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Date: 23:45:43 on Thursday, December 01, 2011
Name:  The story teller
Subject: House of Dark Pleasures part 20
"That," she hissed, "oooth, that!"
The muscles in her thighs were beginning to ache from her strained
position and constant raising and lowering action, but the thrills, running
from her nipple to her clitoris then spiraling inside her belly were making
her throat contract with sexual excitement. This is different, thrilling
and excitingly new!
He let his mouth slip off her nipple. "How'd you like it?" he asked in
a hoarse whisper. "I'm not fucking you, Doris, girl--you're fucking me!"
A ripple of excited laughter ran through his body and Doris felt his
cock swelling, swelling!
"I--I'm going to come, Doris," he gasped. "Your tight little pussy is
hugging my cock so snug that I--I--Doris, urgh--urgh!"
She jammed her body forward, felt the swollen organ gyrating against her
clitoris. His mouth groped, blindly, for her nipple, found it and bit.
She squealed, feeling her orgasm starting.
"Ooth, my pussy," she gasped, "my clit--ooth--my breast!" She shook her
whole body, wildly, pressed down with all her strength and felt the head of
the cock jam against the top of her pussy, jerk, spurt and explode.
"All over me," she squealed, orgasming, opening and closing her legs;
bending and straightening her knees. "Right up my cunt all wet, all hot,
ooth!" Her buttocks contracted, opened, jammed closed again and the walls
of her vulva sucked at the jerking, spurting cock until all the juice was
spent.
The old man sank back in his chair; his lips slid off Doris's sensitive,
bitten nipple. "You juicy, young cunt," he mumbled in appreciation. "You
sweet fuck--you've the sexiest cunt of the lot!"
Doris rested her cheek against the top of his head, still straddling
him; her legs limp now, as the warm wetness slid down from inside her pussy
and saturated the base of his softening cock. She dragged in a gulp of air
and said, "I've never done that--anything just like that--before!"
He reached behind her, stroked her sweating bottom. "But you'll do it
again--" he smiled, confidently. "At least once a month--probably more,
Doris--so much more!"
She drew her head back, looking into his face. "I--I don't know," she
murmured. She turned, saw the small pile of bills on his desk. It has
been different and thrilling and wonderful--and he paid me for it, too!
"You'll come again, won't you?" he asked.
She giggled, blushed. "I'll have to collect the rent each month,
anyway," she admitted.
"Maybe I'll start paying weekly," he said with a smile.
She laughed. He is an old devil!
His face became serious. "I want you to come and see me at least once a
week, will you?" He glanced at the open drawer with the pile of bills in
it, "You won't be sorry," he added, softly.
She blushed again. It wasn't just the money ...
"All right," Doris said, "but not just because of that." She nodded to
the open drawer. "But because you're a lonely old man with nobody to help
you except, maybe, your granddaughter, and ... who else?" She looked at
him with raised eyebrows.
He gave her a sheepish grin. "My--my niece--my young niece!"
Doris drew in her breath. "You devil!" She tried to look shocked. "Has
she got a nice, tight pussy, too?"
"No nicer than yours," he assured her, stroking her bare bottom.
"You're it, Doris--the sweet, fucking most!"
"What a thing to say," she protested, but she didn't really mind his
words. "And who else is there?"
He shook his head, didn't answer.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Doris. "Who used to collect your rent?"
"Mildred or Willis," he muttered.
"Willis?" Doris sounded surprised.
He nodded. "Yeah, stupid idiot--can't do anything right!"
Doris was quiet, thinking about the previous night. She wasn't so sure
that Willis couldn't do anything right!
"What about Mildred?" she asked, curiously.
He tried to move himself. "Let's not talk about her. I'm glad you're
here, Doris, and that I'll be seeing you often."
Doris lifted herself. His limp cock was still inside her pussy; now, it
slipped out, slowly and sadly.
"You've got a wet pussy now, all right," he said, watching the fluid
drip out of it.
"Your stuff," said Doris, edging herself back and reaching down for her
panties, "--you shot it all into me."
He watched her take a tissue from her tiny purse, wad it then wipe at
her vaginal lips. "And very nice, too," he said. "Juicy cunt, luscious
fuck!"
She dragged on her panties, then wrapped her tiny skirt around her
waist.
"I can suck you off if you'd like it sometime," he informed her. "D'you
like having your pussy sucked?"
Doris dropped her eyes. "Maybe," she whispered, coloring, "but not
now." She picked up the small pile of bills, stuffed them into her purse
with the rent money. "I'd better be going--Mildred will wonder what I'm
doing all this time." She gave an excited giggle.
"If she knew what an oversexed kitten you were, she wouldn't wonder," he
said slowly.
"D'you think I'm oversexed, Mister Macallister?" Doris asked seriously.
"Definitely," he answered, "and I like it."
Doris was thoughtful. "I don't think I am, not really. It's just that
things have been happening lately--"
He nodded, smiled knowingly. "I can believe that!"
Doris turned to the door. "I'll see you next month, Mister
Macallister."
"It's Barney," he said. "Don't you think you know me well enough to
call me Barney?" He grinned at her expression. "And I'll see you before
next month--some time next week I hope!"
Doris looked doubtful.
"I'm always here," he added. "Please come, Doris; I'll be waiting--and
looking forward to seeing you."
"I'll try," she promised, opening the door. "I'll try, Barney," and she
exited.
She saw Willis before he saw her. He was standing behind a low bush
with only the top part of his body visible; his head was thrown back and he
seemed to be staring at something in the sky.
"Willis!" Doris called, moving toward him, "what are you doing here?"
It was only ten minutes since she'd left Barney Macallister's cottage.
Willis started, then a slow smile spread over his face when he saw
Doris.
"D-Doris-doll," he stammered, "I--I was waiting for you."
"Waiting for me! But how did you know where I was?"
He grinned, idiotically. "I saw you going to old Mister Macallister's
house!"
"And you've been waiting all this time?" Doris glanced at her watch;
she'd been inside the sensuous old man's cottage for nearly two hours.
"What did you want to see me for?"
He licked his thick lips, moved out from behind the bush. "Fuck," he
said. "I wanted to fuck your cunt, Doris-doll!" And she looked down, saw
the immense shaft projecting from his open pants. As usual, his cock was
in a state of erection.
Doris's face paled. "But here--" she panted, her eyes flickering around
them, "not here, Willis!"
"Ya, here," he nodded eagerly, "nice soft grass, Doris-doll; soft and
smooth to lie on." He moved up to her and she took an instinctive step
back. "Lie down, Doris-doll--open your white legs, let me fuck your cunt!"
"No, Willis, no--I don't want it!" Doris panted, moving back.
His face looked unhappy and angry. "Last night, Doris-doll--last night
you--"
"That was different," she cut in. "Don't think you can just grab hold
of me whenever you feel like it," her breasts shook with indignation, "just
because your cock gets hard doesn't mean you can rape me!"
His face set in a stubborn expression. "Wanna fuck," he said like a
peevish child, "wanna fuck your cunt, Doris-doll!"
"No!" she snapped.
He pushed at her and she almost fell. "You're my doll--my Mama said
you're my doll!" He pushed again and this time Doris lost her balance, fell
onto a grassy hillock on her back. Her skirt was around her waist and
Willis stared at the tightly stretched panties, still damp at the crotch.
His words had startled her. "Your mother said that!"
He was staring at her crotch. "You're wet there, Doris--all wet!"
"What did your mother say?" she asked urgently.
He grinned. "Mama said I can fuck your pussy!"
Red spots of anger appeared in Doris's cheeks. What do they think I am?
"Well, your precious Mama's wrong!" she snapped.
Willis dropped down beside her, and a long fingernail ripped at her
panties, splitting them open at the crotch.
"No, Willis, no!" Doris panted.
He pressed his hand into the opening, found her saturated pussy, clawed
inside it, clumsily, painfully.
"You're hurting me," she panted, wriggling out of his reach.
He looked at her, breathing hard through his nose. "Wanna fuck!" he
mumbled.
"No!"
He rolled himself toward her with surprising speed; before Doris knew
what he was going to do he had twisted her face down on the grass. She
felt him lifting her skirt and felt the cool air on her bottom; he moved
the torn panties off her buttocks then brought down his hand in a slap.
"Owww!" The startled gasp of pain shot from Doris's lips. She was
startled as much as hurt.
He slapped down again and his hand sank into the soft flesh, leaving a
red mark on each palpitating cheek.
"Don't," she moaned. "Owww, don't, Willis, don't!"
He slapped again, watching her buttocks wriggling about as she squirmed
herself, trying to get away. He spanked her bottom more viciously and she
opened and closed her thighs in pain and frustration.
"Stop spanking me," she pleaded. "You're hurting my bottom!"
He laughed. "You're my doll--I can do what I want with my doll!"
He spanked her bottom again.
Frantically, Doris twisted her eyes sideways. He was sitting beside her
while he administered his punishment. His cock was huge and she saw it
swell and twitch each time his hand slapped onto her helpless flesh.
Stealthily, Doris stretched out her hand touched the massive organ.
Willis flinched, made a sound of surprise, then his hand spanked down
onto her red and throbbing bottom again.
Doris curled her fingers round the swollen cock. "Urgh!" Willis groaned
deep in his throat and his legs seemed to tense. He slapped her bare skin
again, but not so hard this time. Doris barely made a whimper--but her
hand moved on his cock. It was slimy with its own secretion and her
fingers glided gently up and down. Willis pressed himself back and his
shaft seemed to grow longer, thicker. Doris drew the skin down from its
head, watched the red ball slide out. The sight excited her; her hand
moved more quickly.
He spanked her again, but she was hardly aware of it. Her bottom was
deadened by the series of slaps it had received. Her attention was riveted
on the throbbing organ within her hand. She squeezed, slid her hand down,
up again. Willis made an animal-like sound. She turned the head of the
organ so that she was staring into the slitted lips in its head; it was so
long that it seemed only inches from her face. She massaged it, watching
the lips spew open, squeeze closed, then open again. A sound of pleasure
oozed from Willis's throat and his hand rested on a cheek of her bottom,
not moving, not spanking any more.
She massaged his cock sensuously; slowly then quickly, hearing the
grating sobs pant from his throat.
"Urgh, Doris--" he gasped. "Urgh, Doris!"
Her hand moved more quickly; she felt the veined walls expanding,
contracting and the pulsating inside became fiercer.
"I--I'm gonna shoot!" His voice went up high.
She squeezed as tightly as she could; felt the cock squirming, jerking
in her hand--then thick spurts of juice shot from the open slitted lips,
hitting her face--then shooting again, thickly, sickeningly, obscenely.
Willis had dropped onto his back; his hand had slid off her abused
bottom. Now he raised and lowered his buttocks as the dregs of his lust
flowed down his cock, squirted from the lips onto his Doris-doll's face.
Crazily, Doris felt her clitoris jerking wildly when the thick droplets
of juice hit her mouth. She slid out her tongue, tasted the thick fluid.
The taste repelled but excited her at the same time.
She looked at Willis; his eyes were open and he was staring at her.
"I--I'm sorry, Doris-doll," he mumbled.
His words reminded her; she reached to her bottom, felt the bruised
cheeks, tenderly. "I--I'm all sore. My bummie's so bruised!"
"I--I'm sorry, Doris-doll," he said again. Now that she had appeased
his lust by masturbating him with her hand, he was quiet and apologetic.
"It'll hurt me to walk, I'm so sore!" Doris mumbled, exaggerating.
He scrambled to his feet. "I--I'll carry you. You're my little
doll--I'll carry you through the bush!"
Before she could answer, he stooped, picked her up in his arms as though
she was a baby, then started to walk through the bush, carrying her in his
arms.
After the first moment of surprise, Doris found it wasn't an unpleasant
sensation. Willis, you'll put me down before we get to the manor."
"Yes, Doris-doll," he answered. "I--Ill do anything you like!"
"Why did you spank me like that?"
"You're my Doris-doll," he mumbled. "I wanted to fuck your cunt!"
"But why?" she persisted.
"Nice tight cunt, sucks my cock!" he answered.
Doris wriggled with impatience. "I don't mean that why do you think you
can--can fuck my pussy any time at all!"
"Because you're my doll!" he answered, simply.
"Why d'you keep saying that?"
"Because Mama told me--"
"Told you what?"
"You're my doll--she got you for me to play with!"
Doris gasped. "What do you mean?"
"Mama bought you for me for my birthday." He smiled into her face. "I'm
twenty-five years old. Mama always said she'd buy me a doll--a real live
doll--for my birthday!"
Doris's face was white with shock. I am a doll! Solely for the purpose
of amusing, being fucked by, this half-witted man-boy! It's crazy, crazy,
crazy!
He put her on the ground when they were a hundred yards from the manor,
and Doris walked the rest of the way in a kind of daze. Willis supported
her, tenderly, carefully--just as he was supposed to: she was his own
little doll and he had to look after her. He knew. His Mama had told him!
Chapter 12
Mildred sat on the edge of her bed and looked at Doris with that cool,
self-possessed expression on her face.
"What Willis said is partly true, Doris, but--" she shrugged her
shoulders, eloquently, "you've seen enough of Willis to realize that he
fantasizes, imagines things, exaggerates--"
"He--he thinks I'm a doll," Doris blurted, "just for him--to do what he
wants with--use and abuse--"
Mildred gave her a piercing stare. "No one abuses you!"
"He spanked me," Doris muttered, "--ripped off my panties and spanked
me!"
"I saw him carrying you toward the manor," said Mildred carefully,
"holding you protectively as though you were something very precious, very
important."
"That--that was after," Doris mumbled, her eyes downcast.
Mildred glanced at a pile of bills that lay on her dresser. "I was
counting the money," she said, softly. "Mister Macallister gave you eighty
dollars too much!" She fixed a penetrating gaze on Doris's face: "Why is
that?"
The color flooded Doris's cheeks. "That money's mine," she blurted.
"I--I mixed my money with the rent money."
Mildred smiled; a slow, knowing smile. "Barney gave it to you, didn't
he, Doris?"
The color drained out of Doris's face. "Well--I--" she stammered.
"You don't have to explain," said Mildred, coolly. "I know all about
Barney and the things he likes." She made her voice very soft. "Did you
enjoy it? Eighty dollars for doing something you liked is all right!"
Doris didn't answer.
"But you don't have to be so goddamned smug!" Mildred shot out.
"Complaining about poor Willis when you've just been jerking your hot pussy
up and down on an old man's cock till he came." Then she added, softly,
"For eighty dollars, of course, I'm sure that that made it right!"
Doris jerked to her feet. "Stop it! What makes you think you can talk
to me like this?"
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