It was just a little game I played, when I played with myself - the ropes turned me on and made me hot.
I lay on my back, in my bed, tied up as well as I could manage to tie myself up. My ankles were tied. Ropes were wound over my neck, down around my peach-sized titties, under m y arms.
But the really cunning part of the ropes were the ones which went down the crack of my ass, between my legs, and up through my pussy.
That strand was worked deep between my pussy lips, rubbing my pink insides and chafing against my clit.
At the foot of the bed stood my mirror, where I had put it so I could look at myself all naked and tied while I masturbated.
It was just a little game I liked to play, I didn't mean any harm by it!
Then, without warning, my bedroom door opened.
Emory, the butler, came inside, locking the door behind him.
"Get out!" I shrieked.
Ignoring me, leering, he hurried to the bedside. I struggled, but I had tied the knots too tight, and couldn't free myself!
Then Emory opened his fly and pulled out his stiff cock--
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CHAPTER ONE
Why, oh why, didn't I lock my door?
THAT was the question that haunted me, later... when I finally had some time to myself to think.
But things happened so fast, at first, that I didn't have time to think, or pause, or wonder where the whole wild and kinky affair would lead.
I'm Rochelle.
I won't tell you my last name, since you'd recognize it right away, if you know anything about the wealthiest men in America, of which my daddy is one. Daddy would be livid, just absolutely furious, if the whole story got out.
Anyway, on the warm afternoon in summer on which it started, I was alone in my bedroom, playing strange games.
Of course, if you want to figure out where it all REALLY started, you'd have to go back, much farther back in time, to when I was a little girl, a baby, and I first had the seeds of my strange desires planted in my head.
As far back as I can remember, I've had a perverse nature.
That's what Mummy used to say to me:
"Child, you are perverse!"
But she didn't mean sexually perverse, not at the time. As far as she knew.
Mummy was a Southern belle, and came from a fine old Charleston family. She had social connections aplenty.
Daddy, on the other hand, was a nobody.
Nobody, that is, in terms of family background. He started dirt-poor and was a self-made millionaire.
Mummy was his first wife, first of many. It was a good match - he had the dollars, while she had the social connections.
But Mummy couldn't satisfy Daddy's desires. That, I learned early in life.
I can't remember how old I was at the time, if I was in first or second grade, when I saw something which I would never forget.
It was when we lived in Massachusetts, years ago. Mummy had just given birth to my kid brother, Jeff. He was named after Jefferson Davis, of whom I'm sure you've heard.
Anyway, Daddy hired a governess to help Mummy and mainly I suppose to keep me out of Mummy's hair when she came back from the hospital.
Miss Teasdale, her name was.
She was pretty. She was an adult, and when I was that age, they all seemed impossibly old to me, but now I realize that at that time, she must have been in her middle twenties. - She came from a respectable middle class family. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes, a pretty, intelligent face, and a long leggy body.
She was nice, and I liked her.
Every day, in the afternoon, she would tuck me in bed for a nap.
On this particular day, I was restless and couldn't sleep.
I was thirsty, I wanted a drink of water.
I called for Miss Teasdale, but she did not come.
I pulled back the cover and got up and padded to the door. Beyond it was a small sitting room, where she normally sat and read.
I opened the door, but the room was empty.
I waited a couple of minutes, but she did not return. When you're that young, even a minute seems forever.
Finally, I opened the door and stuck my head out in the hall.
It was empty, too. I looked left and right but no sign of her. I stepped out in the hall, feeling very daring.
I was an active child, and my room had been moved down from Mummy's. She'd had a troublesome pregnancy, and she needed to rest up.
Miss Teasdale's room, where she boarded, was down the hall. Was she there? I toddled there to take a look.
From far away, from the first floor of the big house, I heard one of the servants running a vacuum cleaner.
The door to Miss Teasdale's room was closed. I knocked.
No answer, but the door was not locked, the knob turned when I put my little hand on it, opening the door.
It was a small room with a single bed, big wood chest of drawers, mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser, writing desk, chair, TV.
The blinds were down. Sunlight shafted through them. Dust particles rose up in the bands of light.
I looked around, bored. Nothing to play with HERE!
I reached for the door to leave, when I heard somebody coming.
No, a pair of somebodies.
I wasn't supposed to leave my room at nap time, so I looked around for a place to hide, and spied the closet.
It was crammed with clothes, dresses and blouses and so forth, smelling sweet. They smelted like Miss Teasdale.
I ducked down, hiding below where all the dangling clothes on the rack reached. I moved her shoes around on the floor to make more room for me.
Then I pulled the closet door shut just as the bedroom door opened.
It was Daddy and Miss Teasdale!
The closet door was open a crack, just a hair, but enough for me to see into the room when I pressed my face to it.
Daddy wore a jacket, shirt with no tie, slacks. Like always, he looked larger than life. At that time, he must have been in his late thirties. He's a big man, with a head of hair combed back from his forehead, strong featured face (clean-shaven then, it sports a neat mustache now)
broad shoulders, and a burly, beefy, big body.
Miss Teasdale was very slim and feminine.
She had thin, sensitive features, pale blue eyes, pink skin, a thin straight nose, pink lips set in a serious line.
She was tall, with high firm breasts and a rounded rear and long legs. She wore a one piece beige short-sleeved dress whose hem reached an inch below her knees.
Daddy's face was all red and hot.
When he and Miss Teasdale were inside the room, Daddy closed and locked it, then, grinning, he turned and reached for Miss Teasdale.
He took her in his arms, hugging her, enfolding her.
Making a little murmured moan, she pushed herself against him.
His hands fastened on her face, tilting her head back for a kiss.
Daddy kissed her mouth, with real passion.
I never saw him kiss Mummy like that!
I knew I was seeing something I shouldn't, and that if I got caught, I was going to be in real trouble, and no mistake.
Daddy locked his mouth on hers. She reached up, clasping her bare shapely arms around his big broad shoulders.
Daddy's big hands ran down her spine, pushing her front more against his, reaching down for her high rounded rump.
Miss Teasdale was small-breasted, leggy, with a ripe boyish rump.
Daddy's hands closed on her ass cheeks, one hand per cheek. He squeezed, kneaded them. Played with them.
Miss Teasdale moaned some more. Her moans were muffled, since her mouth was fastened to Daddy's.
He was using his tongue to taste her mouth, and I saw his jaws work. Daddy kissed her with his eyes open. Hers were closed.
Miss Teasdale shook her hips from side to side, and up and down, rubbing them against Daddy's front, against his crotch.
One of his hands drifted from her rear, to her thigh. He stroked it, while her skirt and slip rode up, showing her bare pink thigh.
Then Daddy reached under her skirt and slip. They were lifted in the back, showing her rear end.
Her bottom had a pair of juicy globes, pink and full and rounded. She wore a pair of full cut white gauzy panties over them.
The panties were stretched tight across her cheeks. Daddy pushed his hands inside her panties and held her naked rear.
He squeezed and stroked her bare buns.
Finally, Daddy came up for air.
His lips were wet from kissing her. His face was all red. Red spots of color glowed in Miss Teasdale's cheeks, and she was flustered.
He fondled her short hair. It was yellow and straight and cut almost as short as a boy's, but very fetchingly. And she had the kind of pretty face that could carry off so short a hairdo.
Her head was bowed, with wetness from his kisses glistening on his lips.
Miss Teasdale moved so she was a step away from him. Now I could see his front, which had been covered by hers.
A big fat thing stuck out in his trousers.
Miss Teasdale was timid, but not Daddy. He took her hand and he pressed it against his front, on his hard thing.
He groaned as she squeezed him through his trousers.
He turned her so her back was to me. Her skirt and slip had fallen back over her behind, covering it.
Putting his hands on her slim hips, Daddy walked her across the floor -Toward me!
I almost toppled backward as he moved her to the closet, walking her backward. I was so scared, that I nearly pissed myself.
Then Daddy pressed Miss Teasdale against the closet door, shutting it. The door creaked on its hinges as he pressed her against it.
She moaned and groaned.
I ached to see what was happening, but I couldn't - yet.
Finally, the creakings from her pressing the door halted. Daddy must have moved her away, but now the door was shut.
I couldn't peer through the crack, since it wasn't there any more. But there was an old-fashioned keyhole.
I pressed my eye to it, peered through it.
At first, I saw nothing, since Daddy and Miss Teasdale were so close that their bodies blocked the hole, preventing me from seeing.
Then they moved away, closer to the bed, so I could see now.
From where I squatted, peering through the keyhole, I could see Daddy and Miss Teasdale from their shoulders to their knees, the rest of them out of my view.
While Daddy had pressed Miss Teasdale against the door, he must have opened her dress, unbuttoning it down the front.
They now stood facing each other, within arms' reach.
Daddy slipped his hands inside Miss Teasdale's dress, slipping it off her shoulders, freeing her shapely arms from the short sleeves, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her above.
A frilly white lace bra cupped her pert breasts. They were high and firm, like a pair of ripe apples set at the top of her rib cage.
Daddy's palms pressed her breasts through her bra.
Miss Teasdale was quite overcome. Her eyes closed, narrowing to slits, while the pink lips of her open mouth trembled.
Daddy pressed his palms to her breasts, rubbing, stroking them.
Her hand groped. It shook. It brushed his thigh, then glided inward, where that big fat thing shoved his trousers out of shape.
Her hand folded around his rod, squeezing it through his pants.
Daddy reached his strong arms around her slender back. At first, I thought he was going to hug her again.
It looked just like a hug. But his hands went to the back of her bra, working on the hooks joining the back of the bra strap.
His fingers moved expertly - Miss Teasdale gave off a muted little cry as the bra came undone.
Daddy stroked her shoulders, slipping the straps off, too, then peeling the loose bra cups off her breasts.
He took off her bra, then she was naked above the waist.
Her breasts had pale pink button nipples. Daddy handled her bare flesh, his fingers fastening on one of the pink points.
He rolled it, tweaked it.
When he moved his hand away, the nipple jutted out, all stiff. So did its twin.
Then his hands moved down to her hips, tugging the dress down off them, the slip as well. He pulled, and down came her dress. Dress and slip slipped down her long legs. Miss Teasdale closed her legs., and her garments just fluttered down to her feet.
She now wore nothing but panties.
Daddy embraced her again. His head bowed, face dropping to her breasts, which he nuzzled, licked, kissed.
Daddy had full, wide lips. They fastened on a stiff nipple, nibbling it. His tongue licked the nipple, while his mouth sucked it.
Miss Teasdale moaned.
Daddy's hand slid up and down her side. She leaned into his caresses like a cat. She was breathing hard, like she was running a race.
Daddy pulled down her panties.
I wanted to gasp. I clamped my palm on my mouth, and kept watching.
Miss Teasdale wasn't like me. My slit was all smooth and hairless. But she had a fluffy, light brown tuft of fur between her legs.
And her slit was long, with full pink lips bordering it.
Her white panties hung down just above her knees, as Daddy slipped his hand between her thighs.
Reaching for her crotch, he touched her pussy.
Miss Teasdale staggered. She clutched his brawny shoulder for support.
Daddy's hand sawed between her legs, rubbing her. Her buns jumped, got all high and tightly clenched. Her legs bent at the knees, and she rocked back and forth, rubbing her slit against his stroking hand.
When Daddy finally took his hand out from between her legs, it glimmered with wetness, with all sticky juices.
Miss Teasdale was always prim and proper, cheerful and efficient, and very correct.
Now, she was like somebody else. Her hair was all disordered, yellow strands plastered down on her sweaty face.
When she opened her heavy-lidded eyes, they were all glazed and out of focus. Her face was red, like she had a fever.
She was all loose, like she was coming apart. Breathing hard, she hardly could stand. She was all pliant, loose, and pressing Daddy.
She leaned into him, smearing the wetness from his mouth which coated her nipples, across his shirt front.
Leaning into him, she pressed her mouth to his ear, and whispered something - Some request, something she desired him to do.
What was it? It was too low for me to hear what she said, but when she finished, Daddy grinned, his face lighting up.
He told her to finish undressing, and get in bed.
He must have been giving her what she wanted, because her face lit up, too.
She stepped out of her panties, which were pooled around her ankles, and then she was all naked, her pink body glowing in the shadowy room.
She pulled down the bedcovers, her breasts dangling as she bent from the waist to take down sheets and blankets.
Daddy stood facing the bed, his hands on his hips, watching Miss Teasdale swing her long legs up on the bed.
He told her to play with herself.
I wondered what she was going to do. It sounded funny - for a grown-up like Miss Teasdale being told to play, just like a kid.
What would she do? Play jacks, or a video game, or with a coloring book?
But this was a different kind of playing.
Miss Teasdale got in bed, sitting with her back against the headboard, with her long legs stretched out, and spread.
She started touching herself, all over.
She put her hands under her breasts.
cupping them in her palms. She squeezed them, pushing them together so their pink nipples jutted side by side, then rubbing her mounds against each other.
It must have felt really good, since she oohed and aahed and squirmed.
She spread her fingers over her breasts, so her nipples jutted between the spread fingers, standing out stiffer than ever.
She opened and closed her fingers on them,' squeezing them.
Then she moved one hand down to between her legs. She touched herself real gingerly, like she was afraid of getting burned down there.
She rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy, stroking herself.
Her fingers were spread, so between them, I saw her pink pussy.
The bed was just about level with the keyhole in the closet through which I peered, so I could see everything on the bed just fine.
I was sweaty, and my eyes teared and stung with the stuff.
Miss Teasdale's fingers wriggled all over herself. Wetness smeared them, and smeared on her pussy lips, too.
Daddy moved out of the range of what I could see.
His footsteps creaked across the room. He went to the chest of drawers. He pulled the handle, opening a drawer.
He rummaged around, taking something from a drawer.
What?!
At last, he went to the bed, and Miss Teasdale, so I could see him again.
In both hands he carried a red leather box, a jewel box, which must have been tucked into one of her drawers.
He stood at the bedside, placing the box down on the night table.
Whatever was in the box, the sight of it got Miss Teasdale really excited.
Looking at it, she rolled her eyes, mouth opening in a moan. Her fingers crawled and rubbed and stroked her hot pussy.
After setting the box down on the table, Daddy leaned over the bed.
He took hold of Miss Teasdale's wrists, pulling one hand away from the breasts she fondled, raising the other hand from her crotch.
Her fingers shone all wet and sticky. He lifted her hand up to her mouth.
Miss Teasdale licked her own fingers, lapping her juices from them. She licked them like they were candy canes.
She opened her mouth, wide.
Daddy pushed her fingers, held together, into her mouth, stretching it as he shoved them deep into her.
When he let go, she kept the hand stuffed in her mouth, sucking it.
Daddy lifted the lid of the jewel box, reached inside.
From it he took a handful of velvet cords, sashes, and the like, setting them down on the night table.
At his command, Miss Teasdale moved into position.
First, she took her hand out of her mouth. Now it was wet with her saliva, not her juices, glistening as she moved it across the sheets.
Then she rolled over, and got on her hands and knees on the mattress. She squatted now so that her backside was turned facing the closet where I hid.
Under the pink cheeks of her ass, her pussy lips were all pinkly quivering and wet with juices.
Daddy, taking up one of the cords from the box, formed a loop in it.
Leaning over Miss Teasdale, he took hold of her hands, pressing her wrists together, then dropping the loop over them.
Miss Teasdale winced when he pulled the loop tight. Her ass cheeks clenched and lifted as she was bound.
Daddy bound her hands in front of her. with the velvet cord.
Then he took up a length of shimmery black cloth, long and narrow, like a belt. It was satin, or maybe silk.
He cupped her chin, lifting it level. He then covered her eyes with the length of cloth, tying its twin ends in a knot at the back of her blonde head.
Now, Miss Teasdale was blindfolded and her hands were bound.
When she was tied, Miss Teasdale stretched her arms in front of her, lowering her blindfolded head into them, burying it.
Her head was lowered, her breasts grazed the mattress with her nipples, and her ass was raised high on bended knees.
Daddy patted her bottom.
Then he took off his clothes.
Daddy was athletic, and I had seen him in swimming trunks and tennis shorts and the like. But I had never seen him naked.
He stripped from the waist up, first. He was broad-shouldered. with a hairy, powerful, square-shaped torso.
He kicked off his shoes, his socks. His hands busied themselves with the fastenings of his trousers.
He opened his belt, his pants, took them off.
His baggy boxer style shorts shoved straight out at the crotch, from his swollen rod - how huge it must be!
Daddy pulled his shorts down, and his rod sprang up.
Peering through the keyhole, my eyes widened in awe and alarm.
Only one eye pressed the keyhole, but both eyes snapped open when I caught sight of that thing sticking up between his legs.
I had taken baths with my cousin, and I knew that little boys were made different between the legs than girls.
But my cousins wiener was so small and harmless, like a little toy!
Daddy was no little boy - no little man, either.
His rod was a fat looming thing. It looked like a sausage - No, not a sausage, not one of those little Virginia breakfast sausages.
His thing was a salami, a huge cigar-shaped salami, jutting from his wide hips!
My little pussy twinged at the sight, and my asshole squeezed shut.
Daddy took hold of himself. His rod was a double handful, but he gripped it with one hand only, fisting it.
He squeezed, shook it. Already, the rod glowed red, like it burned. When he squeezed, its head got even bigger, and much darker and redder.
His cock seemed to be the size of an infant's arm, with its head swelling at the end, where a fist should be!
He mounted the bed, behind Miss Teasdale.
She whimpered like she was scared, but she wiggled her bottom, like she wanted it.
Wanted - what?!
I didn't know what would happen next! But I would learn...
Daddy stood on his knees behind Miss Teasdale's behind. Her rear was nice and round to start with, and when she crouched on her hands and knees, like she now did, her ass really was ripe and juicy.
Daddy was so close to her that the head of his cock bobbed only an inch or two from her flesh.
His thing rose up from his hips at a tilted angle. Below it, his balls were heavy wrinkled egg-shaped things, swelling a sac of flesh.
Men were made so funny!
Instead of being smooth and slitted, they had all that equipment!
Daddy was all red-faced, hairy, and breathing hard when he put his hands on Miss Teasdale, attaching them to her.
She moaned, shuddered.
His hands slid forward, slowly stroking her sides.
Her blindfolded head jerked up, her mouth open, gasping.
She gasped some more, as Daddy kept on feeling her up. He stroked her sides, then her smooth shoulders, her upper arms.
He reached under her, his hands fastening on her breasts. At the same time, he leaned his crotch into her rear.
His rod nestled in the crack of her bottom like a red wiener in a bun.
He held her breasts, one in each hand, squeezing them, while he rubbed his stiff penis back and forth against her. She shook her hips, rubbing her bottom against his hard-on.
Daddy returned his hand to his crotch, where he took hold of his penis, closing his fist around it, its head sticking out the top of his hand.
He leaned into Miss Teasdale, pressing his thing into her.
I realized that what he was going to do - I was shocked!
No wonder he had to tie Miss Teasdale down, and blindfold her! He had to, since he was going to stick his wiener inside her!
He must have blindfolded her, to keep her from seeing his rod, since if she did, she'd know that surely that big fat thing would never fit in her hole!
And he'd tied her so she couldn't escape when he put it in her!
But, then, she'd been eager and more for his touch earlier, and she did all that he had told her to do.
I was sure that she wanted what he was going to do to her - but she'd been tied and blindfolded, even so.
It was not the first adult thing that was a mystery to me, and I just assumed it was one of those crazy adult things they do, that don't make any sense.
I supposed that this was how all adults did it, with the female tied up and blindfolded so she couldn't see.
Miss Teasdale still seemed like she wanted it.
She was on her knees, with her bound hands out in front of her, and her blindfolded blonde head raised up high.
She arched her ass and pushed it against Daddy, against his swollen thing which he pressed up against her slit.
Then - He worked it inside her!
Miss Teasdale whimpered, like she was crying, only she really wasn't crying, but she was kind of breathless and moaning.
Daddy reached around under her with his free hand, the one not holding his cock. He hooked a beefy forearm under her belly.
He held her so she couldn't wriggle away from him.
His other hand pressed his swollen cock head to her slit, opening it.
Miss Teasdale moaned some more.
Her face was all red, where the blindfold didn't cover it. She jerked her head up, her neck all corded.
Daddy worked his thing into her, her moans increasing.
Then the head of his thing was buried inside her. He leaned into her, and started feeding his thick red shaft to her.
Miss Teasdale moaned louder and louder, the deeper Daddy put it in, until he had to stop, to shush her.
He mumbled something about how if she didn't keep quiet, he would have to put a gag in her mouth.
It was hard for me to make out what he said, since he was almost as breathless and moaning as she was.
His face was all red and swollen and scary - Just like his cock!
Then he shoved forward, sinking his thing in her all the way.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh!"
Her arms were stretched out in front of her. Her hands, her tied hands, held some of the sheets in her fingers.
As Daddy stuffed his rod in her, her fingers tightened, and she clawed at the sheets, gasping.
I was just amazed that Daddy's swollen thing had been able to fit inside her!
And now that it was inside - what next?
After he sank his thing in deep, Daddy leaned forward, crouching over her, his hips pressing her rear.
Then he straightened up, standing on his knees, with his rod deep in her. He took his arm from under her waist, where it had been hooked, and he attached his hands to her hips, holding them.
He leaned back - Was he pulling out of her already?
It seemed so, at first. He leaned back and his cock rolled out of her pussy, the member redder and angrier than ever.
But he didn't pull it all the way out, just partially - held it there, for an instant - then planted it back in her.
Daddy did this in earnest. He started slow, his strokes speeding up until his cock pumped back and forth in her.
Miss Teasdale didn't just stay still while he did this, oh no.
She leaned back to meet him, shoving herself on his cock as he thrust it forward into her, pumping hard.
It was violent. It was like they were wrestling, only there was more to it than that. It really drove them wild!
Daddy and Miss Teasdale went at it like a pair of animals in heat!
Daddy didn't just fuck her, oh no.
All the while, he kept touching her, stroking her.
He put his thing deep in her, so her ass cheeks were pressed by his hips. He reached under and around her.
His hands fastened on her breasts, one in each hand, holding them so her nipples stuck out of the bottoms of his fists.
Then he held on tight, fucking her and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, and they got fatter each time he squeezed her breasts.
He did that for a while, then he let go of her breasts, and slid his hands up and down her sides, reaching for her rear.
He took hold of her bottom, one cheek in each hand, and held them tight, so bottom flesh oozed between his fingers.
Her thighs were all taut. Daddy stroked them, too. No matter where he touched her, he always kept his cock at least partially inside her.
He and Miss Teasdale made all kinds of noises.
Daddy huffed and puffed, like he was jogging. Only instead of running, he was pumping his thing in Miss Teasdale.
Now she crouched with her tied hands stretched out straight in front of her, fingers touching their tips to the headboard.
Her head lifted up, her face all red. Her teeth were clenched, breath hissing through them, while she rocked back and forth.
Daddy stood on his knees, holding her hips, pumping.
Miss Teasdale squirmed - moaned - shook her blonde head from side to side - wiggled her ass up and down and sideways.
I thought she was crying, not that I would have blamed her, having to take that big fat thing inside her and then having it so roughly used on her.
And then I realized that, crying though she might be, she cried for: More!
"Don't stop don't stop - " - that's what she babbled to Daddy.
Daddy was so red-faced, he looked like something was going to burst.
Now he, and Miss Teasdale, really went wild.
He jammed hard deep strokes into her, fast ones. The bed rocked on its frame, the action making it press the wall.
Miss Teasdale pressed her sweaty palms against the headboard and braced herself.
Daddy shoved in deep. This time, he did NOT pull back for another stroke.
Instead, he kept his cock plunged deep inside her, and came!
Miss Teasdale climaxed, too.
Her blonde head whipped up and down as she banged it on the mattress. I thought she writhed so because she suffered so much.
Her body went all rigid. Her head lifted, her breasts thrust out trembling, her belly hollowed, and her thighs tautened.
Daddy gasped, shaken by spasms.
His face was all scrunched up, sweat streaming down it, eyes narrowed into slits, body shaking.
I was scared by his violent reaction, and Miss Teasdale's - petrified.
Luckily, I was too scared to make so much as a peep of sound.
And then - Release!
I thought that they both were collapsing, since they went from all that violent straining action, to suddenly freezing.
Then Daddy groaned, and slumped.
Tension left his body. All the lines in his clenched face smoothed out, his mouth falling open in a gasping O.
He wobbled, shakily, hands still clutching Miss Teasdale's hips.
Miss Teasdale seemed to melt, too.
One instant, she was trembling, her body held so tight that it was like marble, throwing off sweat - The next, her thighs buckled under her, and her head sank down, and she let out a great sigh of breath.
Then she just crouched there, motionless, ass raised on bended knees, upper body slumped forward across the mattress.
While Daddy crouched over her.
Finally, they moved. They were gasping, breathless.
"So good, so good!" Miss Teasdale whimpered.
Daddy leaned forward, crouching over her, so his front was molded to her back, with his thing still stuffed in her.
He stroked her hair and the back of her neck, her shoulders. She turned her head to kiss his hand, to lick it.
Then, finally, Daddy straightened up and leaned back, pulling out.
Miss Teasdale really moaned - she didn't want him to take it away!
But he pulled out. His cock was redder than ever, and swollen, only now it was coated and dripping with milky looking stuff.
The stuff looked like white glue or cream, and there was a lot of it. Pop!
Daddy freed his cock from Miss Teasdale's slit.
His cock, and her pussy, were sticky with that white wetness. Daddy rolled Miss Teasdale on her back.
She sighed and pressed her thighs closed on her pussy, squeezing it.
Daddy kissed her mouth some more, played with her breasts. His cock was softening now, losing its swollen rigidity.
Miss Teasdale was all weak, loose smiles under the blindfold, which started to slip. She pressed Daddy with kisses.
I was amazed!
Far from this being the ordeal I had assumed it to be for her, taking the big fat cock inside her narrow slitted hole, an ordeal requiring her to be bound and her eyes covered, Miss Teasdale had actually liked -LOVED - it all!
No mistaking that, not from the way she babbled endearments to my daddy, and kissed and licked him all over.
And begged him to do it some more to her!
They rested in bed for a while, all naked, sweaty, and huddled together. Then Daddy got up.
He untied Miss Teasdale's hand and removed the blindfold, returning them to her jewel box, along with some other cords they hadn't used.
Daddy stood at the bedside, nude, his hard-on soft now, red and sticky, dangling down like an elephant's trunk.
Miss Teasdale sat up, with her feet on the floor and her bottom on the bed's edge and her hands wiping the stickiness off Daddy with some tissues.
She took another handful of tissues and wadded them and wiped herself between the legs with them, mopping up the stickiness.
She and Daddy got dressed. They hardly could keep their hands off each other.
That day, I was lucky.
When they both were dressed, Daddy cracked open the door and stuck his head out in the hall, just as I had done earlier when I slipped from my room.
He was doing the same thing, too, making sure they nobody was looking.
It must have been clear, since he eased the door shut, kissed Miss Teasdale some more, then slipped out and went away.
Miss Teasdale, all smiles, gathered up her jewel box and returned it to its place hidden in the drawer.
She stood in front of the mirror, checking herself, running a comb through her blonde hair to straighten it out.
Humming a little tune to herself, all smiles, she exited into the hall.
I was lucky, since she didn't go to my room directly to check on me, but first went down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up.
No one saw me slip from the closet and sneak back to my own room, where I pretended to be sleepily waking from my nap when Miss Teasdale returned.
Like her, I acted innocent of all I had seen. After all, I liked Miss Teasdale a lot... better than Mummy.
I guess Daddy felt the same way about her! Anyway, though, that's really where it all started.
What I saw that day was branded into my head, body, and libido. By the time I reached my teens, those seeds had sprouted up into a harvest of strange desires!
All of which is a prelude to explaining how I came to be caught one sultry summer afternoon, stretched out in my bed, naked but for the ropes which bound me, as I was masturbating to orgasm
CHAPTER TWO
Anyway, that was the way I spent a sunny summer day -In bondage! For starters...
It was a warm day. I was hot, in my room, but I didn't want to turn on the air conditioner until I had to.
I knew another kind of air conditioning, anyway - stripping!
Once I took my clothes off, though, I got other ideas. Instead of cooling off, it only made me hotter!
So, naked, I went to my closet.
On the floor, in the corner, inside an old shoe box, was some lengths of rope, the kind used often for clotheslines.
Not that we have a clothesline here, at the mansion - are you kidding?! I had to buy it special. I bet I was the only girl in the hardware store to get turned on by buying a coil of rope!
Or maybe not...
Anyway, I had used it before, so the strands were already pre-measured and cut and ready for action.
My windows were open, to let in some air. They were covered by lacy curtains which let the light in.
I went around, doing what had to be done before I really got into the scene. When I was into it, I wouldn't be able to get up and move around.
I turned on the radio. I turned it to a classical music station. Usually, I don't listen to that stuff - I like electro-pop music - but when I get into a scene, I like having the classical music on. It's background music and it doesn't interfere.
Then, I rolled the mirror over to the foot of
the bed.
The mirror is a full-length mirror, an antique, set in a frame of old dark wood, with a stand for balance and four little rubber wheels.
I put the mirror so it faced my bed and would show anything on it.
I turned down the light summery cover, so the sheets showed. Ropes in hand, I climbed back into bed.
School was done till Fall. Daddy was away on a business trip. Of course, I wasn't alone in the house.
There were the servants.
There was Emory, the major d'omo (in case you don't have enough of a staff of servants to know, the major d'omo is the head guy, the one in charge of all the servants.) There was Harry, the chauffeur; Chester, the handyman-gardener; the cook; Georgina, who bossed the maids (she was Emory's wife - his family lived on the premises, in an apartment on top of an old carriage house); Becky, the upstairs maid - Anyway, there was a lot of servants on the premises. Hey, keeping a big house like this running takes a big staff!
But you'll get to meet most of these folks later...
So, let's talk about me.
I sat up in bed, with my back against the headboard and my legs out in front of me and my hands at my sides, palms pressed down.
In the mirror, I saw me!
Me, Rochelle... a girl in her early teens. My dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail brushing the top of my back.
I've got a heart-shaped face which looks very adult, especially when I put make-up on it, which I don't do, not all that much, since Daddy is old-fashioned and doesn't want his "little girl" to grow up too fast - Hah! If he only knew!
I have a foxy face, with fine features, green eyes, thin straight nose, pink rosebud lips, and no pimples or zits.
My skin is in really good shape (thank God!) with a kind of peachy color. I'm fair skinned and blush (and show a blush) very easily.
I'm tall but thin, maybe a little too thin for my liking.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I cupped my titties, like I was weighing them in my palms. They could have been bigger, I thought.
It's good to be thin and long-legged, 'cause that way I can wear clothes so that they look real good on me.
But I was hoping that I'd ripen up some more, soon.
My breasts were small, gentle mounds, about the size and shape of peaches, to go with my peachy complexion, I suppose.
I recall that Mummy had a big bust. I've got the genes for it, but I'm so young that I've hardly reached my full growth yet.
Seems like only yesterday I was just a girl. Then, like overnight, I got my period and my titties sprouted and fleecy hair speckled m y pussy.
Just because I'm not the most physically mature girl in the world doesn't mean that I'm a baby.
I've done lots of things that grown women have never done, and - But you'll find out about that soon enough.
I sat in bed with my legs bent at the knees and open, so I could see my pussy.
It was a long thin-lipped slit, lightly covered with a fleecy little brown bush.
Mirrors are great toys. I love to look at myself. I could spend hours (and have) just standing in front of the looking glass, posing, arranging my hair in different ways, putting on garments, taking them off...
All my clothes were off now.
My nipples tingled. They're pink buttons, about as big as dimes, little pink buttons pasted to the tips of my peach-sized titties.
The nipples got hard, all pebbly.
I pinched one of them. It hurt, in a way that felt good.
I pinched it some more, harder, digging my nails into the nipple. I did it until I moaned, then let go.
The nipple was all sore, red, and throbbing, and bigger than the other, which was stiff, too.
My pussy tingled along with it.
I stretched my legs out and spread them. At the foot of the bed, the me in the mirror did all that I did.
I watched myself put a hand over my pussy, covering it. I spread the fingers so brown bush and pink slit showed.
My pussy quivered under my touch. It got moist inside. The lips were sensitive.
I rubbed them.
The more I rubbed, the better it felt, and the hotter and wetter it got inside. Soon, my hand was sawing away at it.
I was getting more and more excited.
I cupped a tit and shoved it up. I snuggled my chin against my chest and tried to kiss my stiff nipple.
But my titty wasn't big enough for me to reach the nipple, no. not even when I stuck my pink pointed tongue out all the way.
I licked the top of my tit but it was too much of a strain, so I put it aside.
I closed my legs, pressing my thighs, squeezing my pussy.
Time to get started.
I picked up one of the ropes, a medium-sized one. It was about three, four feet long.
I took the middle of the strand in my mouth, between my jaws, and bit and chewed it.
I don't know why I did that. Maybe I just wanted a taste of rope. Then I took it, my hands shaking already, and I put a loop in it.
I closed my legs, then, rope in hand, I leaned forward like I was doing an exercise, trying to touch my toes.
I put the loop over both feet, slipping it up to the ankles, and pulled it tight.
Not tight enough. I tugged some more on the rope. I like when it cuts into my skin and burns.
My nipples stood out stiff as pebbles.
I threw some hitches around the loop, pulling them up between my ankles, so both ankles were bound good and tight. Then I tied it up in a big square knot.
Now my feet were tied.
I flopped back, stretching out on my back. I tried to pull my legs apart, but ropes and knots held good and tight.
I like the feeling of the ropes, spreading them, not winning...
my ponytail swinging silkily across the back of my neck, my shoulders.
Then I took a much longer length of rope, and I folded it in the middle, so both ends were even.
I put the middle of the rope under my ponytail and over the back of my neck, with the two long strands trailing down in a horseshoe shape.
Then I crossed the strands so they went across the middle of my titties, crossing them in the middle, so the strand on my left shoulder went up under my right arm, and the one from my right went under my left arm. Then they crossed in the middle of my upper back and I brought the strands around to the front.
Then I gripped each strand in my fists and pulled them as tight as I could, so the ropes went taut and pressed into my skin.
At the front of my titties, I tied the knot which would hold it all closed. I was careful not to allow any slack to creep back.
My titties were small. I had them wrapped in thin tough tight ropes, the strands pressing deep into the flesh, cutting deep, so the tit flesh welled up all red and irritated between the strands, and the ropes were almost buried by overlapping flesh.
My nipples jutted out the whole time. My fingers fastened on both nipples and pulled them out, stretching them, pinching them.
Then I arranged them so they were caught between strands of tight rope, so the nipples were pressed hard and chafed between them.
I felt like I had my upper body all wrapped up and banded. My nipples were sore and stiff and seething.
Then I took another strand of rope. One end, I slipped under the bottom strand of the ropes binding my boobies.
I couldn't tie it in place at the middle of my back, since my hands and arms wouldn't twist that far.
So, I tied it on the side and slipped it over, till it was anchored at the middle of my back.
I stood on my knees in bed. Reaching behind myself, I caught the rope so it hung straight down my back, them I drew it between my cupcake buttocks, yanking it down into the crack.
I pulled it real tight, rubbing my little puckered asshole.
My asshole opened and closed when pressed by the rope.
Still holding it tight, I pulled it up between my thighs, to my front.
Now, I pulled it really tight. It was good that the ropes binding my titties were well tied, so they didn't slip off and lose their tightness when I tugged the rope.
Then I drew the rope up my crotch.
The rope was thin, and was only a little bit thicker than my pussy lips.
Then, holding the rope tight, I worked it between my pussy lips, wedging them apart, working the rope between them.
Wetness shone up from the slit, bubbling up to meet the rope.
I pulled the rope so it ran up between my pussy lips, over my clit, through my bush, over my belly, and up to the ropes tying my titties. I tied it to those ropes, so it was securely bound.
The rope was pulled in deep, so my pussy lips were overlapping it, practically hiding it from sight where it went over and into my slit.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I gave my head a toss, so my ponytail fell over my right shoulder, its mane falling on my tit. I licked my lips and tried to look sexy, then scared, then both.
Even the smallest wriggling motions on the bed made the ropes pull tight against all the different parts of me.
But, there was more.
I squirmed around. My legs were tied at the ankles, but my arms were free, so I had lots of freedom of motion.
I leaned forward, resting my bottom on the backs of my heels. I squirmed around, making the rope press mypussy and clit and asshole.
I stood back up on my knees, reached behind myself, took hold of my ass, one cheek in each hand.
I squeezed the cheeks, pulling them far apart, digging my nails into them.
I wondered what it would be like to get a cock between those cheeks.
Maybe someday soon, I'd find out...
I slapped my bottom with both hands, good and hard.
It felt good. I did it some more. Distantly the radio droned its music, but the crack of the palms smacking bottom flesh soon overpowered it.
I got carried away and spanked myself really hard.
When I stopped, the cheeks tingled nicely.
That gave me an idea as to how I could really get off - with a strapping!
Too bad I didn't think of that before I tied myself up!
On the dresser across the room some of my clothes were scattered, including my jeans and a belt which helped keep them up.
Yes, I had to have that belt!
On my knees, I walked to the bed's edge, then flopped over the edge, pressing my palms down to the carpeted floor.
The position made all the ropes cut into me like lines of fire.
I squirmed off the bed, moving like a snake. I flopped off the bed and lay stretched face down in the deep-pile carpet.
I half-crawled, half-dragged myself to the other side of the room, with my bound legs trailing off behind me.
The day was warm, and sticky sweat shone on my body. The carpet chafed my flesh as I dragged myself across it.
I imagined that a big strong master stood over me, arms folded across his wide chest, booted feet tapping impatiently as he forced me to crawl.
Finally, I reached the dresser, and stood on my knees.
The chest of drawers was made of highly polished wood. My front was all red and chafed from the crawl across the carpet.
I pressed my front against the dresser. My nipples were all dark and red. So were my pussy lips.
My body left a sweaty outline on the smooth polished wood. I swayed from side to side, rubbing it with my stiff nipples.
Then I pulled the belt from the loops of my jeans.
It was a long thin whippy blue belt, made of plastic, very kicky and now, and it would serve just right for a strap.
I held it double in one of my hands, and slashed it down on the back of the other. "Owwww!"
My hand stung and there was a dark red mark where the belt had fallen. Good, I smiled...
To make the game more interesting, I held the belt between my teeth as I made the long crawl across the carpet to my bed.
By the time I finally flopped face down over the bed, I was dripping with sweat, and the ropes had all been pulled double-tight, especially their knots.
I panted for breath. It wasn't just the crawl across the floor which made me breath hard, it was the ropes on my flesh, and the effect they had on me.
I got on my knees, facing the mirror. I readjusted the ropes, putting them back into place.
My clit throbbed red and sore. It did it some more when I pulled the rope so it would be sure to press the button.
Then I whipped myself with the strap.
It wasn't entirely satisfactory. It was hard for me to work up any real power whipping myself, since I had to twist my arm behind my back.
But I did manage to get in some good hot strokes, ones which laid lines of smarting soreness down on my ass cheeks.
As I strapped myself, I squirmed and sighed and gasped.
I held the blue belt doubled in my right hand, which reached behind me and slapped it down on my buttocks.
My left hand held the rope running through my crotch, pulling it tight and just skimming the rough rope across my clitty.
The sensation was astounding!
Finally, I really got turned on. My ass burned from the strapping, and heat flared up from my pussy.
Juicy squelching sounds were made from so many juices bubbling up from my pussy.
I was just about ready to get off.
My eyes closed.
In my head, I thought about my first time, how exciting it was. As I got hotter, the pictures filled my head: "I've been a bad girl, Daddy!"
That was what I said on the night that HE had done it to me - Me, his daughter!
It was between wives for him, and step-mothers for me. It was not long after I first started to bud out and ripen.
Don't think Daddy hadn't noticed it, because he had. He teased me about it.
We were staying in the duplex in the city. I liked that, 'cause there were less servants, and it was lots cozier.
It was late, a stormy night, a real crackling electrical storm.
In my room, I parted the curtain and pressed my face to the glass and looked out over the stone canyons and rooftops of the city. The sky was like a raging black river, clouds streaming so low that the tops of some buildings were hidden. Tremendous forks and tongues of lightning lanced down, hissing through the air, followed by claps of thunder that sounded like cannons.
It was late in the night and I went into Daddy's bedroom.
For once, he slept alone. Daddy likes his lady friends and he sure has a lot of them, especially in town.
But this night, he had worked late, and come home alone, and after a midnight supper left for him in the kitchen, he had undressed and gone to bed.
I wore a pair of full-length pajamas, the kind with a flap in the rear. I didn't bother to put on slippers when I left the room.
Daddy's door wasn't locked. The light was off, but he was awake and sitting up in bed, dressed in his pajamas.
I saw him in the glare of a terrific lightning bolt.
"Daddy, I'm scared!"
Not scared of the storm, though - scared he would send me away.
I climbed under the covers with him. Under the blankets, it was warm and cozy. His big body gave off heat. He wore pajama tops and bottoms.
I shivered.
"Cold, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
He put his arm around my thin shoulders, pulling me to the big bulk of his body. "Come to Daddy.... I'll warm you up."
I snuggled close to him, huddling against his side, resting my head on his wide chest, nestled against him.
"Ummm, this is nice," I said. "Can I spend the night with you, Daddy?"
He laughed easily. "I don't think so, pumpkin." "Why?"
"Why? Because - because you're growing up, young lady! You're not a little girl any more, you're on the way to being a woman!"
"I don't want to grow up, if it means you're going to send me away, Daddy!"
He squeezed me, kissed my cheek. He'd been drinking, I smelled it on his breath.
"Don't you like me, Daddy," I teased. "I like you."
Then my hand accidentally on purposed touched his crotch - he was so big down there!
"Rochelle, what are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry, Daddy! It's just that you're so handsome, and strong, that you make me feel funny!"
"Funny?" he frowned. It was too dark between the lightning blasts to see his face, but I could hear the frown in his voice.
"All hot and bothered," I explained, "like I don't know what I'm doing!"
When I knew very well just exactly what I was doing.
"Now, Rochelle - " Daddy began.
I knew that this was my chance.
"I'm a bad girl, Daddy!"
Before he knew what I was doing - or maybe he knew exactly what it was I was doing - I tossed back the bed covers, and crawled across his lap, stretching myself face down over it.
"Rochelle!"
I squirmed on him. His broad thighs lifted me up. I leaned my hips into him, sliding them over his crotch.
Through thin pajama bottoms I felt the bulge of his cock and balls, and motion in them as I squirmed on his lap.
"Rochelle," he hissed, "stop that!"
I squirmed back and forth on his lap, trying to get a rise out of him.
Now, Daddy was a big strong man, and it would have been easy as pie for him to just easily pick me up and pull me right off his lap.
But he didn't.
"You never spank me, Daddy! I'm a bad girl, and I really deserve it!"
"Yes you do, you little minx!"
Under me was a thrust of power as his cock stiffened. In less than a few heartbeats, it had gone from being limp and thick, to being hard, rigid, unyielding.
Rising up, it pressed against me, making me go all weak in the knees and wet in my pussy with its hardness.
Daddy sat up straight - already his cock stood up straight - and he meant business when he took hold of me.
One of his big hands landed on my wriggling bottom. Only, when he felt my ass, Daddy didn't spank it at all.
Instead, he felt it up.
"Oooh, Daddy, that feels so good, please don't stop!"
"Shhhh! Not so loud, honey!"
Daddy didn't want to wake any of the servants. But they were on the lower floor, in their quarters, and they would never hear us over this storm. We had to speak in between the booming crashes of thunder to be heard.
Daddy felt me through my pajamas. Then his stroking fingers found the twin buttons which kept the rear flap closed.
He opened them, took down the flap, which when folded down draped across the backs of my thin upper thighs.
Air played on my bare bottom, followed by Daddy's hands.
I really felt fulfilled.
There I was, no more than a mere slip of a girl, just budding, and I had a great big strong man like Daddy handling me!
My bottom felt so good in his hands. One of his sweaty palms was just about big enough to cover the entire cheek of my small, shapely ass.
"Oh, Daddy!"
Then Daddy reached under my cheeks, and inside the pajamas - Reaching for my pussy.
He moved my thighs apart so his hand could go between them. My pussy lips were super-sensitive.
Then he touched my pussy.
Electric shocks went off down between m y legs. I leaned forward, bracing myself on elbows and knees so I could lift my lower body, and put all my pussy in line for him!
CHAPTER THREE
Kiss, kiss, kiss!
Hot kisses for me - from Daddy! Countless times in my young life, I'd been kissed by Daddy. Loving kisses on forehead, cheeks, even lightly, grazingly, on the lips.
But never before had Daddy kissed me like this!
I was still stretched across his lap, but now I lay on my side with my upper body snuggled in his embrace.
I leaned into him, against his wide middle, my head turned up, tilted back, lips puckered up for kisses.
My pajama flap was open. As we kissed, Daddy kept on squeezing and rubbing my buns, and stroking the backs of my thighs.
He kissed my mouth - not like a daddy -like a lover!
Girls grow up fast these days, in case you hadn't heard, and even when I was that young, I'd been to my share and more of make-out parties where boys and girls would kiss and pet for hours.
So, when Daddy attached his open mouth to mine, and stuck his tongue in, I was ready, and rubbed him back, with my tongue.
His kisses excited me.
His tongue was big, fat, slippery. It stuffed in my mouth, nearly filling it, probing deep.
His tongue rolled over mine. My tongue rubbed his back.
His hands rubbed me, too.
As he kissed me, he slid his hand off my bare ass, to my hip, then up and down my side, from knee to hipbone. My skin tingled under the thin clinging pajama knitted fabric, where the trail of his hand had touched.
Then he reached for my titties.
If you think my little peachy tits are small now, you should have seen them then! Peaches? Hah! At that time, my titties were the size of plums!
Not that that night was so very long ago. I ripen fast!
As Daddy discovered when he kissed my mouth and felt me up!
He pressed his palm against my titties, lightly, feeling how they were made under the fabric, feeling for nipples.
Little stiff tips at the points of the titties throbbed as he played with them.
While he kissed me, I reached for his lap, put my hand in it.
His mouth was on mine, swallowing up my gasp when I felt his rod. It was a huge thing. It felt like he had a piece of lead pipe stuffed down in his pajama bottoms, rising up to meet my hand.
I pressed folds of thin fabric from his pajama pants against his rod and squeezed. Through cloth, his body heat simmered.
Could I - could I actually take that thing inside me?
I squeezed, rubbed it. Now it was Daddy's turn to moan.
I mean. I wasn't totally innocent. I'd been with boys, and felt their hard-ons wrapped in their pants, pressing my hips, humping into me as we made out.
A couple of times, I'd relieved particularly hot-blooded boys by stroking them through their pants until they came.
I glided my hand up and down Daddy's pole, squeezing, stroking it.
Daddy eased me off his lap. His mouth unglued from mine.
"Daddy, please don't stop!" I moaned.
Daddy didn't stop.
He rolled me on my back on the big bed. I thought of all the sexy adult beauties who'd shared this bed with Daddy - And now, it was my turn!
And why not? Who had a better right, than Daddy's very own flesh and blood, his willing and too-loving daughter?!
"Let's get you ready for bed, pumpkin," Daddy murmured.
The bed squeaked and the mattress swayed as Daddy got on his knees and crouched over me, hands groping for me.
When it didn't lightning, the room was really dark. I could hardly see Daddy. I sensed him more than saw him.
He was like a great big fuzzy bear, breathing hard, his cock hard, his pawlike hands fastening on me.
I felt like Goldilocks.
I'd always imagined that the three bears had punished and raped her for invading and using their house while they were away. I'd always envied her, too.
But Daddy wasn't rough and gruff. He was a great big woolly fuzzy bear, and very tenderly and gently, he took off my pajamas.
They buttoned down the front. He found the buttons and opened them, one by one, so] the pajamas divided down the front, from neck to crotch.
Then he sat me up. I leaned forward, while Daddy peeled the pajamas off my head and arms and upper body, so I was stripped from the waist up.
"Pretty little girl!"
Daddy playfully pinched one of my stiff nipples. "Ooh!"
Then his hand was on my shoulder, easing my body down so I lay on my back. He took hold of the pajamas at my waist, and tugged them down.
I lifted my ass off the bed, so he could pull the pajamas down past them. The PJs were a one-piece outfit.
Then he pulled them free from my feet and I was naked.
So was he, in another moment, when he stripped off his pajama tops and bottoms.
He lay on his side alongside me. My head rested on his outstretched arm. He kissed me some more, and fingered my titties.
He lowered his head down from my mouth, down to my titties.
He gripped a little tit, squeezing it to make stand out more, then he pressed kissing lips to its stiff nipple.
I squirmed, closing my thighs on my pussy, squeezing it.
Daddy nibbled my nipple. His lips pressed it. His tongue licked it while his mouth sucked on it.
He was very gentle with me, like I was made of glass.
While his mouth pleasured my titties, his hand crawled down my belly. His fingertips slid back and forth on my thin sleek mound, which at that time was no more than a slight dusting of hair between the legs.
Hair thin and fine and silky.
Then Daddy touched my pussy.
First he just felt it, seeing how it was made. He followed the thin pussy lips, rubbing them up and down.
I was already sexed up. Under his light touch, I squirmed and sighed, and the juices in me oozed thicker.
Then he put his finger between the pussy lips. My juices bubbled up. He' rubbed his finger up and down. More juices flowed.
"Make me a woman, Daddy!" I urged, "Show me how!"
Daddy reached over, took hold of my wrist, and pressed my hand on his cock.
I felt his cock. The rod was huge, hot, swollen. It throbbed heavily. Stiff though it was, it was covered with fine sleek flesh, which felt like velvet.
Daddy's rod of pleasure.
But there were other kinds of pleasure, too...
After I had handled Daddy's cock and balls some, he took hold of my legs, and he spread them wide open.
This is it, I thought.
I was scared - was this what I really wanted?
But there was no turning back now, not after I had gotten Daddy all hot and ready to do me.
Besides, the time was right. Now, it could happen. But any other time, the magic and the mood might not be right.
But Daddy didn't stick that cock in me right off.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, honeybunch?"
"It - it won't hurt too much, will it, Daddy?"
"No, of course not! I wouldn't hurt my little girl!"
"No, Daddy, of course not!"
"I'll fix things so it will go in nice and easy into my little girl!' "Thank you very much!"
Daddy knelt between my skinny legs, which were spread wide. His big hands fastened on my hips.
Daddy lowered his head down between my legs.
"What - what are you doing, Daddy?" "There, there, now, don't get anxious... you trust Daddy,.. " "Yes, of course!"
"This will make you feel very good. I'm going to kiss your sweet little pussy!" And Daddy did just that. Wow!
I'd played often with myself, fingering my slit and making myself come. It felt wonderful, I loved it - But it was nothing compared to the feeling of having a mouth on my pussy!
Daddy's lips were wet from kissing my mouth earlier. They pressed my pussy lips with soft kisses, up and down.
I stretched out my arms, reaching in back of me, my arms pressing my head. I crossed my wrists and imagined they were tied.
See - Daddy didn't have to tie down his loving daughter to do her!
Now, I'd grown up some, since that long-i childhood afternoon when I'd spied on Daddy and Miss Teasdale.
I no longer thought that bondage was a basic part of fucking. I mean, I knew about the facts of life, and even by this time, I knew that bondage was kinky, just a kinky turn-on and not necessary for fucking. But even just knowing that there was a word for that which fascinated me - "bondage" - was a help, since I knew that I was not alone in my need for it, And even though I knew the facts of life, there was just something about being overpowered and bound and then used which thrilled me like nothing else.
When my girlfriends oohed and aahed, drooling over this teen idol and that movie star, and how they would love to go to bed with them, I agreed, but I always dreamed of being tied up and made to serve them.
Daddy didn't put me in bondage - I wish he had!
But just having my cherry taken by him, and going all the way, was more than enough for me to handle at one time.
Even though I really wished he'd tie me to the bed and then do all those hot and dirty things to my body.
But even though I'd learned it from him, he wasn't nearly so much of a bondage freak as I. Miss Teasdale had been a special case. She needed it to get off, she was too prim and proper to have sex unless she was all tied up and could imagine that she was being "forced" and wasn't eagerly doing it on her own. But that was just Miss Teasdale, and most of Daddy's other lady friends were into straight fucking and sucking, without too many kinks. I knew, 'cause I'd spied on enough of them! And now, it was my turn. Instead of some actress or some glossy fashion model or some socialite, I was the one spreading for Daddy. Spreading for Daddy - none of his other girlfriends could make that claim! I had a hazy red fog inside my head. It made me all dreamy, and it came from what Daddy's mouth did between my legs. Kisses first; many, many kisses. Then, licks. I cried out when Daddy put his tongue to my pussy.
Halting, he lifted his head from my crotch. "You all right, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy, oh yes! It just feels so good!"
"And you taste so good," Daddy said. "And smell so sweet, like a fresh flower... that's what you are, you're Daddy's very own fresh flower!"
"Oh, Daddy!" I giggled, kind of breathlessly, from his action.
"Now I'll taste some of your nectar!" Daddy declared.
His tongue rolled up and down my slit. It was big enough to cover my pussy when he slapped the tongue down on it.
His tongue worked open the pussy lips, and stuffed between them.
I cried out when the tongue entered me.
"Easy... easy... " Daddy dipped his tongue into me. The tongue slithered inside me. The inside of my pussy squeezed down on it.
Daddy worked his tongue back and forth, in and out, shoving it into me like it was a cock, pumping it back and forth.
I felt like I was melting between the legs.
My pussy was all creamy, gushy, glowing. Each lick made it glow hotter and ooze wetter.
I really got carried away. Masturbating, I'd known pleasure, yes, but never like this! I trembled all over, but the source of the trembling lay between my legs.
Daddy held my hips down on the bed. His head bobbed, his tongue lapped. Juicy wet sounds came from where his mouth worked.
I was glad he was holding my hips down. Otherwise, I would have squirmed right off the bed!
Then he took his tongue out of my pussy, and rolled it over my clitty.
I got really loud, then.
Daddy had to take his mouth off me and shush me. I promised I would not make so much moaning noise, if only he would continue.
I clamped both hands over my mouth, to muffle my cries.
Daddy put his tongue back to work. He licked me until I came.
My orgasm was super -- it turned me inside-out! But I was still feeling it when Daddy mounted me.
My pussy was dripping with juices and saliva. Daddy smeared a mass of spit on the head of his cock.
Then he crawled forward, his big bulk pale in the dim room, his flesh hot and sweaty, his stiff cock jutting.
He peeled my hands off my mouth where I had pressed them to keep from yelling from how good I felt when I came.
He kissed my mouth. His open mouth was all hot, spicy. He put his tongue in my mouth, my tongue rubbing his. When he stopped kissing me. he said: "Can you taste yourself in my mouth, honey?"
I wasn't sure if I could or not.
"Sweet little girl!" Daddy chuckled fondly. "Now, I'll make you a woman!"
I really wanted to ask him to tie me to the bed, but I was afraid for Daddy to know just how kinky I was.
It might have turned him on... or off. Best to let things be.
Besides, I didn't need to be tied to be controlled. His body alone could do that.
After all, he was a full-grown adult male, an impressive one, and I was just a little girl, hardly weighing more than 105 pounds soaking wet.
And I certainly was soaking wet then! Wet all over - especially between the legs! My pussy was steamy from Daddy going down on it.
I was all shaky from just having come. But I was hot and hungry for more.
Under me, my buns twitched, tightened, clenched. My back arched and my hips swung up, like I was in such a hurry to get some of that cock, I couldn't wait.
Crouching on his hands and knees over me, Daddy reminded me more than ever of a great big fuzzy-wuzzy bear.
When I lifted my hips, and pushed my pussy up, it touched his prick.
Then, Daddy reached under himself and took hold of his hard cock.
He pressed its head against my slit. I gasped, lie rolled the cock head up and down my slit.
massaging it.
Daddy's saliva and my juices made my pussy all slippery and his cock head, too, so it glided up and down.
It felt nice; really, really nice. I rocked my hips to push my pussy up to meet his cock.
Daddy pushed his cock head against me, pushing my hips down, so my buns were back on the sweaty bed.
Then he kept on pushing - His cock head wedged open my pussy lips, and sank into my slit.
First, just the cock head went in, a big hard ball of throbbing flesh which spread my membranes, opening them wide.
Then Daddy worked it in me some more. Twinges came from my stretched pussy. His knees were between my legs, so I couldn't close them.
I groaned, gurgled.
Daddy trembled with eagerness. When his cock throbbed, I felt it all the way through my pussy, all through my body.
Then he sank it in some more. I cried out.
"Please, Daddy, not so fast!"
I whimpered for him to put it in slower. Daddy stroked me, soothed me, but he kept his cock planted in me.
Then he lowered down some more. Twinges from being entered made me cry out. I was all tensed up and breathless.
Daddy kept his cock in me, and I got used to it. It was a huge swollen thing, so stiff that it seemed all the rest of me was molded around it.
Daddy lowered down some more. It felt like I was filled all the way with his thing, yet there was still a lot of it left for me to take.
Daddy fingered my nipples, which were stiff as a pair of pebbles pasted to my chest. His touch made me shiver and shake.
He no longer held his cock, since it was in deep enough for him to not need to hold it in place any more.
"Now, this may hurt some," Daddy warned, "but that's the price you have to pay to be a woman! Anyway, it only hurts the first time... that's all..."
"I'm ready, Daddy! Only - only - " "Only what, honey?"
"M-maybe you better hold me down, Daddy, just in case!"
I had my arms up at my head, with the wrists crossed. Daddy took hold of both my wrists in his one hand.
Then he pushed into me.
His cock was in deep, then it fetched up to a stop when its head bumped against my cherry, blocking it.
I let out some moans and little whimpering cries when my cherry was jabbed.
I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself that it would be just like getting a tooth pulled - that's what one girl in my grade, who wasn't a virgin any more, had confided what it was like to do it.
Daddy was eager and there was no gentle way to break my cherry.
So, he just shoved in.
I squealed.
My cherry stretched and stretched, getting pushed out of shape by the cock head, stretching like a rubber band.
I squealed and thrashed and kicked my legs.
Then, just like a rubber band stretched too far, it snapped.
I shrieked.
Lucky that the storm was really raging then, with one boom of thunder after another shaking the duplex, so my shriek got swallowed up in the booming.
My cherry tore apart.
Daddy, shredding it with his tool, plunged his cock deep into me, jamming it much deeper than I had ever imagined.
His hand was so tightly holding my wrists together, that they went numb from the pressure - which was fine with me.
This was perfectly fitted to me - pain and pleasure, all wrapped up in one package!
CHAPTER FOUR
Yes, my daddy fucked me!
First - when my cherry was broken - I kind of went numb between the legs, in my pussy, so I couldn't feel anything at all.
Or maybe I fainted for an instant - I don't know.
My mind blanked out, and when I came back, Daddy lurched on top of me, his sweaty fleshy body covering me - His cock pumping in my pussy.
I was being fucked by Daddy!
At first, he went slow, with slow sliding strokes. His weight was heavy on me, though he took some of it off by putting weight on his elbows.
His cock rooted around in me. I felt like I was being pulled out along with it when Daddy drew back his cock.
He pulled it out about halfway - held it there... then pushed it back in.
He did it some more. After a while, I must have gotten stretched out, or used to his thing in me.
It moved easier in me, although it was in really tight. Daddy moved faster. When he thrust into me, my whole body, not just my pussy, shook from the impact.
Daddy was like some great fuzzy-furred, hot-bodied beast on top of me. He got eager and thrust harder and faster.
I was glad that I excited him.
After all, many beautiful, full-bodied women had shared his bed. I know - 'cause I had done plenty of peeping.
But Daddy was turned on by me.
No model with a flawless face and long legs, no big-busted actress, had ever excited him any more than I, a skinny underage kid, was doing.
But then, none of those beauties was his flesh-and-blood daughter.
I can't say that it felt all that great the first time - the fucking, I mean. Having my pussy eaten had been pure pleasure.
Having my cherry cracked was pleasure and pain combined, and I was sore and scared and couldn't give my all for the fucking.
But Daddy didn't seem to mind.
In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if he was turned on more by my not being experienced. That excited him.
As his passion increased, he must have let himself go, and he began pumping into me hard and fast.
I just can't tell you what it was like, being taken and used by that great big hard hung Daddy of mine!
He wheezed for breath - his lungs heaved -his wide chest got even wider, and his big back swelled as he panted.
His cock lurched into me again and again, like it was scratching a maddening itch. Even though I still was kind of numb between the legs, I felt the heat of his cock.
It was getting hotter and hotter and I knew that pretty soon his cock would reach the melting point.
A few more strokes - Ah, that did it!
Daddy slid his cock on home to me, plunging deep into my pussy, cramming it deep, so its head was stuffed way up inside me.
This time he did not pull back for another stroke - this was it!
Inside me, Daddy came and came and came!
Creamy come spurted from his cock at high pressure. I cried out in surprise when the first wad spurted into me.
Then more gushes followed.
Each time he spurted, Daddy's cock shook like a cannon, squeezing off some more sticky wetness inside me.
Daddy hunched on top of me, over me, palms pressing the mattress, raising his upper body, which shook with strain.
He looked like a seal trying to lift himself out of a pool. Strain shook all over his body, which was tight, rigid.
His come soaked into my sore pussy, soothing it with thick cream...
"Ahhhhhhhhh... " And that's how I lost - threw away - my virginity.
My daddy made me a woman!
Still, I wondered what he'd say, and do, if he could see me now - all tied up by myself, whipping my ass with a belt, and pulling on the ropes to make me come that much faster!
And I was very close to coming...
I whipped away at my ass. My orgasm was close, real close. I got too wild, though, and one end of the doubled belt slipped from my hand.
Without holding the belt doubled, I couldn't strap my ass with those hard, stinging hits. But it didn't matter - I was coming!
Orgasm hit me. I doubled forward, hugging myself, lowering my head down. My face was all red and scrunched up from keeping myself from yelling out loud from how hot and good it felt!
My pussy was on fire from the rope's friction. The fire swept out of control, sweeping over me.
I shook and squirmed from my orgasm, the ropes cutting into my tensed body, chafingly irritating my soft seething parts.
Then the orgasm passed, and I slumped forward, pressing my sweaty forehead to the mattress, gasping for breath, sweat rolling off me.
And then -The door opened.
My bedroom door opened - but it was locked! I knew I had locked it! I froze.
The door was open all the way now. Standing in the hall, looking in, was Emory Todd and Becky, the upstairs maid.
"See!" Smiling, Becky pointed at me. "See, Mr. Emory, I told you that she was up to no good!"
Becky was in her middle twenties, a tall, busty, long-legged brunette. She was all smiles, loving it.
Emory Todd was the major domo. All staff servants addressed him formally as "Mr. Emory." He was boss of all the servants, and in charge of smoothly running the household.
He was. older than Daddy, very serious, a grave man.
He was cool. Becky was scandalized, shocked, and thrilled, and showed it all on her face. She just about hopped up and down.
Emory kept a poker face, but he looked, too.
"Eeek!"
Screeching, I put one arm across my tits to cover them. My other hand covered my crotch. I flopped on my back.
"Look at that, Mr. Emory!" Becky hissed. "Did you ever see the like?!"
I should have screamed, "How dare you!?" and kept on screaming until they went away. But I was tongue-tied, numb.
"Go about your duties, Becky," Emory Todd said. "I shall attend to this!"
"Yes, Mr. Emory!"
"Say nothing of this to any of the others."
"Oh no, Mr. Emory, of course not! You know me! I won't say a word, no, not a peep! You know I can hold my tongue!"
"On your way, girl."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Emory!"
Becky stuck her head into my room, leering at me.
"Miss Rochelle! Shame on you!"
"That will be quite enough, Becky," Emory Todd said. "Go about your duties, I won't tell you again!"
"No, sir, Mr. Emory! I mean, yes, sir!"
Becky took one last look, then went on her way, sweeping off with a flourish of her skirt and petticoats, her strong shapely stockinged legs flashing.
Emory Todd entered my room. In one hand he held the skeleton key which had allowed him to open my locked door.
Had he done that under normal circumstances, I would have insisted that Daddy fire him on the spot. And Daddy would have done it, too.
But I was in no position to make demands.
Not when I had been caught!
Caught - naked, self-bound, and playing with myself!
Emory Todd closed the door behind him, locking it once more from the inside. Then he strolled over to my bed.
I squirmed on my back, trying to cover my titties and my pussy.
He was tall, and bony, and middle aged. He had a bony skull and a long raw-boned face, with jutting cheekbones, deep eye sockets, a long crooked nose, a tight thin-lipped mouth. Thinning gray hair was combed back over his scalp. His forehead was high, shiny. He didn't get much sun, and his flesh was grayish-white. He was correctly dressed in a spotless dark suit, white shirt, tie. He looked like a hellfire and brimstone preacher, or an undertaker.
Yes, that's it - like an undertaker!
He was always so serious and unsmiling and correct. A real stickler who made sure that everything done in the house was done just-so. He walked softly. His voice was low, never grating. He was the straightest of the straight.
Humiliation crushed me.
To have Becky catch me like THIS!
I told you that Daddy has an eye for the ladies. He figures when he's going to have servants, they might just as well be attractive.
Becky, with her mane of chestnut-brown hair, attractive face, and lush body, was just the type Daddy went for.
I was sure that she was jazzing Daddy. Her duties as upstairs maid were kept light. Other staff members, in service longer, had much more work to do, but I hardly ever saw Becky labor.
I suspected she did her duties in Daddy's bed.
And to have her catch me like this - !!!
I was so humiliated! I prayed she wouldn't tell Daddy!
But Becky already had gone.
Now, Emory Todd stood at the bedside, looking down at me. I covered myself as best I could.
I thought of rolling on my tummy to hide my pussy and titties, but then I would have shown my self-strapped ass, all marked with red.
Emory Todd cleared his throat.
"Good afternoon, Miss Rochelle."
He was cool as a cucumber, like he was serving afternoon tea.
"E-E-Emory!" I gasped. "What are you doing?!"
"I might inquire the same of you, miss. Becky reported hearing strange noises coming from your room. I thought it best to investigate."
"I - I'm all right. Please leave, Emory!"
"Did you tie yourself up, Miss Rochelle?"
"Get out of here!"
Leaning over, he slapped my face.
His palm cracked my cheek. I was more stunned than hurt.
"That will be all of your impertinence, you silly little bitch!"
"Emory! You hit me!!!"
"Yes. It was most enjoyable! I believe I shall do it again!"
"No, don't, please - " SMACK!
"Owwww!"
Since my hands weren't tied, I could raise them to my head, to protect it.
All the while, Emory Todd kept the same poker face. He looked away from me to the night table.
He picked up some of the rope strands which I hadn't used. He found one that was about three feet long. Taking hold of it in both hands, he ran it through his fingers.
I rubbed my cheek where my face was slapped. My titties flashed their stiff nipples. I kept my hand over my crotch.
"As usual," he said, "your performance is sloppy, Rochelle."
Rochelle - not "Miss Rochelle."
"You failed to do the job properly," he said.
Was he crazy?!? "Wh-what job?!"
"The job of binding yourself. Clearly you need instruction, teaching which I shall be only too happy to supply you with!
"Your hands, for instance," he said. "Th are not in restraint!"
He reached for me.
His hands were big, with raw bony fingers, big knuckles. Covered with thin fine black hairs.
He took hold of the hand which was clamped down on my pussy, covering it, and he pulled it off.
He saw my naked pussy, with the rope running up between the slit, all wet and juicy.
He turned me over on my tummy.
"No! Don't!"
He rolled me over, pausing when he saw my marked ass.
"Ahhhhh... what have we here?" "Nothing!" I moaned.
"Nothing? I think not! Someone s warmed up your sassy little bottom, miss!"
"Emory, have you gone crazy?!"
"You tie yourself up, and strap yourself -that is what you did, yes?"
"No!"
He picked up the blue belt, which lay in a corner of the mattress where I'd let it fall while I played with my pussy.
"I daresay this is what you used, eh, Rochelle? Hmmmmmmm... " He put the belt down, then twisted both my arms behind my back, crossing the wrists and holding them together.
"Emory, what are you doing?!"
"Finishing the job which you started, Rochelle!"
He tied my hands behind my back, tightly. When he was done, I strained and tugged at the ropes and couldn't make a bit of headway.
Then he turned me and rolled me back on my back. This time, my bound hands were pinned under me, crushed by my weight.
This time, I couldn't hide my titties or my pussy from him, either!
"Emory, if you don't let me go, right this second, I'll scream!"
"Yes, do that, Rochelle! Scream loudly -that should fetch all the servants! We'll have them all come in and have a look at you!
"Well, what are you waiting for Rochelle? Go ahead, scream! Scream at the top of your lungs, fetch the servants on the run!"
After a long pause, in which I was silent, he said: "So you choose NOT to be 'rescued!'" "What... what are you going to do to me?!" I whimpered.
"No more than you have done to yourself! ...No, wait, that's not really true... there are one or two things I intend to do to you that you would be quite unable to do to or for yourself!
"You're a lost little girl, Rochelle! You need strict guidance and a firm hand to rule you and make you do right!
"It will be my duty - and, I confess, my pleasure - to supply you with that ruling hand, that guiding light!"
Leaning over me, he put his hands on me. His palms were dry.
He didn't cop a feel or grope me or anything like that. He put his hands under my arms and tugged.
"Up, Rochelle! Up on your knees!"
With him pulling, I got my legs under me. The outside curves of my titties nuzzled his hands as he took hold.
I knelt on the bed with my legs folded under me. My bottom pressed the backs of my heels. My bound hands wriggled.
The rope really pressed my pussy, rubbing it roughly.
Emory put me so that my knees pressed the edge of the bed. I faced him standing at my bedside. After he positioned me, he stood up.
"Not only did you neglect to bind your hands," he said, reaching for his fly, "But you neglected another important item!"
"What - what's that?!"
"A gag!"
He opened his fly, reached in, fumbled around, and pulled his thick limp cock out of the open flyhole.
Taking hold of the jerking twitching cock, he said: "I have just the thing to plug that pretty little mouth of yours!"
CHAPTER FIVE
With no preliminaries, Emory Todd shoved his cock in my face.
His cock wasn't circumcised. Daddy's is. I haven't ever had an uncut cock, so I stared at it.
It was a fat trunk of flesh, all wrinkled and crumpled at the head, where the foreskin covered the cock head.
He didn't pull down his pants, or anything.
He just pulled his cock out his fly, and let it dangle down on his pants. But not for long.
He stood at the bedside, his crotch about level with my face. He put his hand on the back of my neck.
He pulled my head down to his cock.
His cock shoved in my face. It was limp, like a balloon. My sweat made it stick to my face.
His fingers fastened on the hair at the back of my neck, catching hold of my ponytail and wrapping it round his fist.
Then he pulled tight, yanking the hairs so they strained at my scalp.
"Owwwwwww - mmmphh!"
My moan was cut off by his cock shoving in my mouth.
His cock was soft, not hard, at least when he first stuffed it in my mouth.
He shoved the whole tube of flesh in, cramming it in so my lips hugged its base.
"Suck it," he said. "You know how it's done, Rochelle!"
Yes, I knew how it was done.
As soon as the soft limp cock hit my tongue, it twitched and jerked. I started sucking, and rubbed it with my tongue.
His hand twisted and pulled my ponytail, holding it in place, while his cock sprouted and grew in my mouth.
It doubled its length and thickness in a few seconds, until it filled my mouth and squashed my tongue.
Its head tickled the back of my throat, but I didn't gag Not yet.
"Come now, Rochelle, I know an active little wanton like you knows how to suck a cock! Show me your expertise!
"Or perhaps you're just a very little girl who knows nothing of such matters, and is not worth bothering with!"
He was just saying that to get me mad so I'd suck him better, but it worked, 'cause I decided to give him some real head royale.
His cock was a fat plug of flesh in my mouth, squashing my tongue.
My tongue curled up at the edges, wrapping the cock in a trough of flesh. My lips hugged his throbbing shaft.
I moved my head backward. His hand moved with me, while his cock moved the other way, sliding out of my lips.
Red now, wrapped with throbbing purple veins, sticky with my saliva, the cock pulled halfway out, then halted.
Then it pushed in, burying itself deep.
My tongue, curled around the cock, rubbed, licked it.
"Ahhhhhh," Emory said, "so, you do know how to do it after all, you naughty little girl!"
He rocked his hips back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth, never taking it all the way out.
My head bobbed back and forth. My eyes closed. I concentrated on sucking his cock so well his eyes would cross.
Drool spilled from my stretched lips, wetting ray chin. My lips hugged his shaft, sucking it with their smooth insides.
My scalp ached from my ponytail being pulled back so hard. My head was level, chin up, mouth facing the cock fucking it.
Since he had pulled his cock out of his fly, rather than pulling down his pants and shorts, my nose and chin kept bumping up against the crotch of his trousers.
He put his cock deep in my mouth.
"Not bad, Rochelle," he murmured. "You could stand some finesse... " My face burned. I could suck cock, good as anyone!
I sucked and slurped some more.
He pulled his cock back so only its knobbed head was between my lips, and he held my head so I couldn't take any more.
"Neatness and dispatch, child," he said, "Neatness counts! You must be careful not to stain my clothes with your saliva!
"I won't stand for sloppiness! Now, then, resume what you were doing, but use some finesse, and don't slobber all over everything!"
Talk about a humiliation trip - wow!
My face was hot. Who did this dried up old stick think he was talking to?! What did a servant know about sucking cock?!
But from the swift, sure, and easy way he handled me, I had a hunch that there was a lot to Emory Todd that I'd never, ever imagined.
Already, he struck me as a kind of Jekyll and Hyde character.
For the last few years now, ever since he'd been hired by Daddy, I'd known Emory Todd in his official duties, which he carried out to perfection.
He'd sacked some of the old servants, and brought in some new ones of his own, and he'd gotten the big household running smoothly.
Daddy considered him invaluable, so Emory was in solid. Other rich folk, friends of Daddy, had tried to steal Emory away at a higher salary, but he refused, saying he was "quite content" to remain in service here.
He was stand-offish, not so much like an English butler, but more like a bank manager, librarian, or - undertaker.
He had that long, poker-face that I associate with men in positions of responsibility who can never afford to appear too silly or undignified.
Emory was always dignified.
Even when he had me sucking his cock, he kept his dignity.
He was a married man, a family man. Georgina, his wife, was also a servant, and held a position of responsibility.
Emory Todd, Georgina his wife, and their dlaughter, Audrey, lived in their private quarters over the old carriage house.
Audrey, the daughter, was a couple of years younger than me, kind of cute in a girlish way, very sweet, soft-spoken, timid.
Emory Todd was expert at his job, soft-spoken, polite, always unfailingly correct in matters of etiquette.
He was straight-backed and unbending, a bit gloomy of face, and was a figure of respect to all the domestic staff.
That was the Emory Todd I knew - or thought I knew.
That was the Jekyll side of his personality. I'd never known, or even suspected, that there was another, hidden side to his personality.
Because there was the Emory Todd who could barge into my room, using his special key to bypass the lock.
The Emory Todd who could command a snotty, willful bitch like Becky into keeping silent about me.
The Emory Todd who, catching his employer's daughter all tied up by herself, would really tie her - And then force her to suck his cock.
That was what you might call the Mr. Hyde side of his personality - a side which had never before shown itself to me!
I sucked his cock.
My mouth was mushy with saliva, I remembered what he'd said about being neat and careful, and I gulped it down.
My saliva, that is.
Later, I might well have to swallow some other fluid!
His cock was a fat plug of flesh pumping between my lips. As he pumped, he moved my head, my mouth, the way he liked.
He pulled his cock halfway out. His hand, the one not holding my ponytail wrapping his fist, gripped his shaft.
Then he pulled it all the way out of my mouth.
Careful not to spatter his dark pants with dripping saliva which coated his cock, he stood his rod straight up.
And pressed, rubbed it against my face.
Saliva smeared on my face. The cock's throbbings vibrated through my skull. My mouth watered some more.
He wasn't so smart as he thought, I toll myself, otherwise, he'd have taken down his pants so I could lick his balls!
He pulled his cock head down to my lips and pushed it back in.
My lips clutched the red log of the cock as it rolled over my tongue like a steamroller, lunging deep in my mouth.
Then he fucked my face some more.
I closed my eyes and put my mind in my mouth and the cock fucking it.
I rubbed his cock with my tongue until it ached with soreness. My jaws ached, too.
His cock had swollen like a balloon in my mouth, like I was blowing it up, and it was a thick plug of flesh pumping my mouth.
So hot, I knew he'd come soon!
(You see, I DO know something about sucking cocks!) "Of course, you will swallow all my precious essence," Emory said. He said it in a casual, conversational tone to me.
Like he was remarking about the weather, or something.
He pumped some more. He was careful and controlled. His strokes just kept coursing over my lips and tongue.
He did it deliberately, with deep strokes, controlling me all the time.
His cock jumped on my tongue like a frog crossing a hot road.
This was it.
He pushed his cock deep into my mouth. Its tip bumped the back of my throat. I started gagging.
He pulled my head forward and down, tilting it, and the cock head stuffed down into my open throat.
The knobbed ball of the cock head plugged it.
My nose, lips, chin, pressed the front of his dark pants. His cock was wrapped in my mouth, and he let go.
And came.
A thick wad of come splashed in my throat. Gulping, I swallowed.
With Emory's body pressed up against my face, I felt his tension, as his long lanky form went rigid with orgasm.
He came heavily.
I sucked and swallowed; gulping, gulping, gulping. I had to swallow fast to keep from choking on the stuff.
Come, thick and rich as honey, coated my throat, trickling down.
Emory grunted, letting out a stifled gasp. But that was just about the only outcry he made as he came.
Finally his cock stopped pumping its stream of semen into my mouth and open throat. The flow faded to a trickle.
I stretched my lips on either side of his cock and sucked in some air, which came whistling in around the cock.
Emory, rigid, not just in his cock but all over, stood on his toes in order to cram his cock as deep in my mouth as he could.
Finally, the tension broke.
His body untensed. His cock withdrew a couple of inches as he sank down flat-footed on the floor. His tremblings stopped.
Except for his cock.
It kept right on jerking and twitching in my mouth, on my tongue, squeezing out drips and drabs of come.
They oozed down my gullet, adding to the stream of come already sliding down to my tummy.
"Ahhhhhh... " he sighed.
His hand eased up on pulling my ponytail, slackening. He kept his cock in my mouth.
"That was acceptable, Rochelle... still, you need a good deal of instruction and tutorship in order to reach your full potential!
"Now, I am going to withdraw from your mouth, miss. You will suck up all the excess fluids and swallow them down."
It was no question - it was a demand - I nodded in agreement.
He pulled out slowly. My lips formed a seal around his rod. My cheeks hollowed as I wrapped them, and my tongue, too, around his cock.
I opened my eyes, looking down at the red rod sliding out of my mouth.
My lips bowed out as the cock head came past them - Pop!
The cock came unplugged from my mouth.
Neatly, Emory ringed the cock with his thumb and pointing finger, holding the shaft away from his trousers so as not to stain them.
Come oozed down my gullet, like medicine. Almost all of it had gone down my throat, but enough of it had fallen on my tongue so I could taste it.
"You will now humbly thank me for allowing you the privilege of sucking me off, Rochelle," he said. "Do it!"
I couldn't look up at him, he looked so stern and strict. I knew he was a very strict parent to Audrey.
I looked at his knobbed cock head floating in front of my face as I said: "Thank you for fucking my face, Emory!"
He winced. "Such language! You need a schooling in the proper vocabulary among your other shortcomings!
"And don't be so free and insolent as to address me by my first name. You have no right to that informality!"
"I - I'm sorry... what should I call you?"
"You will address me as 'Mr. Emory,' as the servants do, when we are alone in private like this. When your father or outsiders are present, you will be allowed to call me by my first name, as you have done in the past, but only with the understanding that you are allowed to do so in order to keep from betraying the changed conditions of your status with me!
"Do you understand me, Rochelle?"
"Y-yes... Mr. Emory... yes, I do understand... " "Of course you do! A girl who ties herself up, straps herself, and commits masturbatory self-abuse, will understand me all too well!
"And you understand, Rochelle, that a most exacting and painful program of instruction will be administered to you!
"All will be explained later. For now, you may kiss my member!"
Puckering up, I pressed my lips against his cock head. It was sticky with come. I smooched it.
Mr. Emory patted the top of my head.
"Now, Rochelle, you will use your tongue on my member, licking it clean!"
I stuck out my tongue and went to work.
I licked and licked, rolling my tongue over his cock head and shaft. Come smeared around my mouth, even on my cheeks.
Mr. Emory held his cock, lifting it up so my tongue could reach its underside. I licked come clean from his cock.
"That will suffice," he said at last.
His cock was semi-hard. He pushed his bony ass back, and stuffed his cock back inside the flyhole. He twisted as he fitted the cock in his trousers.
The semi-stiff rod made a fat bulge in his trousers. He zipped up.
He held his hands in front of him.
"Hmmmm... my hands are sticky with wetness. I shall have to clean them!"
He used my glossy ponytail for a towel, wiping the saliva and come off his hands.
I rolled my tongue around in my mouth, tasting his come on it, smacking my lips.
"Mr. Emory?"
"Yes, Rochelle?"
"Don't you want to do more to me?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Such as?"
For some reason, I got real embarrassed. My face burned red and hot.
"Wouldn't you like to... well, to - to fuck me?!"
He laughed.
"You are here to service ME, Rochelle - not the other way around!" "I'm sorry!"
"Not that you are not a most attractive little miss," he conceded. "Thank you."
"But until you have been properly trained, you'll be of little use to me!"
"Are you - are you going to train me, sir?" "I like that 'sir,' that's very good! You learn quickly! Yes, Rochelle, as I'm sure you have guessed, I am going to train you!" I thanked him again.
"In fact, your training has already begun, so from this moment forth, you must be on your best behavior!"
"I will, sir!"
Amazing how easily I had already fallen into the ritual.
"One thing that tempts me," he said, "is to finish the job you started on your saucy little backside! But I have my duties to attend to, and so I must postpone that pleasure for later."
"Later?"
"Tonight after dinner, Rochelle, when it gets dark, you will report to my quarters over the carriage house!"
"But, sir! Won't your wife be home then? And Audrey?"
He slapped my face.
His hands dropped to my titties, fingers fastening on both nipples, then pinching them, cruelly twisting them like the dials on a radio.
I cried out, squirming against the ropes that bound me, one of the ropes burning against my clitty.
I squealed and squirmed. He gave them a last vicious twist before letting go.
Pain brought tears to my eyes. I moaned. Even through tears, I saw that my nipples were red and swollen.
"Never question me, Rochelle!" he waved his finger in front of my face.
"I'm sorry," I boo-hooed. "I just thought -well..."
"No need for you to do any of that, either," he said. "Thinking, that is!"
"No, I won't, sir! I'm sorry, sir!"
Fat tears trickled down my face.
"I will do all the thinking for you," he said. "And you must never speak of our new arrangement, Rochelle!"
"No... of course not, sir!"
"If your father should ever discover it, he will surely discharge me from his employ," Emory Todd said. "In which case, you will never knew all the aches and pains and ecstatic games I've planned for you!"
"I'll never tell, sir!"
"No, I'm quite sure that you won't," he said. "And so, for now, I'll take my leave of you, Rochelle!
"Oh, yes - do bathe and make yourself presentable for tonight! You will be inspected for the proper cleanliness...
Inspected most intimately!"
Chuckling, Emory Todd turned and walked to the door.
"Wait!" I cried.
He halted.
"I mean, please, sir, wait a moment!"
He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at me.
"Aren't - aren't you going to untie me, sir?" I whimpered.
"Certainly not!"
He was almost indignant.
"You managed to truss yourself up, Rochelle, and you'll surely be able to free yourself... in good time, to be sure.
"At any rate, you have the whole afternoon to get free! And I'll make sure that none of the servants disturb you!"
He left the room, locking me in.
I finally managed to get loose from the ropes. It wasn't easy, either.
But I twisted and squirmed so much, to slip free from the ropes, that the one running down my slit rubbed my clitty until I came!
When I got loose at last, I was too weak to stand for a while - not weak from coming, but from imagining what was going to happen to me tonight!
CHAPTER SIX
Mr. Emory commanded: "Take off your clothes, Rochelle!"
"No."
It wasn't me who said no. I was already obeying, gathering up my blouse to take it off. I was obedient...
No, it was a third person, a third party in the game, who'd said "no."
Georgina Todd, Emory's wife, was the one who said it.
Mr. Emory was in his early fifties. Georgina was in her middle forties.
She was a big woman, built like a women's prison guard, a mountain of flesh.
Thick brown hair was pulled back and knotted into a bun at the back of her head, making her face look even more severe.
Her face was round and pink and double-chinned. Her eyebrows were tweezed and plucked into thin lines, darkened with pencil. She had thick features, a wide nose, and a ripe, red-painted mouth, with a tiny black beauty mark to the left of it.
Her skin was smooth, creamy pink. She wore a loose-fitting house dress which draped her big body like a tent, its hem reaching down to her knees.
Her tits were melons, her middle was thick, her hips were wide, her ass was plump, her thighs were full and rounded, and her strong calves narrowed to slim ankles.
It was a few minutes past eight o'clock that night. As commanded, I had slipped out of the mansion, making sure nobody saw me make my way down the winding paths in the back to what used to be the carriage house.
It was a two-story house. The lower half was wide, and had three bays. In olden times, it used to house the carriages of the family.
Now, the carriages were gone, but some stuff was stored down there, including motorized snow-plows, lawn mowers, a ski-mobile, and cases and cartons full of old bric-a-brac which had gone here instead of the attic.
A stairway climbed to the second floor. The second floor had been fixed up real nice and served as the living quarters for Mr. Emory and his family.
There was a living room, big bedroom, small bedroom for Audrey, their daughter, with a kitchen at the rear.
Now, the night had come. Shades covered the windows. Clothes covered me, but not for long.
I wore a pretty blouse, pink and short-sleeved and slightly see-through, and a light gray skirt, tight, whose hem reached my knees. Loafers without socks completed the outfit.
Mr. Emory had gone off duty and he took his ease at home.
He wore an old, comfortable white shirt, loose-fitting dark brown slacks, socks, shoes. He sat in his easy chair in the living room. His chair and the couch and the armchair in which Georgina - Mrs. Todd - sat, all faced the television. But it wasn't turned on and its screen was blank, dead.
Maybe the TV wasn't turned on, but I was! Georgina KNEW.
I mean, she knew! Everything! Her husband must have told her all about me.
Any normal wife would have hit the ceiling, and certainly would never have allowed this to go on, to actually have me in her own home!
Which meant that big Georgina was no normal wife.
As soon as I entered the quarters, I sensed her checking me out.
Georgina was big, bossy, and bitchy.
She was Mr. Emory's second in command, when it came to running the household and the staff of servants.
He was strict but controlled, and rarely if ever raised his voice, not even at the most irksome, stupid servant girl.
But Georgina would raise hell on them, and shout. More than once, I'd seen a servant girl flee from the big woman in tears after a scolding.
I knew that the Todds were real strict parents, too.
Not that Audrey ever talked much about it, but I'd her threatened with promised spankings for even small things.
And I knew she'd gotten them, too, since I'd seen her the day after, walking stiffly from her sore behind, sitting only on the edge of her chair to keep from putting much weight on her sore rear.
Georgina made me feel all shivery and scared.
But where was Audrey?
She was supposed to be home, but the door to her bedroom was open and she wasn't inside it, I saw at a glimpse.
I even asked if she was at home.
"Audrey is visiting a friend," Mr. Emory said. "She'll be occupied until much later, so don't worry about her!"
"Suppose she comes home unexpectedly?" I asked.
"Audrey would never dare do something so foolish as that!' Georgina chimed in: "Don't you worry about Audrey! You'd do best to save your concern for yourself!" I was concerned.
"My dear Georgina is a full participant in all that I do," Mr. Emory explained to me. "And she knows everything about you, Rochelle!"
"Everything?!" I gasped.
"Everything that I know,' he said.
Georgina leaned forward in her massive armchair. It had to be big, to support her. Her tits shoved against her loose dress.
"Almost everything," Georgina declared. "Emory has seen you in the nude, Rochelle, which I haven't!"
"We'll have to remedy that lack," Mr. Emory said. "Rochelle, strip!"
I stared wide-eyed at him, heat tingling in my face. I hadn't been inside the place for five minutes yet.
And already, I was commanded to take my clothes off!
And then Georgina said: "No."
I looked at her. Mr. Emory looked questioningly at his wife. Georgina leered at me, her deep-set dark eyes shining.
I lowered my gaze, looking down at my feet and the floor.
"No?" Emory asked.
"No," Georgina said. "Rochelle won't take off her clothes... " A pause.
"I'll undress her myself!" Georgina said.
I was lightheaded, my mouth was dry, I felt hot and cold.
"Come over here, dear," Georgina told me I looked to Mr. Emory for guidance.
"Go ahead, Rochelle! Georgina is my equal partner and you will obey her as you would obey me!
"Anything she tells you to do, you do it, and damn quick!" "Yes, sir!"
The shoe leather of my loafers scuffed against the carpet as I went to Georgina. She leaned forward, her dark eyes glittering.
"Maybe you don't think I'm dominant enough, is that it, Rochelle?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Todd!" I said.
"Maybe you don't think I can't bring a sexy little bitch like you under control, hmmmmmm!"
She smiled real nastily, like she just couldn't wait to show me how tough she was.
"Please - please excuse me, Mrs. Todd," I fidgeted. "I - I've never done anything like this before, you see!"
"No, I'm quite sure you haven't," She said. She cupped her chin and thoughtfully studied me, standing facing her chair.
I stood with my head bowed and my hands held behind my back, like they already were tied. My face burned hot.
"I wonder," she said. "After all I've heard about you, and your wanton ways, I can't believe you're as innocent as you look!"
She asked me: "You're not a virgin."
Well, it really wasn't much of a question. She knew the answer already.
"No, Mrs. Todd, I'm not," I admitted.
"No, of course you're not! You hardly could be, considering the way my husband says you love to suck cock!"
He had told her that, too. My face got redder.
"Still," she went on, "you could be a virgin, even so, a technical virgin. But I doubt it. You've given up that little pussy of yours!"
"Yes, Mrs. Todd!"
"You don't have to be so formal with me, Rochelle. Not when we're going to get to know each other so well, so very well!
"We're all going to be one big happy family here! So... you may call me... let me see now... you may call me 'Aunt Georgina!'" "Aunt Georgina," I repeated.
"That's quite a mouthful," she went on, "but as we all know, you can handle mouthfuls very well, can't you?"
"Yes, Aunt Georgina!"
"Of course you can," she went on, "and we'll have mouthfuls that you can handle, and then some! And pussys-full, too!"
"Oh!"
The chair creaked under her as she leaned forward, reaching behind me, fastening her hands on my behind.
"And maybe ass-fulls, too!"
"Oh! Aunt Georgina!" I gasped.
She sank her fingers into my ass cheeks and really squeezed hard, kneading the cheeks through my skirt and panties.
She smiled.
"I'm happy to see that you're not so much of a slut that you can't still raise a blush, Rochelle!"
"Yes, Aunt Georgina!"
"You can stop parroting my name like you're a broken record," she said. "It bores me. You may also refer to me as 'Auntie,' or ma am!
"Auntie... " I murmured. "Ummmmm, I like that!"
"I can just imagine other things you like," she said. "I'll bet you like to show your sassy little skinny body!
"Have you ever been undressed by a woman?"
"No, ma'am."
"Have you ever been with a woman or girl? Sexually, that is?"
"No, ma'am!" I shook my head.
"I bet," she said.
"No, really, Auntie, I haven't!"
"We'll remedy that lack," she promised me.
"I suggest you take off her clothes, dear," Mr. Emory said. "I'llhings will really get interesting then!"
"Yes, indeed!"
Georgina put her plump hands on the chair arms, leaned forward, and lifted herself up out of the chair. It creaked under her.
Standing, she was a few inches taller than me - but without the high spiked heels she wore, she'd be about my size.
In height, that is. Bodily, there was enough of her to make up two of me. She was broad and built. She put her hand on my shoulder. That was just to steady me. Then her palm of her other hand pressed my chest.
"You're a skinny little thing!" she sneered. "There can't be much of you under those clothes!
"Well, let's find out!"
I was neat. Usually, I'm kind of sloppy about my clothes, but tonight I had dressed carefully and neatly.
I didn't think Mr. Emory would care much for sloppiness. I hadn't known that his wife was going to be home!
I just assumed he'd be alone for his rendezvous with me. Now, I knew that he was more than a man alone - He was part of a team.
A dominant husband and wife team!
How did he take his pleasures? How did Georgina take hers?
How much did Audrey know of her parents' strange tastes?
I didn't know, but I would find out!
Because it was summer, and there was no school, and Daddy was away on a business trip, and there was nobody to tell me what time to go to bed -For sleeping, that is!
But there were two adults here, not parents, not even relatives, even if one of them did make me call her "Auntie,' two adults who could and would tell me when to go to bed - And not for sleeping, either.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Scrawny little thing!" Georgina laughed. "You look like a plucked chicken!" Her laughter was no small thing. Her big tits swelled bigger as she breathed deep, until it seemed the mounds would burst free even from the loose-fitting dress covering her from neck to knees.
She tossed back her head' and cut loose with a big laugh. Her face got red and all her masses of flesh shook.
I stood in the middle of the living room -Stark naked!
My clothes - blouse, skirt, bra, panties -stood neatly folded and stacked on a table off to the side. My shoes were neatly placed side by side and tucked under the table. Georgina had taken off each garment.
When she undressed me, she made it a real turn-on.
She ran her plump soft hands up and down my front and back, feeling me. She pressed my titties and grabbed my ass.
Her thick fingers opened the belt which went through the loops of my gray skirt. Then she pulled my blouse free from where it was tucked in the skirt.
Then she took off the blouse.
"With titties that small," she teased, "I don't know why you bother with a bra at all!"
She took off the bra, too.
I felt so alive!
The staring eyes of Georgina and Mr. Emory stared at my body. Their lips pulled back, showing lots of strong teeth.
They looked like a pair of hungry wolves, ready to devour me!
My nipples were stiff, and don't think that Georgina missed that, either.
"Well, well, what have we here?" She flicked her nails against my stiff nipples, like she was flicking away a fly.
"Ouch!"
"Hold still, don't be such a baby, you can take it! You love it ... now, let me see those darling little nipples!"
She cupped a tit in her palm. Her fingers were oily. She pinched my stiff nipple, tweaked it, pulled it out toward her, stretching it.
She did the same, and then some, to my other nipple, and when she was done both nipples stood out stiff and sore.
"Let's see the rest of her," commanded Mr. Emory.
He pushed his recliner chair forward and sat with his feet planted on the floor, leaning his head forward.
Georgina stood to one side of me, so as not to block her husband's view of me as she finished undressing me.
Then she pulled down my skirt.
Once she tugged it past my hips, it came off easily enough, falling to my feet, leaving me clad only in panties.
Holding my shoulder, she felt me through my panties.
"Spread your legs... " "Yes, Auntie."
She felt me through my panties.
Her fingers were thick, like breakfast sausages. She poked and prodded me.
My panties were plain white cotton panties. Very thin.
Georgina pressed and poked and prodded my pussy through the panties.
Then she pulled them down.
"If that isn't the cutest little thing!" she said.
Her thumb and forefinger pinched my bush, pulling the hairs out, tugging them, making me wince and moan.
"Look at her little bush, honey!" she said to her husband. "Isn't it the cutest thing!"
"Hardly a bush," Emory said.
"She's young, what do you expect!"
"She's old enough," he said.
"Oh, yes," Georgina agreed. "Look at this pretty little pussy!"
One hand closed on my hip, holding it. Her other hand ran her fingers up and down my pussy, stroking the lips.
"I've seen her pussy," Mr. Emory said.
"I know!"
"But that's all I've done with it," he said, "yet!"
"I know that, too!" she laughed. She pressed her fingertips to my pussy lips and parted them, peering inside.
"Yum!" she said. "Look at all that juicy pink!"
"Is it juicy, dear?"
"I suppose I should find out, Emory!"
Georgina pressed the fingertip to my slit.
"Please, ma'am, don't hurt me... " "Hush! This isn't the first finger you've ever had in your pussy! I know you've taken plenty of fat thick cocks up there!
"So, don't make a lot of fuss over one little finger, or, by God, I'll really give you something to fuss about!"
I gasped when she put her finger inside me. It was plenty thick, and I was tight and dry right just then.
I grunted when she pushed her finger up into me. She worked it in deep, holding me in place with her hand on my hip.
She planted it in me up to the knuckle, and wiggled it around. After a few heartbeats, it started sliding a whole lot easier.
She pumped her finger in and out, back and forth.
When she pulled her finger out, it was shiny and dripping.
"She's wet, Emory!" Georgina laughed. "Look!"
"Yes, Rochelle is a most passionate - I might even say, wanton little miss!"
Georgina held her finger, dripping with my juices, in front of my face.
"What's this?!" she demanded.
"It - it's my pussy juices, ma'am... " "That's right! And what are they doing on my finger?!"
"I - I don't know, ma'am!"
"You don't know?! Well, then, you had better lick them off! Now!"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
I could smell myself on her finger.
"Ever taste your own pussy juices?" she asked me. "No, ma'am."
She didn't believe me. "No?"
"Well... uh, maybe I did, once - " "Don't mumble! Speak up' Now, look me in the eye, Rochelle, and tell me you never tasted your pussy juices!"
"No. ma'am! I mean... that is... I did. Just once, to see what they tasted like!"
"Hmmmph! So you're a little liar as well, eh?"
"Oh, no, ma'am!"
"First you said you didn't, now you say you did, so you must have lied at least once! How many other lies have you told?"
"None, ma'am! I - Auntie, I was ashamed to admit that I had done it, that's all!"
"Ashamed?!" Mr. Emory repeated, laughing. "If you have a sense of shame, Rochelle, you'd better lose it fast! It won't do you any good here!"
"Because we're going to make you do the most shameless things," Georgina promised. "Again and again!
"But, enough talk! Your juices are drying on my finger and I want you to lick them off! Stick out your tongue, Rochelle!
"Stick it out farther, much farther! All the way! Show us how long that tongue of yours is - ooh, it's a long one, all right!"
I shoved my tongue out till the root of it ached.
"Now, lick my finger clean. Show us some of that tongue action!"
I licked the finger. I couldn't really taste anything.
"You show a lot of promise with that tongue, Rochelle! Doesn't she, Emory?"
"Ah, yes... yes, Rochelle is most active with her little mouth!"
"I suppose you're an expert on that!" she said.
"Hardly an expert, dear, yet!"
Georgina said, "Here, open wide!' When my mouth was open, she shoved her finger in up to the knuckle.
"Suck it, Rochelle! Suck it like it's a cock! Show us how you suck cock!"
She pumped her finger in and out of my mouth. My lips wrapped it.
"Ummmmmm, look at the little tramp suck!" Georgina said. "You suck so well, I know you're just dying for some more!
"Don't worry, Rochelle! Now that we've oiled up that mouth, we'll have plenty of uses for it!"
She pulled her finger out of my mouth, wiping it on my hip.
Mr. Emory came over to us.
"We shouldn't be letting this little girl get too comfortable," he said to his wife. "She's here for correction!"
"Among other things," Georgina leered.
"Let's warm up that sassy little bottom of hers!"
Mr. Emory grabbed my ass, one cheek in both hands. He played with the cheeks, squeezing them like they were clay.
"Bend forward, Rochelle!"
"Yes, sir!"
I bent forward from the waist, till my fingers touched the floor.
With my head upside-down, I looked through my spread legs. I saw Mr. Emory from the waist down.
He took hold of my cheeks, one in each hand, and spread them, pulling them to the sides to expose my ass.
My little asshole winked, opening and closing.
"Look at that, Georgina! Look at her tight little hole!"
Georgina stood alongside him, behind my behind. "Yum!"
He pressed the tip of his finger to my hole, which nipped it.
Georgina put her hand between my legs, stroking the back of her hand up and down the inside of my thighs.
Mr. Emory took his finger away from my ass and let go of the cheeks. They closed. He patted my bottom.
"You may stand, Rochelle!"
Georgina moved in front of me, standing with her hands on her wide hips and her legs spread, she was bigger than life.
She pinched my nipple.
"Owwww!"
"Look at you, Rochelle!" she laughed. "A little girl playing at being a woman! Why, you're so scrawny and underdeveloped, you almost look like a boy!"
"Maybe I'll use her like a little boy," Mr. Emory said, feeling my ass.
"Take a look at me, Rochelle," Georgina said, "and see what a real woman looks like, little girl!"
Really, from the way they talked, you'd have thought I was about eleven or twelve years old! I'm much older than that - by a I couple of years, anyway...
But I do have peach-sized titties and hair on I my pussy and I'm one of the best-built girls in I my grade.
It's just that .compared to Georgina, any girl I would have come off looking skinny and I underdeveloped.
She was so big, and fleshy - why, her tits looked like a pair of bowling balls hanging from her chest, and her ass was as wide as a garbage can lid! Plus she had a narrow middle, giving her a real hourglass shape.
But then, if I was really so skinny and underfed, they wouldn't have bothered with me, now would they?
"I'll show you what a real woman looks like!" Georgina said.
She took off her dress.
It was loose and baggy and brightly colored. As she took it off, its hem went up, showing me her stockinged calves, her knees, thick round nyloned thighs, the dark tops of stockings where garters were attached, wide white upper thighs, swelling hips, black lace panties stretched across her crotch, then a wild black lace corset which covered her from waist to the tits.
She pulled the dress off and put it aside, showing off her flesh. She had broad pinkish-white shoulder, thick arms, huge tits cupped in the corset, which pushed them up and put a deep cleavage in them.
I stared open-mouthed at her..
"Now, Rochelle, it's time for you to take your punishment!" Mr. Emory told me. Taking me by the arm, holding me tightly, he took me to the chair where his wife sat waiting for me...
Waiting with paddles and straps and ropes...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Georgina pulled my face into her tits, smothering my tears.
She sat on the armchair. I was across her lap. My feet touched the floor, and my body was turned to her. During the spanking, I lay on her lap with my hands cuffed behind my back, and my head hanging down. Now, I still was tied, but my body was turned and lifted, so my sobbing face was up at her chest.
The cuffs were made of black leather locked around my wrists, joined together by a pair of short strong clips.
My ass was hot and burning from the spanking.
I'd been spanked first by Georgina's heavy hand, then by her hairbrush, then by a paddle, until I cried like a little girl.
Georgina wanted to break me down.
"I'm going to punish that bottom of yours until you're broken and weeping," she had promised me when I stretched out on her lap.
She did just that!
But at last, all the smacks and stinging swats had stopped.
I shook from sobbing. I held my cuffed hands high up on my back to keep them from falling on my ass, it was so sore.
The carriage house was far from the mansion, so it hadn't mattered how much noise I made during my punishment - And I had made a lot!
Now, I wasn't so hysterical as I had been only a few minutes ago, but I was still crying a lot. I hadn't known anyone could hit so hard!
It wasn't just the hits, it was the way they built up.
First she worked my ass over with her bare hand.
Naked I stretched across her lap, her thick stockinged thighs lifting me up. Her nylons scraped my bare thighs.
Her hand cracked down on my buns. It sounded like a gunshot, each time her palm pounded my buns.
My ass cheeks are rounded and ripe, but they're not all that big, and there's not much meat on them in the way of cushioning.
Her hits jarred me. My bottom stung from hit number one, and the soreness only got worse as the session went on.
I didn't bother to count the hits, and neither did she. She was just going by how hard she made me cry, and how hot and red my ass was getting.
When I kicked and squirmed, she locked her leg over my ankles, holding my legs down, and kept on with the spanking.
I couldn't move much at all on her broad lap. The undersides of my titties rubbed against the side of her stockinged thigh.
Tears stung my eyes. Again and again, her hand came down.
My bottom was sore and aching.
Her hand alone made me cry. But she didn't stop there.
After she warmed up my rear, she took up the brush. It was an ordinary hairbrush with a wide oval back of polished wood.
That's the part that pounded my already sore rear.
Her hand had kind of molded itself to the curve of my rear. But the hair brush was hard and unyielding, and hurt more.
Georgina had me squirming and sobbing even harder, after only a few hits from the hairbrush.
From time to time she halted. Then she would grab my ass, squeezing, checking to see how hot it was.
Then she'd spank me some more.
Mr. Emory loomed over us. This show was too good to watch from his chair. He stood over me, watching, chuckling, keeping up a running conversation with his wife, suggesting techniques for her to try, pointing out parts of my bottom which weren't as red and hot as others.
Georgina sometimes turned the hair brush over, pressing the brush bristles against my sore, sensitive rear.
Those stiff plastic bristles were like dozens of tiny needles jabbing me behind, making me squirm some more.
Now, between bouts of hitting my ass, Georgina would caress me. She rubbed the backs of my thighs, my hips.
She had a real nice touch, when she wasn't pounding me.
When she stopped hitting me with the hair brush and put it aside, I sobbed with relief. But I was only fooling myself.
'Cause Georgina took up the paddle and went back to work.
I really cried when she held the paddle in front of my face, showing me what she was going to use on me next.
"Oh, no!" I sobbed. "Please, no more!"
"You're a very naughty girl, Rochelle," she said. "You need lots of correction!"
The paddle was like a ping-pong paddle, only it was covered with black leather. It smelled rich, when she held it under my nose.
"O ww www-wow!!!"
My ass was already so hot, that when she pressed the paddle down on my sore swollen buns, it felt like a hot skillet laid on them.
Her left arm circled my waist, it and her leg locked over my ankles keeping me pinned down on her lap. : I squirmed.
She rolled the paddle around on my butt, making wide circles, massaging it. She rubbed the backs of my thighs, too.
Then she paddled me.
The paddle really cracked loudly when it came down on my ass, it was the loudest noise yet, drowning out my cries of pain.
Finally, I just stopped struggling.
I collapsed over her lap and lay there limply.
My head hung down, with my ponytail hanging in front of my face.
My tears spattered the carpet, soaking into it.
The paddling was really brutal.
But I just lay there and took it. Before, I had been all stiff and struggling, but now I just lay there and let the hits fall.
"I'd say she's just about ready, wouldn't you, honey?" Emory said.
"Yes! Just a few - more - hits'!"
More paddling rained down on my rear, until I was babbling like a baby, begging her to stop it.
"Please! I'll do anything!" I screeched. "Anything!"
Georgina kept on paddling me.
"See, Rochelle?" she taunted me between hits. "No matter how much it hurts, there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
And she slammed some more sizzling swats on my rear, just to prove that what she said was true.
Then, she stopped.
Without the steady crack-crack-crack of the paddle pounding my rear, it suddenly sounded real quiet when the paddling stopped.
My sobs sounded loud, even to myself.
My bottom felt like it had been sandpapered raw. It had been some brutal discipline.
"Kiss the paddle," Georgina prompted. "Kiss the paddle that beat your naughty little ass, Miss Bad Girl!"
I puckered up and kissed the paddle, tears streaming down my face, my lips trembling, my body shaking with sobs.
"Now thank me for punishing you, Rochelle!"
Somehow I stammered out my thanks, then broke into fresh tears.
"There, there," Georgina cooed. "You were a bad girl, but you've been punished, and from now on you're going to be a good girl!
"Isn't that so, Rochelle?"
"Y-yes, Auntie!"
"And you're going to mind your elders and do exactly what you're told to do." I promised I would.
"That's a good girl," she said. "Now Auntie and Mr. Emory will kiss away all the hurt and make it all better!"
She moved me on her lap.
"Hmmmm! Rochelle's rear looks hot enough to fry an egg on!" Mr. Emory laughed. "Can that rear be as hot as it looks?"
"See for yourself," Georgina invited him.
"Don't mind if I do!"
I screeched, then sobbed, hissing through clenched teeth when Mr. Emory put his hands on my ass and felt it up.
I gasped. His fingers crawled across my bottom, sank into it, pulled open the cheeks.
"There's the part I like best!" Mr. Emory said.
"That's because you're a filthy sodomite!" joked his wife, who burst into a harsh cackling laughter.
"That I am!" Mr. Emory admitted. "It really drives me wild to see an ass that's as hot and tight as Rochelle's!"
"Let's see what else of hers is hot," Georgina said.
Putting her hand between my thighs, she pushed them open. Their tops were sticky with sweat - And something else.
Georgina groped my pussy. I squirmed, and she held me tighter, spanking me with her hand for a few swats.
"Hold still, you silly little girl!"
She fingered my pussy lips. They quivered. She fingered them open. They parted with a wet sucking sound. Sticky moisture filled my pussy like honey, and was oozing out of my slit.
"Ah hah!" Georgina said. "Just as I thought! She's dripping wet!"
Georgina fingered my hot pussy.
It felt real nice. But my ass ached when the back of her hand bumped up against it as she fondled my pussy.
"Of course she's wet, the little slut!" Mr. Emory said. "And you?"
"What do you think?" Georgina smiled.
"I don't have to guess, I know! I know how turned on you get by beating asses, my dear, especially the sassy bottoms of young misses!"
Then Georgina's strong hands were on me, guiding, moving me.
"There, there, child... come to Auntie!"
She rolled me so I lay on my hip on her lap, with my body making a kind of diagonal with my feet on the floor, hip in her lap, and my head up by her tits.
The black lace panels of the corset scraped my skin. My stiff nipples tingled as they pressed the corset.
Its cups were specially reinforced. They pushed Georgina's tits so they ballooned in the cups and seemed ready to burst free at her first deep breath.
Her tits were more out than in the cups. The points of her nipples were under the tops of the cups, but the upper halves of the big brown rings of flesh surrounding the nipples came into view.
And her big creamy tits swelled out, great big pillowy mounds of flesh, sticky with a light mist of sweat.
Georgina pulled my head to her tits.
My face was smothered in soft tit flesh. It wedged in her cleavage. Her tits were satiny and soft and buttery smooth.
My sobs were muffled in her tits.
Georgina stroked my hair against my scalp. Rubbed my shoulders, upper back.
She eased my head off her tits. She worked her thick fingers between her tits and the corset cups, which wasn't easy, since the cups held her tightly.
Then she wedged her tits up and out of the cups, so they ballooned over the cups and were plumped up even more.
Her fat pebbly nipples swam in front of her face.
She squeezed a tit, so its stiff nipple stood out farther than ever. She pulled my face to it, pressed it to my mouth.
Then she stuffed the nipple in my mouth.
I closed my eyes and sucked it.
Tears leaked out from my closed eyes, slowly dribbling down my wet face. After I sucked her nipple for a while, I wasn't crying so hard.
She pulled the nipple from my mouth, and put the other one in. I sucked that just as eagerly as the first.
My lips, their smooth insides, clutched the throbbing nipple, while I rubbed it with the tip of my tongue.
Finally, she freed her other nipple from my mouth.
My mouth hugged it so tightly, that when she pulled it out, it made a popping sound.
Wetness shone on the stiff tips of both her fat tits.
Georgina opened her thick stockinged thighs. I slipped down between them. She and her husband eased me down to the floor.
I was on my knees...
Georgina stood up, her tits bobbing, hips swaying, her legs taut and her big body balanced on her high heels.
"On your knees is right where you belong, Rochelle!"
She pulled down her black lace panties. Standing, as she was, put her panty covered crotch level with my face.
Her pinkish-white hips were wide. Her corset cinched her middle, pushing her tit? up, and plumping out her ass.
Her lace panties were thin, gauzy, see-through. Tight. They stretched across her hips, so tight that you could see her tufted bush, thick cunt lips.
I saw them even better when she pulled them down.
Once they were pulled past her wide hips and the thick tops of her thighs, she closed her legs and the panties fluttered down them.
They fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them.
Her cunt loomed up in front of my face.
Her bush was a mass of thick black hair reaching halfway to her belly button. Her fattish mound showed thick cunt lips.
The cunt lips were full, fleshy - and sticky. Wet with juices that had oozed out of her during the punishment.
Rich ripe cunt aroma poured out of her, hitting me in the face.
Georgina's thick fingers slid through my hair.
"You DO know what you're down there for, Rochelle?"
Sniffling, I said, "I - I guess so, Auntie... " "And what do you guess I'm going to have you do with that pretty little mouth?"
"Use it on... on your pussy!"
"Correct! You're a quick learner, Rochelle!"
She patted my head, then said: "But first, before you go down on my hot cunt - you're going to eat my ass!"
CHAPTER NINE
What an ass!
Georgina turned around in front of the armchair, showing me her back -And backside.
She was a full-bodied, fleshy woman. The black lace corset cinched her middle in, but it still remained thick. Below the corset, her wide hips and her plump bottom swelled out in a pair of shiny pink cheeks.
Having her ass framed by her outfit made it stand out all the more. It was boxed between the bottom of her corset, the two thick fat black garters stretching down on either side, their glittering metal tabs pinned to the dark tops of the stockings. The nylons were tight, making her plump upper thighs swell from the tops.
Her ass cheeks each looked like the tops of a pair of serving dishes, huge swelling globes of spreading, creamy bottom flesh.
Georgina spread her thick stockinged legs, all her body weight supported by the sharp toes and high heels of her sexy shoes.
With her thighs spread, I saw under the pink moons of her ass, the dark fleshy lips of her cunt, quivering down.
Georgina looked down over her shoulder at me. Reaching behind her, she put her soft plump hand on the back of my neck.
First, I kissed her ass - all over.
Then I licked it.
I used the flat of my tongue, running it across the cheeks, polishing them up. Wetness smeared on my face.
There was so much ass to lick that my mouth started drying out of saliva.
While I licked her ass, Georgina shook it from side to side.
Saliva covered my face and her bottom, making her flesh stick to mine.
When she swayed her heavy hips from side to side, her buttocks softly slapped my face.
At last, all her ass was licked. It shone with saliva from her corset hem to the plump pink tops of her thighs.
Then she bent forward from the waist, heavy tits dangling. She pressed her palms against the tops of the chair arms.
Leaning forward made her ass shove into my face.
"Get your nose between those cheeks, Rochelle!" "Yes, ma'am!"
"And your mouth, too! Your mouth, most of all!"
She pressed her arms along her sides and reached in back of herself, fastening her hands on her behind.
She held her cheeks, one in each hand, pulling them apart.
Deep in the crack of her ass was her winking, quivering brown button asshole.
"Get your mouth in there, Rochelle!" Mr. Emory said. "Go to it!"
He pushed my face between her cheeks. Her buttocks hugged my face tightly.
In there, it was dark and warm and sticky with sweat. My eyes closed - I wouldn't need them.
My lips and tongue would do my seeing for me.
I pressed my puckered lips against her puckered asshole and stickily kissed it. I kissed it a lot.
"Lick my hole, Rochelle!"
My tongue tip felt the dimpled button of her asshole, ran over its folds of flesh.
"Now, stick your tongue inside! Shove it deep!"
Her asshole was tight. I wondered if I could push my tongue into it.
I pressed the tip of my tongue to her hole, and pushed. At the same time, Georgina leaned back into me.
My tongue shoved past her asshole and into her rectum.
It was hot and tight and sticky in there... and tasty, too.
Her hole squeezed down hard on my tongue. I shoved it back and forth, in and out. I did it till my tongue got sore from the work, and I kept on doing it even after it throbbed with soreness.
On the other side of her, came motion, wet squelching sounds.
They came from Georgina's fingers working on her cunt, playing with herself while I tongued the inside of her ass.
She rocked back and forth. The pillows of her ass cheeks kept pressing my face, rolling over it, squeezing it.
With my face jammed in between her cheeks, and my tongue in her ass, it was hard for me to catch my breath.
Mr. Emory's hand on the back of my neck pushed my head into his wife's ass.
Finally, Georgina shoved her broad hips forward.
My tongue was pulled out of her hole, my mouth popped free from her asshole, and my face came out from between her cheeks.
Under her ass, her cunt lips were all coated with wetness smeared there by her fingers from when she had played with her pussy.
Georgina stood up straight, then turned around to face me.
I looked up.
With Georgina standing in high heels, and me down on my knees, she looked impossibly tall and high up.
Her face was distant and I could hardly see it over the flesh balloons of her bared tits jiggling above.
"You did that very nicely, Rochelle!"
"Thank you, Auntie!"
"Funny, isn't it?" Mr. Emory chuckled.
"How do you mean?" asked his wife.
"Our employer, Mr. Corliss, is wealthy, important, powerful, and a millionaire many times over," Mr. Emory gloated. "And yet here's his daughter, serving us as a little submissive sex slave!"
Georgina really turned on to that idea.
"Imagine if he could have seen his little girl, eating out the ass of one of his servants!" Georgina howled.
"Pity he can't see that," Mr. Emory agreed. "I'llhat would be something, wouldn't it, Rochelle, eh?
"Having your daddy watching you perform every perverted act my wife and I can conceive of! That would be something!"
"Perhaps we can arrange for Rochelle to put on a performance for her loving father," Georgina said. "How would you like that, Rochelle?"
"Oh, no! Please, ma'am - sir - Daddy can never know about this! Please!"
"Don't worry," Mr. Emory said. "We'll never tell - as long as you keep on cooperating, like you've been doing!"
"Rochelle is rather well trained, for so young a girl," Georgina said.
"True - few girls her age are so readily submissive!"
"Except for our Audrey, of course... " "Of course - but that's another matter! It wasn't the punishment that makes Rochelle obey so readily, though!"
"No," agreed Georgina, "Rochelle's a natural-born slave!"
"Who requires training to reach her full potential! Much training!"
"Yes - strict training! Speaking for myself, Emory, I'm ready to give her another lesson -in eating pussy!"
"Yes, that's a capital idea," he said. "I have a few things of my own I'd like to try out on her, too!"
Georgina plopped her plump, naked, tongue-polished bottom in the chair. She sat at the chair's edge, with her high heeled feet on the floor.
Spreading stockinged knees to the sides, she opened her round thighs, flashing her cunt at me, and her thick black bush.
"I played with my cunt to get it good and hot and wet for you, Rochelle! Now, wasn't that so very thoughtful of me?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am!"
"I'll take a better form of thanks from your mouth than just words!"
She caught hold of my ponytail in her fist, pulling it up.
I moaned when my hair was pulled.
One hand held me by the hair, while her other hand covered her cunt, rubbing it.
"Feeding time!" Georgina said. "Come and get it!"
She tugged on my hair, pulling my head between her legs.
My hands were still cuffed behind my back. I inched forward on my knees, so I was between those thick spread thighs.
She pulled my face down to her cunt.
Its smell was thick, heavy, almost choking. It perfumed the air I breathed. It went right to my head and made me dizzy.
Her bush was thick and full, but the hairs were soft when my face pressed them.
Even softer were her cunt lips.
Her cunt lips were full, thick things, with lots of meat on them, so they kind of dangled down like butterfly wings.
They glowed darkly hot, sticky with smeared juices.
She pushed my face down in her mound. My lips pressed her cunt lips.
Her cunt lips spread, showing slippery pink. Heat poured from her pussy.
Her juices smeared on my face, mixing with the saliva already smeared there from when I went down on her ass.
I pressed lots of kisses on her cunt, but she wanted a tonguing.
My tongue was sore when it first jabbed out to fasten on her full, fleshy cunt lips and went to work.
I licked up and down. Her fist holding my ponytail helped her control all the movements of my head, and of course my tongue.
By pulling on my ponytail, Georgina guided my tongue up, down, and sideways, according to how and where she wanted to be licked.
As my head bobbed, working that tongue, my cheeks scraped her stockinged thighs. Their grip tightened on my head.
"Stick your tongue inside me, you little slut!"
Pressing my tongue to her cunt lips, I stuffed it inside her.
Her cunt steamed with thick, soupy juices. They sloshed down the walls. She was all slippery, seething, succulent.
"Lap my love juices! Swallow them down!"
My tongue rolled over her cunt walls. The more juices I lapped, the more it seemed oozed out to replace them.
Her juices smeared my face, coated the inside of my mouth.
Her thighs gripped my head. Georgina sat on the edge of the seat, rocking her hips back and forth, pressing her cunt against my mouth.
She leaned forward, with her shoulders hunched, her big tits hanging down, dangling, swaying.
Her stiff nipples kept grazing the top of my head as she leaned over me.
Then she sat up straight, and leaned back into the seat.
I thought that she was pulling away from me, but she wasn't, oh no. Not before her orgasm!
Instead, she slumped back in her seat, pushing her cunt hard in my face, so I was smothered with steamy pussy.
Then she lifted her high heeled feet off the floor, and her legs, swinging them up so the backs of her knees perched on my slim shoulders.
From the knees down, her legs were draped over my back, over my arms which had been cuffed behind my back.
The weight of her legs and lower body really bowed me down.
But my chin rested on the seat, between Georgina's thighs, so it helped support me, keeping me from being pushed down to the floor.
My bottom ached like anything. It was like there was a heater installed in my ass and it was roaring full blast.
It ached. When I did nothing but breathe, it ached. And even the slightest movements made it ache all the more.
It was hard to breathe, too, with my face scrunched down in her hot cunt, her cunt lips filling my mouth and nose so I couldn't hardly catch a breath.
I had to take what quick gasps I could, between tongue strokes.
"My clit, now! Do my clit!"
I pulled my tongue out of her hole and put it to her clit.
Throbbing like crazy at the top of her slit was a fat marble of flesh. When my tongue tip touched it, Georgina quivered like crazy.
Her thighs clamped down on my head.
My ears were covered, so I could hardly hear anything. It helped me concentrate better on licking her clit.
I didn't want to disappoint Auntie Georgina It could prove quite painful if I did!
But I didn't seem like she would be disappointed, 'cause her orgasm was coming on fast.
Even with my ears covered by her thick thighs, her moans reached me. And her cunt heaved against my mouth.
My tongue felt like it was wearing down to a frazzle-frazzle, but I kept right on polishing her clit with it.
Georgina came!
When she climaxed, she shook all over. She crossed her ankles, her thighs squeezing my head so hard I was sure it would burst!
My face was filled with steamy pussy flesh, filling my mouth and nose.
I couldn't breathe, while she came.
I kept on holding my breath. The pounding of my pulse mixed with the pressure from her squeezing thighs.
The pounding got harder and harder, beating my head like a drum. I felt lightheaded, like I was going to pass out.
Then Georgina finished coming.
A few more shudders shook her. Her cunt heaved against my mouth like some slippery living creature.
Then the terrible tight grip of her thick thighs slacked off. She loosened her grip on my head, uncrossed her ankles.
Her calves slid to the sides of my back. Her high heels pressed my flesh, drawing a pair of hot lines across it.
Then her thighs spread, opening as she put her feet on the floor.
I jerked my head up from her crotch.
My mouth had been pushed down so tight against her cunt, that when I pulled my head up, my mouth came loose with a thick suction sound.
Then I was all red-faced and gasping, sucking in air.
"Ahhhhhhhh... " Satisfied - well, at least for the moment -Georgina slumped in her chair, letting out great gasps and sighs.
Under a sheen of sweat, her face burned bright red. She sank into the thick seat cushions. As she slumped, she seemed to be turning to jelly.
She sat there, with her chin resting on the top of her heaving chest, and her big, stiff-nippled tits, oiled with sweat, jiggling heavily.
Sweat stung my eyes.
I wanted to wipe them, but I couldn't, not with those cuffs binding me.
Almost as soon as I lifted my head up from Georgina's cunt, a cock was shoved in my face.
While I was going down on his wife, Mr. Emory had stripped, and he had waited naked for me to finish her off.
He was hard, and ready.
When my head lifted up, he moved in for me.
He leaned over me, his stiff pole sticking out in front of my face, as he moved me more into the living room floor.
"But don't bother to get off your knees," he said. "You served my wife that way, and that's how you'll serve me!"
"Yes, sir!"
Gasping, with many sighs, Georgina sat slumped in the chair as if she'd been poured into it. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched me suck her husband's cock.
This time, he really had me give his cock the treatment!
First, I kissed it. Then I licked it.
When I reached his balls with my tongue, he made me lick them, too.
They were tightly swollen in the sac, and colored a dark purple-red color. Thin black hairs, like fine wires or threads, covered his balls.
The balls rippled and seethed when my tongue rolled over them.
Mr. Emory even lifted his balls so I could lick under them, too.
When I got back to the head of his cock, clear wetness shone on the head of it. It was some pre-come which had leaked out of his cock.
I licked it up, like I was licking a runny drop of ice cream from a cone on a hot day.
Then Mr. Emory fed me the head of his cock.
He rubbed it against the roof of my mouth. My lips hugged the shaft below the cock head. I sucked it like it was a ball of hard candy.
He pushed more of his shaft across my lips, into my mouth, and he had me suck him for a while as he fucked my face.
This time, he was naked, so he didn't mind if I got sloppy. Saliva drooled down the sides of my stretched lips.
But he didn't fuck my face until he came.
When he took his cock out of my mouth, it was hot and red, but still a ways from coming yet. This time, he didn't want to come in my mouth.
He'd already done that earlier today. No, this time, he'd come in my pussy! But first, he had to fuck it... Which he did.
He took his cock out of my mouth.
His cock, shaped like a fat cigar of flesh, was so stiff and upright, especially from the sucking, that it pointed its head at the ceiling.
My saliva bubbled on it, rolling off in thick droplets that spattered on the carpet as the cock twitched.
He put his hand on the back of my neck and forced me to bow my head forward, until my forehead and upper body touched the floor.
I couldn't brace myself with my hands, so I was really uncomfortable. And of course my punished ass was red, hot, aching.
Mr. Emory got down on the floor, kneeling behind my sore behind, his red cock no hotter or more sizzling than my sore spanked ass.
I cried out when he clamped his hands down on my buns.
Fresh tears squeezed from my eyes as he roughly handled my rear. He squeezed the cheeks, pawing, pulling them.
My head was turned to the side, pressing the carpet, which soaked up my tears, absorbing them like sand.
He kept one hand on my ass and his other hand rubbed the backs of my thighs.
He put his hand between them, and had me move my knees wider apart.
Then he fingered my pussy.
He rubbed the lips. Moisture oozed out from my slit, smearing on his fingers and on my pussy lips, too.
He slipped one finger inside me.
My pussy clamped down tightly on it. If his finger was this tight a fit in my pussy, what would his hard cock feel like?
I'd soon find out!
He finger fucked me.
As his finger pumped in and out, his other hand played with my ass, pinching, poking, prodding the sore cheeks.
After a while, he took one finger out, but only so he could hold two together and force them back inside me.
Then he finger fucked me some more, and tormented my sore ass some more.
His cock head kept brushing the backs of my thighs.
Keeping both fingers tightly jammed in my ISO slit, he lowered his head down to my backside. My cheeks were so sore and sensitive from the punishment, that even his breath on my ass made it smart.
He nuzzled my bottom.
I moaned and groaned with each sliding pass his face made nuzzling my ass. And he kept working those fingers in my pussy, making it juicier.
Mr. Emory really had a thing for my rear -or maybe all rears, but mine was the rear which was under his hands and mouth and control right now.
He took his fingers out of my pussy at last - but only so he could pull open my ass cheeks, sinking his fingers into them.
Prying them open, he drooled over my asshole.
"Such a cute little asshole!" he said. "I simply must kiss it!"
"Among other things," his wife murmured.
Mr. Emory shoved his face between my cheeks. His mouth formed a hot sucking ring around my asshole.
Then, after lots of hot sucking kisses, he rimmed, tongued it.
Inside my ass felt all creamy and gushy from his tonguing and all the saliva he'd stuffed up there with his tongue.
My hot dripping pussy felt heavenly, too!
And all that heat combined with the blaze of my beaten buttocks, to make me feel as if I was all strung out on a sex high.
So was Mr. Emory.
His stiff cock bobbed impatiently, waiting for him to get down to business and shove it deep inside me.
He clutched his cock, its head sticking out of the top of his hand.
His cock head was fleshy, like a big fat tulip bulb. He rubbed it along the backs of my thighs, then over my ass.
Then down to my pussy.
I couldn't help myself - I was hot for it, too!
When the cock glided over my pussy lips, I leaned back into him, pushing my pussy against his cock to meet it.
He pressed the cock tip to my slit and opened me up.
Then he shoved his cock into me.
His first lunge was deep and hard, and crammed way up into me.
I let out a cry.
I was wet with saliva and my own pussy juices, but even so, it was a tight fit getting his cock into my small hole.
Mr. Emory shoved his big cock all the way into me.
My ass burned. So did my pussy. So did the cock stuffed in me.
Mr. Emory fucked me from behind.
It was hard for me to brace myself with my hands cuffed behind my back. My titties rubbed the carpet, irritating my nipples.
Mr. Emory rubbed me all over. He slid his hands up and down my sides. And of course, he really grabbed my hot red ass a lot.
Sweat smeared on my thighs from his palms rubbing them.
Georgina moaned.
My head was turned so it faced her, so I opened my eyes and looked.
Georgina sat with her legs bent at the knees, thighs spread wide open. Her hand rubbed her cunt, which shone with wetness.
She leaned far forward in her seat, like she wanted the best possible view of her husband fucking me.
But I couldn't look too much at her, not with the fucking I was getting.
Mr. Emory pumped his cock back and forth. Heat from the fucking mixed with heat from my spanked ass, making me twice as hot.
Mr. Emory leaned forward and reached under me. His fingers pressed my bush, which was damp from sweat. He reached for my pussy.
My pussy lips were spread wide to the sides from his thick cock jammed between them, and they were very, very sensitive.
He rubbed the lips, pumping his cock between them at the same time.
Then his fingers crawled up to the top of my slit, touching my clitty.
That really made me squirm!
It was almost too intense, and I whimpered for him to stop. But he kept plowing his cock into me and fingering my clit.
Somewhere, a little girl was moaning, moaning without stop, crying out as best she could in her breathless voice - It took me some time to realize that it was me making the noise.
My cheek - of my face - was sore and rubbed roughly against the carpet from the hard fast strokes Mr. Emory sent into me.
Then I was coming.
Mr. Emory jammed his cock into me again and again. Then he came, too.
At high pressure, his creamy come spurted into my steamy pussy, filling it, soaking into the hot pink flesh.
I'd been spanked,, forced to go down on Georgina, and been fucked by Mr. Emory's stiff cock while I knelt on the floor in bondage.
