Chapter 8
Doris sat naked on a black leather couch in the basement.
She and Cindy were in the rec room. Doris' bottom pressed deep into the padded black cushions. She kept her legs tightly closed.
Her blindfolded head jerked this way and that in response to sounds. It was only the random creaking of the house settling on its foundation.
Doris didn't know that. She was listening for something - or, rather, for someone. She sat rigidly erect, her backbone ramrod straight.
Cindy sat next to her, hugging her and kissing her. Doris didn't know where Cindy would kiss her next. Cindy alternated the pattern to keep her in suspense.
She would press a quick glancing kiss on Doris' mouth. Suddenly her head would lower to Doris' breasts to lick a nipple.
Next she would nibble on an ear lobe, or lick along the curve of the shoulder, or sharply nip Doris on the hip or thigh, leaving a red mark.
William Warfield descended the stairs into the basement. Doris froze.
She knew that this was the real thing. This was what it was all about.
"Is - is someone there?" She knew that someone was there - she heard his footsteps scuffling on the linoleum floor as he approached.
"Please, say something! Don't torment me!"
Cindy took hold of Doris' head. Doris cried out, tensing for a blow. Instead, Cindy pressed her mouth on Doris' and kissed her.
When she broke off the kiss at last, Doris was breathless and hot.
Cindy pressed her finger across Doris' parted lips, signaling her to silence.
"Shhhh - don't say anything, Doris. He's here. Just obey."
Cindy caressed Doris with long soothing strokes. Doris' nipples were stiff.
William Warfield crossed the room. He wore a robe and slippers. Cindy looked up from Doris and flashed him a hot, wicked smile.
Warfield said nothing. He would remain silent to add to the mystery and suspense.
He sat down on the opposite side of Doris. She was a good looking girl. Her face was attractive. There was power in her finely toned and conditioned body.
He touched her face. She flinched, pulled back. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, a gesture which asserted his authority.
"Be good, Doris - be obedient and loving," Cindy said.
A tentlike bulge rose in the crotch of her father's robe. She could glimpse his red swollen erection through the flaps of his robe.
He was excited. She was, too. Her nipples stood out like pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her breasts. They were so hard they ached.
Warfield's fingers explored the contours of Doris' face. He was careful not to disturb the blindfold - in fact, he checked to see that it was secure.
It was. Cindy had tied it well. She was quite adept at such things.
Doris would not see him. Her imagination must try to visualize what he looked like.
He touched her face. His fingertips traced the line of her neck, the corded columns of muscle which ran up along it.
He touched her breasts. She gasped. He cupped her breast, weighing it in his palm. He played with the nipple, stroking it erect.
He pressed his lips against hers. They were soft and warm. Doris opened her mouth and tilted her head back to be kissed.
His tongue eased into her mouth. Her tongue was still, motionless. It stirred when he rubbed it with his own.
Finally she started to rub her tongue against his, and kiss him back.
He fondled her breasts while he kissed her. He ran his hands over the trembling mounds of soft flesh, over the stiff and throbbing nipples.
He put his hand on her thigh. She tensed up. He pushed her bound hands to the side, off the tops of her thighs. He pushed them open.
Finally she let the tension out of her legs, Her thighs flopped open, exposing her pussy to him. It was lovely - too lovely not to use.
He touched her. His fingers stroked her pussy lips with a feather touch. It wasn't what she expected, and she responded to it.
Her labia were soft and warm. They became warmer still under his caresses.
While he fondled Doris' pussy, Cindy began stroking and squeezing her breasts. Doris squirmed as two pairs of hands excited her.
Cindy put her mouth on Doris' right nipple and sucked it. She clamped the smooth wet insides of her lips against the throbbing point of flesh.
Warfield was excited, too. He pushed aside the flaps of his robe, exposing the rigid erection which rose from his hips.
Cindy continued to suck Doris' breast, but her eyes glinted hungrily as she stared down at her father's impressive rod of flesh.
Warfield guided Doris' bound hands to his groin.
Startled, she gasped and cried out when she touched his hot, stiff flesh.
He put his hand over hers and closed her fingers on his cock. It throbbed heavily in her hand. He guided her hand, moving it up and down.
After a while, he silently signaled to Cindy that she should stop nursing at Doris' nipple. Cindy lifted her wet mouth from the breast.
She stood up, her breasts bobbing. She cupped and lifted them, then squeezed them, the soft milky-white flesh oozing through her spread fingers.
Warfield pushed Doris down on her back on the couch. Doris whimpered but obeyed. He stretched her bound arms back behind her head.
She lay on her back lengthwise on the leather couch, sinking deep into the plush padded cushions. He lifted her legs on the couch.
Then he spread her legs.
Doris felt his hot breath on her pussy. Her labia tingled and quivered. She moaned and writhed when his tongue caressed her pussy lips.
Cindy knelt by the side of the couch. She held Doris' arms down. She resumed her delightful task of kissing and licking Doris' breasts.
Warfield wetly kissed her pulsing pussy. The labia glistened with his saliva when he dipped his tongue inside her.
Doris made a hoarse wailing groan. Her pussy lips spread as his tongue penetrated her. Her hot juices seethed around his tongue.
They tingled in his mouth. He loved her youth and freshness. He pressed his tongue tip on her clitoris and went to work licking it.
Doris was unable to restrain the deep sighing moans which the tonguing produced.
As the rate at which his tongue flickered over her flesh quickened, her sighs turned to wailing gasps. Her hips squirmed and writhed.
He held her down, pinning her to the cushions. His puckered lips pressed her clitoris. His tongue lashed out, whipping her into a frenzy.
She came. Her screech sounded like the yowl of a cat in heat.
Warfield lifted his wet face from her pussy. The labia twitched. Muscles flexed in her taut thighs. Her bush was wet with his saliva.
She was wet and ready. The orgasmic convulsions died away. She was still moaning, still panting for breath, when Warfield mounted her.
She tensed up when his stiff cock pressed her flesh. His knees were between her thighs, prying them open so she couldn't close them.
Cindy smoothed the hair back from Doris' sweating forehead. "Relax ... relax. You've come this far, so don't stop now. Give yourself, don't hold back."
Warfield gripped his cock. A single drop of clear seminal fluid oozed from the red tip when he pressed it against her slippery labia.
"Please - be gentle!" Doris gasped. "Don't hurt me!"
"Nobody's going to hurt you, silly." Cindy fastened her mouth on Doris', and thrust her tongue inside, silencing her with kisses.
She held Doris' head in her hands so she couldn't pull away if she wanted to - not that she wanted to. Doris kissed her back, hard.
Warfield rubbed his swollen cock head up and down her pussy lips, massaging him. The cock head glided, lubricated by masses of saliva.
The cock head pried her pussy lips open. He stuffed it inside her.
Doris moaned from deep in the back of her throat as his hard cock penetrated her. But her pussy dripped with moisture, lubricating his hard flesh.
The red shaft of his cock sank into her slowly. Her pussy lips were spread and quivering. Her membranes stretched to accept him.
Then he was inside her, all the way. She shuddered from the intensity of the mixed emotions she felt. And still the blindfold kept her in darkness.
Warfield thrusted. His buttocks were taut. His cock throbbed steadily as it glided back and forth over her slippery, seething membranes.
She was good - hot and tight. He thrust deeply, making her moan. After a while, she rocked her hips in response to his movements.
His penis heated to the boiling point from the intense sexual friction. The entire arrangement had been ultra-erotic.
He had been hard pressed to restrain his orgasm up to now. He could hold back no longer. He sank his shaft in her and came.
Semen spurted from his erection in thick gushes. Her membranes reflexively contracted, squeezing his stiff cock, clamping down on it.
He shuddered as the last drops of semen were milked from his member.
The come was warm and soothing as it soaked into her overheated pussy flesh. She felt like she was melting down inside.
Cindy took her mouth off so Doris could breath. She made sure that the blindfold was on good and tight.
Warfield groaned. His eyes were glazed and shining. Sweat shone on his face. He lifted himself up, pulling out of her pussy.
A thrilling spasm shot through his heated cock flesh as he withdrew. Her lips expanded outward, giving up his knobbed cock head with a liquid popping sound.
Doris lay still. Her stiff-nippled breasts shook as she breathed.
Warfield looked down at her. He put his hands on her hips and rolled her over on her stomach. Doris hid her face in her outstretched arms.
She had a lovely bottom. She moaned softly as he touched it. The rounded cheeks were taut and smooth. He kneaded and fondled them.
He pulled apart her bottom cheeks. She whimpered. Her brown rosebud quivered.
He dipped his finger into her pussy and scooped out some come, wetting his finger with it. He pressed it against her anus.
Her buttocks quivered, but she did not fight him. He pushed his finger deep in her ass. She groaned, but not with pain.
His cock quivered. He would have loved to fuck her ass, but - that would be pushing things too far too soon.
She would have to be prepared for anal penetration. It would be too violent, too active to take her that way now. He could wait.
Doris didn't know it yet, but this was only the first time she would submit to him, and most certainly not the last.
He took his finger out of her ass. The wrinkled folds of the rosebud closed, sealing the narrow passage. He patted her bottom.
He and Cindy put their hands under Doris' bound arms and lifted her to a kneeling position. Semen oozed from between her pussy lips.
A drop of semen spilled on the black leather cushions of the couch.
Warfield planned to spill some more semen himself.
His cock was red, rubbery, semi-erect. It was sticky with glistening semen. It throbbed when his fingers lightly circled it.
He stood on the floor, so his groin was level with her head. Doris was in a position of rigid attention. Her lips were parted.
He pressed his cock against her face. She squirmed and tried to pull back, but Cindy held her head in place while her father rubbed his cock against her face.
"This is just like when you suck my dildo, Doris, so don't panic!" Cindy said. "Just do like I told you and everything will be fine!"
Doris resigned herself to submitting to this latest liberty. She sighed heavily.
Warfield pressed his cock head against her soft lips. She opened her mouth wider. Her tongue tip shyly pressed his cock.
She licked the head. He put it in her mouth. She curled her puckered lips over her teeth and wrapped them around his cock shaft.
Her tongue worked, swirling against his cock head, sucking it.
He pushed deeper - she accepted it. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
Cindy smiled with wicked pleasure. Doris' ready submission made her look good. She fondled Doris breasts, pinching the stiff nipples.
Warfield pressed his palms against her cheeks. His buttocks were tight as he shoved his cock back and forth, fucking her mouth.
Stiffness had returned to his member the instant it was enveloped by her hot wet mouth. He pumped his red rod over her lips.
He was able to go for a long time, since he had eased his erotic tension already by coming in her pussy.
He gave her a chance to work out. He was like a sex machine, pumping his cock in and out, never pulling the cock head past her lips.
Slowly, inevitably, heat spread through his shaft, up into his belly.
There was only one way to quench that heat. When it reached the melting point, he shoved his cock deep inside her throat.
His cock head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat. Before she could gag or choke, he pulled forward, giving her some breathing space.
She lost her breath, though, when his twitching cock squeezed semen down her throat. He didn't come as heavily the second time.
Just because he shot less semen didn't mean that his orgasm was any less intense. If anything, it was even more overpowering.
"Swallow it!" Cindy hissed. "Swallow it all!"
Fighting against her revulsion, Doris gulped down the come. It was thick as it trickled down her gullet. She hoped she wouldn't be sick.
She mastered her nausea and kept it down. The flow of semen faded to a thin ooze which slowly trickled from his cock head.
He kept his cock in her mouth. It was still stiff and throbbing. She heard him moan and sigh. He caressed her cheek, fondled her hair.
Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth. A strand of semen clung to her chin. Come made her red lips shine brightly.
Saying nothing, Warfield picked up his robe and put it on. He stepped into his slippers, nodded to his daughter, and left the room.
He climbed the stairs, vanishing from sight.
"My father thanks you," Cindy said. "I thank you. You did real good, Doris. I'm very pleased, very proud of you." She kissed her.
Cindy hugged and kissed Doris for five minutes. She gave her father enough time to get safely upstairs and out of sight.
She led Doris out of the basement, keeping the blindfold on her. Doris never saw a glimpse of the room in which she had given herself to a stranger.
She never saw the stranger - he was a faceless man, a shadow, unreal.
Cindy guided her up the stairs to the living room. She put on her bra and panties and pulled on her dress before she took off Doris' blindfold.
Doris blinked, squeezing her eyes tightly shut against the sudden light. Cindy untied her bound hands while Doris gradually accustomed herself to the light.
"Put on your clothes, Doris. It's time to go."
Doris looked around the room as she put her panties and dress on. Her gaze scanned the surroundings, seeking the stranger who had used her like his slave whore.
But he wasn't there. She could only guess at his appearance.
She dressed. Cindy zipped up the back of her dress. They crossed to the front door. It was a cool moonless night.
They got in the car. Doris got behind the wheel and started the ignition.
"Because you were so good, Doris, I'm going to reward you. I'll be spending the night at your house. You can think about what I'm going to do to you in bed."
Warfield peered out of his study window, watching Doris drive away with Cindy.
He had more than just memories of this arousing evening. He had a permanent record. There was a video camera mounted in the ceiling over the leather couch on which he had fucked Doris. The entire session was preserved on video tape.