In her vast excitement and tingling, delirious ecstasy, she still recalled that instruction-to her mind it now became a 'permission' that she was to 'please' him. That at least conveyed something clearly to her imagination-for had she not-unwittingly perhaps-learned so early how to please her own son in the same manner?
And now her ten soft and caressing fingers made the powerful body of the seemingly absorbed man quiver with delight. They roved around-they pressed-now lightly, now fervently… in every direction. Taught by nature and desire, they thrilled him through and through.
Her head was bowed… her fine eyes gleamed unseen. So near was her face now to the object that she caressed that her fevered breath as well as her fingers played upon the object of her passion.
While the man attended above the table to her affairs — which she herself had entirely forgotten — below the table the delighted Rose attended very efficiently to his “affairs.”
The catch in his voice as he now spoke rejoiced her — for it was the first clear evidence that he was enjoying her attempts to please him. But his actual words drove her to despair-for they banished her lasciviously happy fingers from their delightful occupation.
“Stop, Rose!” he commanded. “Let go-I shall spend in another moment. Do you hear me?”
Reluctantly she released her convulsively clutching and prying fingers from their prey.
“Kneel there,” he said. “Kneel there-and answer my questions!”
Tremblingly she obeyed. But since there was no room for her to kneel erect, she bowed her head. And crept very close to his person-nestling between his widely parted legs. So near to him, indeed, that as her splendid bosom rose and fell with her turbulent breathing, the soft satin mounds of her naked breasts touched the bare flesh of his thighs from time to time.
“That feels delightful,” he conceded. “Now that I am a little calmer you may bend your body forward-and place my prick between your charming breasts.”
And this time there was no delay in her obedience as she gently lifted the object of her attentions, and laid it in the groove between her swelling mounds, squeezing them down deliciously upon it ere she sat back and awaited his further commands.
He questioned her now regarding certain of her customers, some of whom he knew slightly-some others only by sight and others merely by their reputation for beauty and pure vivacity.
She answered him as best she could in her present state of unsatisfied agitation. Even when he demanded if she had seen such and such a girl naked or nearly so- and what her nude body was like in intimate details- she gave him with an odd, shamed, sensual pleasure such of these details as she could recall.
Regarding a certain Norma Wales-daughter of a very wealthy man-she showed a certain amount of enthusiasm. With her close clipped, curly blonde hair, said Rose, this girl was almost boyish, and her expression and features in some ways reminded her of Lester.
“Her body? Yes… it was lovely-slender-and very white-and at the juncture of her thighs… just the least sign of a tiny pink crack.”
“I think,” he said slowly, “that this girl Norma has produced a curious impression on you, based perhaps on the resemblance to your son. Have you ever dreamed of seeing and feeling her aristocratic young face pressed to your naked body-and caressing?”
“Good Heavens-no!” exclaimed Rose in utter amazement. “Why-whatever do you mean?”
“In your years of marital life,” he explained, “you had learned to enjoy being licked and sucked-and now you find yourself deprived of these delightful caresses… though it may be that in the future your young son…”
“Ohh-ohh! I don't understand, Mr. Freeman… what you are saying is unspeakable!” said Rose in a smothered tiny voice.
“So once more you are venturing to criticize,” be said. “And for that you shall lick my balls. Crouch lower-this instant… and take them gently in your hands- and now lick them all over.”
Trembling and shrinking with a shame more acute than any yet visited upon her. Rose was prompt in her compliance to his demands, though she felt that she was approximating to the status of an animal. And yet the voice of her flesh spoke wildly as her obedient tongue wandered where it had been told. Her breath came in a series of short gasps-and she shook like an aspen as her forehead or cheek just touched, ever and again, the rigid sex which swayed so near to her head.
Freeman was speaking again-she must listen-for it was perilous not to comprehend his least remark.
“Would you enjoy,” he queried, “having this patrician girl Norma Wales, lend her pretty, boyish face to comprehensive caresses of all your naked person such as your husband used to supply? Would you like to have her at your beck and; call?”
She must answer. She must abandon for a while this soft licking which was now driving her to a fury of pure sombre delight.
“Ohh! My God! Mr. Freeman-I don't understand!” Rose managed to stammer. “A-girl-a girl like Norma- to do such things… and to another woman! I could not even conceive of it-I would be afraid-frightened!”
“It would not be you who drove her to this surrender,” he replied. “You would have my support-my orders in fact-and I should not have any compunctions about the matter. It would interest me, in fact, to see this girl all naked and prostrating her lovely body-her lips and her tongue-to your service.”
“And it is no certainty, you know, that it would be such utter torment for her as you imagine-after her first shame was overcome. She is boyish in ways as well as in appearance, I have noticed!”
“I… I just couldn't!” gasped Rose. “I'm sure I should faint when she touched me!”
He heard her moan faintly. She was, perhaps, beyond all surprise by this time-yet never had she imagined such a task of abject and shameful degradation being assigned to her. That she could be called upon to prostitute her mouth-to practice such a shameless caress-to offer her soft lips to the animal delights of this-this man.”
Glancing downward, Francis Freeman beheld her pitiful confusion and shame. And he offered a brief consolation…
“Look, Rose!” he said. “It seems natural after a time- didn't it-when your husband licked your slit and you spent on his tongue and lips? And what I ask from you is simply the equivalent of that caress.”
“Ohh… but-” she quavered. “In the-in the state you are-you m-may spend… in m-my mouth!”
“Indeed I propose to do that very thing!” he replied. “And you shall drink my sperm like milk. Rose. Do yon suppose that I am going to leave you without obtaining some relief for the state of excitement roused in me by this display of your naked charms during the past two hours or so?”
Francis Freeman understood fully the terrible struggle endured by Rose's shattered nerves as she faced this necessity of gratifying him under such depraved circumstances. And he saw that the quivering woman realized the complete inevitability of doing his will.
To him it was a sheer joy-a joy which he was in no hurry to terminate by a violent physical ecstasy-to observe the reactions of this refined and naked woman as she now confronted the necessities of prostituting to his pleasure a virgin and delicate orifice of her body-and one that was intended for far other uses.
He watched her intently, and saw growing upon her fine features-now drained of all color-an expression of amazed disbelief. That she could have fallen so quickly to the point where such a demand could be made to her — and she dared not resent it-impressed her as some terrible nightmare.
She could not believe that it had indeed been she who had just now caressed with her tongue those dangling appendages hanging from the enormous virility which she was now regarding. Hardly two hours ago she had been the picture of a chaste and self-respecting business woman — and now… now she seemed to be nothing more than the naked property of this man before whom she knelt.