"Well, you don't look as bad as your head feels!" Tim mumbled looking at himself in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. Kate was sure knocked out, too. She was still asleep! Fine way to start out their first day of work, he thought. As he shaved rapidly he tried to remember just how he had gotten to bed the night before, but the details were very fuzzy.
"Oh, well, I can only hope that I didn't make too much of a fool out of myself!"
He heard something like a soft tinkling bell coming from the other room…
"What the…" he put down his razor and went through the bedroom where Kate was still deep under the covers and into the living room of their suite. The tinkling sounded again and he realized that someone was at the door. He adjusted his robe and undid the latch.
"Well, good morning!" Dot looked up at Tim's half-shaven face with amusement. She put her hand up to her mouth in an effort to stifle a giggle. "Sam asked me to bring you this…" her words came out in a thick but charming French accent, as she proffered a small tray containing a large goblet of a murky looking liquid.
"He says, it tastes God awful, but you'll thank him later!"
Tim reached out and took a sip of the drink while Dot stood watching.
"Some service!" he thought, taking in Dot's low neck-lined sweater that offered up two plump twin globes like juicy melons. Her skirt was so short he could swear he'd seen her behind when she turned around.
"Pthah!" he almost gagged on the strange drink, but managed to get some of it down. Dot doubled up with laughter and Tim's displeasure with the drink was not enough to make him fail to notice that her breasts almost popped out of her sweater when she laughed. God, she's not wearing any bra, he thought… and with knockers that size!
"It leaves something to be desired," he told her about the drink. "But I'll take it… thanks…"
"Oh, yes, and Sam also said to just get acquainted with the grounds… look around. He will not be back until tomorrow… away on business… but Crockett will be able to give you a lot of information also… I will be happy to be of help!"
"And I will be happy to have you help me!" Tim answered, mocking Dot's accent.
"Good!" she said, giving him a flirtatious wink as she turned to walk away.
Tim stood in the doorway so he could watch her go down the hall, and Dot, knowing that he was watching, turned and smiled at him. "I will meet you at the greenhouse at three."
"It's a deal…" Tim called after her, thinking what a cute little ass she had.
He went back into the bathroom to finish his shave and when Kate still hadn't awakened when he had finished he decided it was time to get her up…
"Hey honey…" he shook her gently… "Come on, it's almost noon!"
"MNnnnnnn," Kate groaned and turned over. "I don't feel well. Tim…"
"Too much to drink, eh? Well… Sam sent me up some stuff… maybe you want some too… supposed to be good for a hangover!"
Kate remained silent. Sam's name was enough to freeze her in a kind of catatonic state. The horror she felt about what had happened the night before was too great for her to be able to face up to it as yet. It had almost been daylight when she had finally left the library and wearily and trembling with fatigue had sneaked into bed beside her husband. How could she explain to herself what had happened? Her thighs and calves were still sore from being wound about Sam's neck for so long, and there was a throbbing ache between her legs that reminded her of the excruciating pleasures that had been torn from her far into the night. How could she ever have let such a thing happen? She could barely look Tim in the face, afraid that her eyes would tell what had happened.
"Say… I didn't pass out in the library last night, did I?" Tim asked, handing his wife the tall goblet that Dot had given him.
"Uh… no… You were just a little groggy, that's all," Kate answered, preoccupied with her own problems. She took a sip of the drink. "Ugh…! It's awful… what is it…?"
"Something Sam sent up… I told you. He's gone out of town until tomorrow, but he sent it up before he left."
Tim was looking in the mirror adjusting a new turtleneck sweater that he had bought especially for the country life. "He says we should just get familiar with the place today… what a guy! I gotta hand it to you honey… this is really a far out deal!"
Kate took another sip of the foul-tasting drink. Her head did seem to be clearing some. At least Sam was away… she wouldn't have to face him that day anyway.
"Honey, I'm going downstairs and start looking around… You take your time… I guess you just let Pierre know when you want something to eat. I'll see you later!" He pecked Kate on the cheek and hurried out the door, scarcely waiting for a reply.
Kate sat up in the big double bed with its soft down pillows and burst out crying. She was so ashamed she didn't know what to do and Tim's enthusiasm made everything still worse! Huge sobs wracked her body as the tears kept coming.
As new images of the depravity she had indulged in came popping into her mind, her tears renewed themselves, multiplying and cascading down to the pale pillow case.
Tim had had a very agreeable discussion with Crockett who had shown him the inner workings of Dagon Manor from the huge furnace to the enormous attic. He had taken him down by the stable to introduce him to the stable hands who lived in bunkers and to the more than thirty beautiful horses there. The ruddy cheeked old man enjoyed telling him stories of the way the place had been in the "old days" but he agreed that young Sam Dagon wasn't doing a bad job of keeping up the old traditions. Crockett also showed Tim the area that he might wish to use as office space, just below the suite he and Kate had and looking directly out into the pool. There he found all the pertinent data concerning employees who came in daily or on a weekly basis; when the floors were waxed; the linen sent out, etc. Some of this he realized would come under Kate's domain and these things he put aside.
He had lunch in the office by himself after discovering that Kate planned to remain in her room upstairs most of the day. Women! He would never understand them. Here they were in the best set-up that anyone could imagine and she was moping about upstairs! He hoped she would straighten out by the time Sam got back the next day!
When he had rearranged some of the priceless furniture that filled his new office, Tim looked at his watch and saw that it was almost three o'clock. He didn't want to pass up his appointment with Dot! He opened the leaded glass windows and stepped onto the terrace of the swimming pool, walked around it and down a grassy sloping hill to the greenhouse.
The fresh California air filled Tim's lungs and he felt good… better than he had felt in ages… This is the life, he thought… this is really the life…! Tomorrow he would get out his typewriter and start working… it was going to be a beautiful summer… just beautiful!
As he neared the greenhouse, he let out his characteristic low whistle. "Speaking of beautiful!" he said out loud.
Dot was sitting on the grass by the door of the greenhouse waiting for him. She wore a different outfit from the one she had had on that morning… but it was every bit as brief, if not more so. A tight red sweater with matching skirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. As Tim approached, he could see that she was wearing matching red panties underneath the skirt.
Pity, he thought.
"Bonjour!" Dot smiled up at him, her eyes squinted from the sun shining directly over Tim's shoulder.
"I'm afraid I don't speak any French…" Tim began, sitting down beside her.
"Good!" she answered… "I will teach you then… we will start out with bonjour… O.K.?" Her laughter swelled pleasantly and resounded over the surrounding meadows.
Tim looked at the girl carefully. Her dark hair was clipped closely to her head so that she looked like an elf, with her little uptilted nose and big wide black eyes.
"I think you're making fun of me!"
"Of course! Why not? That is why we are here… Is is not?"
Taken aback Tim answered good-naturedly, "I guess so… Yes, I guess so!" He wondered if she was Sam Dagon's girl… probably so, he figured.
"You are wondering if I belong to Monsieur Sam, are you not?"
Tim jumped… what was she, a damned mind-reader? "Well, I was thinking…"
"You don't have to think. I will tell you what you want to know… just say what you have in your head. You are very handsome… I like your hair!" Her hand went up to ruffle lightly through Tim's hair. Her eyes glinted devilishly, and Tim knew she was enjoying playing with him. She reminded him of a young kitten.
"Say… why are you called Dot? That's not French."
"Monsieur Sam… he thought it fit me… My real name is Marie-Claire. Would you like to take a walk?" she asked suddenly. "And I can show you the gardens… a beautiful day like this… you will want to see all the flowers!" She jumped up and began walking slowly in front of him, her pert hips swaying saucily as she bounced jauntily along. Tim got to his feet and followed her toward the high hedges of the English garden. By the time they entered the garden Tim had gotten a wonderful enlightening vision of Dot's full, voluptuous young buttocks.
His mind was full of vague questions about her. He wondered if she was really as provocative as she seemed, or if she was just playing a game. Also, if she was Sam's girl…? But they were in the midst of a fabulous garden of high thick hedges now, and Tim looked about him curiously. He had seen pictures of gardens like this, but never the real thing. It was overpowering. They passed through the rose garden's sweet smelling profusion and went on to the beginnings of another high-hedged area.
Dot turned to him, smiling broadly… "It is a maze! Pretty, n'est-ce-pas? Come on!" She grabbed his hand and led him deep into the maze of hedges until Tim was no longer sure which way was the way out. Then after a few minutes of walking, she suddenly stopped short.
"Ooooh!" she cried, beginning to hop on one foot.
"What's the matter?" Tim asked, catching up with her out of breath from their breakneck pace through the hedges.
Dot leaned heavily against him. "Oh, it is my foot… I must have twisted my ankle the wrong way!"
"Well… uh… don't put any weight on it… here… let's sit down. I'll have a look at it!"
They sat in a nook beside one of the many gravel paths and Tim took Dot's foot in his hand and tried to see if he could see anything wrong… But before he could begin to examine the small fragile ankle, Dot threw her arms around his neck and drew him toward her, toppling him over onto her on the ground.
In his surprise, Tim hardly had time to protest, even if he had wanted to. He did have a few brief moments of guilt, thinking about Kate back at the house, upstairs in her room, but once Dot had inserted her sharp little tongue between his lips, all he could think about was the writhing young flesh that urged his own stirring body to respond.
His hands flew quickly to the two tempting breasts that he had had his eyes on before. God she felt good. He had never had a French girl before, and he could tell by the way his cock was standing at attention that he was more than just curious to see what it would be like. They were lying so that his thigh was pressed between her squirming legs, and she bumped her pelvis up to him so that he could feel the unbearable friction against his steadily hardening cock.
Dot pulled her mouth back from him. "MMMMmmmmmmmm!" she cooed… "You are so nice… You get the idea right away!"
Tim tried to fight back a slight feeling of shock at her words. He could hardly pretend he disapproved of what she was doing… since he was going along so wholeheartedly… but, yet, deep down, he did in a way that he didn't really understand himself. He had both her breasts in his hands now, and he kneaded them hungrily, enjoying the cushiony feel of the little conical mountains of pleasure. He pushed his hands beneath her sweater and glided over her warm, naked skin to the tightened balls of her nipples and grabbed them between nervous fingers.
Dot pulled him ever tighter to her, running her small eager hands over his back, exploring the hard muscle and bone of him. Tim could feel the tense cords of her thighs pulsing against his hips, and in a frenzy of passion, he forced his hands beneath her straining buttocks, feeling the rippling sinew beneath her softness.
"O.K., honey…" he muttered between clenched teeth… "Whatever you want!" he groaned as his hands were pulling down the small red panties that stood between him and paradise. Then the flatness of her belly was wriggling up close to him, her long nails tearing along his back beneath his sweater. Now his hands were cupping the nakedness of her ass as he strained the opening of her crotch ever closer to his hardening cock. With a flick of one hand he swiftly pulled down the zipper of his fly and let his stiff prick bob out to meet Dot's willing flesh.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he heard her moan as the hot tip of his cock touched between her legs… "Quel homme…!" His hand shoved into the wet sensitive slit of her pussy, wallowing in the heat of the gently throbbing area.
"Oh, honey…" he panted, "that's nice!"
The French girl moaned softly beneath him, mewling soft words in French that he knew by instinct were words of encouragement.
Her hips were jiggling and her ass was revolving in a lewd invitation that made his cock jump wildly against her widespread crotch, grazing his still rummaging hand. Suddenly her long legs were wrapping around his back and he could feel a small hand on his cock, rapidly positioning him so that he was guided into the secret opening of her young, vibrant cunt.
"Vite! Vite!" she called, "quickly, my cheri… quickly!"
Tim groaned above her as he felt the smooth rubbery head of his cock stuff into the tightness of the small girl's gently throbbing pussy. It seemed that it would never fit into her… but Dot continued to grunt and push steadily up against him as the still rising cock parted the soft silky hair of her vagina and the blood-filled head slowly sunk into the warm wet depths of her cunt. As soon as Tim felt the elastic flesh of her pussy giving away, he plunged headlong into her, entering with a wet, slushing noise, the full length of his rigid member, jerking up until it crashed hard against the very bottom of her hot young cunt.
Dot growled low and animal-like beneath him, and he watched her eyes roll back in their sockets while her vagina seeped more wetness around his rigid member, oiling the passage for him. She twisted her loins forcing Tim's cock to poke at her yearning insides from various angles.
God, it felt good! Tim could feel sweat standing out on his forehead and he knew his sweater was going to be soaked, but with this little bitch jumping around him like a wild filly he couldn't have cared less. There was an insane intensity about her that made his blood boil. It was all he could do to keep from cumming right away into the bottom of that little hell-hole of her cunt!
"Oh… yessssssss!" Dot hissed. "Yesssssss, fuck me… fuck me good!"
Tim wondered who had taught her those words… Sam, he guessed. Well, he'd give her a fucking she'd remember the next time Sam was on top of her!
He skewered hard into her wide-spread cunt, forcing his long cock to go deeper still and at the same time he pulled her buttocks up higher, twisting them around savagely so that he could slap his balls up against them as the blunt cudgel of his cock possessed her. He enjoyed the idea of fucking another man's woman. It seemed to make it feel even better, and he was getting quite a sense of power out of Dot's long low screams of mixed pain and pleasure. His hips ground down onto her as with long smooth strokes he pistoned like a maniac into her upturned pussy. He was determined to fuck her within an inch of her life!
Dot moaned in an unending series of sounds under his pounding assault and he knew he was getting the effect that he wanted as she desperately opened and closed her legs around his back. An exquisite pleasure grew as the silken sheath of her vagina slid back and forth over his thrusting penis and the slapping sound he made each time he pinned her to the ground echoed throughout the hedges around them. Well, she had asked him for it! Now she was getting it. He flung himself down upon her once more, feeling his cock expanding deeper and deeper inside the young French girl's flooded pussy.
"Ommmmph!" she moaned, the wind knocked out of her, and then, "oh, harder, darling… oh, mon amour… harder!"
He could hardly believe his ears, "I'll kill her if I fuck any harder!" he thought. But still he pulled back out of her, leaving only the very tip of his cock touching the small circle of muscle sphincter that surrounded the entrance of her vagina, then sitting back on his knees, he pulled her up, suspending her small well-built body over his upstanding penis. Then he brought her entire body down savagely onto it, spearing her brutally as hard as he could.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" she screamed… "Oh! Oui! C'est ca! That's right, that's right!" she cried over and over as he continued to bring her down to him, until he thought he would go mad. He was watching her pixie face contort with the agony of her lust, her short hair all mussed and standing out all over her head, face glistening with perspiration, while her cunt seeped wetness down along the rigid shaft of his cock and onto her curly pubic hairs that disappeared and reappeared as he swiftly skewered her body up and down yoyo-like.
"Cheri, I'm cumming… cummmmmingggg!" she screamed suddenly, flinging her head back and arching herself backwards so that Tim thought they would almost topple over. The rough ground was cutting into his knees and every muscle in his body ached as he continued to bring her crashing down onto his almost bursting cock, but he was in a frenzy of lewd excitement as Dot's crotch squirmed on and around his rock-like masculinity, her pink-stretched vaginal slit wide open for the battering he was giving it.
Then he felt her explode around him, and she was a mass of uncontrollable words and wriggles, shaking her body in an odd uninhibited dance of abandon. She gurgled strangely, her hands and mouth all over him, kissing, stroking, pulling, kneading, scratching, as her orgasm invaded and overtook her entire being. He had never experienced anything like it, it was all he could do to keep from filling her hot young belly at the same time. But something told him it would be better if he waited… There was more he had in mind for her before they were through.
The French girl's body seemed to convulse for a long time and then was finally still. She lay slumped in Tim's arms, getting her breath back, while his long cock still pulsed quietly deep up inside her quivering cunt.
"Aaaaah!" she moaned, sliding backwards as Tim released his hold on her. He pulled out of her pussy, his hardness still aching along the warm, wet corridor. He was about to flip her over on her belly to take her the way he had done his wife the other day, when Dot reached up and grabbed hold of his cock. He almost shot a stream of sperm right into the air, but was able to hold himself back again, when he saw that she was pulling herself up to her knees.
"Hey… what!" His mouth remaining hanging open as Dot slowly began to run her tongue along the smooth head of his swollen cock making a burning circle along the sensitive surface.
"Oh, God!" he murmured as the warmth of her breath enveloped his rod and Dot's hands began to play along the full length of it. Then she took small licks at the engorged bluntness of its head, like she was licking at a candy bar.
"Oh, my God!" he repeated as the delicious sensation rose steadily inside his tormented cock. "Your mouth feels like hot butter."
Her fingers were working steadily at his thick foreskin, pulling it back and forth almost to the top of his cock and then letting it slide back so that his hardened penis arched tautly into her waiting mouth. Then her lips smothered his entire cock, and her head moved with great deliberation downward, allowing the full length of his disappearing rod to be engulfed by her mouth.
Tim's hard long prick lay trapped by the smooth encasement of Dot's mouth and throat. He could feel the sharp tantalizing edges of her teeth as they toyed with the bulk of his shaft.
"Ooooooh!" he moaned. He had never imagined that she would be doing this to him. If only he could get Kate to do it, then he would have it made! God, she really knew what she was doing! He could see the top of her head moving up and down, and every now and then when she came up, she would look up at him as if to make sure that he was enjoying it.
The hot, wet contact of her mouth manipulated him expertly and he kept wondering how she was getting the full length of him so far inside her throat without choking. She sucked hard and then soft, dry and then wet, until Tim felt himself tingling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. He wondered if there would be anything left of him once she had finished.
When he could bear it no more, he grabbed her small dark head in his hands with a low growl of lust, and, pushing his pelvis up, he rammed the spongy head of his cock so far into the depths of her throat that he could feel her jaws straining to accommodate it, and she sputtered, choking with the bulk of it. But he held on tight. He could feel the semen coming from far away, coming fast as his body was inundated with the liquid heat of orgasm.
"Yeah! Yeah!" he cried as he plunged obscenely into her wide open mouth. "Oh, suck it, baby… suck it!" And with one last back-breaking thrust he jammed his jerking cock into her mouth and when it had touched the very back of her throat he spewed forth stream after stream of the hot liquid semen deep down into the gulping recess of her choking gullet.