Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

“Jack, what are you making of me-what have you done to me-Ahh! Ohh! How it tickles, how it burns me there!” she panted as my forefinger now returned to frig her swollen love-button. Her knees rose further into the air, her stockinged heels digging restlessly at the couch, spurning it as once she had wished to spurn me in her vengeful and haughty mood. But now this spurning was of a different caliber, induced by the womanly pangs which now beset her vitals. Now she had been stripped to the moment of truth and it was approaching for her in the devastating and over-powering compulsion of all her carnal lusts! For assuredly she felt these, just as I, the male dominator, experienced the glory of my virile rut.

“I want to hear you say that, Marion, or I shall have recourse to the whip again,” I warned. Tell me you are ready to be fucked, my beauty. Ask me humbly and sweetly to fuck you, Marion!”

And with this, I gouged my forefinger between the inner lips and on into her tight, warm sheath, exactly as I meant to do with my fulminating prick.

Her hips weaved and jerked about, then her knees flung out, only to clamp shut again as she arched up her pelvic basin to the inroads of my fingers. It was as if she had given up the struggle and was now yielding up her body to its own volition, its own greedy and hungry quest for satisfaction. No longer could stately, haughty Marion boast of the veneer which had protected her and at once blighted her married life. Now she was melted into wanton flesh and throbbing sinews and nerves and hot veins and pulsing membranes that burned with a single furious fire… the fire of uninhibited lust!

“Aahh-oh, Jack-Oh my Lord-yes, ooohhh-don’t tickle me there any more, please-oh yes, f-fuck me instead, oh yes, please fuck me now!” at last my beautiful captive averred in a sobbing, husky voice!

I mounted onto the couch, lying on my left side towards her, slipping my left arm under her shoulders, and I pressed on her trembling lips the most passionate of kisses. Her lips opened under mine, and I delved my tongue in between them to take prompt and gracious advantage of her sweet, helpless invitation. A shudder seized her as my right hand boldly glided round her hip and under her firm juicy bottom, reveling in its warmth from the lashing and from the additional glow of her own smoldering womanly passions.

“Put your left arm around me, Marion,” I commanded, and was obeyed. “Now with your other hand feel for yourself to what a state you have brought my cock.”

“Oh, I could never do that-don’t make me do such a thing-oh, you wicked man to ask so much of a helpless woman! Aren’t you satisfied with this? You have shamed and disgraced me, defeated me, and I have begged you to do that to me which I never thought I would want any man to do again, after Harry-and still you are not satisfied?” she sobbed.

Now was the time for me to be harsh and relentless with my captive, if ever I wished to make her my love slave, and that was why I cynically retorted, “I can as easily strap you down on this couch with your bottom upturned to the whip if you continue to act like a spoiled and pampered child! Reach down your hand and take hold of my cock. You are going to guide it to your cunt, Marion. Yes, your cunt, my girl. Did your famous Harry ever use that word, Marion?”

“Ohh!” she gasped in an aghast tone, her eyes fixed on me in anguished appeal.

“What did he call it, then?” I asked, as I seized her hand and brought it down upon my stalwart prick.

“Oh, don’t make me tell you-Oh, please take me, have me but don’t shame me in this unendurable way, Jack!” Marion whimpered.

I forced her hand down upon my hard, rigid weapon. She tried to draw it away, but I held it in a vise of steel as I went on: “Grasp it Feel it. Put your fingers over it, and learn its dimensions. Squeeze it gently. It will soon be inside of you, my girl, and you must know its measure and girth so as to prepare yourself for it.”

Trembling, her slim long fingers gripped my bulging shaft and-oh what delicious pleasure was in that sweet touch of hers-doubtless the first time she had so held a man in all her life, even as wife and consort.

“I will not only use the whip on your bottom, I will use a feather in between the cheeks of that impertinent backside,” I threatened. “Speak. Tell me how he described that place I have been tickling. At once!”

I felt her fingers convulsively clutch against my prong as she forced herself to utter in a dying voice, “My-my p-pussy. Oh, Jack, now you know everything about me, you have all my dreadful secrets, and I am so ashamed!”

“Shame is exactly what turned you into a hateful jade, Marion,” I declaimed. “From this moment on I shall change all that. And now prepare yourself for fucking, my beauty. Go ahead, pass your fingers all over my cock and balls. Discover for yourself what is going into that tight, eager cunt of yours-for I know it is eager now. You cannot deny any longer your own desires, for your flesh betrays you, Marion.”

She put her hand over her eyes again, while with the other she docilely though hesitantly palpated my aching prong. I kissed her trembling lips and then the hollow at her throat, where I could feel the triphammer, pressing pulse in the feverish cadence of her life-rhythm. Her skin was moist and sweet as never before, and her naked body writhed and squirmed on the couch, and now the cantharides were doing their work along with her first honest affirmation of her sensual yearnings:

“Now prepare yourself for the sacrifice, Marion,” I told her. Then I mounted between her quivering stockinged legs, kneeling and lowering myself towards her, my prick bobbing like a cork on an angry sea as I commanded, “Take your hand and open up that sweet, inviting cunt of yours to welcome me!”

She groaned and turned her face to one side, but all the same, her sweet, trembling hand did as bidden. Oh wonder of delight, to watch this transformation in a virago who had become a passionate and submissive slave in so short a span!

Guiding my cock with my right hand, I approached it to the pink, twitching, moist aperture and let the broad head of my spear engage itself just inside the lobby of her exquisite cunt Then, tightening my grip under her shoulders with my left arm, I slowly lowered myself. As she felt my pride press between the inner lips of her citadel, Marion uttered a sobbing groan: “Oh, Jack! Oh my Lord! Jack, Jack!” and then suddenly, miraculously, her bare arms enfolded me as if to bring me down upon her. Her eyes closed, her head flung back, her nostrils flaring and shrinking wildly, my sister-in-law to be thus symbolically gave up the final vestige of her resistance and welcomed the man she had sworn to defame and degrade and destroy!

I slowly felt myself sink to the very balls inside that narrow sheath, and words cannot depict the thousand and one raptures I felt in gouging along that heavenly channel of Venus. My left hand passed under her bottom, to support as well as steer her, to inculcate in her the meaning of the thousand subtle signs by which a man informs his lover of his pace, his gait, his cadence in the sweet art of fucking. Her fingertips pressed harshly into my back, and this too was an additional joy to me. For it was as if she had been reborn and was awaiting tensely and vibrantly the moment of voracious passion to which her beauty entitled her, to which her long-denied ardent personality had shaped her, only to be warped by the lusterless and selfish initiation of a doltish husband.

Slowly I drew myself back to the very brink of her cunt, and a long gasp evinced her pleasure in this maneuver. My lips on hers, my tongue delving repeatedly along the roof and the gums of her mouth, I savored her sweet nectar, while my prick foraged with long slow digs to the very ell-length of my weapon and then back to the quaking portals that guarded the way into her mature matrix.