Anonymous - Eveline

Monsieur Dalmaine went to work at once. He was so fiercely charged with unappeased desire that he made haste to quench his passion upon me. In the midst of his desperate thrusts, he took care to seize one of my feet in either hand. He thus had me at his mercy. I felt his desperate movements within my belly where his limb was pushed as far as its great length could carry it. It was perfectly strong and rigid. I enjoyed the act as much as he did. All too soon I knew he was about to discharge. He spent in a burst of semen which overflowed my parts. He sank groaning upon my bosom.

"Oh! Monsieur Dalmaine, is this what you call going 'crack'!"

Our reduced establishment closed early. By eleven o'clock all the inmates had retired for the night. Mrs. Lockett was heard to shut and turn the key. I thoroughly believe John had purposely rusted that lock. Sometimes a drop of salt water is as useful as oil-but in a contrary sense. At midnight the mansion was wrapped in slumber-all save John and I. At a quarter past twelve I admitted the footman. I lay with him that night. He entered noiselessly. He had on felt slippers. I had thought of all. We were absolutely safe and alone. It was delicious to feel free to gratify all one's voluptuous inclinations and indulge without restraint all one's libidinous ideas and conceptions. One great advantage was that, under the circumstances, my stallion-for so I considered him-could mount me-neigh and whinny without fear and to his heart's content. My greedy nerves vibrated as I closed the door of my chamber after the impatient fellow. I motioned him to a seat. He submitted with the prompt obedience of a well-trained menial. We neither of us spoke. He watched me as I undressed. I intentionally afforded him a delicious prospect. I saw his hands clench-his lips quiver-his nostrils dilate as he took in all the points I wantonly exposed for his intoxication. I let fall my skirts. I stood in my chemise, my stockings, and my corset. His greedy eyes followed every movement. I knew I was working the man into a state of almost unendurable longing. It was delightful to me. I grew excited beyond measure. I watched the keen, fierce, lecherous spirit overpowering all reserve-all prudence. I threw myself upon the large soft couch.

"John, you may undress. I wish to see you naked."

It had pleased me to act the school miss in my intercourse with this man. It seemed to come natural to me. It served as a silly excuse for my precocious wantonness. It assuaged my amour proper. It gave me unbounded confidence in my character of an innocent led astray by the blandishments of a good-looking, full-grown man. John's natural vanity did the rest. To him I was the condescending young lady of the house seduced by his modest behaviour, his rich livery. Above all by his manly proportions and his capacity for affording her sensuous delight.

I therefore looked on while John cast off his coat and divested himself of his striped waistcoat, depositing both within the room adjoining. Then came the turn of his scarlet breeches. I smiled at the semi-modest, stupid air with which he let them fall. My mouth watered and my lips parted at the sight of his erected limb, his hairy belly, as his shirt flew up.

"Come here, John. I want to feel your Robin."

In another second, my stallion was beside me. My eager hand closed around his huge member. I shook it. I caressed it. I lowered my head. I sucked it. It was delicious to my overwrought nerves. I took his big testicles in my grasp. I played with them.

"How shall we do it, John?"

"You'll let me do the job for you this time-won't you, miss? Right into you, I mean, miss. I'll do it beautiful! You'll feel as if you were in heaven when Robin is pushing himself up and down your beautiful little belly. It's all very well against the door, standing up, but lying down with your sweet legs open, he goes at it so free. He seems to get up almost to your waist, miss."

As if to give point to his argument, the rampant fellow opened my thighs. His face went between; his eager tongue inserted itself in my moist slit. I was in no humor to refuse him anything. I bore down on his thick, sensual lips. The scenes of the past day came back to me. They passed as in a panorama before my closed eyes. John luxuriated in his prurient employment. I seemed to be exhaling for his delight the concentrated essence of previous luxury. The thought added poignancy to the sensations he forced upon me. I shivered with ecstasy.

"Oh, John-dear John-you are making me come!"

The delighted footman reveled in the solution of bygone pleasures with which I now liberally bedewed him. I rose to my feet. I beheld his strong member, red-headed, stiff as a bar of metal, menacing an onslaught upon my delicate person. I saw him gloating over my naked slit.

"Hush, John! Whisper only. How shall we do it, dear John?"

He clasped me to him. He pressed his big hairy chest to my tender form. He carried me towards the bed. He sat me on it.

"Oh, miss, do let me do it so. Let me put it into you. See how stiff I am. It's bursting, nearly. It's so full of the white stuff you are so fond of."

"So, John-on the side of the bed. Now push it into me-oh! Oh! How big you are, John! Oh! Oh! Go slowly-it hurts! Oh!"

Huge as it was, the thing went in-up me, till I felt the two big testicles pressed against my bottom. My stallion was at work upon me. The lewd fellow lolled back his head. He rolled his eyes in his luxury. His hands clutched nervously at my haunches as he pulled me toward him. Then he thrust slowly in and out-up and down in my little belly where he had said he longed to be.

I love to look on a man in this condition, filled with a bestial sense of desire unappeased, struggling in his libidinous embrace, his eyes turned up and vacuous, or burning with fierce lust at the contemplation of the object of his passion extended and at his mercy beneath him. The picture is a delicately delicious one to my luxurious temperament-it enhances enormously my own enjoyment. It is the sacrifice of modesty upon the altar of lust-it is the reversal of all that is reserved, becoming, and dignified. It is its enormity which is its charm. It is its utter abnegation of personal respect, the prostitution of virtue to vulgar passion which is its fascination.

The enjoyment of my poor John, alas, came to its end as all things must. It grew too poignant to last and it burst. I was the recipient of his exhaustive efforts. He left me bathed in his erotic efforts to my intense enjoyment, and to his loss.

"A telegram for you, Miss Eveline. I would not disturb you sooner. Fanny told me you had given orders not to be awakened."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Lockett; but I have been awake already a couple of hours. I have even had my tub, as you see."

I tore open the telegram. It was from Eastbourne-from Percy.

"Mother has suffered a fresh attack, is extremely unwell. Lord L- desires you to remain. Await further news."

The "further news" arrived an hour later. I had anticipated. It was from the local medical practitioner.

"Lord L desires me to inform you that Lady L succumbed at three o'clock this morning. He is much distressed but is writing particulars. He begs you to be calm."

I passed over those particulars. They have no place here. Enough that Lady L had paid the inevitable penalty of her folly and that poor papa was free. Sippett lost a profitable employment. I was told that her luggage was heavy and voluminous when she went away.

"A gentleman to see you, miss. He says he has come on business. I told him you could see no one but he insisted-here is his card."

"Mr. William Dragon, Bow Street. Quite right, John. I will see this gentleman. Show him into Lord L 's study. I will come up directly."

The blinds were down. The house had already assumed the usual hypocritical, dolorous, and lackadaisical appearance of society grief. At such times one receives odd visitors-always on business, of course. It was not yet ten o'clock. The situation was already quite conventional. Everyone went about their duties as usual, only they spoke lower and whispered, and looked solemn instead of simpering.