Gloria Day: House of dark pleasure

Doris dropped her eyes. "Maybe," she whispered, coloring, "but not now." She picked up the small pile of bills, stuffed them into her purse with the rent money. "I'd better be going – Mildred will wonder what I'm doing all this time." She gave an excited giggle.

"If she knew what an oversexed kitten you were, she wouldn't wonder," he said slowly.

"D'you think I'm oversexed, Mister Macallister?" Doris asked seriously.

"Definitely," he answered, "and I like it."

Doris was thoughtful. "I don't think I am, not really. It's just that things have been happening lately…"

He nodded, smiled knowingly. "I can believe that!"

Doris turned to the door. "I'll see you next month, Mister Macallister."

"It's Barney," he said. "Don't you think you know me well enough to call me Barney?" He grinned at her expression. "And I'll see you before next month – some time next week I hope!"

Doris looked doubtful.

"I'm always here," he added. "Please come, Doris; I'll be waiting – and looking forward to seeing you."

"I'll try," she promised, opening the door. "I'll try, Barney," and she exited.

She saw Willis before he saw her. He was standing behind a low bush with only the top part of his body visible; his head was thrown back and he seemed to be staring at something in the sky.

"Willis!" Doris called, moving toward him, "what are you doing here?"

It was only ten minutes since she'd left Barney Macallister's cottage.

Willis started, then a slow smile spread over his face when he saw Doris.

"D-Doris-doll," he stammered, "I-I was waiting for you."

"Waiting for me! But how did you know where I was?"

He grinned, idiotically. "I saw you going to old Mister Macallister's house!"

"And you've been waiting all this time?" Doris glanced at her watch; she'd been inside the sensuous old man's cottage for nearly two hours. "What did you want to see me for?"

He licked his thick lips, moved out from behind the bush. "Fuck," he said. "I wanted to fuck your cunt, Doris-doll!" And she looked down, saw the immense shaft projecting from his open pants. As usual, his cock was in a state of erection.

Doris' face paled. "But here…" she panted, her eyes flickering around them, "not here, Willis!"

"Ya, here," he nodded eagerly, "nice soft grass, Doris-doll; soft and smooth to lie on." He moved up to her and she took an instinctive step back. "Lie down, Doris-doll – open your white legs, let me fuck your cunt!"

"No, Willis, no – I don't want it!" Doris panted, moving back.

His face looked unhappy and angry. "Last night, Doris-doll – last night you…"

"That was different," she cut in. "Don't think you can just grab hold of me whenever you feel like it," her breasts shook with indignation, "just because your cock gets hard doesn't mean you can rape me!"

His face set in a stubborn expression. "Wanna fuck," he said like a peevish child, "wanna fuck your cunt, Doris-doll!"

"No!" she snapped.

He pushed at her and she almost fell. "You're my doll – my Mama said you're my doll!" He pushed again and this time Doris lost her balance, fell onto a grassy hillock on her back. Her skirt was around her waist and Willis stared at the tightly stretched panties, still damp at the crotch. His words had startled her. "Your mother said that!"

He was staring at her crotch. "You're wet there, Doris – all wet!"

"What did your mother say?" she asked urgently.

He grinned. "Mama said I can fuck your pussy!"

Red spots of anger appeared in Doris' cheeks. What do they think I am? "Well, your precious Mama's wrong!" she snapped.

Willis dropped down beside her, and a long fingernail ripped at her panties, splitting them open at the crotch.

"No, Willis, no!" Doris panted.

He pressed his hand into the opening, found her saturated pussy, clawed inside it, clumsily, painfully.

"You're hurting me," she panted, wriggling out of his reach.

He looked at her, breathing hard through his nose. "Wanna fuck!" he mumbled.

"No!"

He rolled himself toward her with surprising speed; before Doris knew what he was going to do he had twisted her face down on the grass. She felt him lifting her skirt and felt the cool air on her bottom; he moved the torn panties off her buttocks then brought down his hand in a slap.

"Owww!" The startled gasp of pain shot from Doris' lips. She was startled as much as hurt.

He slapped down again and his hand sank into the soft flesh, leaving a red mark on each palpitating cheek.

"Don't," she moaned. "Owww, don't, Willis, don't!"

He slapped again, watching her buttocks wriggling about as she squirmed herself, trying to get away. He spanked her bottom more viciously and she opened and closed her thighs in pain and frustration.

"Stop spanking me," she pleaded. "You're hurting my bottom!"

He laughed. "You're my doll – I can do what I want with my doll!"

He spanked her bottom again.

Frantically, Doris twisted her eyes sideways. He was sitting beside her while he administered his punishment. His cock was huge and she saw it swell and twitch each time his hand slapped onto her helpless flesh.

Stealthily, Doris stretched out her hand touched the massive organ.

Willis flinched, made a sound of surprise, then his hand spanked down onto her red and throbbing bottom again.

Doris curled her fingers round the swollen cock. "Urgh!" Willis groaned deep in his throat and his legs seemed to tense. He slapped her bare skin again, but not so hard this time. Doris barely made a whimper – but her hand moved on his cock. It was slimy with its own secretion and her fingers glided gently up and down. Willis pressed himself back and his shaft seemed to grow longer, thicker. Doris drew the skin down from its head, watched the red ball slide out. The sight excited her; her hand moved more quickly.

He spanked her again, but she was hardly aware of it. Her bottom was deadened by the series of slaps it had received. Her attention was riveted on the throbbing organ within her hand. She squeezed, slid her hand down, up again. Willis made an animal-like sound. She turned the head of the organ so that she was staring into the slitted lips in its head; it was so long that it seemed only inches from her face. She massaged it, watching the lips spew open, squeeze closed, then open again. A sound of pleasure oozed from Willis' throat and his hand rested on a cheek of her bottom, not moving, not spanking any more.

She massaged his cock sensuously; slowly then quickly, hearing the grating sobs pant from his throat.

"Urgh, Doris…" he gasped. "Urgh, Doris!"

Her hand moved more quickly; she felt the veined walls expanding, contracting and the pulsating inside became fiercer.

"I-I'm gonna shoot!" His voice went up high.

She squeezed as tightly as she could; felt the cock squirming, jerking in her hand – then thick spurts of juice shot from the open slitted lips, hitting her face – then shooting again, thickly, sickeningly, obscenely.

Willis had dropped onto his back; his hand had slid off her abused bottom. Now he raised and lowered his buttocks as the dregs of his lust flowed down his cock, squirted from the lips onto his Doris-doll's face.

Crazily, Doris felt her clitoris jerking wildly when the thick droplets of juice hit her mouth. She slid out her tongue, tasted the thick fluid. The taste repelled but excited her at the same time.

She looked at Willis; his eyes were open and he was staring at her. "I-I'm sorry, Doris-doll," he mumbled.

His words reminded her; she reached to her bottom, felt the bruised cheeks, tenderly. "I-I'm all sore. My bummie's so bruised!"

"I-I'm sorry, Doris-doll," he said again. Now that she had appeased his lust by masturbating him with her hand, he was quiet and apologetic.