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Date: 23:37:02 on Thursday, December 01, 2011
Name: The story teller
Subject: House of Dark Pleasures part 13
"The Maine fresh air seems to be doing you good, Doris," said Mildred
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during dinner. "You look positively radiant today!"
Doris flushed, gave her employer a quick glance to see if she was being
sarcastic, but Mrs. Wynton looked innocent and sincere.
"Thank you," she said. "I'm afraid I haven't done much work yet to
justify the generous salary you'll be paying me."
"Don't worry about that, Doris dear," said Mildred. She gave a light
laugh and added: "You'll earn it!"
Willis sniggered, crammed cake into his mouth. So far, Doris had
noticed, he has not stooped under the table once! No sooner had the
thought left her mind than Willis dropped his napkin, bent low to get it
and his head disappeared under the table.
Feeling wicked, Doris dragged her skirt up to her crotch, parted her
knees then, casually, let her hand fall onto her lap, glide lower and lower
until her fingers were touching her wet vaginal lips. Slowly, she spread
them open with her fingers.
Sounds of panted breath came from underneath the table while Mildred and
Doris chatted desultorily.
Finally, Mildred snapped: "Willis! What on earth are you doing under
there?" And Doris saw her move as though she was giving her son a kick.
Slowly, Willis's face came into view; his skin was beet-red and his
forehead was bathed in sweat. His lips slavered and he took deep, painful
gulps of air.
"Ma--ma napkin, Mama--" he croaked. "I--I dropped it, Mama--" He
wriggled in his chair, never taking his eyes off Doris.
She saw his hand go under the table and his body started squirming.
Mildred gave him a sharp glance. "Willis," she murmured, half-closing her
eyes, "Willis, please!" Suddenly, Mildred started talking to Doris with
great animation about the latest news, the weather, the Maine countryside
... until Doris realized that she was trying to distract her attention
from Willis, who was obviously, and with great, panting enjoyment,
masturbating under the dinner table.
* * *
George rubbed himself against Mabel when she came back into the kitchen
after serving coffee in the dining room. "I feel like it," he mumbled. "I
want you to suck me off!"
Mabel whirled, her face angry. "I saw you--when you were serving her
He drew back. "What!"
"That girl, Doris Dainton, you were staring at her legs--and more!"
Mabel took a jerky breath. "The little bitch had her skirt pulled up to
her belly, an' you leaning over her, starin' at her thighs an' the bit o'
hair she got in between!"
"You're crazy!" George snapped, but he tried to loosen his pants at the
crotch as he spoke.
"It's her got you worked up--that's why you've got a hard. You an' your
fuckin' cock!" Mabel sneered viciously.
George colored with anger; he took a step closer then reached up to her
head, grabbed her hair and pulled until she went down onto her knees,
"Suck it!" He ripped open his pants with his free hand, pulled out his
cock and thrust it into Mabel's face.
Mabel moaned with pain as he cruelly twisted her hair, then babbled:
"All right, George--stop pulling, you're tearin' my hair out by the
roots--stop pullin', I'll suck your fuckin' cock!"
Her face moved forward, mouth open, and her lips seized the red, swollen
ball at the end of his shaft.
"Urgh, that's better, urgh!" George rocked himself very slowly as
Mabel's head bobbed back and forward. "Oh, suck it--keep suckin'!" He
squeezed the cheeks of his bottom together, pressed his pelvis forward and
took loud, rasping breaths.
They were so engrossed that neither of them knew that anyone had entered
the kitchen until Mildred spoke.
"This seems to be a habit at this time!" Her voice was cold and angry.
Mabel's lips plopped off George's cock, and the organ stuck out stiffly
as George froze, then it jerked, spurted-and Mildred watched the white
blobs squirt out then drop onto her kitchen floor.
"All over the kitchen floor," Mildred muttered, watching the opaque
blobs. She half-closed her eyes, mumbled: "All over the goddamned manor!"
Her lips tightened, grimly, then: "Needless to say, I'll see you both in
my room tonight before you go to bed. In the meantime," she added,
sarcastically, "I came to ask for some more coffee--like everything else in
this place, the bell doesn't work!" She turned, walked stiffly out of the
White-faced, George stuffed his damp penis back in his pants, fastened
Mabel picked up the coffee-pot, tried to blink away her tears before she
moved unsteadily into the dining room.
* * *
As soon as Mildred had left for the kitchen, Doris leaned down, looked
under the table. Willis's pants were yawning open, and the flaccid but
still huge cock dangled down limply. She straightened herself, smiled at
the slack-jawed young man.
"It's hot, isn't it?" Doris said, brightly.
Willis, mouth still open, nodded dumbly.
Doris rose to her feet, moved round the table until she was beside the
slumped, thick-set figure. His eyes followed her as though she was
mesmerizing him. "May I?" Doris said, reaching for his napkin and taking
it from beside his empty plate.
His jaw dropped a little lower. His eyes watched what she was doing.
"When it's hot like this," said Doris, wadding the napkin into a ball,
"I sweat so much." She lifted the front of her short skirt, exposing her
belly, thatch of brunette hairs and wet, pink lips below; then she opened
her knees and thighs, wiped at the warm vaginal lips. "My pussy gets so
hot and sweats," she whispered to Willis with a giggle; then she returned
his napkin, let her skirt drop into place and was sitting, primly demure,
in her place when Mildred returned to the room.
There was a dazed expression on Willis's face as his lips moved and he
struggled to speak. "Glug," he managed. "Glug, glug--wet cunt--glug!"
"Willis!" Mildred reprimanded, "please don't use vulgar language, dear,"
she turned to Doris with a strained smile. "He doesn't realize what he's
saying, Doris; don't pay any attention."
Doris just smiled, shyly.
Mabel approached the table with the coffee.
"And bring me my favorite liqueur," said Mildred.
"Yes, Ma'am," said Mabel. She returned with a tray, bearing three
glasses and decanter of Creme de Menthe.
Mildred poured the drinks herself, handing one glass to Willis, another
"That's all," she said to Mabel, "don't forget to see me tonight."
"I remember, Ma'am," murmured the cook.
"George, too," said Mildred.
"I'll tell him, Ma'am," Mabel whispered. Doris sipped her drink,
savored the sweetness.
"They're such devoted servants," said Mildred, lifting her glass. "They
do anything I tell them!" She drained her drink.
"I'm sure they do," said Doris, thinking of what George had said about
his mistress that afternoon. She finished her drink, felt it warming her
belly and flowing lower. She squirmed; the liquor seemed to reactivate the
electricity in her body; she felt throbs in her abdomen, then in her pussy
and all at once she felt that she wanted to pass water. That reminded her
of George ... The thing he did to me! I pressed my thighs together, his
big cock squeezing into my pussy--then into the little hole in my bottom.
It should have hurt--but it thrilled me instead--thrilled me so intensely!
That thick, long cock!
Doris lifted her eyes, stared across the table, met Willis's stare. He
had gulped his drink, now his mouth was open and his eyes were fixed on her
"Mama," he blurted, drooling at the mouth. "Tonight, Mama, I wanna do
what I said, Mama-my doll, Mama, I wanna f--"
"Willis!" Mildred cut in. "We'll talk later." Her eyes blazed at her
son and he lapsed into a brooding silence. "Now, Doris," said Mildred with
a change of tone, "won't you have another drink?"
"Well," Doris seemed to hesitate, "I'm not much used to liqueur--if I
have much more, I won't know what I'm doing!"
"Let us worry about that," said Mildred, refilling Doris's glass
Willis gave a wet, drooling snigger, picked up his napkin and smelled
it--then began to suck it, loudly, with his thick, sensuous lips.
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