He opened the wardrobe door slowly, pushing his head into the semi-darkened room. There was no sound but the soft breathing of the now completely motionless young wife on the bed. He closed the door softly, peering intensely through the darkness at the bed. The head of the sleeping girl was facing straight ahead at the ceiling, and her eyes were clenched tightly shut as if in a deep, hard sleep — yet she moved slightly from time to time as though dreams were coming to her from the haze of a nether-world.
The dwarf, dragging his clubfoot, moved catlike around the foot of the bed, not taking his gaze from the reclining figure sprawled there. Sharon had drawn one knee up flat on the bed even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of her soft inner thigh gleamed faintly in the darkness where the gown had pulled up in her restlessness. The soft dark hairs covering the exposed, still slightly closed lips of her vagina were plainly visible now to his beady eyes.
He involuntarily drew in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged young women in the home of his master, Mark Marlowe, but never any like this! Never any so pure, innocent, proud; never any that he would enjoy humiliating so much.
The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those untouchable lips, that had scorned and pitied him before, goaded his already half-erect prick into granite hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large expanded head, tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid already beginning to seep from the sensitive contracting gland to smear wetly against his thigh. He silently opened the fly of his trousers, easing the pain slightly.
Slowly, Wafto massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head of his huge, disproportionately thick cock, a member he was sadistically proud of, his only claim to power and masculinity. Many a woman had cowered before the monster in the past, and many more would so cower in the future; he may have been a dwarf, a hunch-back, but the huge, throbbing prick which; he now massaged in his gnarled fingers was indeed his equalizer; it gave him all the stature he needed in the world…
Now he advanced toward the proud young bitch who lay totally at his mercy. The marijuana and the aphrodisiac had done their work well, indeed, and he now intended to teach this haughty young American wife a lesson she'd never forget. This rod which he would ram deep, deep between those open thighs would teach her and her kind to treat him like he was a pitiable sideshow freak!
Wafto's pants dropped heavily to the floor as he opened the last button at the top and fully exposed his long thick member. It stood out in proud menacing erection over the spread-eagle body in the bed beneath. He removed the rest of his clothes, then, and stood for a moment longer hunched over the motionless flesh, stroking himself into rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white hot spurts at any moment. For a second he considered it. It would be a beautiful sight to see his hard penis throbbing out its load into the helpless young wife's face and down over her soft white tits. He lewdly pictured it dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush, quivering breasts. But no, he had better plans for her tonight, plans which would be the major first step in the total debauchery the proud, aristocratic American bitch…
Still, he couldn't resist one thing before he continued according to plan. He knew the risk was great of losing his load, but he had to see those little ruby lips around his cock just for a moment. He had thought so much about it while he was waiting in the wardrobe for her to come upstairs. He swung his dwarf body up on the edge of the bed by her head and turned it gently toward his erected member. When it was several inches away, he pushed his hips slowly forward toward her upturned face, laying the wet sticky underside of the palpitating head between the small valley formed by her closed, lipstick covered lips. He placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly out until the underside of the heavy head dropped slightly through the stretched lips and rested against her white teeth, the soft flesh of the pink puckered lips forming a furrow along its length. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several small droplets of cum flowed from his throbbing gland, and lubricated the mouth that was half surrounding it. He could feel the warm air from her nostrils pushing hotly against it as she breathed in and out restlessly.
Looking down directly into her face, he could see small rivulets run slowly down the corners of her mouth on either side, dribbling like tears down the sides of her cheeks. Goddamn, he would like to shoot his hot boiling semen down that soft, trembling throat and see her Adam's Apple bob up and down as she gulped it on into her belly. Maybe later on during her stay he would have that opportunity; he couldn't be greedy now…
The deformed hunch-back reached one hand down to the hem of the flimsy negligee, pulling it up slowly over the young wife's rounded snow-white belly, over the large globular breasts, until her whole naked body was exposed. He had seen it through the hole in the wardrobe while watching her undress, but it hadn't excited him nearly as much as having it here now, spread helplessly beneath him, where he could touch and fondle it at his whim.
He used the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to push her lips tighter against the purple-veined cock between them, gently continuing the slow sawing motion of his hips. The other hand moved over the magnificent breasts, tweaking the nipples until he could feel them mechanically hardening under his manipulations.
Sharon Court shifted slightly beneath him, moaning softly as though aware of his presence. He held still, and his rod fell from between her loose lips down over her chin, leaving thin threads of warm white stickiness trailing behind it.
"Neal, Neal darling," she mumbled thickly through the fog of the drug. "Come to me, my darling husband… I want you…"
Wafto smiled to himself above her. So, he thought, the bitch thinks I'm her husband, eh? He chuckled lewdly to himself. Well, she'll see the difference before I'm finished, no mistake!
He stroked the giant throbbing cock slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over the awakening mounds of her tits and down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her cunt.
"Oooohhh, Neal, lover," Sharon moaned, dreaming that her beloved husband was near her, about to make love to her, her body becoming alert now to the caresses of the magic hands that were stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of desire. God how she wanted him now, wanted Neal, and her body ached with her rising aphrodisiac-induced need to be touched as he was touching her this very moment…
Her tongue ran slowly around her moist lips, savoring the sticky pungent taste of the strange moisture that covered them; the odor wafted through her flared nostrils, breathing it deep inside her body. It did strange things to her, the male odor and the pungent taste coursing through her entire being like a sweet soothing balm, lighting tiny fires in her turgid nipples and causing a sensuous throbbing in the nerve ends of her tight hot pussy. She could feel dew-drops of moisture rising there between her open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips began a slow spasmodic contraction, palpitating wetly.