Robert Desmond - House of Evil

"Ooohh, oooohhh," Nadalee exploded ecstatically into the otherwise silent bedroom, her breath coming now in small quick gasps that came out as small mewling grunts. Then, growing bolder, Braun began a sudden flicking and curling of his wet hot tongue, imbedding it deeper inside her and sometimes withdrawing it all the way to jab its tip tormentingly at her tingling clitoris. He could feel the elastic-rimmed opening of her pussy clasping at his pink hot lingual spear, trying to hold him inside her but blossoming open fully when he followed the primitive drive he never realized was in control of his weak mind as well as his body.

"Jesus Christ, baby, look at her, just look at the hot little bitch! Bet she's never blown her nuts in her life!" George gasped suddenly, his eyes wide open as he nudged his shoulder against his blonde wife standing next to him, as though she were not totally aware of what was happening only two or three steps away from where they stood watching together.

"Yes, I think, she's even better than we'd hoped," Dolores agreed crisply, producing a derisive little laugh in an effort to maintain her composure as she drank in the obscenely exciting sight. God, she thought, she actually envied Nadalee even though she realized that her silly wistful jealousy was wholly unreasonable.

"She loves it, the hot little whore!" the big man added without averting his eyes from the scene on the bed.

"She's got a big surprise coming up, though," Dolores smiled, resisting the temptation to be sarcastic as she remembered her own sessions with the bald simpleton under her husband's directions back in San Francisco. Just the reminiscence comforted her and she leaned close to lick her husband's earlobe, her own brain clogging with renewed lust as she focused her attention again on the wildly lewd performance taking place on the bed before them.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nadalee chanted over and over to herself in undisguised guilt, hating her body for the steadily rising tide of forbidden sensual pleasure she felt rippling deep down in her stomach and flowing up through her firm heaving breasts to pulse in her nipples. In spite of her horror and revulsion at the sinful things being done to her defenseless genitals down between her open thighs, her nerves continued to flutter and send live shivers of arousal through her limbs. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue darting into the wetness of her vaginal opening.

The slaving imbecile's bald pate began to glisten with sweat as he worked frantically between her wide-spread legs, his tongue making a wet sucking sluicing noise with each thrust he made into the valley between her now hotly pulsating vaginal lips. The breathtakingly beautiful wife of eighteen had never before in her life imagined that such an evil and lurid act could produce such exquisitely sharp thrills in her… especially not when someone as obscenely ugly and stupid as Braun was doing it to her. She actually wanted him to keep on doing it now, she realized with shame, a tiny flash of regret coming over her but quickly fading. At the moment, she could not even remember why she was on the bed with the servant… or even if the reason mattered.

Her emerald-green eyes glittering and her mouth flexing open with passion, her cries of mixed protest and desire gradually became one long low continuous moan. Then, surprising her, Braun suddenly withdrew his lashing tongue from inside the smooth warm passage and explored higher up, probing the warm pink tip in the wetness as the fragrant reddish-brown tendrils of her pubic hair brushed tauntingly against his cheeks. At last he found her hard, throbbing clitoris again and began to lick and nip at it with his teeth until she was afraid she would scream with ecstasy.

The moron felt a lewd and triumphant sense of satisfaction as she responded. Never in his vague dreams had he ever expected to have such a gorgeous young girl, another man's wife, squirming so madly under his tongue, loving it so much that she was at his mercy. The people at the mental hospital had taught him to be careful about everything he encountered in the "outside" world and the Blackwells had made him realize he was not as intelligent as most other people. Little by little, he had come to understand… under George's unrelenting tutelage… that almost everyone around him thought he was worthless except as someone to work for "normal" people. The impassioned redheaded maid writhing under him now seemed to be utterly oblivious to the fact that he was a freak. Not now, anyway! She liked what he was doing, he slowly concluded, so it must mean that Nadalee thought he was good and more than just a freak… The labored conclusion filled him with glee and he giggled again as he locked his mouth roughly over the upper portion of the cleft between her thighs. This would make her like him more than ever, he grinned, lowering his face a little to flick the tip of his tongue down into the tiny tightly-puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist portal of her vagina.

"Nooooo, pleeeeeassse," Nadalee whimpered as the unexpected wet electric contact of his searing tongue against the sensitive rubbery opening sent a tormenting prickle of feeling racing through her nerves. She clenched her eyes tightly shut again and whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks deeper into the bed and away from the hot snaking tongue licking without mercy now at her virginal asshole. After a moment, though, he sensed that her first shock was gone and that she was starting to enjoy it by degrees, in spite of the fact that she was sobbing and groaning, as though she hated every second of what he was doing.

Yes, he was right, because she was beginning to jerk back against him a little, her cushions of soft ivory roundness lifting slightly off the mattress and pushing forward in search of the pink hotness of his tongue.

The sex-wild girl knew that she had lost every shred of decency as she felt her hands go out to find him like things with minds of their own, suddenly clawing in vain desperation when her fingertips grazed the sweaty slickness of his hairless crown. She heard him snicker as he ducked his head lower between the cheeks of her ass to escape her sharp fingernails. Then he clamped his open mouth over the brown throbbing ring of her anus, bringing further combined cries of pleasure and humiliation from her lips. He was in complete control now and it would not be very long before he was allowed to do what he had been waiting for all along. But it better be soon, he thought sluggishly, or the pretty girl would cum before she was supposed to and Mr. Blackwell would really be mad. He sensed that she was almost ready to do it now as her shamelessly aroused body began to jerk spasmodically forward in a deliberate movement up against his tongue. He felt the abnormal hugeness of his hard fleshy cock beating urgently against the mattress, the lust-hardened head jerking out droplets of shiny semen that stained the bedspread as he licked gluttonously at the tiny puckered lips of her helpless anus.

George leered obscenely at the wantonly stimulated nymph and felt a tremendously gratifying wave of pride in his own handiwork. He received even greater satisfaction from what seemed already to be the greatest excitement he could remember during the last few years of his retirement. Obviously Dolores felt the same way, his depraved mind decided, since she was thoroughly engrossed in watching and was openly fingering her newly-awakened pussy as though she were the only spectator.

"Nadalee, what would you like Braun to do now?" George asked in a bantering tone. "Wouldn't it feel wonderful, dear, if he slipped his giant prick up between your legs?"

Nadalee's resistance was practically non-existent and yet she could not allow herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that anything she admitted about how she really felt would be the final humiliating surrender. The mere thought of confessing how much she really did, in spite of her revulsion, ache to have the obnoxious imbecile's enormous penis inside her now – if only to quench the burning need raging in her loins at that very moment – was utterly unbearable to her. Her lovely young face was white and straining as she lay there, afraid to let George catch her eyes.