"And now, Miss Daphne Lewis. You are so afraid of sex that you have given it up. When you divorced your husband, you thought you were doing it to be free. Instead, you have become a slave. A slave of the very morals you tried to escape from. And now, Miss Laurenz has become nothing more than the replacement for the husband you left behind."
"You, Daphne Lewis, are the one person who shouldn't be here. But your presence will serve a good purpose. As the weekend progresses, you will be our symbol of society."
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, I leave you alone to become better acquainted among yourselves, in any way you so desire. Dinner is in two hours."
He set his glass on an end table by the door, and walked out of the room.
There was a general hubbub of curious conversation in the room after his exit.
"Claire… Claire," Daphne whispered. "Let's pack… let's leave here now."
"Why?" Claire replied, her eyes growing strangely misty.
"Because it's an evil place, I can feel it. That man is evil."
"Evil, shit. He makes a lot of sense to me."
"Claire… where are you going?"
The redhead smiled broadly. "I'm going to measure that fourteen inches."
Gray Hendricks was the only one in the room who had thought ahead and realized that whatever the Count's "catch" was, it had not been fully explained. He supposed that they would all find that out at dinner. In the meantime, he planned on putting some of the hospitality to the test. He crossed the gap between himself and Allison Dare and sat on the arm of her chair.
"Allison, is it?" he said.
"Yes," she replied, looking straight into his eyes.
"Gray… Would you like to fuck?"
The grin spread clear across her face. "Your room or mine?"
Lori Lester understood most of what the Count had told them, but she was curious about his inference to the beautiful blonde, Daphne. She studied the woman for a few moments and then thought she knew. She walked over and stood directly in front of her.
"You're gay, aren't you?" Lori asked. "I mean not just bi… you're really a hard-core dyke."
"You're crazy," said Daphne. "Of course I'm not any such thing."
"I think you are," Lori insisted.
"I'm not," Daphne replied, refusing to let her eyes move up and down the girl's beautiful body. "And I'll thank you to please leave me alone."
"You're not, huh?" Lori said. "Then I don't suppose you'd want a taste of this."
Lori pulled her skirt clear up to her waist. The red hair on Lori's cunt was very thick and much darker than Claire's. The girl's pussy aroma wafted from between her legs and filled Daphne's nostrils.
She closed her eyes. The scent became stronger. Then the pussy hair was tickling her lips.
Domino could hear her splashing in the bath as entered their rooms on the very top floor of the house.
"How did it go?" she called.
"Fine," he replied. "As a matter of fact, very good." He started removing his clothes to change for dinner.
"It's going to be a wonderful weekend," Donea said. "I can't wait to try that boy, Mark. Did I tell you I saw one of those awful films he does? It was silly, but just the sight of his fucking everything in sight was worth it."
"His wife, Lori, is also a gem," the Count called back, and shed the last of his clothing. He stood naked in front of the mirror. He had a hard-on just thinking of all the pussy he would fuck over the coming weekend.
"Did you tell them everything?" she said.
"Everything but the gimmick. I saved that for dinner."
"Do you think they'll agree?"
"No. Daphne Lewis will never agree," he said, moving towards the bathroom. "At least, I don't think so."
She looked up, directly into the eye of his throbbing cock, as he entered the room.
"How's your pussy?"
"Sore," she replied, starting to rise from the tub.
"Sit down," he said. "I'm getting in with you."
Her butt touched the enamel bottom again and her body relaxed.
The Count had enjoyed many women and he would enjoy many more, but none of tern could excite him like his own wife. Often they would be at a party and he would see her across the room. His cock would spring to the ready position and they would have to retire to one of their hosts' bedrooms to satisfy the instant craving they had for each other.
He gazed down into the tub, filling his eyes with the inviting panorama.
Her tits were large, jutting melons capped by reddish-brown tips. Her hips were broad and meaty. Beneath a flat stomach, in the V, was situated a cunt so covered in black, bushy hair that he couldn't see the gash.
Her lush torso was a treat. He enjoyed slim, small-titted women on occasion, but he really was a man who liked his women to be more richly endowed.
He stepped into the tub. Her face was expressionless, a total blank. She gazed at the wall, instead of acknowledging his presence in the water.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look like you really don't want me."
Her eyes traveled from the wall to his waist, then down to his erect meat.
Licentious craving destroyed the blankness.
"Nothing's the matter," she said. "To be honest, I don't want to seem too eager, that's all."
The water level rose as he crouched between her spread legs. It covered her tits, rising to her chin.
"You're drowning me," she laughed. "Imagine going to a watery grave in a bathtub!"
He chuckled and jerked the plug put. He waited till the water receded to a level below her nipples, then he pushed the plug back in.
"How's that?"
"Better."
"Good. Now tell me… how's this?"
Leaning forward, he clamped his hands on her bountiful tits.
"Mmmmm… better still! Kiss me, play with my tits, and make love to me."
His lips crushed hers in a searing kiss. His hands fondled the wet boobs, tweaking and tuning the long, rubbery buds.
His cock was submerged in the warm water. The heat made his balls tingle, and his meat began throbbing, the blue veins sticking out more than they usually did.
She brought a knee up, then rubbed it against his balls. White hot flares raked his body. She lowered her knee after a while, and he dived onto her tits, intent on sucking the fiery tips that his hands had prompted to stiffen.
"Go to it, love," she urged. "Suck my babies. Pretend they're candy. Suck!"
His lips nudged a delicate bud, then drew it inside. He sucked with vigor, and it quivered excitedly. He took the other nipple into his mouth and achieved the same result. She adored what he was doing. She thrashed about merrily, splashing his body. For her sake, and his own, he sucked her tits for some time, going from one reddish-brown tip to the other.
"Yes! Oh, yes! So nice! Suck my candies. Suck 'em real good!"
Her cries became louder and louder. He ceased his actions. His lips returned to hem. Her mouth was hot, and her face was flushed. As he kissed her, he shifted his lower body and tried to lodge his cock in her cunt. He was more successful than he hoped he'd be, and his cock went through her dense pussy bush and straight into her hole on the initial lunge.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she shrieked.
Then a low, contented groan replaced the frantic shrieks that had previously fled from her lips.
He launched a jarring, full-speed-ahead attack. The warm water seemed to add an extra dimension to his fun. Somehow, it made him feel more sensual, particularly when he began humping faster and faster.
She arched her back and circled him with her arms. Their bodies seemed molded together. There was scarcely an inch between them… sufficient space only for the swirling water to jump up the front of them and lap at her swollen tits.
She began working her hips, matching his thrusts. The pace he'd established was a frenzied one, and they were both pounding and writhing against each other under the water.