Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

Marion squirmed on the couch, and now her hand resumed its place over her eyes, while she turned her head towards the back of the couch so as to hide from me. Her free hand was now clenched, the nails dug into her dainty palm, as no doubt she tried to steel herself against all these new sensations which, although she had been a married woman for three years, she had never tasted until this very afternoon.

Continuing to cup her bubbie with my left hand, I now moved my right down over her belly, caressing it in a most soothing manner. Her thighs were still clenched, and nervous spasms made the muscles flex exquisitely under the warm, olive skin, quite visible through the fine gauge of her black silk stockings. As my right hand lowered down to the abdomen where her black silky love-hairs began to flourish, she uttered a gasp and again her free hand clutched at mine.

“Do that again,” I told her,” and over the stool you go, Marion, and you will have at least twenty cuts over your naked bottom, so be warned.”

At this she drew her hand away as if she had touched a red-hot stove, and now covered her face with both hands, shivering in a paroxysm of apprehension and nervous titillation. I thereupon resumed my sucking and tonguing of her swollen and darkened nipple, while I passed my right hand over the plump mound of her cunt, and I began to stroke the silky thick curls which veiled that amorous orifice.

I felt her thighs stiffen as she summoned all her muscles to her defense. My forefinger entered through the thicket and found the moist twitching outer labia of her cunt. “Ohh! Oh, please don’t tickle me there! Please don’t, Jack,” she moaned, and again she rushed a hand to grasp at my wrist.

“You know what I promised you, Marion,” I said sternly. “I am going to tie you down over the stool very firmly and give you a whipping you won’t forget for disobeying my orders.”

“Oh, Jack, please-Oh, please don’t! Please don’t be cruel to me now. You’ve already whipped me so hard-please don’t, Jack! It’s all so new to me, Jack Please be merciful to me and don’t wh-whip me again,” she pleaded brokenly.

“Then will you give me your solemn word not again to restrain me or make me take my hand away while I am preparing you for love, Marion?” I demanded.

“Y-yes-ohh, I never dreamed a man could do such things to a woman-oh, hurry then, before I die of my shame,” Marion groaned.

Thus given carte blanche , I nibbled at her swollen nipple for a bit, then let my right forefinger slip between the fleshy, moist outer lips of her slit to find her clitoris. The moment I touched it, she uttered a sobbing gasp of “Ohh, please, you mustn’t tickle me there, you’ll kill me, you’ll drive me crazy touching me there! Oh Jack, if you’ve any feeling for me at all, don’t do that!”

“It’s because I do have feeling for you that I do what I do, so let’s have no more complaints, my girl, or it will be over the stool with a vengeance,” I warned.

All this while, dear reader, I could feel the rigidity of my prick savagely insisting upon alleviation, but fortunately I was able to master the urge, because I knew what delicious bliss I could accomplish by purposeful prolongation with my beautiful, enervated captive.

My forefinger began to graze her clitoris this way and that, till finally with a sobbing groan, Marion lifted up her knees and dug her stockinged heels into the couch, flexing her muscles and wriggling her toes in a very dither of sensual awareness. Her head also began to move restlessly from side to side, and now she had removed her hands from her face and had them clenched just to the side of her panting bubbies. I moved forward to attack her left breast now, my lips at once attacking the perky bud, sucking and nibbling at it, while my tongue tip flicked at it repeatedly. Her low groans and sobbing little whimpering cries excited me enormously, and it was all I could do to remain deliberately calm so I could be the mentor and guide to Marion’s first really cooperative fuck.

This new attack brought me into closer proximity with Marion’s naked flesh, and she gasped again as my forefinger pressed her clitoris down into its secretive lair of pink, moist warm loveflesh. I heard her groan, “Ohh my Lord! Ohh!” and then her knees clamped and her bottom squirmed in an unmistakable rhythm of response. My finger and the cantharides had begun to waken her long-rejected passions to the kindling point; I had now ignited a fire in her womb which needs must be put out with the extinguishing jet of my virile spunk. But I wished that blaze to be so incendiary that it would consume her entirely and thus purge her forevermore of her affected aloofness.

My tongue rubbed against her throbbing nipple as I sucked and loudly kissed the sweet turgid bud. Now my left hand slipped under her shoulders, and our bodies thus conjoined. Her knees swung apart and her stockinged heels rubbed erratically back and forth over the surface of the couch as she became gradually overpowered by the myriad sensations teeming in her matrix. Yet deliberately I continued to frig her stiffened lovebutton, which would soon knell the doom of her prodigious chastity. For that chastity came out of denial of self as well as denial by the stupid selfishness of her former husband, and I had no pity on it because it would destroy her and sour and dry her up before her time. I meant her to burgeon as a true woman, perhaps more passionate even than lovely Alice had become.

Now I left her bubbies to glide my lips down her waist and to her belly, pausing lingeringly at her sweet navel, which I licked all around with the tip of my tongue, as she arched and squealed, “Aaahh! What are you doing to me, Jack? I can’t stand all this-I’m going to faint, I know I am!”

Every time my finger pressed down her clitoris, her body jerked and arched and wriggled in the most fascinating way. And then-oh, miracle of conversion-I suddenly felt her arms grasp my neck, but not in hostility. Her fingers were trembling as they pressed against my flesh with a kind of pleading urge to go on with what I was doing. And thus Marion first gave me her womanly accolade, which bestowed on me the right and the might to topple her citadels of prudery, pernicious chastity, and hypocritical frigidity!

I glanced at her as I continued to suck and nibble at her left bubbie-bud, the while my right forefinger continued its titillation of her turgid clitoris. Her eyes were wide and glassy now, and it was not entirely the effect of the cantharides which had brought this about. Her nostrils flared and shrank interminably and her lips were parted and moist, her face turned slowly from side to side as if seeking restlessly some point of comfort, some fulcrum of repose which was denied her. But her lovely slim hands were clasped together just above her bosom and her fingers were twisting nervously in her stress. My chest pressed down upon her right bare bubbie, and I felt to my exultation the shuddering upheaval of that luscious globe, the rasping friction of her stiffened dark coral nipple against my prickling skin. For a moment I left off tickling her lovebutton so that I might frig the inner lips of her cunt, and Marion moaned, “Ohh, Jack, Oh dear God, I can’t stand it, I just can’t, I’m going to faint, I know I shall!”

“Are you ready to be had, then, my dear?” I hoarsely asked her, for I must admit that by now my own powers of control were waning fast.

“Oh yes, yes. Do what you want to me, before I go mad with all this torture,” she gasped.

“Then you must ask me to fuck you, Marion,” I replied. How I savored that graphic, colorful word, which conjures up in the mind all the salacious images of welded bodies, straining flesh, soft trembling lips and flaring nostrils, the sweet dig of agitated supple fingers under the tension of lustful frictional impalement!