Chapter 7
The servant's quarters were located in a small house behind the mansion. Julian Froline slipped through the shadows and silently climbed the stairs to Lucy Lyncastle's room. Lucy was dressed and waiting for him.
Her massive brown torso was encased in a shocking pink satin corset. The garment cinched in her thick middle. It pushed up her huge breasts, and plumped out her rounded brown buttocks. The corset had many ribbons and laces and bows.
The corset's garters were attached to a pair of light pink nylons which covered her strong legs. Her thighs were plump and strong.
A pair of pink satin panties covered her hips. She wore the panties over her garters and stockings for quick and easy removal.
Lucy didn't have any pink shoes. Instead, she wore a pair of white patent leather shoes with high heels which made the big woman much taller.
Lucy wasted no time. As soon as Julian was safe inside her room, she peeled off his shirt and took down his jeans. Around his hips were a pair of old panties.
He sighed with disappointment as she stripped the panties off. Lucy said, "Don't you fret none about that, honey child. I was downtown shopping today and I bought you all kind of pretties. Now, show Lucy how much you love her."
Julian knelt. Lucy spread her feet and put her hands on her hips. Julian kissed her shoes. Lucy smiled. She turned around, presenting her wide bottom to him. She tugged down her panties, baring a pair of smooth, soft, swelling brown globes. Julian tenderly and lovingly kissed both her bottom cheeks.
Lucy sighed as she said, "That feels so sweet that I could have you all do that all night long. Maybe I will, later. But first, I have to get you dressed."
She marched him into the bathroom and filled a tub with hot, soapy water. She poured skin-softening and moisturizing lotions into the water.
Julian got into it. Lucy soaped up a wash cloth and scrubbed his body. She spent a lot of time washing his penis and his ass. She scrubbed heaps of frothy white lather into his genitals and his bottom. She was very thorough and parted his buttocks so she could wash inside them. She even twirled one edge of the cloth into a point, then stuffed it into his anus so she could wash that, too.
Julian got out of the bath and she toweled him dry. His pale skin was pink and shiny and gleaming. She toweled his pubic bush until it was soft and fluffy.
Lucy rubbed moisturizing cream into his flesh. Her strong brown hands were coated with the lotion and she massaged it into his buttocks and thighs and hips.
Julian got hard from this treatment and his stiff member bobbed and jerked. Lucy gave it a playful little squeeze, then took him back into the main room.
There was a large bag on a chair. Lucy took some boxes out from it, opened them and laid his new garments out on the bed. Julian gasped and thanked her sincerely for purchasing him such lovely and sexy girl's clothes.
Lucy said, "You can show your gratitude to me where it counts - in bed."
First, she dressed him. A white padded bra went on his chest. The foam rubber inserts in the bra gave the illusion of small, pert, pointed breasts.
Next came his garter belt. It was made of white satin with lace flounces. Julian all but danced in ecstasy as her strong hands pinned it around his waist.
White stockings soon covered his legs. Lucy fondled his penis as she fastened the metal garter tabs to the stocking tops. His cock was red and stiff.
He was so excited, that a few drops of semen oozed from the red tip of his cock. The semen glistened. Lucy gripped his member, lowered her head and licked the semen off. She smacked her wide lips in pleasure.
His hard cock was tucked into the crotch of a pair of frilly white lace panties. The panties were tight and seemed to caress his sensitive penis flesh.
Julian was feverish with arousal. Lucy put him into a sexy, gauzy white robe. It was sleeveless and reached from his shoulders to his ankles.
The robe clung to his slender body, which was outlined beneath it. The garment crackled with static electricity and smelled faintly of perfume.
Neat white shoes with pointed toes and flat heels were put on his feet. They had thin leather straps which passed across the tops of his feet. Lucy buckled him into them. She said that he was still too young for high heels yet.
She ran her thick brown fingers through his hair. He wore it long and she rearranged it so that it would look even more soft and feminine.
She wanted to put make-up on him, but decided to save that for a later date. He was more than ready for her now.
She said, "I dressed you all in white, honey child. You know why I did that? 'Cause you're a virgin. You ain't never gone to bed with a woman. Well, you ain't gonna be a virgin no more when you leave here tonight."
She took him by the hand and led him to her bed. She pulled down the blankets. He climbed on the mattress and Lucy joined him.
She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet resting on the floor. She had him sit on her lap. His pantied bottom rested on her warm, nylon covered thighs.
She kissed and caressed him. She was the dominator, the aggressor. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, tasting him. Her hands roamed over his body.
She caressed his stockinged thighs. She fondled his hard cock through the white panties. She kneaded his soft, boyish buttocks.
She pulled his head to her bosom. He rested it on her breasts. They were warm and yielding and smelled like perfume. Her hand rubbed his member.
She eased him off her lap and made him lie down on his back on her bed. He looked up at her voluptuous body with awe in his shining eyes.
She pulled down her panties. Her bush was thick and black, her pussy lips were thick and fleshy. She ran her fingers through her pussy lips, stroking them.
She opened his sexy robe. The mattress sank under her weight as she climbed on top of him, her breasts bobbing. She reached into the top of her corset and pulled her breasts free from the cups which confined them.
Her fat nipples were purple-brown, with immense rosettes. She leaned over Julian and rubbed her breasts against his hot, excited face.
She cupped her breast and fed her nipple into his mouth. His lips formed an O as he sucked the nipple, which seemed as large as a thumb to him.
"That's right, honey, suck at my tittie," she crooned. "Suck it good."
Her breast glistened with his saliva when she finally took it away from him. She had him lift his bottom from the mattress so she could take his panties down.
The panties rustled against his stockings as she pulled them off.
His cock twitched and bobbed. Lucy leaned over him, gripped his member and guided it into her mouth. He moaned and shivered as his hard cock was surrounded by the wet heat and thick, fat tongue of her mouth.
Lucy bobbed her head up and down, back and forth, sucking his penis. Julian made his hands into fists and dug his nails into the palms.
Lucy sucked him wetly. Julian wanted to hold back for her. She knew what he was doing and just told him to stop holding back and let go.
Semen jetted into her mouth as he came. Lucy slurped and sucked it down her throat, gulping the thick fluid like it was honey. Julian cried with pleasure.
Finally, she took her head away from his cock. The red member was still stiff. Blue veins throbbed on the shaft. It gleamed with saliva and semen.
Now that she had sucked him off, she didn't have to worry about him coming prematurely in her pussy. She lowered herself on top of him.
She was a big woman and she covered him with her body. His flesh tingled where her satin corset rubbed his bare skin. Lucy kissed him on the mouth.
He was a bit afraid to kiss her, because his penis had been in her mouth and so had his come. But he didn't pull away from her. She knew what was best for him.
She reached under him and gripped his cock. It brushed against her pubic bush, which felt softer than the softest fur. She guided the cock head between her pussy lips and lowered her massive brown hips down on him, taking the shaft inside her.
The wet heat of her pussy nearly made Julian faint from excitement. He had never been inside a woman before. He realized that it was a thousand times better than anything he had ever fantasized about it.
Lucy was a big woman who had given birth to a few children, so her pussy was a bit stretched out inside. But Julian hardly noticed anything like that.
Lucy fucked him. She rocked her brown hips back and forth. For such a big woman she was extraordinarily loose and flexible and she moved her hips like a whip.
She squeezed his breasts in his padded bra. She covered his sweating face with hot kisses. She caressed his taut, stockinged thighs.
All the while, she moved back and forth, creating sensual friction as her slick wet pussy rubbed against his rigid red shaft.
He came. She stretched out on him, enveloping his head between her breasts. The massive mounds of perfumed flesh covered him as he ejaculated.
Her breasts muffled his frantic cries of pleasure and ecstasy. His stiff cock felt like a. live wire inside her as it spurted gushing semen into her pussy.
Lucy rested. Julian lay on the bed like he had fainted. Lucy amused herself by fondling his hair and caressing his smooth, soft shoulders.
Back in the mansion, Charlotte was hardly so loving and generous with her man. Marla had instructed Charlotte to demonstrate right at the start that she would be Nelson's new, supreme mistress. Charlotte acted on her good advice.
Nelson was in bondage. He was gagged with a pair of Charlotte's soiled panties. He lay on the leather covered couch, twitching and moaning.
Charlotte set aside her switch. She had just used it to chastise Nelson for his lack of faith in his stern but loving wife. She had certainly demonstrated without question that she was his new master and would rule him with severity. His plump buttocks were criss-crossed with many red slashes from the switching.
Charlotte had enjoyed punishing Nelson. Her enjoyment was increased by the way she had fondled her pussy while she wielded the switch.
His cries were sweet to her and even through his gag he had suffered loudly enough for her to hear him. She was glad that she had dismissed the servants earlier that evening, since Nelson's moans were quite loud.
She unknotted the stocking at the back of his head and pulled her used panties out of his mouth. They were soaked through and through with her saliva.
She said, "Stop your whimpering, Nellie and pay attention to me, or I'll really give you something to cry about! Do you admit that I am your unquestioned mistress?" Between sobs he quickly affirmed her statement.
She continued, "You will serve me and only me from now on. Marla and I have become fast friends, so if she should ever desire to use you, we might arrange something. But she is leaving Dallas soon. You will take your orders from me."
She lifted her leg and rested her shoe on the couch on which he lay. "Show your mistress how much you love her. Polish my shoe with your tongue."
Tears ran down his red face as he raised it up. Charlotte was glad that she hadn't bothered to put make-up on him, since it would only have been smeared.
His pink tongue glided over the high-heeled shoe. Charlotte said, "Marla tells me that you're very talented with your mouth, Nellie. Show me how well you suck."
He opened his mouth wide. Charlotte guided her pointed toe inside it. His pink lips pressed against the leather. He rose up on his knees on the couch so he could suck the shoe better. His head bobbed back and forth.
His penis was stiff and straight and thick. It jutted from his hips.
Charlotte pulled her shoe's toe from his mouth. Saliva glistened on leather.
Leaning forward, she gripped his cock. "Marla told me that whipping got you hard and kept you hard and I see that's true. You've shown more life in the last hour than I've seen you show in the last year. Although it isn't hard to see why you could never perform adequately in bed for your wife - you were too busy dressing up and satisfying strange mistresses. Well, those days are over, slave girl. From now on, your only thought will be of how you can please me."
There was a swivel chair behind his desk. It was mounted on wheels and she rolled it over by the couch. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.
She sat down on the chair. Her bush was soft and sand colored. Her pussy lips were rosy and full. She opened her legs. Nelson stared hungrily at her pussy.
Charlotte said, "What I really resent, Nellie, is that you would spend hours with your mouth pressed against your mistress' pussy, but you've never gone down on me. You've got a lot of lost time to make up for, slave girl."
Charlotte fondled her pussy with long, loving strokes. "Now, crawl over here, slave girl and get your face where it belongs - right between my legs!"
His hands were tied behind him and Charlotte made no move to help him off the couch, Nelson rolled on his side, gasping as his whipped bottom rubbed the couch.
Clumsily he put his high-heeled feet on the carpet and eased off the couch. He got down on his knees and slowly inched across the carpet to his wife.
Charlotte smiled as he watched him struggle to reach her. Her hands moved across her pussy lips, fondling sweet pleasure into them, making herself hot and wet so that her membranes would be saturated with juices.
Finally, Nelson knelt at her feet. He looked up at her with awe in his eyes.
He said, "Charlotte - if I only knew - I mean, I never guessed that you would or could be like this! You're strong - cruel - beautiful!"
"You might have known years ago, if you had only come to me and told me what you needed," she said. "Since you decided to trust strange mistresses instead of your own wife, you'll just have to take the punishments coming to you."
She leaned forward. It seemed as though her lush white breasts would tumble free from the black lace bra which held them, but they didn't.
She slapped him across the face twice, so that both his cheeks were red and stinging. Then she took hold of his ears and pulled his head between her legs.
Nelson's slave instincts took over. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was how to please a woman by using only his mouth.
He rubbed his wet lips against her pussy lips. He polished her pink labia with her tongue, then stabbed it between the pussy lips, into the honey pot inside.
Her juices tingled electrically on his tongue. This was the first time he had ever tasted his wife's pussy. Now, he wanted only to taste it again and again.
His tongue glided over her wet membranes. She was an inferno inside and he felt the heat of her pussy on his mouth and chin.
She tugged upward on his ears and made him lick her clitoris. It was a pearl of flesh and he applied his tongue to it. She moved forward on the wheeled chair. His mouth was glued to her pussy. He licked and slurped and sucked.
His tongue tip whipped back and forth on her clitoris. Charlotte fondled her white breasts where they emerged from the lacy black bra cups.
Her hard nipples jutted against the cups. She pinched them through the fabric. Tingling currents of pleasure and pain ran through her body.
Charlotte's eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed. She rocked forward, bumping and grinding her pussy against her cross-dressed husband's mouth.
He brought her to orgasm. It was one of the sweetest she had ever had. It was so intense, that she pushed him away, since the feeling of his tongue on her clitoris while she orgasmed was too powerful for her to endure.
Moaning, she leaned forward like she was doubling over. She clutched her belly in both arms and squeezed her stockinged thighs closed, rubbing them against her pussy.
After some minutes, she had recovered sufficiently from the devastating orgasm to stand up. Nelson remained on the floor, kneeling humbly.
She said, "Now that I see just how good you are with that tongue, slave girl, I'm really furious! You should have been using that on me all these years!"
She crossed the room to the place where she had discarded her robe. "Well, Nellie, I'm going to do something which will establish for all time and without question that I am your mistress supreme." Puzzled, he stared at her.
Charlotte reached into the pocket of her robe. It was a deep pocket. She pulled out a dildo which Marla had given her and a tube of anal lubricant.
Nelson's gasp sounded like a hot iron being plunged into icy water. It could have been heard out in the hall - and was, although Charlotte and Nelson didn't know they were being spied on. But they were and had been from the start.
Linda Sue knelt out in the dimly shadowed hall with her eye pressed to the keyhole of the locked door. Sweat streamed down her face.
An hour earlier, Linda Sue saw her mother go into Nelson's study and lock the door behind her. Incurably curious, Linda Sue peeped through the keyhole.
The things she saw astounded her. She saw her mother strip off her robe, revealing the sexy garments which made her seductive body even more alluring.
Linda Sue always thought that her mother was gorgeous, but she had never thought of her as all that sexy. Now, she realized her mother was a wanton temptress.
But that revelation was more than matched by the one which followed a few moments later when her daddy took off his clothes.
Linda Sue clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping when she saw her handsome daddy's body garmented in panties, stockings and high heels.
She watched, hypnotized by the spectacle of Charlotte binding her cross-dressed husband, humiliating him verbally as she readied him for his strapping.
Linda Sue winced in sympathy when Charlotte laid the leather strap across her daddy's squirming buttocks. The crack of leather against soft flesh could be clearly heard. She stared as Nelson's bared bottom turned bright red.
Linda Sue wore a simple but expensive one-piece cotton dress. It was made of cotton and clung to her curves. She wasn't wearing a bra and her pert breasts thrust against the fabric of the dress. Her nipples hardened as she watched.
Linda Sue got all hot and bothered as she watched her daddy crawl across the floor, tears still spilling from his eyes from his recent whipping.
She respected her mother for forcing him to serve her pleasure. She was impressed by the no-nonsense manner in which Charlotte pulled Nelson's mouth against her pussy and demanded that he serve her and bring her to orgasm.
Now, Linda Sue's heart beat wildly as she saw Charlotte strap the dildo around her hips. Of all the things she had seen tonight, this was the kinkiest yet!
Charlotte hooked her hands under Nelson's arms and helped him to rise to his feet. Taking hold of his stiff cock, she led him across the room.
She cleared off his desk top with one sweep of her arm, sending papers and pencils and various objects crashing to the floor. She took a cushion from the couch and laid it on the desk top. She made Nelson spread his feet shoulder width apart and bent him forward from the waist, until his flat tummy rested on the cushion.
His hands were bound behind his back. He looked nervously over his shoulder at her.
Charlotte said, "I'm going to do one thing which not even Marla has done to you yet. I'm going to play the man's part and you'll be my virgin slave!"
The dildo dangled obscenely from her woman's hips. She unscrewed the cap from the tube of anal lubricant, then spread his white buttocks apart.
She pressed the nozzle of the tube directly against his puckered brown anus.
She said, "You're tight back there, but I'll stretch you out!"
She squeezed the tube, propelling a fat dollop of lubricant directly on and into his anus. She set the tube aside and smeared it in the crack of his ass.
He sighed as her long fingers massaged the lubricant into his bottom. She took some more lubricant, smeared it in her hands and greased the dildo with it."
Nelson said, "Please, Charlotte - I know that I don't have the right to ask you for anything, lowly slave that I am - but please don't hurt me."
She patted his bottom reassuringly. "Don't worry, darling. I'm gentle with virgins."
She parted his buttocks and guided the dildo head to his tiny anal opening.
Outside the door, Linda Sue had to do something to ease the tremendous heat she felt in her pussy. She reached under her dress, pulled down her panties and buried her fingers in her pussy. She fondled herself as she watched.
Charlotte poked Nelson's sensitive anus with the dildo head. He grunted and groaned as she stuffed the head past his anal ring. He cried out as he was penetrated. Charlotte gripped his squirming hips and leaned into him, slowly easing the length of the dildo into his hot, tight, creamy rectum.
He wasn't really a virgin in his ass, but he had only had it fucked a few times by an obese dominatrix a few years ago, so he was virginally tight.
Tears rolled down from his staring eyes as Charlotte pierced him with the dildo. She reached under him, gripped his erect cock and stroked it as she fucked him.
She rocked back and forth. Nelson cried out again as he came, semen jetting in milky strands from the red head of his throbbing cock.
A soft sound made Linda Sue turn around. Her dress was raised, her fingers were racing over her pussy and she was sweating.
Lucy Lyncastle stood in the hall, staring at her. Lucy had dressed so she could escort the ecstatic Julian, once more in male clothes, back to his room.
It would be hard to say who was more surprised, Linda Sue or Lucy.
Lucy put her fingers to her lips and said, "Shhh!" Her juices glistened on her fingers. Linda Sue rose up silently and hurried to her.
Lucy said, "Child, what in the world are you doing?!"
Linda Sue whispered, "We have to talk, Lucy! I know about you and Julian! I've got something to tell you that will blow your mind!"