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Date: 23:31:10 on Thursday, December 01, 2011
Name:  The story teller
Subject: House of Dark Pleasures part 7
Mabel stifled a moan, forced her legs to relax and let her thighs part.
A trickle of moistness slid from her vulva and ran down the inside of her
thigh.
Mildred stooped, stared into the red sexual maw. Mabel's vaginal lips
were still curled open as though they had not fully recovered from the
sexual session in the pantry. Mildred looked into them, then reversed her
grip on the whip--prodded the butt end into Mabel's vagina.
Mabel flinched, instinctively tightening the cheeks of her bottom,
gripping the butt, preventing it from entering her.
Mildred jerked the whip angrily. "Relax, Mabel--don't try and stop me!"
A bubbling sound oozed from Mabel's lips. "Don't hurt me, Ma'am--please
don't hurt!"
"Relax your legs and your bottom," Mildred hissed.
Shivers of fear ran across Mabel's flesh; then her buttocks grew limp,
opened--and Mildred drove the butt of the whip into her cook's vulva.
"Now, isn't that nice?" Mildred slurred as she drove the two-inch wide
butt between the vaginal lips.
Mabel took short, jerky breaths as the leather butt penetrated her.
Mildred squirmed around the butt-end, watching the wet tissue clutch at
it, ooze out when she pulled down, drag in when she inserted it more
deeply. Her hand went to the front of her short skirt and she reached under
it, caressed herself as she watched the palpitating vulva.
"You've got a big, wet cunt, Mabel--" Mildred slurred. "D'you like
having it fucked?" She jerked the leather butt in deeply.
Mabel felt herself pressed against the back of the chair as the whip-end
went in. "Y-yes, Ma'am--" she whispered.
Mildred turned her weapon, twisted it until it was squashed against
Mabel's clitoris. She saw the cook become tense.
"You like having your pussy sucked off, don't you, Mabel?" Mildred
tormented.
"Uuuuh, yes--aah, yes, Ma'am!" Mabel groaned. The leather butt was
titillating her clitoris, bringing on early thrills.
"You like what I'm doing?" Mildred asked in a whisper.
She pressed the leather gently against the head of the clitoris, dragged
it down, pushed up with careful, skillful movements.
Mabel arched her back, savored the delicious pleasure of hard leather
caressing her sexual tissue. "Y-yes, Ma'am--" she panted, rotating her
buttocks gently in cadence with the turns of the butt.
Mildred's eyes glittered more wildly. Suddenly, she withdrew the
butt-end, reversed her grip--then brought the thong down on Mabel's
writhing, waiting buttocks with all her strength.
The sound of the slap echoed around the bedroom.
"Eeeeeh, Ma'am you're cutting me!" Mabel's frenzied squeal blended with
the sound of whipped flesh as Mildred slashed down again.
Two red lines appeared on the fleshy buttocks; Mildred watched them turn
white, then red again and she squeezed her thighs together and rocked
herself back and forward, tightly and tensely, as though she was
experiencing great excitement. Her hand rose again and the whip slashed
down, cutting the skin, drawing a streak of blood from the victim's bottom.
Mabel squealed again and the sound seemed to increase Mildred's excitement;
she rocked herself more quickly, slashed down a rain of blows on the
helpless cook's bottom.
Mabel's squeals had changed into a frightened whining sound. She was
flattened on the chair back, buttocks protruding obediently, flinching at
each slash, and a stream of water was trickling from her vulva and forming
a small pool on the carpet.
Mildred gave an extra hard slap, noticed the water between the cook's
feet, and taunted: "You can't hold your water, Mabel--you can never hold
your water. Take that--" she slashed down with all her strength, "for
soiling my carpet--and that!" The whip lashed down again and Mabel's bottom
became a quivering, trembling mass of abused flesh.
Mildred stopped her punishment as abruptly as she'd started it. She
stepped back, leaned against the end of her bed, breathing deeply through
her nose. "Get out, Mabel--I'm through with you."
The cook straightened herself, painfully, letting her skirt drop into
place, then reaching under it, caressing her marked buttocks tenderly.
Mildred smiled into her tear-streaked face. "Hurt, Mabel?"
Mabel nodded, and swallowed the lump in her throat.
"You like having your pussy sucked better'n that, eh?" The words were
vicious and Mildred dragged up the front of her skirt as she spoke, exposed
profuse pubic hair and red slitted lips below. She inserted a fingertip in
the slit, probed inside herself as she went on talking. "That's all,
Mabel--for now--" She laughed, too high. "There's always a next time,
isn't there, Mabel?"
She watched Mabel limp towards the bedroom door, then as she was
exiting, Mildred raised her voice, called: "Come in, George--it's your turn
now!"
George, his face white, shambled into the bedroom. He kept his face
averted from Mabel as he passed her in the doorway.
"Close the door," said Mildred in a different kind of voice.
He obeyed her, then stood, very still, waiting.
"Mabel must have enjoyed what you were doing to her in the pantry this
afternoon," said Mildred quietly, watching George's face and sliding her
fingertip up and down her sexual slit as she spoke.
George didn't answer.
Mildred walked to her bed, sat down on the edge, still tickling herself.
"Spanking Mabel always excites me, George," she said in an ordinary tone of
voice. "Makes me feel hot--worked up--aroused."
He said nothing, just watched her, warily.
Mildred let her head drop back onto the bed; lifted her feet and propped
her heels on the edge. Her knees fell apart and the red maw of her vulva
was exposed to George's eyes.
The whip dropped from her hand, then she reached to her vulva, used both
hands to spread open the lips so that George could see the red spire of her
clitoris oozing out of its slit.
"Suck me off, George--make me orgasm with your tongue, your mouth and
your teeth. You know how I like you to do it!" Her voice was muffled as
she spoke with her cheek pressed into the bed.
Slowly, George moved forward on leaden feet.
"Do it good, George," said Mildred as he dropped to his knees at the
side of the bed, "and maybe I won't beat you too hard--after!"
He thrust his head forward, clamped his lips on the wet, salty tissue,
sucked it into his mouth, chewed on it, squeezed it between his lips then
tongued it expertly, searching for and finding her clitoris then drawing it
into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue and nibbling it gently with
his teeth.
"You do this so well, Georgie," purred Mildred, writhing herself with
pleasure. "I think that this is the real reason I employ you'd pay you so
goddamned much!"
He pulled the slender stem with his lips, drawing it as far inside his
mouth as he was able, then closing his teeth on it, holding it so that he
could titillate the clitoral tip with his tongue.
"Oooh, Georgie--delicious!" Mildred drooled.
She raised and lowered her buttocks very slowly, savoring every
delectable thrill.
"Drive your fingers in and out of my pussy while you suck me," she
whispered.
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