Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (45 page)

“Lenore? Uhhh… Mrs. Dearing is waiting…” Rory reminded.

“Oh… Yes… Oh…” Lenore moaned.

Lenore pushed the cock fully into her puss and tightened the straps around her legs and waist. With her powerful vaginal muscles she clamped the slit-stuffing shlong. With a press of a small, rubbery button at the side of the leather harness, Lenore activated the clitoral stimulator. In seconds she felt her body electrify, moaning and panting, eager to fill Marla’s furry fuck hole.

“Rory… Rory… Please… Ohhhhh... Please… Release the slut and… and… take off… her blindfold.”

“As you wish, Ma’am.”

Rory released the clamps restraining Marla’s hands and feet and removed the blindfold from her face. For the first time the Paulson grad absorbed the frightening splendor of The Mistress-in-waiting. As had so many thousands before her, Marla immediately fell under the supermodel’s spell, enraptured by her bronzed perfection and mesmerizing golden-brown eyes. Simply being in the presence of Paulson’s most famous, paparazzi-luring graduate bolstered Marla’s eagerness to please.

Lenore gripped the phony cock and moved the vibe over her clit. She struggled to maintain her character, every word more labored than the last, her mind one, small step from not giving a fuck. She trembled as pangs of anticipation spread across her body.

“Now… Ohhh… Ohhh…. Marla, roll over and... Lift… Ohhh… Lift… Lift your ass for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

The clit stimulator hummed in Lenore’s pussy. Lenore’s legs started their familiar twitch. Rory smiled, watching his sweetheart gear up for yet another grand release.

“You have… Been a very… Ohhh... A very naughty girl… Ohhh… so far, Marla. Let’s see how… Ohhh… naughty you are with… With… A… A rubber cock in your pussy!”

“Yes, Ma’am…” Lenore met resistance with her first thrust. “OHHHH FUCK, MA’AM!”

Marla’s oft-visited pussy, like Lenore’s, was a fleshy vise. The clit vibe bounced against Lenore’s button during withdrawal, the head of the up-curved rubber dick put passing pressure on her G-spot.

“OH MY GOD! Mrs. Dearing… Ohhh! You are a… a… a...” Lenore shook her head, willing away the distraction of looming climax. “Oh God… You are tight… Ohhh… aren't you?”

“Yesssssss... Yessssss... Ohhhhhh...”

Lenore stared into Marla’s eyes and invaded her intimate space, speeding her thrusts, feeling fullness in her twat and withdrawing from Marla’s bottom. The assistant’s moaning and groaning turned earsplitting and primal, signaling her readiness for release.

“You want it? You want me to… to… Oh my God… to... fuck you? Tell me! Tell me… how much… You… Want to be fucked! BEG me, bitch!”

“Oh Ma’am! I need you to fuck me… Hard... Harder! Ohhhh! Uhhhn... Fuck! Please! Ma’am, please!”

“Come on… You fucking whore! BEG ME! You did a… A better job of begging
my adulterous boyfriend
to fuck you! Beg ME!”

“Oh God! Ma’am! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Please… Please Fuck me! Please fuck me hard! Please! I’m… I’m nothing! I don’t deserve you! I’M WORTHLESS! Oh please… Please… Fuck me! Please!”

Marla’s bleating accelerated Lenore’s descent into madness. The evolving Mistress crammed the double-headed device into the assistant on the down strokes and back into herself on the up. The clit vibe buzzed loudly. Nearby, Rory stroked himself, keeping his erection ready for the next, certain act. After a five-minute-long Sapphic sprint, Lenore rocked the Irish beauty to another orgasm. The assistant collapsed.

Weak-kneed, Lenore stumbled off the bed and removed the strap-on. She ordered Marla and Rory into a three-way. “Whore… Turn over and… put your head… up to the headboard... you… you… fucking slut! Rory… Get behind me.”

Preparing for a return to the bed, Lenore bit one of Marla’s nipples and shoved two fingers up Marla’s vagina, keeping the sub’s excitement heightened in preparation for the next act.

Lenore’s tenuous mask of dignity collapsed. She licked Marla’s body furiously, drinking from her abundant sweat, blazing a path from Marla’s ankles to her pussy. Lenore arrived at Marla’s tits, which she bit, pinched, slapped, and sucked repeatedly. She licked Marla’s cheeks and lips, kissing her eyelids, nibbling the servant’s lower lip and then plunging her tongue into Marla’s ear.

“I want to eat your fucking pussy, my little whore. I want to taste you for myself and find out why my horny boy thinks you are worth adding to our staff. You must taste amazing for my lover to want to hire you. Then my boyfriend will fuck me with the same cock he just gave you as a gift. Does that excite you, whore? Does it excite you to know that you sampled my boyfriend’s cock before I did today?”

“Yes, Ma’am! Oh, Ma’am, you are too kind to me! I do not deserve this! I deserve discipline for fucking the Master! I'm such a filthy whore! I’m a filthy, unfaithful wife and I must be disciplined! Discipline me, Mistress! Please! Punish me! Whip me, Mistress! Whip me!”

Lenore laughed. “Soon enough, my eager beaver. Soon enough!” Lenore glanced over her shoulder at Rory and smiled, sharing a,
“You have really outdone yourself”
look of appreciation with her lover. “I will discipline you one day, my little filly. I will ride you and you will feel my crop, I promise you. First, though, I must taste you.”

Lenore climbed between Marla’s legs and attached her mouth to the sub’s fuck hole, licking and flicking Marla’s fur-lined clit. Marla quaked with delight as Lenore worked over her labia. Mid-stroke, Lenore poked a stiff digit into Marla’s love canal.

Rory removed his condom, preparing to submit his fleshy rod to the clenching care of Lenore’s Kegel-powered cunt. He stabbed at Lenore, jabbing her and pulling away repeatedly, making her gasp with each intrusion, then ended his teasing and settled into a rapacious fuck.

Filth and depravity spewed from Lenore’s mouth, demanding harder, faster, deeper penetration at the end of Rory’s cock. “You horny bastard! You horny fucking bastard! You are not fucking me as hard as you did this adulterous little whore! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me harder than you fucked her! Do it! Fuck me harder!”

The jolting impact of Rory’s coupling slammed Lenore’s face into Marla’s pussy, shocking the assistant, knocking her head into the headboard. Marla lifted her head, reached down, and grabbed a fistful of Lenore’s hair. The shy, fearful girl from 1402 broke protocol. She forced Lenore’s face into her snatch and turned the tables.

“You aren’t doing it for me, you fucking bitch! You call yourself a Mistress? Bullshit! Your fucking tongue is pathetic and your mouth isn't making me fucking come! I expected better out of you, bitch! You’re
weak
, Lenore! You’re a pathetic excuse for a Mistress and you are not making me come!”

Marla grabbed Lenore’s head with both hands and secured it to her clam, each crash from Rory’s cock rocking the trio back and forth. “I said make me fucking come! Make me fucking come, Lenore!”

Lenore could not respond with her mouth full of hair pie. She grabbed Marla’s back, lacking for air with her nose and mouth filled with Marla’s flesh and wetness. Lenore experienced oxygen-deprived ecstasy as a comforting cascade of tremors rolled through her thighs.

Lenore gushed. Her body shook violently, her head flew back, her buttocks jiggled. She clamped on Marla’s clit and shook her face back and forth as her body convulsed. Rory felt Lenore’s strangling grip on his prick and could no longer contain his explosion. He flooded Lenore with spurting jism, its familiar warmth pushing her climax over the edge. Marla rolled to another twisting, torqueing orgasm.

The threesome collapsed, aftershocks tapering, their bodies melting together. Marla stroked and caressed Lenore’s head as it lay against her crotch.

Before long, Lenore crept up Marla’s body, the straps of her corset scraping against the assistant’s beautiful, Anglo skin. Rory’s cum dripped from Lenore’s snatch onto Marla’s leg and then into her pussy.

Rory slid up in the bed next to Marla, rolled between the two women, and collapsed. The future Mistress and her new assistant snuggled themselves closely to their Master, wrapping a leg around each of his legs and splitting their bosoms against his chest. Each laid an arm across his body, settling their heads on his chest. The girls rubbed Rory gently, moving beads of sweat from here to there and back again.

Lenore looked across Rory’s chest to her new personal assistant. She had nothing to fear within the walls of Staffordshire. She positively loved consuming a beautiful pussy. She could eat all the pussy she wanted without fear of public humiliation.

“Well, Mrs. Dearing… I think… It is safe to say… You have the job.”

Marla giggled. “Thank you, Ma’am. When do you want me to start?”

“I think we have already moved past that point, don’t you, dear?” Then, to Rory, she added, “Darling, I assume you have a room set aside for Mrs. Dearing and her husband?”

“Yes, I do. You may have noticed the door at the side of the Master bedroom. Marla… and Declan… will be steps away, ready to assist us at a moment’s notice.”

The Dominatrix made a return visit as the usually self-effacing and reserved Lenore turned brash braggart. “Marla, my little slut, do you honestly believe your husband is up to the challenge of pleasuring the sexiest attorney in Manhattan? Is he as handsome as Mr. St. Cloud? Do you think your pathetic
boy
has what it takes to satisfy
me
?”

“Ma’am, not only is my husband as handsome as The Master, but he has a beautiful cock I am certain you will love. He told me that if you require proof, he will be happy to fuck you until you pass out.”

“Oh, Rory! You picked very, very well!”

“Thank you, dear. We tried.”

“Marla, do you and your husband have any plans for this evening?”

“Not unless Mr. St. Cloud returns my clothes. He took them from me and tossed them in the trash before I came to the basement.”

“Really? Rory, why did you do that?”

“Confidence, my dear. I knew you would love her. Sonia has already taken the liberty of assembling a more appropriately fetching, custom-tailored wardrobe for Mrs. Dearing. It’s in their apartment.

“By the way, Lenore… Her husband is upstairs awaiting word of the interview. Of course, he will also require your personal seal of approval.”

Shaking her head at Rory’s transparency, Lenore reached across and slipped her index finger into Marla’s mouth, sliding it in and out as Marla sucked. “Marla, my dear, you and your husband will be our guests for dinner. After dinner I will interview your husband to be certain he fits my criteria.”

Marla laughed. “Your criteria and mine must be very similar, Ma’am. Mr. St. Cloud and my husband both fit
my
criteria about the same.”

Lenore laughed boisterously and slapped Marla’s thigh, leaving a bright, red hand imprint on the assistant’s milky skin. “You naughty, wicked little girl! We will get along famously!”

Rory glanced down at his future bride and her new assistant, each draping across his chest, attending to the Master in post-coital care. He sighed with relief.

Lenore De La Fuente was “The One.”

Staffordshire would be renewed.

Part 8

The Prodigal Mind

Thirty One

Lena fidgeted impatiently in the big comfy chair, waiting for Lenore to return from her trip to Staffordshire. Her barefoot, jean-wearing legs bounced restlessly. She glanced at her black dial, diamond-accented Rolex.

“8:30PM? C’mon, Lenore! Where the hell are you? This is getting monotonous, Freaky!”

Three days since Lenore left for her visit to Staffordshire. Three long, uncommunicative, worrisome days. Lenore hadn’t called. No update, no check-in. Nothing.

When Lena called Sizemore & Horst to see if they heard from their wayward attorney, the receptionist informed Lena that her roommate had called in on the first day. Lenore said she needed a few days off and Rory St. Cloud would square things with Mr. Sizemore upon Lenore’s return.

St. Moneybags would also find himself “squaring” things with Lena.

Simply dropping the name Rory St. Cloud earned Lenore a year off if she wished. Rory’s little “donation” at the Rising Stars event ensured Lenore the ability to come and go as she pleased, keeping people waiting, making people wonder. In an irritating way, her lengthy disappearance only added to Lenore’s press-ready mystique.

Lenore’s troubled roommate was not quite as understanding or patient.

Lena stood, paced, went to the window, looked out, returned to the front door, checked the lock, checked her watch, paced some more, moved into the kitchen for a glass of water, paced some more, moved back to the window, looked out, paced more, checked her watch again, visited the bathroom, peed, masturbated on the bed with her favorite vibrator to relieve the tension, returned to the living room, and dropped herself back into the large comfy chair.

8:55PM. The Wild Child threw her hands up in frustration.

“Okay, goddammit! I’m giving her 5 more minutes before I call the State Police!”