by Paul Blades
The fat man waived the maid off and approached Carly. She recognized him as someone who had been to the mansion before and who had previously enjoyed her services. When he was a foot or so away, Carly opened her mouth, displayed her tongue and began whining. Smiling and saying something in Spanish, the man lowered his fly and slipped out his cock. Giving the instrument a few pulls in anticipation of his pleasures, he stepped a bit closer to Carly until his shiny black shoes were nearly atop her knees. Carly leaned over, placing her paws on the outsides of the man’s thighs and subsumed his manhood into her mouth.
The other man and the maid stood and watched as Carly performed her function. She was conscious of their eyes on her. No matter how many times it happened, it always made her feel especially shamed when she was used in the presence of others. But her mind suppressed her self-revulsion and she slid her lips up and down the man’s invasive crank dutifully and with appropriate enthusiasm.
He had his hands on her head and gently guided her back and forth. In only a short time, Carly had him moaning. When he was ready to come, he gave out a shout and began to pound away at her receptive mouth with his pelvic thrusts. He groaned and moaned as his cock began its convulsions and spilled its product into her mouth. Carly swallowed the creamy substance, dutifully encouraging its free flow with her tongue and lips.
When he was done, the man gave out a deep sigh. He patted her head and slipped his softening cock from her mouth.
“Gracias, Zorrita,” he said amiably. He restored his manhood to its cave and motioned to the other man, inviting him to take his pleasure. The other man declined, exhibiting, to Carly at least, a modicum of class.
The fat man said something to the maid who then led them into the mansion. Lorenzo’s office was in the back of the house. A soon as the men were gone, Carly went over to her water dish and took a long drink of water in an attempt to extinguish the residual taste of the man’s spume. When done, she circled herself back up on her cushioned perch.
Her pussy was burning, as it always burned when she experienced the shame and degradation of her use. She resisted the urge to give it a few strokes. She had been caught at it several times and Vincenzo had punished her severely by placing chili powder on her coosh and then locking up her hands. The itch and burn drove her wild. She squirmed and moaned and cried up there on the third floor in her little locked room for over an hour until Vincenzo returned and relieved her distress in the shower, washing away all traces of the powder. Afterwards, he took her back to her little room and, to her pussy’s relief, fucked her.
No one came in for the next hour. One of the maids, who Carly learned was called Carlita, took her for a walk out the back of the mansion so she could pee and then returned her to her post. Maria had gone on to other duties and so Carlita went to stand in the little alcove that served as a waiting post for the maids so that they could answer the door. A few minutes after that, Carly heard the booming and grating voice of her master coming down the hall. He was obviously pleased with the meeting he had had with the men. They came out into the foyer. Carly sprang to attention and commenced barking at them. Seeing that she was not garnering the attention she was obliged to seek, she turned and offered the men her rear haunches. As she had been taught, she spread her knees and arched her back, giving them a nice display of her hairless coosh. Looking over her shoulder and issuing repetitive barks, she saw that the tall man had stopped in his tracks. Lorenzo said something to him that sounded like an invitation. The man demurred and Lorenzo insisted. He brought the man over to where Carly knelt and he stroked her coosh until it moistened and then plunged his thick fingers in and out of her hole. Carly put her head down and closed her eyes, letting the tantalizing, shame mingled feelings pass through her.
Lorenzo’s confident, assertive hand left her sex. A second later, she felt a somewhat more tremulous hand slip along her divide. Its fingers dribbled across her sensitive labia. One finger slipped along her divide, gathering moisture, and then slid into her little tunnel. Carly issued some appropriate whines of encouragement.
The hand left. There was a short conversation between Lorenzo and the man. A moment later, Lorenzo stepped forward. He released her from the chain and fastened in its place her little doggie leash. Carly had raised her head and turned so she could see what was going on. She saw Lorenzo hand the leash to the tallish man, smiling and offering him encouragement. He issued an order to Carlita who had emerged from her alcove when the men came back down the hall. She gave Lorenzo an assent, and invited the tallish man to follow her. Lorenzo said something to the fat man and he gave an eager response.
Carly followed the tall man up the massive, winding, pink and grey marbled stairs. The maid was leading him to a bedroom so he could fuck her at his leisure. But that was not all. The fat man was coming too and Carly surmised, correctly as it turned out, that the maid would shortly be on her back on a bed in one of the other rooms, naked, legs spread, knees up, servicing him. There was nothing special about it. It was all in a day’s work.
To be continued.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
