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Date: 23:35:24 on Thursday, December 01, 2011
Name:  The story teller
Subject: House of Dark Pleasures part 11
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Doris pressed herself against the back of the seat. What an experience!
George glanced at her face in the car mirror as he started the engine.
"Are you all right, Miss?" he asked, then added, boldly: "What was it
the doctor wanted?"
Doris could feel the lips of her vulva pressing against each other each
time she took a deep breath.
"Just--just tests," she mumbled.
"Oh," said George. He knew about Basil Marston's tests. He could
imagine some of the erotic things the ex-doctor had been doing. His penis
reacted at his thoughts, then he wondered again when he would have the
opportunity to sample this fresh, young pussy.
Doris wriggled uncomfortably. The vibrations which had pulsed through
her pussy for so long were having an unexpected effect upon her. She felt
an urgent need to pass some water.
"George," she shouted when the sensation became unbearable, "stop the
car right now!"
The chauffeur brought the car to a jerky halt. They were still on the
small side road, a considerable distance from the main highway.
"What is it, Miss?" he asked, anxiously. "Are you sick?"
Doris flushed with embarrassment. "No--I--I have to--to do something,
George, I can't wait--" She struggled with the door handle.
Understanding flooded George's face. He whipped open the door, glanced
around him then nodded toward a clump of bushes.
"Over there, Miss--it's far enough, from the road!"
Her flush deepened but Doris gave him a grateful smile as she hurried to
where he had indicated.
George waited five seconds then hurried after her.
* * *
He positioned himself carefully, very cunningly.
Doris had her back to him and he could see everything clearly through
the opening in the bushes. She lifted the back of her skirt, lowered the
white briefs that he had admired during the drive over, then she crouched
and he watched the thin stream of water spurt down from the fringe of
hairs.
The white, naked buttocks with the sweet cleft between them, and the
fringe of dark, wet hairs that was visible below the satiny bottom excited
him.
So close! So fucking close!
He clutched at the front of his pants then plunged round to the front of
the bushes and confronted a startled Doris as she was about to drag up her
panties.
She stood still in surprise, skirt lifted, exposing her pubic hair,
fingers holding the waistband of her briefs below her knees.
"Miss--Miss Dainton," he stammered. "I--I couldn't help seeing you
and--and I--I--" He groped at his pants, ripped them open, let his organ
burst out. His breathing was loud and labored. "I wanna fuck you, Miss
Dainton--I--I can't help myself, I wanna fuck your wet pussy!"
"W--why George, I--I--" Doris was off-balance, lost for words. She
stood as if petrified while the thick-set man with the huge, exposed cock
in his hand, staggered toward her.
"I hafta, Miss Dainton," he gasped. "I just hafta!"
He reached to her body with his free hand, groped at her crotch until he
found her still-wet vaginal lips.
"It's wet," he mumbled, "like I knew it would be--it's wet!"
She could feel his hot breath on her face as he pressed against her;
then she lost her balance, falling backward, feeling his fingers prodding
at her pussy, feeling it, squeezing it and arousing her barely-subsided
excitement and desire.
He dropped on top of her; his hard penis jammed against her belly and
she knew that no matter what she did he would fuck her ... and she didn't
care because the residue of electrical stimulation was still flickering
through her flesh.
"I've gotta do it, Miss Dainton," he groaned, reaching underneath his
body, seizing his swollen cock and steering it between her thighs.
Doris said nothing, but she allowed her legs to part as he squeezed
himself between them.
Her pussy was still vibrating gently, and when the head of his organ
penetrated her vaginal lips, she gave an involuntary gasp.
"I--I don't want to hurt you, Miss," George muttered, feeling her pussy
clutch at his cock, squeeze it and drag it inside the soft, sexual cavern.
"I--I hafta do what I'm doing!"
He drove himself inward, pulled out with sweet, sucking undulations and
Doris let her sensitive, charged-up sexual organ respond. I'm going to
orgasm again!
The shocking but thrilling thought zoomed through her mind as she felt
her vulva hugging his jerking cock. She lifted her pelvis, pressing her
excited clitoris against his shaft as the chauffeur neared his climax.
"I can't help it, Miss Dainton, I can't help it!" he wailed, rocking
himself madly, driving his cock blow inside your sweet cunt!" he shrilled.
"I'm coming! Ugh, Miss Dainton, now!"
His thick-set body vibrated; shocks shattered through his flesh and
Doris felt the hot, thick squirts of sticky wetness spurting inside her
pussy ... as a fresh orgasm racked through her erotic flesh.
"Ooohh," she moaned, "ooohh!"
The thrills in George's body waned. "I--I'm sorry, Miss," he mumbled,
thinking Doris was moaning with pain. "I--I couldn't help myself!" He
rolled off her limp body, and Doris turned her head then twisted herself
onto her face.
He stared down at the naked bottom. It stared up at him, whitely,
accusingly. He moved his hand to stroke it then stopped himself
"You--you're such a sweet piece," he half-sobbed, "such a juicy young
morsel, Miss Dainton--I couldn't resist you!"
He moved his hand again, and this time he allowed himself to stroke the
white, unresponsive bottom.
"I--I hate myself, Miss Dainton," he sobbed. "I shouldn't have done
what I did. I hate myself!" His hand stroked the satiny flesh; then he
drew his fingertip up the delicate cleft.
The anal opening was wet and warm, he felt it with his finger-and as he
touched it, his excitement was aroused anew.
"Soft little ass," he murmured, stroking the flesh, touching the tiny
star. "Nice little hole, so wet and warm." He thrust his fingertip in and
felt the anal walls vibrating against his finger. His penis reared.
He grabbed at his organ as though he was trying to prevent it from
performing without his permission, but it twisted and lurched inside his
grasp.
"Ooooh, Miss Dainton," he moaned, "I can't stop myself!"
His whole body trembled but he rolled himself on top of the young girl's
body and let his iron-hard cock reach for the red anal opening.
Fresh shock shattered through Doris's body when she felt the weight go
down on her back. Again! He is going to fuck me again! She squirmed
frantically, but it was hopeless. She was more powerless lying on her face
than she would have been on her back!
The end of his penis probed at the small opening. Like a young rosebud,
the lips were pursed open. The electrode which had been inserted so
sensuously and caused such voluptuous spasms had left a residue of
eroticism within the soft, hugging anal canal.
George drove in with all his strength. He had expected that the young,
unused tissue would resist his enlarged organ, but the palpitating,
still-aroused flesh received his cock with a smooth, sucking motion. He
penetrated deeply, and Doris gave a moan.
She could feel her anal walls sucking and hugging the snakelike,
twisting intruder. It was the first time she'd had a cock inside her anus,
but the sensation was not unpleasant. Instead of rending and tearing her
as she would have expected, the shaft slid in easily, titillating sensitive
walls and sending delicious thrills rippling from her bottom to her pussy
and spiraling around her clitoris.
George let the air spurt out of his lungs. This sweet, young ass was
sucking his cock with sensuous delight. He'd never thrilled so intensely
to any sexual experience.
His balls tightened inside the fleshy sac; he felt the sex-fluid
streaming to the base of his cock, jerking down its length then spurting
from its spitting tip.
"Argh!" he groaned as the scalding juice squirted into Doris's virginal
anus. "You luscious little ass! Argh, Miss Dainton--I've fucked your snug
and juicy ass!"
He rolled off the young, used and abused body, and dragged great gulps
of air into his parched lungs; then belated remorse flooded his being.
"I--I couldn't help it, Miss Dainton--I couldn't help it!" he sobbed.
Doris turned herself very slowly. When this carnal man had spurted
inside her bottom, she had experienced a searing, thrilling orgasm like
she'd never had before. But, George didn't need to know that!
She made her voice bitter. "You raped me!"
George's face twisted. "M-Miss Dainton--I--I couldn't help it. You're
so tempting, so delicious, I--I--" he broke off, restrained his sobs with
an effort.
Doris sounded as though she was going to cry. "You--you fucked me in my
pussy squirting all your horrible stuff, and then--" she broke off, checked
her tears. "You did it up my bottom, tearing me, hurting me--why d'you do
this to me?"
George lifted a hand to stroke her then stopped himself. "Please, Miss
Dainton, I'm sorry. It--it's because you're so desirable, so lovely--I
couldn't help it. You're the most desirable woman I've ever seen!"
Despite the man and the circumstances, Doris felt a small flicker of
pleasure at the blurted words. Am I so irresistible? She stopped herself
from smiling with an effort, and managed to make her voice severe when she
said: "What'll happen to you when I tell Mrs. Wynton what you've done to
me?"
He dropped his eyes, shuddered then muttered: "Oh, Miss Dainton--she'll
whip me, then fire me. I'll be finished!" His face was white with remorse.
"After what you've done," said Doris very slowly, "there's nothing else
I can do."
George shivered. "Miss, you--you can do anything you like to
me--anything at all, but please don't report this to Mrs. Wynton!"
"But what else is there for me to do?"
A glimmer of hope came into George's eyes. "You--you can punish me
yourself, Miss Dainton. You can do anything you like to me to make it
right. I'll let you do anything to me: I'll do anything you say--anything,
Miss Dainton!"
She made her voice puzzled. "Punish you?"
He nodded eagerly. "Like Mrs. Wynton does she punishes the staff
instead of firing them."
Mrs. Wynton's words in the office came back into Doris's mind:
Discipline!
"How does Mrs. Wynton punish you?" she asked.
George answered very quietly. "Beats me with her hand or a strap or a
whip."
"Beats you?"
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