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CHAPTER TEN

Doris opened her eyes, blinked sleepily. Someone was tapping at her bedroom door. "Come in," she murmured, drowsily.

As the door opened, Doris glanced down at herself. Her baby-doll nightie was still around her neck as she lay on her back. She made a half-hearted effort to drag a sheet over her nakedness then lay back, limply, when she recognized Mabel.

The cook was carrying a small tray with a cup and saucer, sugar and cream, on it. "I've brought you coffee, Miss," Mabel mumbled, putting the tray down beside the bed.

Doris glanced at her face, curiously. Her eyes were puffed and swollen as though she'd been crying, and her skin was white with red blotches.

Despite herself, Doris asked the unnecessary question. "Did Madam hurt you last night?"

Mabel's voice was bitter. "Yes, you saw it!" A hard edge came into her tone: "It hurts to be tortured with electric shocks then-then have a hard thing stuck in-into you!" She looked at Doris, coldly, then asked, viciously: "Did you enjoy watching, Miss – did you orgasm like Ma'am, too?"

"No!" Doris snapped, feeling angry. "Don't blame me for what happened to you. Madam was punishing you for something you'd done!"

The spirit sagged out of the cook. "Yes, Miss. I'm sorry, Miss." She turned to the door, asked: "Is there anything else you'd like?"

Doris started to shake her head, then changed her mind. "Yes, tell George I want to see him."

Mabel looked startled. "Now? Here?"

"Yes," said Doris, putting sugar and cream into her coffee then sipping it, "right away."

The venom came back into Mabel's face. "Yes, Miss," she mumbled, then exited.

Doris tensed then relaxed her belly; the muscles felt sore. Willis and his long cock poking up into one! He must have reached to my belly-button.

She felt, delicately, between her thighs. The lips of her vulva felt tender; she caressed them very gently. The inside of her pussy was sore. That huge cock must have stretched me! I've never had anything that big in me before!

Doris' eyes flickered towards the dresser, where she had placed her array of body creams. A soft, soothing cream up my pussy would be nice!

There was a light tap at her door.

"Come in!"

George entered, hesitantly. "You wanted me, Miss Dainton?"

Doris had a crazy impulse to smile. He always calls me Miss Dainton! Even when he's raping me he keeps calling me Miss Dainton!

"Yes, George," she searched his face with her eyes. He didn't look hurt and abused like Mabel had. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

He winced. "I'm so sore, Miss Dainton," he wriggled, "all the way up…" he hesitated, then: "my asshole!" He gave her a wry grin.

"Serves you right," said Doris, smugly. "You had your fun with me in the afternoon – so you deserve what you got from Madam at night!"

He shook his head, then a worried expression crossed his face. "You-you didn't tell Madam about – you know, about what happened?"

"No," said Doris, slowly. "You said you'd do anything I wanted if I didn't tell hearse I didn't!"

"Thank you, Miss Dainton," he murmured, dropping his eyes. "I meant what I said." He moved, uncomfortably; the young, vibrant flesh lying so nakedly on the bed was disturbing him.

Doris' hand moved down her body, and he followed it with his eyes.

"My pussy's very sore inside, George," Doris said, casually, touching the open vaginal lips with her fingertips.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Dainton," he muttered, hoarsely.

"Not just because of what you did to it," said Doris, meeting his eyes. "There was something else, too."

George took a jerky breath, and Doris saw a small movement at his crotch.

"I want you to push some soft, cool cream into my pussy, George, smear it all over and then," she moistened her lips, "suck it out of me with your mouth!" She finished in a whisper.

George's body stiffened, then he clutched at himself, gripping himself very tightly at the crotch. "Yesss, Miss Dainton," he hissed.

Doris jerked her head to the dresser. "The cream's over there, get it!"

He moved jerkily across the room. "The big jar at the end," Doris told him.

He picked up the jar, moved to the bed, unscrewing the cap as he sank down.

Doris dragged a pillow down the bed, pushed it under her, then plunked her bottom down on it so that her pelvis was raised.

"Push it in real deep," she slurred, "then use your tongue to spread it around, all over my pussy and-and on my clit, don't forget my clit!"

"I won't forget," he promised, scooping a fingerful of cream from the jar.

Doris' Hands slithered over her belly until she was holding the lips of her vagina; carefully, she spread them open; parting her thighs, bending her knees. George bent over the bed, stared into the pink opening; as the slit opened, the tiny clitoral spire became visible. The hardness at his crotch increased and his lips became suddenly dry.

"Now," said Doris, "start creaming my pussy now!" She half-lifted her buttocks, pointed her pelvis at his face.

His finger trembled as he moved it to the tender, waiting tissue. Doris flinched, slightly, when the cream-tipped finger touched her labia. "So cool!" she murmured.

He smeared it, thoroughly, with loving care. Doris squirmed very gently as he touched the sensitive parts. George took a fresh scoop, ploughed it into the orifice; pushing it in deep, massaging the inner walls and each time he withdrew his finger, he dragged it upward so that it touched the stiffening clitoris and Doris would let out air, twitch her belly.

"Now fill it," Doris slurred when he had smeared cream for several minutes. "Fill my pussy completely; use all the cream you want – use all of it, push it all inside me – then suck it all out!" She hissed the last words, and George saw her tongue slide out, flick at her lips, quickly, hungrily.

He filled the palm of his hand with cream then squashed it against Doris' pussy, pushed it all up.

"Like that," she whispered, lifting her buttocks, making the vaginal opening larger. "Right in!"

He repeated the process until the vulva was overflowing.

"Smear it over my clit!" Doris hissed.

He did as she asked, and she jerked her body. "Again!"

His finger squirled in a tiny circle, tickling and thrilling the bobbing sliver of flesh.

"Oh that," moaned Doris, "that sends me!" She screwed her eyes shut, moved her lips as though she was chewing.

Suddenly, Doris lifted her legs in the air; exposing soft white buttocks then reaching under herself, pulling the cheeks apart until the red orifice of her anus appeared.

"Cream me in there, too!" she muttered, her voice lower.

George's hand trembled as he smeared cream on it; gently, he pushed a creamy fingertip into the tight hole.

"In deep!" Doris said huskily, lifting her legs higher, "then suck it all out!"

Her eyes opened, and she stared between her upraised legs at George's startled face. "You fucked it," she told him, "so you can suck it, too!"

The color drained from George's face, then he started to lower his head onto the bed. "D'you want me to suck it outa your pussy first, Miss Dainton, or outa your ass?" he mumbled. "Suck my ass!" she sneered.

He lifted his head, turned his face to hers. "You'll hafta turn over, Miss Dainton – lie on your face. I can't suck the cream outa your asshole when you're lying on your back!"

There was a whirl of flashing white flesh and Doris lay on her face, buttocks protruding, thighs slightly parted. "Like that?"

George pressed his face against her bottom. "Like that is perfect," he mumbled before his tongue slid out, found the tight, creamy hole and licked it, sucked it and dragged out a mouthful of cream.

"Uuum, George, that's nice!" Doris drooled, squirming her buttocks against his face. "Push your tongue in deeper!"

He took a gulp of air then pressed his mouth on her anus again. The tiny hole seemed to open and close under the touch of his tongue; he drew out cream, felt it dribbling down his throat and gagged, moved his mouth off her flesh.

"Don't stop!" she snapped. "Keep sucking!"

He forced his lips down again, squeezed his tongue into the narrow canal, tasting cream, saltiness and a familiar female flavor.

"Like that," she whispered. "Keep doing it like that!"

The anal lips pursed open under the manipulations of his tongue; Doris pressed her body back, moved her buttocks from side to side with slow, sensuous movements.

Suddenly Doris panted; air hissed from her mouth, then she gasped: "I-I'm getting a feeling that-that I've never had before!" She pressed up with her bottom, down with her breasts then writhed.

George could feel the tiny asshole throbbing under his tongue; then it squeezed closed, Doris gasped again, pushed back and the opening became wide. He sank his tongue into the mushiness as far as he could and Doris jerked. "It's like coming, George – like coming in my bummie!" She jerked again, panted for air, then wrenched her bottom away from George's mouth, twisted herself onto her back. "Now, my pussy," she commanded, urgently. "Suck my pussy!"

Her pelvis lifted and lowered, slowly and temptingly, in front of his eyes. George flattened his lips against the cream-filled pussy; tasted the thick creaminess again, sank his tongue into it, sucked the stuff out.

"Oooohh, like that," Doris moaned, writhing slowly from side to side. "It's soothing the soreness out of my pussy – making the ache go away."

George swallowed cream, sucked out another mouthful, swallowed again. The vaginal tissue seemed to throb beneath his lips.

"My clit, too," said Doris. "Don't forget to suck that!"

He slithered his tongue up the slit, touched the stiff spire, teased it, nibbled it, then sucked off its creamy coat.

"Do that again," Doris groaned. "Just like you just did on my clit!"

He repeated the sensuous action and Doris made a panting sound. "I'm going to come, George – keep on doing that – it's making me come. Eeeeh, George, I'm orgasm-orgasming – eeeh!"

Her clitoris weaved like quicksilver as he gripped it with his teeth; his tongue moved, tickling the tiny tip, exciting it, rousing it to new heights of sensuality.

"Oooohh, George – ooohh!" Doris panted; twisted herself frantically, almost dislodging George's grip on her clitoris, then let herself shiver and shake as her orgasm shattered through her flesh, spiraling from her blasting clitoris to the walls of her pussy, undulating, throbbing then arcing into her belly.

Slowly, tiredly, George withdrew his face from her body. She writhed, the movements gradually slowing down, then she opened her eyes, which she'd screwed shut as soon as her orgasm began, and smiled at him. "That was nice, George, real nice!"

She stretched herself, luxuriously.

"Is that all, Miss Dainton?" he asked, huskily, his eyes on her luscious body.

Doris stared at his face without speaking, then her eyes went down to his crotch. "I suppose you're all hard!"

George nodded. "Yes, Miss Dainton."

"Let me see it," Doris said, casually. "Open your pants!"

He tensed, then did as she ordered. His organ projected like a finger of desire.

"Um," murmured Doris, "your cock's all big and hard. Does looking at me make it get like that?"

"Yes," he groaned.

"You like having it sucked," Doris murmured, "that's what Mrs. Wynton caught Mabel doing to you yesterday."

"Yes," he mumbled, reddening.

Doris drew her finger up the slit of her pussy, then asked: "Is that what you like best? Having your cock sucked?"

George swallowed, shook his head.

"Fucking?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

He nodded. "You, Miss Dainton, fucking you!"

She smiled at the compliment, then asked, "Why?"

George's mouth worked with his emotion. "Because, Miss Dainton, you've got the tightest, snuggest little cunt that I've ever fucked!" His penis reared as he spoke.

Doris smiled again, then her expression became quizzical as she remembered the night before and Willis… Willis and his monstrous cock! Is my pussy still snug and tight?

She looked at George's face; his expression was tense and strained. There's one way I can find out!

Her hands slithered down her body as her thighs parted, hugely. Her fingertips pulled on the lips at the top of the slit so that her clitoris oozed out. "All right," she said, her voice very low, "fuck it!"

George trembled as he dragged down his clothes, then he staggered to the bed, dropped onto it, covering Doris' small body with his.

She reached down, touched his balls, imagined she felt a churning movement inside as though there was a motor or an engine at work. The base of his shaft thickened, then he thrust the head up, found the still-creamy lips, plunged in between them.

The air hissed from Doris' lungs as the throbbing cock drove up her pussy; she felt her vaginal walls clutching at the organ, caressing it as it careened up its sexual path.

"Sweet fuck!" George gasped, screwing inward, dragging out.

Her clitoris was still aroused and she pressed down with her pelvis so that she could savor the delicious pressure of the stiff shaft gliding over her clitoral tip.

"I-I can't hold it, Miss Dainton," George sobbed. "You've got me so worked up I'm gonna blow my load!"

My pussy's still snug and tight! The thought flashed into Doris' mind as George worked madly towards his orgasm. I've gotta be small and snug if I can make his cock blow so fast! A laugh rippled through Doris' belly, and the vibrations ran down to her clitoris, bringing on her own orgasm with unexpected rapidity.

"Ooohh, George, ooohh!" she squealed, orgasming, rocking herself and feeling the hot blasts from his spitting, spurting cock inside the depths of her pussy.

"Miss Dainton," George gasped, "you're the most – the fucking most!" His exhausted body lay limply on top of Doris.

Slowly, George rolled off the body of his mistress – for that was what she was, now that he had to obey her every command.

"I-I suppose you want me to go, Miss Dainton," he mumbled.

She didn't answer him directly. "Well?" she said, questioningly.

He looked blank.

She squirmed with irritation. "Is it still snug and tight? My pussy, I mean!"

A slow smile spread across his face. "The snuggest, Miss Dainton, the tightest, sweetest fuck!"

She smiled back at him.

"I'm glad you're here," he said. "I hope you're going to stay."

She nodded.

"Is there anything else you'd like, Miss Dainton?" he asked, still smiling.

"Yes, there is," she surprised him by answering. "There's some massaging-cream over on the dresser, and I'd like to be massaged all over. A real massage, I mean – not a sex massage…" she let her eyes smile at him. "You can rub it into the cheeks of my bottom, of course, and over my breasts, but not up my pussy not inside my bummie, I just want a good massage. I take very good care of my body, George, very good care."

"It's a luscious little body," he mumbled.

"I want to keep it that way," she murmured. "Now, will you massage me?"

He nodded, swallowed. It would be a thrilling pleasure just to move his hands over that delicious, little-girlish body that excited him so wildly.

"Yes, Miss Dainton," he said, moving to the dresser, finding the cream she'd mentioned. "It'll be a pleasure to massage you any way you like – any time!"

He poured some lotion onto the palm of his hand then began to rub it onto her back.

Doris lay on her face, smiling, feeling pleasurably relaxed and sexually appeased. The caressing, soothing motion of George's hands on her back was lulling her to sleep.

"Is that the right way, Miss Dainton?" George asked, massaging soft cream into her even-softer body. He sneaked a glance at his wrist watch: Eleven o'clock! Downstairs, they'd be wondering what had happened to me. He grinned: Let them wonder – I don't care!

"Yes, George," said Doris, drowsily, answering him, "that's exactly the way that I like it!"

She liked what he was doing – and the way that he was doing it. Doris smiled: There are a lot of things I like around Romily Manor – and then she wondered: When am I going to start work?