Her buttocks wriggled, weaved and shook in every possible agitation; her belly ground lubriciously against his own and now her cry of ecstasy was echoed by his own! “Marie! Oahhhhhhhh! Marie, here it comes! Get ready… it’ll drown your wonderful pussy oh… oh… darling Marrrriiiieeee!”
And Marcia, her eyes wide with aghast shame and apprehension for what torments this unleashing of lust might have in store for her, saw a body quake with tremendous assertion, his mouth descend fiercely on the parted, tremulous lips of the golden-haired inamorata and yield himself completely to the rapturous duality of communing orgasm, which caught their naked bodies in a whirlpool of sensual achievement and carried them to that oblivion of bliss which is beyond the world of mundane actuality!
They sank down, exhausted, motionless, he lying full weight upon her, she spreading her legs so wide that Marcia blushed for very shame to reckon what her maid must thus expose and proffer to his masculine possession.
And then, after a long moment, he roused himself from that delicious, voluptuous lassitude which is the aftermath of glorious fuckprowess and clambered from the bed, awaiting her awakening.
She turned her head; her lips and eyes bespoke their gratitude for heaven on earth, which, through the medium of his gristly ramrod and his lips and tongue and maddening fingers, he had brought to her naked, girlish flesh!
And she held out her milky, quivering arms to him, coquettishly averting her gaze now, but stealing provocative glances at his flushed face beneath drooping, golden lashes which veiled her beautifully humid, widened blue eyes.
And he took her wrists and gently raised her from the bed of love.
And, steadying her within his stalwart arms, he kissed her mouth, her eyes, her dainty nose, in his own gratitude for this delicious, willing, unashamed appeasement of his dominating lust fervor.
Then, he turned and, to Marcia’s astonishment, led Marie along with him, she slipping one arm around his waist and gazing up at him with languorous countenance and crimsoning cheeks.
Naked they came… slowly… advancing toward the pinioned and speechless, horrified and humiliated debutante.
And then they faced her and through the mask she saw Georges’ eyes cool and contemplative upon her body, magnificent in its sheathed captivity, enhanced by the spread eagling of her svelte arms, which accentuated the rise and fall, the arc, the sensual vibrancy, of her breasts her breasts which had never nurtured a lover, never yielded to sincere emotion… turrets of pristine and chill disdain!
Turning to Mane, he said and in a voice that chilled Marcia to the heart, “Think she learned something, honey?”
And, to her horror, Marie responded, coolly, “She will need further lessons, darling and even then we may have to drive in their moral through her fastidious skin!”
“Urghahhhhh!” groaned Marcia, her eyes wild, her face contorted, for there was an aura of imminent doom which menaced her, which already cast presentiments of terror and startled dread in her hitherto comparatively diffident soul.
Her eyes saw-and dilated at the sight-the diminished male rod of lust, between this masked stranger’s hairy, sinewy legs, drooping, satiated with its appeasement in the temple whose grotto of delight was hidden by the golden foliage which triangled Marie’s tempting pussycrotch. She saw that organ of the male, dank with the love-dew of commingling cunt and cock, viscous with the aftermath of illusion and passionate achievement of that illusion… she saw Marie’s bosom swell, with a gradual, sensual rhythm that contrasted with the agitated, heaving turbulence before the rites of love had been completed and she saw with her horrified eyes-those eyes which her rich parents had kept sheltered from unpleasant sights-how a woman who yields herself willingly to true male ardor is fulfilled and enhanced in her warm and languid beauty, in that state of drowsy lassitude where all the nerves are at peace and recall with thrilling memory the delirious heights to which passion’s meteor had raised them.
But how to explain the sudden change of Marie’s tone, once so submissive and humbly deferential, now assured-yes, even dominating-and to discuss her employer so impersonally; and how was it that the masked stranger seemed to take so great an interest in Marie’s mistress’s educational aptitudes? Oh, it was enigmatic and it had, been so ever since she had found the chauffeur unresponsive to her command to take the shortcut to the place where her guests and friends awaited her blossoming forth into social prestige.
Really, it became irksome as well as emotionally nerve-wracking to be tied and gagged like this to watch Marie prostitute herself; since the slut at least had managed to get this handsome stranger intrigued by means of playing the whore, well, then, she, Marcia, would take advantage of the situation and get him in his gratitude for Marie’s acquiescence to take her back to her parents poor Mamma, she must be half dead with fright and she could see her father, worried, harried, phoning frantically to have the police and his private detective service on her trail to rescue her.
There was, to be sure, for her egotistical psyche, a certain thrill, in feeling herself the heroine just as if it were a story, they would rescue her, she would have her party, where she could lord it over all her friends by saying, “My dears, would you believe it, I was kept prisoner in a house of ill repute … it was quaint, dears, really it was!”-and she would have Marie fired the moment they reached home safely.
But now the masked ravisher was speaking-.well, she would listen, he would tire of the game, release her and then she would heap coals of indignant fire on his head for daring to treat her, Marcia Thomaston, in this abusive way! “She is, as you imply, somewhat obtuse to reason,” came his cool, suave voice, “so perhaps it would be best to simplify matters without more ado and prepare her as we planned!”
That voice…
That tone… half mocking, half serious… polished…
No… it was impossible! “You’re right, darling,” said Marie and as she stood, shamelessly naked before Marcia’s roseate face, her left arm around her lover’s rippling waist, she passed her right hand toward his loins and, to Marcia’s consternation, propped up the limpened penis-head with the tips of her dainty fingers and said, “Such a sturdy fellow and such good fun, too! What a pity she doesn’t know how healthy a hot fuck would be for her-better than the baths at Hot Springs a thousand times over and so much less expensive, really!”
And, purposely, her last phrase imitated to a T the affectatious tone and words of Marcia herself!
And the incredible foulness of Marie’s reference to-that-which she had been forced to watch against her patrician will…
The masked amorist regarded Marcia with a steady gaze and then, as a slow smile curved on his sensual lips, he said, “For you, Marcia, the comedy is over… and the drama begins!”
And, raising his left hand quickly, he doffed the mask!
Marcia almost fainted from the shock.
It was Gregory Matthews… her most persistent suitor!
He allowed her a moment to recover her color, which had paled to a deathly white and when her eyes regarded him, a thousand questions mingling and burning her widened gaze, he nodded.
“Yes, my love, Gregory Matthews, your devoted suitor, at your service! Allow me, sweet Marie… I must observe the amenities!”
And as Marie retreated her soft hand from his limp, sperm-dampened organ, he bowed low, mockingly, before the haughty Marcia and holding his thumb and right forefinger around the tip of his penis, made it jog its head in carnal courtesy to this patrician debutante! “Good evening, my sweet Marcia! I trust you enjoyed your little ride with me!”
Her eyes were pools of great liquid anguish and terror and incomprehension.
“Yes, pretty Marcia, I took the place of Henry at the wheel of your illustrious and expensive Cadillac! I persuaded him-you know how money has persuasive qualities-you should know, having paved your way through life with a well-laden purse. Well, my sweet, I mean to have you learn how much more beneficial a loaded cunt can be!”
“Like mine, sweetheart,” interposed Marie, flashing her lover a languorous gaze from between fluttering, golden lashes.
“Don’t compare your wonderful lovenook. with Marcia’s ice-cold hope chest,” he retorted with a smile; then, turning back to Marcia, he continued, “Yes; I had the honor of being your chauffeur. It was slightly on the order Of poetic justice, as you have taken me. for a much longer ride yourself!”
“Urgahhhhhhh!” groaned. Marcia, struggling at her bonds, but only succeeding in constricting the loop of cord around her tensing neck.
“It is a miracle to have you reduced to verbal silence, darling,” Gregory id her, “for I can at leisure observe the delights of your body. I must say your gown becomes you very much. We must see, of course, whether your body becomes you without the gown!”
“Mmmmurrrrhhhhhh!” groaned the frantic girl, overcome by the startling discovery of her abductor’s identity. “To be sure, you owe much of your beauty to Marie’s diligent service, which you despise so openly. So you would have Marie flogged if you were a noblewoman, would you? I think I shall let you speak for yourself; you must have a great deal to say to me by now!”
And, stepping toward her, he loosened the kerchief around her mouth and then removed the gag.
Handing these handkerchiefs to Marie, he said, “Have these thrown into the fireplace and burn them. Having been contaminated by her pretentious mouth, they would be of no further service to us!”
The lovely, naked girl, her milky body accentuated in its rounded nudity by the sandals and stockings, smiled at Gregory and walked to the corner of the living room, where an open fireplace yawned and threw the silken gags into it. Then, slowly, with languorous undulation of her delicious belly and thighs and breasts, she returned to her lover’s side.
Marcia, eyes blazing, glared at her wealthy abductor and exclaimed, “You swine!
You… you… dared… to do this to me, tome!”
“And, if you please, who are you to use so haughty a tone to me, you insolent little fool?” said Gregory and, with the utmost calm, slapped her cheek with a vigorous crack of his open palm.
“Ohhhhhh!” gasped Marcia, overwhelmed, absolutely shattered in her poise and self-assurance.
“Well, now that we have that most urgent matter settled as to your identity, my pretty bitch,” said Gregory, “you are going to listen to a few well-chosen words of wisdom. For, if you will hold your tongue long enough-which I doubt your ability to do-you are going to find out a great many things. And, in your own welfare, I warn you to take heed of them, for your physical and mental comfort for the next few days depends on your reorientation. Have I made myself clear?”
“That you’re a monster, yes! Oh, just wait… just wait… till my father knows how you’ve treated me… how you’ve struck and abused and tortured me!
Just you wait, Gregory Matthews! You’ll be in jail so fast your head’ll swim!
I’ll have you blackballed from every social set in the country, you indecent, vicious person! And-and… that little hussy who dares to show her nakedness to me, her mistress, who employs her and pays her salary just so she can steal away with you and behave like the dirty little tramp she-ahhhhh!”