Robert Desmond - House of Evil

Well, never mind, he thought to himself, this big prick he now held in his hands was the great equalizer, the piece of equipment that would teach her the facts of life, and he would see that she prayed to it like an idol of pleasure before very long. But shit, he could barely contain himself from jumping up now and throwing her down to the floor to ram it up deep between her soft silky white thighs. Probably the time would be right tomorrow, or the next day at the latest, but soon, soon, no matter what.

Being careful not to attract her attention, he slyly opened the last button at the top of his fly and peeled open the flaps of his trouser front to fully release his hard thick penis. It stood out in proud menacing erection under the desk-top as he savored the thought of the obscenities to come, dwelling particularly on what a delectable sight it would be to see his stiff cock throbbing out its load into Nadalee Parker's sweet innocent face and down over her soft pale breasts as she knelt down in front of him. He lewdly pictured his sperm dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her slender throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush firm breasts of hers. It was driving him half crazy and again he considered going through with it then and there as he stroked himself to a rigidity that threatened to erupt into a streaming flow of thick white cum at any moment… But no, not yet, he chided himself; not until everything was perfectly arranged according to plan. He knew that he would hate himself if he allowed his impatience of the moment to spoil all the juicy fun in store in the near future for everyone in the household.

"Mr. Blackwell, there's a call for you on the telephone downstairs," a tall, completely bald man of about thirty announced suddenly at the open doorway to the study. The unexpected sound of the gruff male voice caused George to jump slightly in his chair, swearing as he glowered with loathing at the unwelcome intruder. It was Braun, his and Dolores' personal manservant for the past five years, a brutish half-wit who was well-trained and obedient but too stupid to observe certain formalities.

"You Goddamned fucking idiot, I've told you over and over to knock before you enter a room!" George barked savagely at Braun. The husky sweating man of forty-five lifted one hand from his lap beneath the desk-top to smooth back his silver-grey convict-short hair and then reached down again to button his trouser fly before rising to his feet.

Nadalee twisted quickly around from the bookshelf with a look of open-mouthed amazement on her pretty face at the sound of the ugly vile words that George Blackwell had used so cruelly to reprimand the dull-minded servant who stood there unfazed and uncomprehending in the doorway. She had never heard a man speak that way in front of a woman before and she was visibly shaken. But that shock was mild compared to the one she felt when George finally rose and she saw the jutting hardness of his penis straining against the semen-soaked fabric at the front of his trousers. She almost fainted, her body sagging back against the wall for support, her knees feeling as light as balloons as she gazed helplessly at the lewd, disgusting spectacle of the older man's shameless lust. Any other time she would have run away as fast as possible to escape from such an indecent, vulgar exhibition of evil carnality as this but now she was paralyzed, her feet rooted to the floor, and she could not bring herself to take her eyes from his bulging maleness. It was as though she had been spellbound, was charmed into motionlessness, and not even her own innermost horror could break the trance of wicked fascination that held her sight locked inexorably on the tent-like protrusion in his trouser crotch. It was insane, hideously sinful, something that she had never done before in her short sheltered life.

There was a glint of pleased amusement in George's dark inquiring eyes when he saw the stunned expression on Nadalee's exquisite face. By God, look at her, the impressively big man smirked to himself as he strode heavily toward Braun who was still waiting silently at the entranceway. Goddamned if the sensuous-looking young maid did not seem to be more than just a little interested in her new employer's aching hard-on! Shit, maybe he should just stick around and forget all about his carefully worked out plans for the girl in the near future… Maybe his scheming was actually unnecessary… Maybe he should try to have a go at the tasty little cock-tease right now.

"It's a long distance, Mr. Blackwell," Braun droned thickly in an almost characterless voice, reminding George of the telephone call waiting for him downstairs. "Mrs. Blackwell said to tell you it's pretty important and that you should get down there as soon as you can."

"Don't you worry yourself about it, Braun," George admonished, "because if it's any close friend of mine, whoever it is can damned well afford to pay for a few lousy extra minutes of telephone service, long distance or not." When Braun failed to offer the inane reply that he usually uttered after any remark that George made in his presence, the big-limbed wealthy man turned slightly to glance at his feeble-minded employee and saw that the bald servant was examining Nadalee's scantily-clad form, his nostrils quivering as his deep-set eyes hungrily scanned the girl's soft curvaceous limbs.

"You stupid son-of-a-bitch, you're going to get yourself all hot and bothered for nothing if you don't stop gawking that way at the poor young thing. Anyway, she's married, you know," George teased as he sneered insultingly at the already obviously aroused moron. Laughing aloud then, he slapped Braun on the shoulder and shoved him playfully toward the hallway outside the door.

Just as the two men were leaving the room, George threw another cackle back over his shoulder and said wryly, "Nadalee, honey, I want you to decide what it is that you like about me when you go home today. We can talk about it tomorrow."

A second after they were gone, the lovely distressed girl slumped down limply with her back against the wall, shaking so violently that she was barely able to support her own weight with her legs. Gradually, regathering her senses little by little, relief from being alone again coming over her, she began to relax and breathe normally for the first time since she had been in the room that afternoon. As her mind began to clear, she found herself remembering the odd chain of events that had brought her and Newton to accept their present jobs with George Blackwell and his harsh-seeming but extremely attractive wife here in Southern Oregon, jobs which paid well but were so psychologically demanding that sometimes she wished with all her heart that she and Newton were still back in Oklahoma, living the modest life they had known as newlyweds in a tiny town outside of Tulsa. Not that they had been wildly happy there; not when her husband had been so gravely religious and sober-minded, just as he always was now, but at least she had been among friends and had felt freer to be herself while Newton worked as a service station attendant in town. And they had had "the dream", as her handsome brunette husband called it, that someday they would have enough money saved up to buy a farm and raise children. It had been all he ever talked about and finally she had come to have faith in the dream as well.

Then, one evening before dinner, Newton had come running into the kitchen to her, waving the Tulsa newspaper excitedly and pointing to an advertisement in the classified section. "This might be our chance to make 'the dream' come true!" he had enthused, urging her to sit down and read it then and there, even though she had been in the middle of cooking their meal. The ad had read: RETIRED COUPLE WANTS ATTRACTIVE YOUNG MAN AND WIFE AS MAID, CHAUFFEUR amp; HANDYMAN. FIVE-ROOM COTTAGE PROVIDED, MORE THAN GENEROUS PAY AND MANY BENEFITS. ONLY REQUIREMENTS: WILLINGNESS AND APPRECIATION OF PRIVACY IN BEAUTIFUL FOREST AREA. SEND PHOTOGRAPHS.