Robert Desmond - House of Evil

"You won't be sorry," Dolores purred softly as she stepped up to stand at his side, her hand slipping smoothly around his slim waist for the second time that afternoon. She reached up with her other hand to push her long fingers through his dark brown hair, tenderly but teasingly. Tiny sensations of pleasure coursed through him, making the hair at the back of his neck prickle and stand up, his mind suddenly reeling from the thrill of her intimate nearness, her warmth and stimulating female aromas. God, she was a real woman, he thought to himself, realizing as though for the first time that she was completely naked. He allowed his eyes to roam over her ripe, voluptuous body from the full white mounds of her breasts with their ruby nipples down to the swell of her hips and the tawny patch of pubic hair nestling between the soft velvet of her thighs. Just as George had done a few moments before, Newton also noticed the smoky quality in her deep blue eyes and recognized it as a sign of the passion smoldering in her veins.

"Let's go over there and sit down," the blonde said huskily as she pointed a finger toward the far end of the huge leather couch where Nadalee still sat weeping with her face buried in both hands. "There'll be plenty of room for everyone if we stay on our half of the couch… room enough for everyone but poor Braun and his horny German Shepherd."

"Well, they've already had their fun anyway," Newton laughed weakly as he impulsively draped his arm around her waist and guided his employer's willing wife across the room to the recommended spot on the opposite end of the couch from his own naked young wife. It was strange, he thought with a flash of pride, but he felt hardly nervous at all. He sensed the beginning of a new strength and self-confidence that he had never known before in his life. As a matter of fact, he felt just great – if suddenly he had found a band new source of power inside himself, one that had been dormant all his life and now seemed to open up a greater, more adventurous world of possibility for him. He knew that making love with Mrs. Blackwell was going to make him into a different person, all right, but he also realized that her millionaire husband had been right when he had said that a man and his wife should never have anything to hold over each other. At least this way he could never justly blame Nadalee for her unfaithfulness, not with a clear conscience anyway, and he could have the satisfaction of getting his revenge against her in the meantime.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Newton?" Dolores asked a moment after they had reached their destination, her lips pursed in a playful little pout of disappointment as she lowered her eyes insinuatingly to the throbbing bulge at his trouser crotch. He glanced down to see what she was staring at, a look of perplexity on his handsome face until it finally dawned on him what she was talking about.

"Yeah, I guess so," he grinned foolishly, his heart beating rapidly as he began immediately to strip his work clothes from his body. A slight wave of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his trousers and shorts to the floor and then turned to face the older woman, his lithe exciting body completely naked.

"Mmmmm, nice," she murmured as she gazed appreciatively down at the stiff cock jutting in erection from his male loins. Her eyes remained riveted to the pulsing blood-filled head for a long moment before she sat down on the plush leather couch with one hand reaching up to him as she patted the spot next to her with the other. When he had settled himself beside her, she moved her closest leg against his so that the naked warmth of their flesh was pressed firmly together. He felt a momentary surge of panic but it soon left him as she reached over with one hand to trace a series of tiny tantalizing circles with the sharpness of her fingernails over the taut male skin of his stomach. He shivered for a second and half-turned toward her to drink in the smoothness of her voluptuous white body.

"Do you like me?" the blonde asked in a slow sexy voice, her passion-filmed eyes seeming to wander like blue jewels floating free in her head.

"What do you think?" the brunette employee replied with a boyish grin. But Dolores did not even hear him and reached over to him, curling both arms around his back and pulling him onto her. One of his hairy legs lodged tightly between her slightly parted thighs and he felt her honey-colored pubic hair rubbing just above his slightly bent knee. She felt surprisingly soft and supple and her rounded white body fit against his as though they belonged together. She squirmed to move her downy pubic mound up against his tensing loins, bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He bent over her to press his eager lips hard against hers as he sensed a tiny flow of seminal fluid seeping wetly from the glans at the end of his rigid jerking prick. It smeared her already moist vaginal crevice as she continued to grind up against him with a practiced thoroughness that drove him half insane with lust. His prick was pulsating now as if the slightest extra pressure would cause the sperm in his aching testicles to gush out of him before either of them could fully enjoy the extent of the pleasure yet to come.

He thrust his hot tongue far into her mouth as she sucked greedily at it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth until he felt feverish chills racing up and down the length of his spine. It was almost too much to bear without letup and he pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensation, placing his cheek against her blonde hair as he thought guiltily for a moment of Nadalee sitting on the other end of the couch and what a shock it would be when she lifted her head from her hands. Even though she had obviously thought nothing of her own infidelity with Braun and the dog, it would half kill her when she got her first glimpse of his performance with the thirty-five year-old blonde.

He turned to face Dolores again, closing his mouth tightly over hers as he plunged his red tongue into her moist oral cavern. He felt her hand searching down between their bodies for the throbbing hardness of his long uncircumcised cock. He gasped as the coolness of her slender fingers closed around his rigidity. She gave an answering moan and crushed almost the full length of her white yielding body against his leanness, grinding her writhing pelvis harshly against him and pressing her full heaving breasts against his chest until they were smashed nearly flat and bulged out at the sides. She was a wild woman, a wanton bitch, and he felt like a real man at last, a man of such energy and sexual fire that he could even drive an older, probably well-experienced woman such as Dolores Blackwell almost crazy!

"Aaah, Jesus!" he hissed in lewd excitement as his hands ran frantically over her fleecy soft curves, eagerly exploring all the secret hollows. "I've got to fuck you, Mrs. Blackwell! I've got to fuck you right away!"

"No, darling, not yet… Soon but not just yet," she breathed, managing to wring a sweet smile out of her desire-twisted facial features. "I'm going to give you a special treat first… a kind of bonus for your hard work and because you've been so brave about everything."

He responded to the pressure of her hands and lay back against the couch in the position she seemed to want him in, despite how much he hated to lose the delicious warm contact of his rock-hard penis against the smoothness of her churning belly. He lay tense with his shoulder blades supported by the spongy broad roll of leather behind him, his aching young maleness pointed straight up at the ceiling. Then, almost by accident, he noticed a long mirror hanging in an angled position directly over the immense couch. He could see them both reflected clearly in it and was able to follow her movements with his anxious gaze without even having to lift his head to look down at her. He saw that she had turned on her side toward him and was now reaching out with her left hand to grasp his thickness gently. She began to stroke him teasingly, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, maddening rhythm that made him ache and throb almost beyond human endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her glistening red lips only a few inches from the angry distended head of his cock. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it softly between the flats of her palms until it tightened even more and he was certain that the stretched purplish-pink skin would burst.