"Are you sure this is the place? It looks awfully fancy so far."
Kate looked down again at the instructions that Sam Dagon had written out for her. "Yes, it says turn right… I keep telling you, it probably is very fancy. Mr. Dagon has a great deal of money, I'm sure."
"O.K., O.K.. It just seems like we've been driving forever, that's all!" Tim felt in a very ill humor, although he was glad to have liquidated all of his problems with the apartment back in San Francisco without having to borrow to do it. Dagon had given them enough money as advance on both of their salaries to take care of everything. But now he was having second thoughts… wondering if he would really be able to write here as both Dagon and Kate, had assured him he would.
"Darling, will you relax…" Kate said. "Please! Everything is going to be all right!"
"I guess you're right, honey. I'm sorry… You've just got to admit, it's not everyday that a fellow… I mean a couple gets an offer like this!"
They had been driving for about five minutes when suddenly there appeared over the hill a weathervane atop a high turret, and then the turret itself and then rest of the luxurious Tudor mansion of stone and rough hewn wood.
"Whew!" Tim let out a long low whistle.
Kate drew in her breath sharply. She had expected it to be beautiful, but nothing like this! She shifted excitedly in her seat, peering out the window as the car continued along the winding road that led to the mansion. They passed horses grazing in fields and what appeared to be stables. Kate could hardly contain herself, it was fabulous! And she had told Tim to relax…! For days now she had been in high state of nervousness that she made every effort to conceal. When she had mentioned the whole project to Tim, she had never in a million years expected him to agree to it. And then she had to face with the problem of telling Sam about it when he appeared on schedule at Alfie's.
It had been hard to face him… to tell him that she would work for him after all when only the night before he had behaved like such a monster. How to reconcile the two things? She decided that a firm approach was the best, and she had launched into a long harangue about her morality which Sam Dagon promptly put an end to by telling her, "Kate, don't worry. You won't have to do anything you don't really want to do. Contrary to appearances last night, I don't believe in forcing people to do things against their will!"
Then after telling her he would meet with her and her husband the following day to arrange everything, he had abruptly returned to his lobster, leaving Kate a little bit embarrassed by her school girl speech. And now it looked as though everything was going to be just fine. They pulled up in front of the house and stopped, uncertain whether they should be going to that entrance or one of the others. But the big wooden door of the main entrance swung open and Sam came out to greet them. He was wearing a navy blazer and gold-colored foulard tied around his neck. His dark wavy hair glinted in the fading sunlight. Kate couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked… the Lord of the Manor! He was completely at ease, almost so casual that he made them nervous as he showed them around. He maintained a steady patter, almost as though he were a guide who had repeated the same phrases many times, while they tried not to gawk like tourists at the opulent surroundings.
A castle in the Tudor style… Dagon was saying, "My grandfather had these stones brought over piece by piece from England… a lot of the paneling, too. This room we call the Princess' Suite because my grandfather had a lady friend who was a princess whose name I am not at liberty to tell you just now. There are twenty-two rooms here, each one specially designed for the people who used to inhabit them at various times… that includes the old servants quarters, which I have had remodeled to make a rather comfortable apartment with offices on the second floor. This grand hall is rather wonderful isn't it… Those stained glass windows always give me pleasure. We keep the piano in good condition, although I don't play it, but my mother used to. Actually, the place is pretty much empty most of the time, except for the people who stay here to help me take care of it. Of course, I entertain fairly often, at which time the rooms may be filled for a day or so. Downstairs we have what I call the dungeon…" he continued leading them into a cavern-like area with rough rock walls. "It's the bar… you see… my own personal discotheque!" He flicked a switch and loud rock music came pouring out of hidden speakers in the walls.
"There is more… but you'll see all that later. Right now you must be tired… and we'll be having dinner shortly."
He led them back up stairs to the top floor where he showed them a luxurious suite of rooms that they were to call theirs for the duration of their stay.
"I want to get this straight right at the beginning," he told them just before he left, "I don't consider you as servants or even employees at all… you are my friends… and we will have our dinners and meals together as do my other guests. As for your functions in this household we will go into complete detail about enjoy yourselves while you're here… THAT is one of the primary rules of the house! Dinner in an hour folks… in the big dining room… oh yes, why not wear something special for your first evening here… after all, it is kind of a celebration."
He closed the big oak door behind him with a smile and he was gone.
"Whoopeeee!" Tim grabbed Kate up from the bed where she was sitting and whirled her around the room. "Oh, baby… we hit the jackpot this time… look at this room… and that sitting room… look at this place! It's a dream… don't pinch me whatever you do… I don't want to wake up." They pranced hysterically for a few minutes, giggling and shouting their excitement. Then they went through the three rooms and bath that they would occupy, looking in all the cabinets and drawers, examining the delicately carved woodwork and furniture. The windows were of leaded glass and the entire suite opened out over an enormous azure blue swimming pool below. Each room had French doors leading onto a stone terrace on which were placed colorful tables and chaises.
They were ecstatic and Kate was doubly happy because it was the first time in a long time that she had seen Tim so happy. Things had seemed to go wrong from the day or rather the night they were married, and he had shown her a dark, sullen side of his nature that she had never dreamed existed. She was inwardly proud of herself for having arranged this for them, and she hoped that Tim was giving her credit deep down inside for their good fortune.
While she relaxed in the deep, old-fashioned tub filled almost to the brim with water, she pondered the irony of her adventure with Sam Dagon, sending forth a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that had made her reconsider his offer.
A few hours later Tim and Kate were sitting at the long lace clothed table in the main dining room. The dinner had been prepared by a Parisian chef, Pierre, who had lived with his wife and daughter in the apartment that had been created out of the former servants' quarters.
Dot, their eighteen year old daughter, was the maid whose sole function seemed to be to serve meals as decoratively as possible.
Tim and Kate sat facing each other across the table while during the dinner of stuffed pheasant and wild rice, Sam sat at the head of the table. They were rapidly overcoming the nervousness they experienced in the unusual situation due to the copious filling of their crystal glasses with vintage wines, one for each course, ending with a dessert of delicate lichee nuts served with warm cognac. At the end of it, Kate felt slightly tipsy, and she could tell that Tim was downright drunk, although he was holding it very well. She felt flushed and excited by the dinner, and Sam's elegant, sophisticated dinner conversation… it was very similar to a book she had read once, or was it a movie… in any case, she remembered that Sam's part was played by some romantic star and that she had been very impressed with him as an impressionable teenager.
Sam proposed that they retire to the drawing room for coffee and brandy. As they rose from the table, Kate noticed how Tim staggered and frowned across at him. Her look was lost on him, however, since nothing could have marred the dazed good mood he was in.
As they entered the drawing room, he clapped his hand confidentially on Sam's shoulder, "I've got to hand it to you, Sam," he said… "You're a damned good host."
Kate winced, but noticed that Sam did not seem taken aback by this familiarity. Then she remembered his stern speech earlier about their being his guests, and she relaxed a little. And as she sank into a big leather chair she was glad she had decided to wear her silver dress. She knew she looked good in it, but she had had very few chances to wear it. She crossed her legs and noticed that she was sunk so far down in the chair that a great deal of her thighs showed below the short skirt of the dress, and both Sam and Tim were sitting directly opposite her. She tried to shift her position so that not so much of her stocking flesh was exposed, but after wiggling a bit, she realized that there was nothing to be done for it so she forgot about it. Before turning the conversation to the many specially bound books lining the room, she did attempt to signal to Tim that they should be going upstairs soon. The large brandy was making her dizzy, and yet, there was a warm, tingling at the base of her spine that made her want to snuggle up in the big double bed with her husband. She hoped that he wouldn't fall asleep right away.
"Well, my friends, I've told you quite a bit about the house and about myself this evening… now… if you're willing, we can discuss the future… what help I'll be counting on you for… how we can best work together… etcetera."
Sam sat in his favorite chair contemplating the splendid view of Kate's upper thighs… if he just leaned forward a bit he knew that he would be able to see the tender vee at the crux of her legs. "Mmmmmmm," he thought… mentally licking his lips, for he knew that it wouldn't be long before he would once more be touching her there. He wondered if she ever thought of that evening in the car, and how it affected her if she did.
She looked even better than he had thought in the setting of Dagon Manor… and she would look even better as time went on, he mused. Now he hoped the subtle additions he had made to Mr. and Mrs. Tassel's brandy would soon have the desired effect. He knew that the best thing he could do under the circumstances was to continue talking in his low monotone until Tim had to leave.
"So you see, you, Tim… we'll have all the time you like for your writing… I just need to make sure the grounds are kept in the finest shape possible… I'm a Capricorn… do you go in for that sort of thing? Well, whether you believe it or not… I like order around me… A Capricorn trait… You will have people to help you plan and organize and people to do the manual labor that you don't care to do yourself… The main thing that I want to know is that you are responsible for these things… right?"
Sam could see that Tim's eyes were heavy lidded and that his perfunctory nod was about all he could muster as an answer.
"Now as for the house, the pool, the stables… You will largely act as a sort of overseer… Crockett… the caretaker who has been here since my father's time will help you out and show you everything you need to know about the place, from the billiard tables in the attic to the cabanas below the swimming pool. Is there anything you'd like to ask me this evening?"
"Uh…!" Tim could barely speak, his words came out in a garbled rush… and then he fell silent realizing that he was making no sense. "Better… bed… sorry…" he managed to blurt out, lurching forward from his chair.
Kate jumped up and ran to help him, and Sam grabbed him by the arm. Together they helped him up the large, sweeping stairway, richly decorated with hanging tapestries and got him into the bedroom where he collapsed on the bed.
Kate stood by, not knowing what to do first… "I should get him out of his things… Oh, I'm sorry… Mr… I mean Sam. I'm sorry this had to spoil our first evening here. We're not used to alcohol, you know… and Tim…"
"My dear, the best of us have these little mishaps. Now I'd suggest you help him out of his clothes and in the morning I'll have a special breakfast drink prepared for him that will make him feel as good as new! Meanwhile, if you feel up to it and wish to continue our little talk… I'll be downstairs for another hour. Otherwise… have a good night's sleep… and I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night Sam… Thank you so much for everything… the dinner… everything…" She tried to encompass all the gratitude she felt, but the whole situation was too much for her. She had never seen Tim this way and to have such a thing happen now… And she wasn't feeling any too well herself. It wasn't that she felt ill, it's just that she was beginning to feel so strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on it… it was a way she had never felt before. As Sam closed the door behind him, she looked with dismay at her sleeping husband. Dead to the world! And a wave of resentment rose within her. Was their life together to be like this always…! Slowly she bent over to help him undress. It was hard, he was like dead weight, but finally she had gotten him under the covers. He never wore pajamas so she at least didn't have to go through getting him dressed again once he was nude.
Kate pulled the covers up over her husband, and, as she bent over she got a sudden "rush" in her head. It seemed to get everything going in her brain, and suddenly she was not only wide awake, but she had so many thoughts in her head that she wanted to get them out. She just had to talk to someone!
Downstairs in the library, Sam poured himself a brandy and soda from the well-stocked bar, glanced at his pocket watch which told him that if all went as he had planned it, Kate should be appearing in the doorway within five minutes. The mild stimulant he had given her contained a minute portion of a powerful aphrodisiac. Not enough to make her do anything she did not really want to do… just enough to make her let her guard down a little. Sam sat down in his chair facing the door. He had placed a soothing Bach prelude on the record player and its music swelled, filling the room with melodious sound. Sam did not expect to have to resort to the use of drugs after this evening. It's just that he could accomplish in one evening what it might take him several weeks to accomplish otherwise, and he was a very busy man.
He heard a rustle at the door, and from his vantage point he watched as the brass door handle turned slowly and the door opened a crack.
"Why, Kate," he said… "I'm so glad you decided to come down! This is the most peaceful part of the day for me… when the whole house is still… Come in… don't just stand there!"
Kate pushed the door open further and stepped into the room. She was still wearing the short silver dress with the low back she had been wearing earlier, but now her hair was curled softly on her shoulders the way she had left it when she was brushing it and decided she wasn't ready to go to bed yet.
"I… I just wasn't sleepy yet, somehow…" she began nervously. Her eyes already shining with the brightness of the drug's effect.
She moved over toward the chair she had been sitting in earlier but Sam, as he stood up to greet her, insisted that she join him on the sofa.
"My mind seems so full of questions to ask you…" she began, even before she had sat down, her words coming quickly. "You know we never did get to discuss the details of what you want me to do here…"
"Yes… of course… and what better time than now?" Sam rose from the sofa and went to the bar… "What will you have?"
"Oh, anything… what would you suggest…"
"Having what I'm having… a Courvoisier and soda… wonderful for the nerves!" He began to mix and pour and in a short time returned to her, holding a tall glass filled to the brim with dark honey colored brew.
Kate took the glass and sipped at it cautiously… "Oh, it is nice," she said… "I've never had that… In fact, I think I've never had so many new things as I've had tonight…!" She laughed gaily and Sam laughed with her, carefully observing her actions for further signs of reaction.
"You know…" she began, completely wired now… "I wanted to apologize to you… I mean I never would have thought that before this moment I would be saying this… but well… I'd like to tell you that I seriously misjudged you… I guess you know that…"
Sam let her rattle on, the sound of her words like music to his ears. During the course of their one-sided conversation he got up and refilled the glass that she had nervously emptied.
By this time Kate was feeling very odd. She didn't seem to have much control over what she was saying and she knew it, but knowing it didn't seem to help. Everything spinning in her head just had to get out… disconnected thoughts, bits of phrases… and now that strange feeling she had had earlier in the pit of her stomach was returning. When she looked at Sam, his handsome form was blurred, and she blinked her eyes trying to get a clearer image of him… but the blinking only helped for a few seconds… and then everything in the room, including Sam, blurred again.
"I guess I should go up to bed now…" Kate began, but made no move to go. She knew that when she got upstairs, she would be faced with Tim's snoring body taking up most of the bed… and the dismal prospect of staying awake all alone made her remain where she was.
"Oh, don't go just yet, Kate," Sam was saying… "You wanted me to explain some things about the things you'll be doing… didn't you?"
Kate blushed deep crimson… There was a sudden strange tingling down between her legs, like an itch, only a little different. "Yes, of course…" she said, shifting her weight on the sofa. "I've been talking too much, you've hardly had a moment to get a word in edgewise!"
"I like to hear you talk," Sam answered. Then he embarked upon a thorough explanation of what he would expect from her in the next few days. As he spoke, Kate tried not to fidget too much on the couch… She thought to herself that she must remember never to drink as much again as she had that evening. It did such odd things to her… She was having a hard time listening to what Sam was telling her, the pressure between her thighs was growing and making her more and more uncomfortable. "What's happening to me?" she wondered… feeling panicky as Sam inched closer to her as he continued talking. She felt a distinct attraction to him building inside her, an attraction that she had never expected to have… after all, she was a married woman… her husband was asleep upstairs… She should be leaving, going upstairs too…
Sam sensed her tensing and in order to prevent her rising, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him. Kate was shocked by what was happening, but she was more shocked that she made no move to resist. Something was making her totally incapable of resisting! She could feel her breasts pressing softly against Sam's chest.
"Oh God!" she said.
"What's wrong," Sam whispered into her ear.
She couldn't manage to say anything. Little pinpoints of unwanted lust were racing through her, arousing her body in spite of her desires to the contrary. They stayed like that without moving for what seemed to be forever, as Sam squeezed her tightly to his body. She almost didn't dare to breathe for fear she would make a gesture that would make everything worse, even more explicit than her remaining unmoving in this man's arms.
Fear swelled in her throat as she felt another stab of desire penetrate down between her thighs. Tiny tears filled her eyes as she stared unseeing into Sam's velvet lapel, breathing in his strong masculine scent with quivering nostrils.
Without saying a word, Sam reached out for Kate's glass and brought it to her lips. She let herself fall limply against him and drank in desperation. Perhaps the liquor would give her courage to fight… to leave… There was no excuse for what she was doing. She couldn't do this to Tim! The brandy burned its way down her throat she drank it so fast, and she felt it speeding through her blood. It did seem to calm her some, but she still did not move from the warmth of Sam's arms. She felt oddly humiliated, something akin to the way she had felt that night in his car, only this was worse… this time she was a party to it.
Sam slipped his hand up her bared back, smoothing it along her silky skin, then he brought it down and cupped it under her breast. He could tell by her shiver that it wouldn't be long now before she was just the way he wanted her. Too bad he had to resort to artificial means of getting her to do what she really wanted to do but didn't have the guts to do on her own, he thought!
The combination of brandy, and the drugs she had unknowingly consumed began to turn her body into a bundle of raw nerve ends. She could hardly believe what was happening, and yet something in her was hoping that it would continue. She could feel Sam's warm hand begin to move down inside the front of her dress and under her bra to the nakedness of her breast. It was as though she was watching it happening to someone else… but the delicious feeling racing through her belonged to her and her alone. Suddenly he was manipulating her tiny hard nipples, rolling them like little balls between his thumb and forefinger. His tongue was whirling in her ear, teasing it with his saliva, and then a trail of wet traced across her cheeks and his mouth was locked to hers.
There was no sense trying to twist away. The force of his tongue deep inside her mouth made it impossible for her to move her head, even if she had wanted to. It was just too much. Her mind was filled with a haze of excitement and still a corner of it turned to her husband upstairs. What if he were to wake up and find her gone? What if he were to find them? She knew that Tim would kill her if he ever found her with another man. And yet, she found her tongue responding, pushing obscenely against Sam's. Small pin pricks of sensation emanated from her nipples as Sam continued twisting them alternating from one breast to the other beneath her dress. Sam sucked back at her tongue, drawing it deep into the cavern of his mouth and Kate began to feel an animal-like sense of abandon welling up in her. She knew that could do nothing to stop this deep wonderful kiss. No one had ever kissed her like this… ever. The kiss went on and on, Sam's tongue moving about in unending random patterns in her wide open mouth. And she was grateful that nothing more was happening, the way she was feeling, she was apt to do anything… ANYTHING… A lewd picture of herself and Sam lying naked on the floor, her raw nerve-endings throbbed violently. She pushed the picture out of her mind as quickly as she could, but it was no use. She knew that she had hopelessly compromised herself, just by thinking such a thought!
Finally Sam withdrew his lips from hers, leaving her panting, gasping for breath, still caught up in his arms. Then a sudden twitch between her legs and she tried to press them together as tightly as possible.
"Please… please don't," she stammered. But his hand was already plunging down her back and beneath the slick material of her dress to the soft nether cheeks of her buttocks. He cupped her from behind, one round moon-shaped buttock in each hand, and pulled her still closer to him.
Sam continued his firm massage, realizing that any hesitation now could mean the whole game. He chuckled inwardly as he felt Kate's smooth skinned buttocks, his fingers tapping and kneading the soft flesh as though he were examining some rare material. He shifted his body so that there was more room for both of their bodies and then he scooped Kate's unresisting body down and over, so that her legs spread sideways and she was herself lying on the couch next to him, then he pressed his own body down beside hers so that she could feel the rising hardness beneath his pants pressing against her moistened genitals.
Kate felt as though she were sinking into a bottomless abyss. Her eyes were now tightly shut, as though she could avoid what was going on by not seeing, but Sam renewed pressure on her breast causing her to moan softly in helpless submission. It was all too much for her. What on earth could she do!
"No! NO…" the words formed in her mind, but could not come to her lips as the hardness of Sam's bulging cock rose and nudged at her trembling lower belly, and another voice was urging… "Yes, yes!" She gasped as she felt Sam's fingers come into searing contact with her upper thighs, then she felt a finger slowly slipping under the elastic leg-band of her panties and she made a feeble attempt to jerk away from his hand, squirming back and whimpering as the thick digit moved relentlessly on and finding the narrow slit of her pussy, slipped comfortably into the moist split between the small soft pillows of flesh tufted with pubic hair and making electrifying contact with the small, pulsating head of her clitoris.
"Mmmmmmaah!" she moaned out, unable to hold back the loud groan of excruciating pleasure that she felt. Tears streamed down her cheek as Kate saw herself as though in a mirror, reacting to the wonderful delicious feel of his hands as they steadily caressed her nipples and her vagina. Her hips began to rotate in an odd rhythmic motion as his hand worked harder and harder among the sensitive folds of her pussy.
"Oh, God… oh God!" she thought… no other man had ever made her respond like this… no one but Tim… and even Tim had never made her feel what she was feeling now!
Her voice suddenly returned and, in desperation, straining to get the words out before another sigh of pleasure escaped her lips… she said haltingly, "No, Sam… I can't do this… don't!"
She thought he was going to suddenly press his penis deep into her and make her right there on the couch and something inside her desperately wanted that to put an end to the unbearable yearning between her now widely spread and flailing thighs but Sam had other plans. He continued rummaging about between her legs until he knew she was wild out of her head, and then, he stopped.
Kate felt the cold air replacing the warm wetness of Sam's hand on her thirsting vagina, and she was left hanging in mid-air, her legs still obscenely spread, skirt high around her waist, helplessly waiting for more of the unwanted pleasure that the drug racing in her veins demanded. Sam stood up and took in the lewd sight of this prim and proper girl, and it did his heart good to see her that way. The bulge of his huge cock against his trousers made him contemplate what it would feel like plunged deep inside her tight young cunt. But there was plenty of time for that, he thought. On this first occasion, he wanted to do something special… something that he was sure Kate had never even considered doing before.
He bent over and quickly pushed her dress up around her waist and panties down from her hips, pulling them over her legs and off, throwing them to the floor beside the sofa. There, spread temptingly before him, was the burnished gold of Kate's pussy, neatly framed by two of the most fabulous thighs he had ever seen.
"My, you certainly are a nice addition to the family…" he mused. Then he reached down again and pulled Kate into a sitting position. Kate looked at him, wide-eyed with fright and unsatisfied longing. She was so emotionally upset that she could only let herself be manipulated like a big beautiful puppet.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she managed to stammer.
"You'll see!" Sam replied. "Do you like this selection?" he asked nonchalantly, referring to the music which continued to pour forth from the speakers into the room. "Handel's Water Music… superb rendition, I might add!" And with that he knelt down in front of Kate and carefully spread her long slender legs so that there was one on each side of his head.
Kate was dimly aware of what was happening. She remained slouched down in the soft of the cushions, the cool leather touching against her bared buttocks. She could see Sam's full head of black hair bending down, and then, she knew with certainly what was going to happen. Something so obscene, she had never dared think that it would ever happen to her! His lips were pressing against her lower belly, creating a wet chill that spiraled the length of her spine.
With a small cry, she quickly tangled her hands in his thick hair in an attempt to push his head back, but her hands only seemed to make the inevitable happen taster, for his lips were now at the tender moistness of her helpless pussy, parting the soft silky pubic hair, salaciously darting his tongue into the burning crevice of her vagina.
His palms pushed against the inside of her quivering thighs to prevent her closing her legs as he warmed to his lewd task and began a slow tortuous teasing with his tongue and lips of her secret pink vaginal flesh.
Kate lay back, her eyes wide with disbelief… it was all over, she thought… there was nothing worse that could happen to her, nothing more hideous. She attempted to jerk backwards, a low groan escaping from her lips as the strange wetness of his mouth against her ragged, pink-edged cunt drove her mind into an uncontrolled madness of the flesh.
"OOOooo oh God… oh, NOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, whimpering and squirming beneath his attack, while Sam greedily licked at her delicate private genitals, enjoying her screams to the fullest. When she kicked her legs out and tried to escape him, it only served to help wedge his head deeper between her legs.
Kate groaned over and over, her hands pulling at Sam's hair, her back arched as much as possible, but still the depravity continued. "I can't… I can't stand it!" she screamed. "NO!"
But still the agile tongue worked at her defenseless cunt, spearing in and out of her widespread vagina, slipping back and forth over the head of her throbbing clitoris. And Kate knew that she could never be the same after this… never! Tears streamed down her cheeks, the mascara she had so carefully applied earlier streaked black smudges in tiny trails along her face. She watched Sam's head bob strangely up and down, and waggle-back and forth between her spread legs. And as she looked, a tiny tremor of perverted lust sparked inside her again in spite of the God awful act that was being forced upon her, and she knew just as surely as she could feel Sam's lips nibbling softly at her cunt that she was lost. The knowledge grew as the unwanted sensations mushroomed in her belly rushing up to overcome her with an overwhelming torrent of lust.
Sam could feel the sudden surrender of Kate's body as her muscles grew slack and her hands loosened on his head. Without releasing her ravaged pussy from its unrelenting attack, he raised his eyes in time to see Kate's eyes roll back as a violent shudder overtook her body and her legs drew up and flailed out even wider in complete subjugation.
The humiliation and shame that she felt was replaced by an outright wantonness, and yet, deep down, she could almost watch her own shameful performance. But the forbidden heat in her loins was undeniable and although she was degraded beyond her wildest dreams, it was impossible to stop the ripples of pleasure that traversed her outraged body.
Sam increased his attack, doubling his ferocious nuzzling of Kate's tight, widespread crotch. He would show her the kind of pleasure she could expect from now on, he thought. Little hypocritical wench! Before he was through with her, she would be coming to him every day to beg him to do this to her and more to her!
Kate had begun to screw her pelvis up toward Sam's face, pushing steadily as though she wanted to get inside his mouth.
"Aaaaa! Unnngg!" she moaned over and over, tiny goose-pimples forming on the surfaces of her skin, beads of perspiration starting out on her forehead. She sobbed and trembled, completely out of control, caught in the raging fire that threatened to devour her. Her lovely pale white thighs jerked up as with a low wail of surrender, she placed them around Sam's shoulders pulling his wagging head still closer to the tortuous turmoil in her straining pussy.
All thoughts of her sleeping husband upstairs were gone, burned in the licking flames that surrounded her shamelessly aroused body, as she bucked her hips up into the wonderful piercing pleasure that she had to have.
"OHOHOHOHhhhhh!" she cried wildly brushing the tender bush of her cunt into Sam's waiting mouth, while he happily obliged, thinking with amusement of how Kate would feel about all this in the morning. He made a mental note to take care of that husband of hers so that he would not interfere with his future plans for Kate. He watched, delighted, as Kate's face paled, her mouth hanging slack as she felt the first beginning stabs of orgasm building inside her belly. He would see to it that it would be only one of many that she would have that night and in the coming days ahead.