Case History 8
Subject: Ella Age: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This lovely young lady came to me on her own. She called my office one day and asked if she could make an appointment. She was in great need of my confidential harbor and of some sound, objective advice.
At eighteen, Ella is a very self-possessed person. She is working as a maid now to get money for school. She worked there full time during the summer, living in. Her unfortunate experience occurred with her employer and she was at a loss as to what to do. Her wages were superior to anything she could make at another job and she needed the money badly if she was to be successful in college.
The tall, blonde teenager was calm as she spoke her words.
When I first got this job, I thanked someone up there. I would have done anything to make money. Well, you know what I mean. I would have, waited on tables or washed clothes, just anything. When you have a goal in mind, the means sometimes seems unimportant. The salary that Mr. Tully offered me was something I never expected. I couldn't turn it down.
The first week on the job was nice. I was excited about living in such a beautiful house, in spite of the fact that I was a maid there. I was to help out all over the house. For the moment, I was working in the kitchen, helping with the kitchen chores that were too annoying for the cook to do herself. I was low on the status ladder and I didn't really mind at all.
I got along with everyone rather well. I was always happy to take on an extra chore if someone asked me to, and the other domestics in the house appreciated that. I don't know if they were really laughing at me behind my back, but I didn't really care. This was only for the summer and I didn't care.
I didn't see the master of the house very often. Someone else helped with the serving, and I think the first time that I actually saw him was at a big dinner party. They needed some extra help in serving, and I was so nervous that I dropped some canapés near the kitchen door. Mr. Tully came over to see what the commotion was all about, and the head maid, Margie, told him.
"Are you the new girl? Well, we can't be too hard on you. Why don't you go on and rest for a while. Or have a drink of champagne. That ought to calm you down."
I couldn't believe how nice he was, and some of the other help started to look at me a little differently. And, when, two weeks later, I was switched to helping out upstairs, a few snickered behind my back. I didn't know what they meant, nor did I care. I was only here for the summer, after all.
I was working in the master bedroom one day, changing the linen. Mr. Tully came in.
"Well, hello again. How are you Ella?"
"I'm fine, Mr. Tully, thank you."
We talked for a while about the weather, and then he asked me why I had chosen domestic service.
"Oh, Mr. Tully, I would do anything for money during the summer. I don't consider this so very terrible. It pays fantastic money for me and I can save by having all my room and board paid for, too. I can't imagine how I got so lucky."
"Well, that's a very flattering thing for me to hear, young lady. What do you plan to study in school?"
"Art history, Mr. Tully. I love art, but I know that I'm no genius at it. I would like to work at a museum someday."
"I never really thought about that. Yes, I suppose you would have to have a specialized degree for that."
I kept working around the room, but I was intimidated by his presence.
"Look, if I bother you, just tell me and I'll work in the other room. I only need a thing or two, though'.'
"Oh, of course not, sir. Would you like me to leave while you work?"
"I wouldn't hear of it! I am the one who is bothering you., but one favor that I must ask you."
"Yes, sir?"
"Please don't call me 'sir'. Drives me crazy! Especially from a lovely lady like you."
I didn't know what to say, but I just nodded instead. I tried to go back to what I was doing, but I only managed when he left the room. I was flattered and very distracted the rest of the day. I couldn't think straight. I imagined it was because I was going to college and that he respected me for it.
The next couple of days, I didn't see Mr. Tully at all. But, then, we got word that he was coming home unexpectedly from a trip he had been on, and his room was to be aired and set up. I was assigned to do it, and I went there happily. I liked being in his room. Oh, sure I didn't think of any connection to Mr. Tully. He was older than my father, but his way was nice. And in a moment of fantasy, I fancied him falling in love and marrying me.
For some reason, I didn't consider the fact that he was married. Well, that was what the housekeeper said. I never saw a lady in the house. I dusted briefly, but very carefully. Then I went to the bed and turned it back. It was about eight o'clock and he would be tired, I imagined.
Since he was usually terribly punctual, he had ordered food to be brought up to the room at precisely eight-thirty. As the clock struck that, the tray was wheelled into the room and stored in the corner. In just another moment, Mr. Tully, himself, strolled though the door. I was stretched over the bed, pulling the covers down and arranging the sheets.
"Well, well, what a fetching sight. Ella, you make a very lovely companion piece for my bedroom."
He laughed heartily at his own joke and went about setting his things down.
"It is so nice to be home! You've no idea what a madhouse that world can be sometimes. I don't know why I put up with it, sometimes."
"I was about to leave and turned to ask him if he would want anything else.
"Oh, yes, there is, Ella. Would you stay for a while and do me the honor of some company. I just don't want to be alone right now. Would you?"
"Well, of course, Mr. Tully, if you wish. Though I don't know what I could say that could be of interest to you."
"Just your presence is refreshing to me, Ella."
I felt a bit uneasy, but he managed to make that disappear.
"Now, I am a bit hungry. I know you must have had dinner, but they tell me that young people have enormous appetites. Is that true?"
"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Tully. Why don't you go ahead and have your dinner."
"To be entirely truthful, I got hungry on the way over and stopped for a piece of pizza. Did you know that I love pizza? I would say that I'm addicted to it."
I laughed at his sense of humor and after that, things went very nicely. The dinner was actually a tray of snacks and I did find that I could manage to get some of it down. I had the salami sandwiches and some of the pizza bits. Then he opened some of the soda and I drained more than one glass. I knew it was only soda, but I felt lightheaded afterwards.
We talked about my career in the museum. He asked me why I wanted to get into something as complex as that, and I told him that I felt so alive in a museum. We were sitting in the little conversation area of his bedroom and without realizing it, he was suddenly sitting next to me.
"Ella, are you feeling alright? You look a bit strange."
My head was fuzzy, but I tried to open my eyes and look alert.
"Oh, no. I think I know what the matter is. I sometimes have them pack some light wine in soda bottles. It was a joke some years ago, and I still keep it up for some of my friends. Maybe you ought to lie down for a while."
I was too dizzy to resist and I started to the door, but Mr. Tully stopped me, and steered me to his bed.
"Now, you lie right down here for a bit. You'll feel better in a jiffy, I know. That's the girl."
I just didn't want to resist him after that. His touch was so gentle and I felt so nice on the crisp sheets. My head touched the pillow and I fell into a light sleep. I dreamed some wonderful things, and during the short nap, I felt as though I was being touched by someone. The pleasure filled my body and I writhed to get more of it. I wanted what was happening to me. When I awoke, I found Mr. Tully next to me in the bed. He was resting his head on my bare chest.
"Mr. Tully! What happened?"
"Nothing, my dear. Now, just relax. It was wonderful lying here with you."
I didn't know what to do. I realized that my clothes were off and that his were, too. We were in bed naked. I had no idea if he had done anything to me and then I remembered the dream that I had had.
"Mr. Tully, wht did you do to me? You can go to jail for that!"
"Oh, Ella, what are you talking about? No man has ever gone to jail for taking a woman's clothes off and helping her into bed. And me? I just got tired and got in with you. After all, this is my bed."
He was right. What was I doing in his bed? But, then, he was making it sound as though he hadn't done anything to me. How could I know? Well, I know that a man wets a woman when he comes. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but all of a sudden, I was overcome with shame.
"I'm sorry. But you cam't blame me for suspecting something when I wake up and find you in bed with me, and naked!"
"You're so right my dear. I can't blame you at all."
Then he pushed himself on top of me and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but my head was still fuzzy from the wine.
"No, no, you mustn't! Please!" "Why mustn't I? Ella, you want to as much as I do!"
"I need this job! I can't afford to quit! All my dreams of school depend on making money this summer!"
I wanted to cry. I had to make him understand that this job was important to me.
"Oh, please, Mr. Tully! You have to understand. You have money and I don't. I don't mind working for it, but that's just it. I have to have a job. They're not that easy to get!"
The look in Mr. Tully's eyes changed.
"Would you like to be my girl for the summer?"
"What do you mean, "your girl"?
"Just that. We can be friendly and go places and you can have your salary all the same. Maybe a bonus or two."
I was angry with him, then. He was offering me a job as a whore! I fought to get up.
"Ella, Ella, take it easy! Think of the opportunity you're throwing away!"
"What opportunity? To be a whore?"
"Oh, Ella, that's such an ugly word. And what does that mean? Aren't housewives being whores? They accept money for living with a man. Is that any different? Really?"
He stopped me short with that. I never thought of that. I stopped struggling and he kissed me again. I didn't return the kiss, but I let him kiss me. He moved his hands over my breasts and then I felt his penis against my leg. It was hard and it was wet at the tip.
"Now, Ella, this doesn't have to be so bad. You just let me make love to you for a while and see if you like it. If you do, fine, we'll continue, but if you don't, then I'll stop."
Well, I couldn't argue with that. He was already on top of me and kissing me. I let his hands twist my nipples and press my tits together. Then me moved his cock in between my legs and rubbed it against my pussy. I could feel my own juices being stirred and my pussy became wet.
Mr. Tully felt that on his cock and smiled.
"See? You like it. Isn't that nice?"
I liked the feeling of his cock pushing into my wet pussy. He wasn't penetrating my vagina, but he was pushing through the lips so that he rubbed against my clitoris on the end of the thrust. It felt pretty great. I remembered the feelings in the dream and started to get hot. He pushed my legs open and my pussy was open to him. This time, he did thrust into my vagina and I gasped as his fat cock penetrated me.
"Ah, you like that, don't you? Oh, Ella, you're so nice and tight!"
He kept pushing at my pussy and finally embedded his cock all the way. I was getting hotter and hotter, and I wanted him to ream me out. I opened my legs wider, myself, and humped up against his cock. I was about to come, but then, he pulled his cock out of me.
I must have groaned in disappointment, because he smiled at me.
"Now, now, be patient. I know you like that, and so do I. But there's a special treat that I have in mind for you. Turn on your side."
I was hot enough to do anything he said. I kept thinking about holding my job and getting laid, too. I rolled over , away from him and he started to stroke against my pussy again. I rolled my hips to capture his cock, but he was deliberately avoiding it. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and then, all the way back to my asshole.
I was getting anxious to have him put it in me again, and then I got the jab at my anus.
"Hey, not there. You missed by a mile."
I was joking, but I wanted him to get the message that I wanted him in the front.
"I hit the target right on the mark."
Without saying anything further, Mr. Tully pushed his cock at my asshole. I tried to get away from his assault, but he held me to him and pushed at the tight entrance.
"Hey, stop that! No, don't do it!"
"Just hold still and once it is in, it will feel better. I like this, Ella! Come one! Isn't it worth all that nice money?"
I gpt mad when he said that. I struggled to get free and as I kicked away from him, he caught me by the hips and had a good aim at my asshole. He held onto me and pushed. My sphincter gave way, and he buried the head of his cock in my ass.
"Ah! Oh, that hurts! Stop it! Pull it out, please!"
"I will have you my girl. This only adds to the sport!"
He was not fooling around any more and he shoved at my tight anus until he had embedded his cock all the way. His balls were banging against my thighs and I was crying with the pain. He pistoned in and out of my ass and finally, I started to feel faint.
Just as I slumped on the bed, I felt a hot gush up my ass and felt the pain in there get worse. It was wild. He suddenly shoved his fingers into my pussy and frigged me faster and faster. I was close to coming before, and I suddenly started coming. I moaned, and my pussy tightened as well as my asshole. The pain was worse, but the pleasure was too much. That thick cock spreading my ass apart was a terrible instrument of joy.
Mr. Tully shot up my ass with a force I had not experienced before, and I jerked over the bed. He pumped his cock into me until he had emptied it all and then we both lay there. I did fall into a light sleep and I was aware that he was pulling his cock out of me, but I refused to come into full consciousness. The bed rocked and then it was quiet. The light went out and I slept for a long time.
Mr. Tully awakened me himself, the next morning. He was smiling and gave me breakfast in bed. I was so confused. My body was still sore from the outrage of last night, but there was a sense of satisfaction that I had never experienced from sex before. I didn't say anything about it while I had breakfast with him. It was like a fairy tale.
The summer was nice. I stayed on as a maid, but I really didn't do any chores. In a few weeks, I became Mr. Tully's secretary and went with him when he wanted my company. He was very generous and gave me bonuses that I could never have made any other way. I had a fine bank account when the fall rolled around. But, then, something happened to me.
I couldn't get started in school, and just lost the desire to go. I was comfortable in my position at the house. I enjoyed the freedom and the lack of work. I knew that college meant a lot of work, hard work. I got lazy.
Things changed, though. When Vernon, Mr. Tully, that is, realized that I didn't want to go to college, he started to lose interest in me. I still work for him, but I have gone back to being a maid. It is a step down, but he has not stopped my fine salary. I'm almost afraid to leave. Something has happened to me.