Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (44 page)

Lenore wagged her finger at her boyfriend. She mouthed,
“Naughty, naughty boy.”

Rory wagged his finger and mouthed back,
“Naughty, naughty girlfriend.”

“Well then, my adulterous little slut… Since you have chosen to chain yourself to the Master’s bed, The Master will pleasure himself with your unfaithful flesh. Take the slut’s pussy, Rory.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Rory pressed his penis into the splayed interviewee, eliciting a muted, “ohhh…” and a pleasured grimace from the married woman.

“Now… Do you mean to tell me, Mrs. Dearing, that your husband fully understands the nature of your potential employment?”

“Yes… Ma’am,” Marla groaned. “My husband attended my last interview with The Master. He signed the confidentiality agreement with me. He and Master St. Cloud probed my qualifications for several hours.”

“Oooh! An
unrepentant,
adulterous little slut! Getting fucked by two men at the same time! Pump her, Rory! Two times for two dirty boys.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Rory pumped twice, resulting in a more pronounced, “Ohhh God!” from the captive.

“Is your husband truly prepared to share you with Rory and me whenever we require your service?”

“Morning, noon, and night, Ma’am. He has just one request, if it would please you. He believes many hands make light work. He would like to personally service you, Ma’am... from time to time… assuming he also meets your approval.”

“Oh, I LOVE this whore, Rory! Two more
hard
pumps, please!”

Rory complied, withdrawing slowly and then ramming on his return. Marla groaned loudly. A single bead of sweat broke on her brow.

“This is interesting, my darling little whore. You claim to have attended Paulson College.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I did.”

“Rory, dear, fuck this worthless whore until I tell you to stop. But go slowly, Rory! Make the whore desire you. Make gentle love to her. Make her forget her pathetic boy of a husband and desire only you. I want her to wish she could hold you, to wrap her legs around you. Fuck her slowly… Very slowly…”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Rory slipped his cock in and out of Marla’s saturated box, settling into a gentle, hip-rolling rhythm. Marla moaned in exquisite agony. She longed to put her hands on his back, to embrace him, to make love to him in return. The best she could do was receive his invasion without complaint.

Lenore sat quietly, watching her man build the assistant’s yearning, watching him do to Marla what he did so skillfully to Lena and Lenore. Lenore masturbated.

Marla moaned loudly. Lenore slapped her leg with the crop.

“QUIET, BITCH! I did not give you permission to experience pleasure! Remain silent while The Master fucks you!”

“Yes… Ohhhhh… Yes, Ma’am...” Marla sniveled.

“I do not remember seeing you at Paulson, yet you claim that we graduated the very same year. I cannot believe this! A woman as beautiful as you? I would have noticed you! Why is it I never saw you, whore?”

“You may not have seen me, Ma’am, but… But I saw you. Every day… For all four years… I watched you. My maiden name was Shaughnessy. I lived near the elevator.”

Lenore’s eyes lit up, recalling the geeky, chubby, glass-wearing recluse to whom she never gave a second thought. The creepy, crawly caterpillar had emerged from her cocoon as a stunning, toned, contact-wearing, red-headed butterfly.

“AHHH YES! Now I remember you! The girl in 1402! But… I never saw much of you. And… You were heavier then… And you had long, wavy hair and… And you always wore thick glasses, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am. That was me. You never saw me because I always hid from you. Every time I saw you or heard you coming, I hid. But sometimes, I would follow you into the bathroom as you went in for your shower and I would peek at you around the curtain. You are so beautiful, Ma’am. The most beautiful woman in the world. And I was always so afraid of you. All of us were afraid of you. I wanted you every day, but I knew I could never have you. I wanted to kiss you… To touch you… I dreamed of making love to you. I would lie in my bed at night and fuck myself, fantasizing that I was making love to you. But… You never left Lena’s side. You never knew anyone else existed other than Lena. Ohhh… I want you so much, Ma’am. I’ve wanted you for years, Ma’am…”

“OOOH! I LOVE that answer! My horny, little stalker is chained to your bed, Rory! Fuck this whore harder!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Rory picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, torqueing the future assistant’s pussy after each downward motion. Marla gave back guttural grunts and groans as their unfaithful flesh blended.

“Well, Mrs. Dearing, this has been most enlightening, but now I must know more. I cannot give you a position with our house simply because you want to make love to me.
Everyone
wants to make love to me. It is the curse of my beauty. So let us talk about your other qualifications. You claim to have attended MIT for your MBA. Now — aside from stalking me — why would you want to work at Staffordshire when there are so many top companies at which a beautiful, brilliant whore like you could easily sleep your way to the top? And please, dear… No stalk-talk. I must hear some other reason…”

Marla struggled to clear her mind, a carnal ooze suffocating rational thought. Between her captivity… Rory’s humping… Marla's breathing became labored, each bottoming of Rory’s slit-stretching member eliciting loud “Uhhhn” and “Ohhhh” reactions from the new assistant.

It felt like as good a time as any to toy with Lenore. Marla could not tell how long she could hold out before succumbing to a certain orgasm. “Because… I wanted… Ohhh… to meet... Ohhh… and… Oh fuck! and… Fuck… a wealthy, married man. I want… Ohhhh… to fuck him till… Ohhhh God… he can’t think… Huh… Huh… then I... OH FUCK! I will… OH FUCK!... steal him from his bitchy… FUCK! …supermodel... Ohhh shit! …wife.”

Lenore burst with laughter, slapping Rory’s ass with the crop. Rory winced and lurched into Marla. She choked on her saliva.

“That answer did not please me, you wandering cunt! Try again.”

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhh… Fuck me, Rory! Because… Because… Ohhhh…. I’m horny all… I’m horny… Ohhhh God! ALL the time… Ohhhhhh… and I want… Ohhhh… Fucked… OH FUCK! …staff and… and… I want… Oh my God, Rory! Yesss… Harder Rory! and… I want… HOH! Paid… Pay… OHHHHH…”

Lenore again slapped Rory’s ass with her crop. Rory rammed Marla with shocking force, painfully jerking her ankles against the manacles and chains.

“Shall we try again, my pathetic little slut?”

Marla hung on at the brink, tipping toward release. “Oh! I can’t… Ma’am! I can't…. I have to come… Please, Lenore! I have to come!”

The nascent dominatrix rocketed to the surface, shattering the few lingering remnants of proper, elegant, dignified Lenore. The Mistress violently threw the resume and paperwork across the room, dove to the bed, and crushed her mouth to Marla’s. Loose papers fluttered across the bed as Lenore kissed the interviewee intrusively, sucking greedily on Marla's tongue. She sucked in Marla’s lower lip and pulled away, stretching the applicant’s face mercilessly. Lenore demanded more of her new assistant.

“MY NAME IS NOT LENORE, you miserable whore! I am your MISTRESS! So try again, you horny… Fucking… WHORE! Answer your MISTRESS!”

Lenore loved the sensation of domination, falling completely, unreservedly into character. The girl said she feared the supermodel. Perfect. Lenore would feed her fear.

“I’ll… Fuck! I’ll… Oh fuck! try… Ma’am… Huh! Huh!”

Rory’s blistering assault on Marla’s pussy made every word a study in labor for the Paulson sister.

“My sister… Huh Huh… From Paulson… Sonia… Told me… Ohhhhh!... Working… Oooohhhh… Would… Huh Huh… Would… Ohhh… Lifetime... Yesss… Oh yes… Oh God, Rory! YES! Like that! Pleasure… Huh Huh… She… Huh Huh… That I… Huh Huh Huh… For you… Ohhhh FUCK! OH FUCK! Husband… Wants… Yesssss… Rory… Oh yes… YES… OH RORY! RIGHT THERE… YESSSSS!... We would…”

Marla threw in the towel.

“OH MA’AM… OH GOD! Please… Ohhh… Fuck… Oh fuck… PLEASE! I’m begging you, Ma'am! PLEASE! Have The Master make me come! I have to come! Please, Mistress! Make me come! PLEASE!”

Lenore reached under and grabbed Rory’s chin, jerking his face to the side. She shouted. “Fuck this bitch, Rory! Fuck her! Fuck this pathetic little whore! Fuck her until she comes, you dirty, unfaithful boy!”

Lenore’s mindless urgency focused Rory fully on the task. He pummeled Marla, leaving her in a mounting state of ecstatic anticipation after each collision.

“Oh fuck me! Ohhhhh... Yessssss! Ohhhhh… Yessss! Oh, please! Faster! Ohhh my God! Ohhh my God! Oh my God! Ohhh GOD!”

Wild-eyed, Lenore licked Rory’s cheek, slapped his face, and shouted her demand. “You heard this whore, Rory. I want to hear her SCREAM! I want to hear her SCREAM your name! Make her SCREAM your name, Rory! Take this unfaithful little whore’s pussy from her! Own her pussy! Steal her from her husband!”

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck me, Rory! Fuck me!”

“YES, Rory! That’s what I want to hear! I want to hear my assistant scream my filthy boy’s name!”

Lenore slapped Rory’s ass repeatedly with her crop, timing each blow to his withdrawal from Marla’s cunt. Each wincing slap to his clenched glutes thrust him back in.

“Oh shit! Oh Rory, You are... Yes! There! Yes there! Keep going! Right there! There! There! YES! OHMIGOD!”

Rory torpedoed Marla’s tunnel, watching Lenore’s frantic masturbation off to the side every time Marla cried out his name.

A vision flashed across Rory’s eyes, of beautiful, innocent, naïve Alicia Drummond, of her joy as Rory gently made love to her in the vacant mansion’s master bedroom, of their mutual, willing receipt of each other’s virginity, of Alicia’s joy and excitement over the fairytale images above ground, of Alicia’s terror upon encountering the dungeon and all it’s fairytale-shattering depravity, of Alicia running through the house screaming, naked, pounding on the windows of the limousine, begging the chauffeur to take her home, and of Rory writing a $250,000 check to Alicia’s father as generous compensation for her “trouble.”

As Rory humped Lenore’s new assistant, dripping sweat to the adulterous slut’s chest, the image of his fiance’s relaxed acceptance of her role setting his mind at ease, he smiled.

“OHHHHHHHHHH… MYYYYYY… GOD!”

Marla bit her lower lip and surged forth in a shuddering orgasm. Her shaking legs strained against the shackles, her arms jerking futility against their manacles.

Rory pulled out, holding his release. He fell beside Marla on the bed, his Johnson barely sheathed by the condom. He made love to the personal assistant with such fury, he nearly worked the condom free inside her twat.

Lenore fingered herself to a nice, little orgasm while her boyfriend fornicated with the auburn-haired assistant. Lenore shivered with climax, closing her eyes and rolling her head side to side.

“Rory… Dear…” Lenore panted.

“Yesss...” he panted.

“Do you… Have any… Prosthetic… Devices in this room?”

“Prosthetic devi...?” The light went on. “Yes, as a matter of fact we do. In that cabinet to your left. I think you will find something of interest on the bottom shelf.”

There would be no rest for the weary applicant. Lenore had more in store. Lenore opened the door to the cabinet just to the left of the headboard, uncovering several shelves brimming with dildos, vibes, lubes and other sex aids. On the lowest shelf, she found the object of her desire; A strap-on adorned with a thick, rippling, up-curved, black dildo. As Lenore removed the toy from the cabinet, a unique kink presented itself. The device included a second, identical cock properly angled for insertion into the wearer. A vibrating, clit-stimulating nubbin sat in the perfect location to send a dom into the stratosphere.

“Hmmm… Rory… Who selected
this
little number?”

Lenore fondled and stroked the device with her hands. Staring at Rory, she slipped one of the cocks into her mouth and sucked. Her pulse accelerated, anticipating the sensation of fucking the applicant while fucking herself with the toy at the same time. Rory’s dong dinged.

“Ah, my dear. That would also be Sonia’s doing.”

“Rory, darling, I hope you will not mind me taking possession of both assistants. Sonia’s taste is exquisite and Mrs. Dearing is a darling.”

“I am certain something can be arranged, my love. Just leave me some scraps, please.”

Lenore sneered at Marla as the assistant’s breathing settled. “Rory, dear, I believe it is time for Marla to give us a blind taste test. Your cock -vs- this device.”

Rory invoked the spirit of Dirty Harry. “Go ahead, Lenore. Make my fucking day.”

Lenore procured a tube of lube from the cabinet and slopped up the double-headed monster. She slipped her legs through the straps and brought the head of the wearer’s dildo to her pussy. Teasing herself, she slipped the cock in and out more than a dozen times, huffing and puffing, her body accepting the faux fucker.