Robert Desmond - House of Evil

"Ooh, yessss, I'm almost there, almost… Fuck me, fuck me faster!" the voluptuous blonde whined obscenely in a high voice that suddenly commanded Nadalee's full attention again. Lord, what Mrs. Blackwell must be feeling right now, the girl thought almost enviously as she stared in enthrallment at the woman flailing wildly under the silver-haired mountain of a man on top of her. A fleeting resentment came over the young wife as she thought of Newton's sexual techniques… if he had any at all… as compared to the aggressive boldness and undisguised lust of her forty-five year-old employer. As untrustworthy and disgusting as the redhead thought he was, it was obvious that at least George cared enough about Dolores to demonstrate his feelings in the ultimate act of love. Not that Nadalee thoroughly approved of the horrible, barbaric way the man showed his affection, but it was better than nothing… better than mere promises and prayers instead of real communication… better than what Newton called "the dream".

Nadalee gazed on at the lust-ridden couple, sensing that their bout of love-making was nearing the cataclysmic crest of feeling that she had only read and heard about from others. It was at that instant that she let her eyes wander a little and caught sight of a slight movement next to the jouncing bed.

It was Buck, the massive German Shepherd, his ferocious jowls parted and his long furled tongue panting out wetly as he sniffed within mere inches of Mrs. Blackwell's naked, cock-filled vagina. Nadalee gasped in alarm as she watched the blackish-brown creature poke his muzzle forward to lap up some of the blonde's spilled vaginal juice from the sheet just under her nakedly exposed buttocks, the redness of his thick eager tongue snaking out again and again. It was unnatural even to watch – and yet the curvaceous youthful redhead felt her womb contract slightly from the very vileness of the sight of the dog's nearness to the passionate woman. Depraved, senseless thoughts raced madly through the maid's mind, shocking her, until at last she heard George's breath quicken and knew that someone was on the verge of climax.

"Ooooohh, I'm cummmmming! Oooooohhh!" Dolores groaned, a low, inhuman gurgle coming from her throat as both cheeks of her buttocks slowed their wild scrambling for completion and began to make small, spasmodic jerks up against the penis sunk deep between her open legs. At almost the same time, Nadalee heard a gasp of surprise from Mr. Blackwell's throat as he ground down hard inside his wife's vagina, his thick, fleshy cock beginning to throw out its white, milky sperm deep inside the jerking sheath engulfing it. The rich creamy fluid filled the blonde's passage completely and cascaded out around the pink moist lips of her cunt. To the young girl's dismay, she could clearly see a thin white stream of it running down the wide-split crevice of the older woman's buttocks and onto the mattress below. After jerking against each other convulsively a few more times, the wealthy couple lay still, breathing thickly, and finally the big brawny man withdrew himself from her arms and legs to roll over on his back beside her, his entire body glistening with a sheen of sweat as his broad hairy chest heaved up and down, filling his lungs with much-needed air. The thick fleshy shaft between his legs was deflating rapidly and there was a slight seepage of warm sticky perm still seeping obscenely from the tip.

Nadalee's own desire had finally overcome her horrified restraint a few seconds before and her hand had probed under her short skirt to insert itself inside the elastic top of her panties, her fingers sliding along her warmly moistened vaginal slit and coming to rest on the erectly pulsating bud of her clitoris. Now she began to rock gently with silent pleasure as she massaged herself, sending rapturous flutters of sensation through her belly that seemed to branch out and touch every inch of her physical being. She was so totally absorbed in what she was doing that she was oblivious to everything around her and did not sense the shadowy hulking form moving stealthily up behind her. It remained motionless then for a long moment, hovering within a foot of the girl's slender shoulder.

Suddenly it moved with lightning speed.

"Oh!" Nadalee cried out in fright, cringing away from the strong wiry hand holding her arm in a powerful vice-like grip. She was caught completely off guard and had to gulp to recapture her breath as she quickly withdrew her hand from beneath her skirt. The spell was shattered, the rising flame of her passion suddenly snuffed out, and she could only stand there quaking with terror from head to foot. Gradually, the hand loosened its painful grasp enough so that she was able to straighten up and relieve the pressure where her right shoulder was crushed against the frame of the doorway. It helped her breathing a little and she began to wonder who was behind her. Slowly, she turned her head back and saw with horror that it was the bald simpleton, Braun. The tall, grotesquely ugly servant was still stark naked and his nostrils were twitching with excitement, just as they always did when she was present, as though he were some kind of wild animal catching the maddening scent of a bitch in heat. There was a weird twisted grin on his moronic face as he raked the lovely girl's trembling young body with his hungrily-shining eyes.

She dropped her own eyes to avoid his and saw with a rush of panic that Braun's gigantic penis was standing out even further from his sinewy loins than before. What was worse, she could see the tremendous cock growing longer and harder even as she stared at it, its thick blood-engorged head throbbing mightily as occasional droplets of semen oozed from the eye-like hole at the end and dropped down in gleaming white strings to the carpet below. She looked down lower then and caught sight of the huge testicles sagging between his hairy legs like fleshy sacs heavily weighted with balls of lead. My God, she thought, they were as big as baseballs! It was the first time she had seen them. The huge-sized spheres had not been in clear view when she had watched the idiot masturbating himself just inside the other bedroom awhile ago.

"It's big, ain't it?" Braun snickered lewdly, his normally dull eyes sparkling a little as he pointed down with one finger at his abnormally large cock. Nadalee could not answer or even object to the obscene question as she felt her cheeks flush to a burning crimson with the realization that he had seen her looking down at his genitalia. Oh no, she groaned to herself, wave after wave of humiliation and shame washing over her, making her wish with all her strength that she could magically vanish from the room. Not only had the half-wit caught her red-handed in the act of masturbating herself as she was spying on the Blackwells together, now he knew that she had been staring openly at his rigid penis and the sperm-filled testicles hanging down below! She had never been so horribly embarrassed and overwhelmed with guilt in her life! Not even her fanatically religious husband had never made her feel as sinfully evil as she did now, standing there fighting back the tears of remorse beginning to well up in her.

"Okay, let's go," her naked captor grunted, his ugly face split by a satisfied grin as he tilted his head toward the interior of the next bedroom. A spasm of fear traveled through her, suddenly replacing her other emotions, when she realized what he intended to do with her. She was deluged with terror at the very thought of facing George and Dolores Blackwell, presented before them like a common criminal while Braun charged her with the list of immoral crimes she had committed in the last fifteen or twenty minutes… And what if Newton should somehow find out about her disgraceful behavior that afternoon! That would be the worst mortification of all, she thought to herself, dreading almost to the point of panic even the remote possibility of such a thing happening. Surely it would end their marriage forever, for he could never bring himself to forgive such a Godless sin.