Gloria Day: House of dark pleasure

His lips fell off her vulva, and she heard him sucking in air. She rested her face on his thighs, feeling his cock resting against her cheek and softening every second.

"Uhhh, Mildred," said George, weakly, "so fuckin' good – that was the most!"

She turned her head, looked at him as he lay prostrated on his back. A smile fringed her lips, and when she spoke, there was a ring of whiteness all around the edges of her mouth.

"Not all the things I do are bad."

He gave her a tired smile. "Some of them, but not all!" he sighed. "It was so Goddamned good – so fuckin' good, Mildred!" He closed his eyes as though reliving the ecstasy.

She turned herself, crawled up to his face, then bent her head, kissed him on the lips, twisting her tongue in his mouth.

"You taste that?" she asked. "That's your come-stuff, I'm giving it back to you, Georgie – your fucking stuff!"

"It tastes good," he muttered. "You taste good – even if you are a sadistic bitch!"

Mildred looked angry for a moment, then she laughed.

"Why'd'you hafta knock me out?" He massaged the side of his neck, tenderly.

She laughed again. "You won't believe it, but it was an accident!"

He shook his head in disbelief.

"But what I did afterward was nice," she murmured.

"Yeah," he sighed, "Goddamned nice!"

"You wanna do it again that way – or d'you want to fuck – just plain old fuck?"

He made a wry face, then: "Any way you say, Mildred – any little thing you want, just say it. You're my fucking mistress!"

She pulled him on top of her, opening her legs so that he fell in between.

His mouth went onto hers again, and she kissed him back as sensuously as he had kissed her. He felt his penis reviving and he steered it into her still-wet pussy.

She jerked her mouth off his, spoke: "You're Goddamned right I'm your mistress, an' don't ever fuckin' forget it!" And she pressed her hungry pussy onto his stiffening cock.

Mrs. Wynton had been explaining Doris' duties to her; now they were sitting in the small office where Doris would do most of her work, when Mabel Williams tapped at the door then entered.

"Would you like your coffee in here, Ma'am?" she asked in a subdued voice.

"Yes," said Mildred, then asked, "would you like a coffee, too?"

Doris nodded, glanced at her watch. It was eleven o'clock on her second day – and first morning at Romily Manor. Doctor Marston wanted to see her that afternoon, she remembered.

"I'll tell Mabel to bring you coffee every morning at this time if you'd like it," said Mildred.

"That would be nice," said Doris. The cook had looked different from the day before, she thought idly. Her eyes were red-rimmed as though she'd been crying, and she walked slowly, painfully, as though she'd been hurt.

"Is-is she all right?" she asked now, hesitantly, wondering if she was being too forward.

Mildred raised her eyebrows, asked: "Mabel?"

Doris nodded. "She-she looks, well, different."

Mildred looked at Doris thoughtfully before she answered. "She was disciplined last night."

Doris showed her surprise. "Disciplined?"

Mildred smiled. "I'm very old-fashioned, Doris. If any of my employees misbehave, I prefer to punish them – rather than discharge them."

Doris stared blankly at her employer.

"Don't you think that's better?" Mildred said, smoothly. "I pay very well and I'm sure my employees would prefer trivial discipline rather than losing their jobs."

"How-how do you punish them?" Doris asked in a low voice.

Mildred laughed lightly. "It depends upon the occasion." Her eyes flickered over Doris' shapely figure. "Have you ever been spanked?"

Doris flushed, then murmured, "Only when I was small."

Mildred nodded. "It didn't hurt much, did it? A few light spanks on the bottom don't hurt anyone – and can do a lot of good. They make you aware of your mistake and remind you not to make the same error again."

Doris looked confused. "I-I don't know…" she murmured.

"I'm sure you're very conscientious," said Mildred, "but just supposing you neglected your work for no good reason, wouldn't you prefer to have a few light slaps on your bare bottom instead of being discharged and having the headache of finding another job?"

Doris gave a nervous laugh. "I-I've never thought about it," she admitted. "I don't know how I'd feel!"

Mabel tapped at the door then and entered with two cups of coffee on a tray.

Mildred patted Doris' hand. "Then don't worry your head thinking about it now; it'll probably never be necessary. D'you like sugar in your coffee?"

"Yes, please," said Doris absently, still seeing an image of herself lying face down on Mrs. Wynton's lap and the woman's hand slapping down on her exposed, naked bottom. Or would she use a strap or a cane? Her cheeks flushed at the thought, then to her own surprise, she felt a flicker of sexual excitement. How would it feel to expose my soft, sensitive bottom to the eyes of this frightening but fascinating woman? It has been so long since my daddy spanked me… How had it felt? How would it feel?

"You're not dunking your coffee," said Mildred.

Doris' flush deepened then she picked up her coffee and sipped at it.

"Not worrying about anything, I hope," said Mildred.

Doris set down her cup. "Why no, Mrs. Wynton nothing at all."

"If you have any problems – any kind of problems – I hope you'll confide in me," said Mildred. "I'm always ready to help my staff." She smiled, sipped her coffee, then: "I may seem strict to you, but I'm very loyal to my staffs long as they're loyal to me."

"I have no problems," said Doris quietly, then she added: "Oh, I've just remembered, Doctor Marston wants to see me this afternoon – will it be all right if I take time off?"

"Of course. The doctor mentioned it to me last night." Mildred gave Doris a searching look. "Just what does he want to see you for?"

Doris shrugged. "I don't know some kind of tests, he said."

Mildred drew in her breath. "I see – the tests – it had to be the tests." She gave a sharp laugh. "Is something wrong?" Doris looked up.

"No nothing's wrong, Doris," said Mildred, rising to her feet. "It'll be quite all right for you to take the afternoon off and visit my dear friend, Doctor Marston." She moved to the door, then said over her shoulder, "I think two o'clock would be the best time – you know where he lives?"

"He gave me his card."

"I'll have George drive you over – be ready right after lunch," said Mildred, leaving the room.

The big car was waiting outside the manor when Doris ran down the front steps. Lunch, with Mrs. Wynton and Willis, had been a very quiet affair. The low-browed young man had kept his beady eyes fixed on her all through the meal, making childish chuckling sounds to himself as he slopped the food into his mouth. Like the night before, he had kept groping under the table until Doris – consumed by a horrible curiosity – had deliberately dropped her napkin, bent to retrieve it and taken the chance to stare under the table. With an effort, she had restrained a gasp. Willis' pants were open again, and his hairy hand was holding his huge organ – so close that Doris could see the slitted lips in the gross, rounded head of it opening and closing as he caressed it obscenely just inches away from her legs.

When she straightened herself, Doris' cheeks were pale. The thing is so huge! She swallowed some food with an effort. It would split a girl wide open – it would tear my little pussy apart if it thrust into me!

Color came back into Doris' cheeks as she remembered her sensual dream of the night before after she'd fainted. Was it the thought of this massive cock which caused me to dream so vividly, orgasm so wildly?