Chapter 5
With no preliminaries, Emory Todd shoved his cock in my face.
His cock wasn't circumcised. Daddy's is. I haven't ever had an uncut cock, so I stared at it.
It was a fat trunk of flesh, all wrinkled and crumpled at the head, where the foreskin covered the cock head.
He didn't pull down his pants, or anything.
He just pulled his cock out his fly, and let it dangle down on his pants. But not for long.
He stood at the bedside, his crotch about level with my face. He put his hand on the back of my neck.
He pulled my head down to his cock.
His cock shoved in my face. It was limp, like a balloon. My sweat made it stick to my face.
His fingers fastened on the hair at the back of my neck, catching hold of my ponytail and wrapping it round his fist.
Then he pulled tight, yanking the hairs so they strained at my scalp.
"Owwwwwww - mmmphh!"
My moan was cut off by his cock shoving in my mouth.
His cock was soft, not hard, at least when he first stuffed it in my mouth.
He shoved the whole tube of flesh in, cramming it in so my lips hugged its base.
"Suck it," he said. "You know how it's done, Rochelle!"
Yes, I knew how it was done.
As soon as the soft limp cock hit my tongue, it twitched and jerked. I started sucking, and rubbed it with my tongue.
His hand twisted and pulled my ponytail, holding it in place, while his cock sprouted and grew in my mouth.
It doubled its length and thickness in a few seconds, until it filled my mouth and squashed my tongue.
Its head tickled the back of my throat, but I didn't gag Not yet.
"Come now, Rochelle, I know an active little wanton like you knows how to suck a cock! Show me your expertise!
"Or perhaps you're just a very little girl who knows nothing of such matters, and is not worth bothering with!"
He was just saying that to get me mad so I'd suck him better, but it worked, 'cause I decided to give him some real head royale.
His cock was a fat plug of flesh in my mouth, squashing my tongue.
My tongue curled up at the edges, wrapping the cock in a trough of flesh. My lips hugged his throbbing shaft.
I moved my head backward. His hand moved with me, while his cock moved the other way, sliding out of my lips.
Red now, wrapped with throbbing purple veins, sticky with my saliva, the cock pulled halfway out, then halted.
Then it pushed in, burying itself deep.
My tongue, curled around the cock, rubbed, licked it.
"Ahhhhhh," Emory said, "so, you do know how to do it after all, you naughty little girl!"
He rocked his hips back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth, never taking it all the way out.
My head bobbed back and forth. My eyes closed. I concentrated on sucking his cock so well his eyes would cross.
Drool spilled from my stretched lips, wetting ray chin. My lips hugged his shaft, sucking it with their smooth insides.
My scalp ached from my ponytail being pulled back so hard. My head was level, chin up, mouth facing the cock fucking it.
Since he had pulled his cock out of his fly, rather than pulling down his pants and shorts, my nose and chin kept bumping up against the crotch of his trousers.
He put his cock deep in my mouth.
"Not bad, Rochelle," he murmured. "You could stand some finesse... " My face burned. I could suck cock, good as anyone!
I sucked and slurped some more.
He pulled his cock back so only its knobbed head was between my lips, and he held my head so I couldn't take any more.
"Neatness and dispatch, child," he said, "Neatness counts! You must be careful not to stain my clothes with your saliva!
"I won't stand for sloppiness! Now, then, resume what you were doing, but use some finesse, and don't slobber all over everything!"
Talk about a humiliation trip - wow!
My face was hot. Who did this dried up old stick think he was talking to?! What did a servant know about sucking cock?!
But from the swift, sure, and easy way he handled me, I had a hunch that there was a lot to Emory Todd that I'd never, ever imagined.
Already, he struck me as a kind of Jekyll and Hyde character.
For the last few years now, ever since he'd been hired by Daddy, I'd known Emory Todd in his official duties, which he carried out to perfection.
He'd sacked some of the old servants, and brought in some new ones of his own, and he'd gotten the big household running smoothly.
Daddy considered him invaluable, so Emory was in solid. Other rich folk, friends of Daddy, had tried to steal Emory away at a higher salary, but he refused, saying he was "quite content" to remain in service here.
He was stand-offish, not so much like an English butler, but more like a bank manager, librarian, or - undertaker.
He had that long, poker-face that I associate with men in positions of responsibility who can never afford to appear too silly or undignified.
Emory was always dignified.
Even when he had me sucking his cock, he kept his dignity.
He was a married man, a family man. Georgina, his wife, was also a servant, and held a position of responsibility.
Emory Todd, Georgina his wife, and their dlaughter, Audrey, lived in their private quarters over the old carriage house.
Audrey, the daughter, was a couple of years younger than me, kind of cute in a girlish way, very sweet, soft-spoken, timid.
Emory Todd was expert at his job, soft-spoken, polite, always unfailingly correct in matters of etiquette.
He was straight-backed and unbending, a bit gloomy of face, and was a figure of respect to all the domestic staff.
That was the Emory Todd I knew - or thought I knew.
That was the Jekyll side of his personality. I'd never known, or even suspected, that there was another, hidden side to his personality.
Because there was the Emory Todd who could barge into my room, using his special key to bypass the lock.
The Emory Todd who could command a snotty, willful bitch like Becky into keeping silent about me.
The Emory Todd who, catching his employer's daughter all tied up by herself, would really tie her - And then force her to suck his cock.
That was what you might call the Mr. Hyde side of his personality - a side which had never before shown itself to me!
I sucked his cock.
My mouth was mushy with saliva, I remembered what he'd said about being neat and careful, and I gulped it down.
My saliva, that is.
Later, I might well have to swallow some other fluid!
His cock was a fat plug of flesh pumping between my lips. As he pumped, he moved my head, my mouth, the way he liked.
He pulled his cock halfway out. His hand, the one not holding my ponytail wrapping his fist, gripped his shaft.
Then he pulled it all the way out of my mouth.
Careful not to spatter his dark pants with dripping saliva which coated his cock, he stood his rod straight up.
And pressed, rubbed it against my face.
Saliva smeared on my face. The cock's throbbings vibrated through my skull. My mouth watered some more.
He wasn't so smart as he thought, I toll myself, otherwise, he'd have taken down his pants so I could lick his balls!
He pulled his cock head down to my lips and pushed it back in.
My lips clutched the red log of the cock as it rolled over my tongue like a steamroller, lunging deep in my mouth.
Then he fucked my face some more.
I closed my eyes and put my mind in my mouth and the cock fucking it.
I rubbed his cock with my tongue until it ached with soreness. My jaws ached, too.
His cock had swollen like a balloon in my mouth, like I was blowing it up, and it was a thick plug of flesh pumping my mouth.
So hot, I knew he'd come soon!
(You see, I DO know something about sucking cocks!) "Of course, you will swallow all my precious essence," Emory said. He said it in a casual, conversational tone to me.
Like he was remarking about the weather, or something.
He pumped some more. He was careful and controlled. His strokes just kept coursing over my lips and tongue.
He did it deliberately, with deep strokes, controlling me all the time.
His cock jumped on my tongue like a frog crossing a hot road.
This was it.
He pushed his cock deep into my mouth. Its tip bumped the back of my throat. I started gagging.
He pulled my head forward and down, tilting it, and the cock head stuffed down into my open throat.
The knobbed ball of the cock head plugged it.
My nose, lips, chin, pressed the front of his dark pants. His cock was wrapped in my mouth, and he let go.
And came.
A thick wad of come splashed in my throat. Gulping, I swallowed.
With Emory's body pressed up against my face, I felt his tension, as his long lanky form went rigid with orgasm.
He came heavily.
I sucked and swallowed; gulping, gulping, gulping. I had to swallow fast to keep from choking on the stuff.
Come, thick and rich as honey, coated my throat, trickling down.
Emory grunted, letting out a stifled gasp. But that was just about the only outcry he made as he came.
Finally his cock stopped pumping its stream of semen into my mouth and open throat. The flow faded to a trickle.
I stretched my lips on either side of his cock and sucked in some air, which came whistling in around the cock.
Emory, rigid, not just in his cock but all over, stood on his toes in order to cram his cock as deep in my mouth as he could.
Finally, the tension broke.
His body untensed. His cock withdrew a couple of inches as he sank down flat-footed on the floor. His tremblings stopped.
Except for his cock.
It kept right on jerking and twitching in my mouth, on my tongue, squeezing out drips and drabs of come.
They oozed down my gullet, adding to the stream of come already sliding down to my tummy.
"Ahhhhhh... " he sighed.
His hand eased up on pulling my ponytail, slackening. He kept his cock in my mouth.
"That was acceptable, Rochelle... still, you need a good deal of instruction and tutorship in order to reach your full potential!
"Now, I am going to withdraw from your mouth, miss. You will suck up all the excess fluids and swallow them down."
It was no question - it was a demand - I nodded in agreement.
He pulled out slowly. My lips formed a seal around his rod. My cheeks hollowed as I wrapped them, and my tongue, too, around his cock.
I opened my eyes, looking down at the red rod sliding out of my mouth.
My lips bowed out as the cock head came past them - Pop!
The cock came unplugged from my mouth.
Neatly, Emory ringed the cock with his thumb and pointing finger, holding the shaft away from his trousers so as not to stain them.
Come oozed down my gullet, like medicine. Almost all of it had gone down my throat, but enough of it had fallen on my tongue so I could taste it.
"You will now humbly thank me for allowing you the privilege of sucking me off, Rochelle," he said. "Do it!"
I couldn't look up at him, he looked so stern and strict. I knew he was a very strict parent to Audrey.
I looked at his knobbed cock head floating in front of my face as I said: "Thank you for fucking my face, Emory!"
He winced. "Such language! You need a schooling in the proper vocabulary among your other shortcomings!
"And don't be so free and insolent as to address me by my first name. You have no right to that informality!"
"I - I'm sorry... what should I call you?"
"You will address me as 'Mr. Emory,' as the servants do, when we are alone in private like this. When your father or outsiders are present, you will be allowed to call me by my first name, as you have done in the past, but only with the understanding that you are allowed to do so in order to keep from betraying the changed conditions of your status with me!
"Do you understand me, Rochelle?"
"Y-yes... Mr. Emory... yes, I do understand... " "Of course you do! A girl who ties herself up, straps herself, and commits masturbatory self-abuse, will understand me all too well!
"And you understand, Rochelle, that a most exacting and painful program of instruction will be administered to you!
"All will be explained later. For now, you may kiss my member!"
Puckering up, I pressed my lips against his cock head. It was sticky with come. I smooched it.
Mr. Emory patted the top of my head.
"Now, Rochelle, you will use your tongue on my member, licking it clean!"
I stuck out my tongue and went to work.
I licked and licked, rolling my tongue over his cock head and shaft. Come smeared around my mouth, even on my cheeks.
Mr. Emory held his cock, lifting it up so my tongue could reach its underside. I licked come clean from his cock.
"That will suffice," he said at last.
His cock was semi-hard. He pushed his bony ass back, and stuffed his cock back inside the flyhole. He twisted as he fitted the cock in his trousers.
The semi-stiff rod made a fat bulge in his trousers. He zipped up.
He held his hands in front of him.
"Hmmmm... my hands are sticky with wetness. I shall have to clean them!"
He used my glossy ponytail for a towel, wiping the saliva and come off his hands.
I rolled my tongue around in my mouth, tasting his come on it, smacking my lips.
"Mr. Emory?"
"Yes, Rochelle?"
"Don't you want to do more to me?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Such as?"
For some reason, I got real embarrassed. My face burned red and hot.
"Wouldn't you like to... well, to - to fuck me?!"
He laughed.
"You are here to service ME, Rochelle - not the other way around!" "I'm sorry!"
"Not that you are not a most attractive little miss," he conceded. "Thank you."
"But until you have been properly trained, you'll be of little use to me!"
"Are you - are you going to train me, sir?" "I like that 'sir,' that's very good! You learn quickly! Yes, Rochelle, as I'm sure you have guessed, I am going to train you!" I thanked him again.
"In fact, your training has already begun, so from this moment forth, you must be on your best behavior!"
"I will, sir!"
Amazing how easily I had already fallen into the ritual.
"One thing that tempts me," he said, "is to finish the job you started on your saucy little backside! But I have my duties to attend to, and so I must postpone that pleasure for later."
"Later?"
"Tonight after dinner, Rochelle, when it gets dark, you will report to my quarters over the carriage house!"
"But, sir! Won't your wife be home then? And Audrey?"
He slapped my face.
His hands dropped to my titties, fingers fastening on both nipples, then pinching them, cruelly twisting them like the dials on a radio.
I cried out, squirming against the ropes that bound me, one of the ropes burning against my clitty.
I squealed and squirmed. He gave them a last vicious twist before letting go.
Pain brought tears to my eyes. I moaned. Even through tears, I saw that my nipples were red and swollen.
"Never question me, Rochelle!" he waved his finger in front of my face.
"I'm sorry," I boo-hooed. "I just thought -well..."
"No need for you to do any of that, either," he said. "Thinking, that is!"
"No, I won't, sir! I'm sorry, sir!"
Fat tears trickled down my face.
"I will do all the thinking for you," he said. "And you must never speak of our new arrangement, Rochelle!"
"No... of course not, sir!"
"If your father should ever discover it, he will surely discharge me from his employ," Emory Todd said. "In which case, you will never knew all the aches and pains and ecstatic games I've planned for you!"
"I'll never tell, sir!"
"No, I'm quite sure that you won't," he said. "And so, for now, I'll take my leave of you, Rochelle!
"Oh, yes - do bathe and make yourself presentable for tonight! You will be inspected for the proper cleanliness...
Inspected most intimately!"
Chuckling, Emory Todd turned and walked to the door.
"Wait!" I cried.
He halted.
"I mean, please, sir, wait a moment!"
He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at me.
"Aren't - aren't you going to untie me, sir?" I whimpered.
"Certainly not!"
He was almost indignant.
"You managed to truss yourself up, Rochelle, and you'll surely be able to free yourself... in good time, to be sure.
"At any rate, you have the whole afternoon to get free! And I'll make sure that none of the servants disturb you!"
He left the room, locking me in.
I finally managed to get loose from the ropes. It wasn't easy, either.
But I twisted and squirmed so much, to slip free from the ropes, that the one running down my slit rubbed my clitty until I came!
When I got loose at last, I was too weak to stand for a while - not weak from coming, but from imagining what was going to happen to me tonight!