Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire)

by Simmons, NC

  “Yesss...” he panted.

  “Do you… Have any… Prosthetic… Devices in this room?”

  “Prosthetic devi...?” The light went on. “Yes, as a matter of fact we do. In that cabinet to your left. I think you will find something of interest on the bottom shelf.”

  There would be no rest for the weary applicant. Lenore had more in store. Lenore opened the door to the cabinet just to the left of the headboard, uncovering several shelves brimming with dildos, vibes, lubes and other sex aids. On the lowest shelf, she found the object of her desire; A strap-on adorned with a thick, rippling, up-curved, black dildo. As Lenore removed the toy from the cabinet, a unique kink presented itself. The device included a second, identical cock properly angled for insertion into the wearer. A vibrating, clit-stimulating nubbin sat in the perfect location to send a dom into the stratosphere.

  “Hmmm… Rory… Who selected this little number?”

  Lenore fondled and stroked the device with her hands. Staring at Rory, she slipped one of the cocks into her mouth and sucked. Her pulse accelerated, anticipating the sensation of fucking the applicant while fucking herself with the toy at the same time. Rory’s dong dinged.

  “Ah, my dear. That would also be Sonia’s doing.”

  “Rory, darling, I hope you will not mind me taking possession of both assistants. Sonia’s taste is exquisite and Mrs. Dearing is a darling.”

  “I am certain something can be arranged, my love. Just leave me some scraps, please.”

  Lenore sneered at Marla as the assistant’s breathing settled. “Rory, dear, I believe it is time for Marla to give us a blind taste test. Your cock -vs- this device.”

  Rory invoked the spirit of Dirty Harry. “Go ahead, Lenore. Make my fucking day.”

  Lenore procured a tube of lube from the cabinet and slopped up the double-headed monster. She slipped her legs through the straps and brought the head of the wearer’s dildo to her pussy. Teasing herself, she slipped the cock in and out more than a dozen times, huffing and puffing, her body accepting the faux fucker.

  “Lenore? Uhhh… Mrs. Dearing is waiting…” Rory reminded.

  “Oh… Yes… Oh…” Lenore moaned.

  Lenore pushed the cock fully into her puss and tightened the straps around her legs and waist. With her powerful vaginal muscles she clamped the slit-stuffing shlong. With a press of a small, rubbery button at the side of the leather harness, Lenore activated the clitoral stimulator. In seconds she felt her body electrify, moaning and panting, eager to fill Marla’s furry fuck hole.

  “Rory… Rory… Please… Ohhhhh... Please… Release the slut and… and… take off… her blindfold.”

  “As you wish, Ma’am.”

  Rory released the clamps restraining Marla’s hands and feet and removed the blindfold from her face. For the first time the Paulson grad absorbed the frightening splendor of The Mistress-in-waiting. As had so many thousands before her, Marla immediately fell under the supermodel’s spell, enraptured by her bronzed perfection and mesmerizing golden-brown eyes. Simply being in the presence of Paulson’s most famous, paparazzi-luring graduate bolstered Marla’s eagerness to please.

  Lenore gripped the phony cock and moved the vibe over her clit. She struggled to maintain her character, every word more labored than the last, her mind one, small step from not giving a fuck. She trembled as pangs of anticipation spread across her body.

  “Now… Ohhh… Ohhh…. Marla, roll over and... Lift… Ohhh… Lift… Lift your ass for me.”

  “Yes, Ma’am!”

  The clit stimulator hummed in Lenore’s pussy. Lenore’s legs started their familiar twitch. Rory smiled, watching his sweetheart gear up for yet another grand release.

  “You have… Been a very… Ohhh... A very naughty girl… Ohhh… so far, Marla. Let’s see how… Ohhh… naughty you are with… With… A… A rubber cock in your pussy!”

  “Yes, Ma’am…” Lenore met resistance with her first thrust. “OHHHH FUCK, MA’AM!”

  Marla’s oft-visited pussy, like Lenore’s, was a fleshy vise. The clit vibe bounced against Lenore’s button during withdrawal, the head of the up-curved rubber dick put passing pressure on her G-spot.

  “OH MY GOD! Mrs. Dearing… Ohhh! You are a… a… a...” Lenore shook her head, willing away the distraction of looming climax. “Oh God… You are tight… Ohhh… aren't you?”

  “Yesssssss... Yessssss... Ohhhhhh...”

  Lenore stared into Marla’s eyes and invaded her intimate space, speeding her thrusts, feeling fullness in her twat and withdrawing from Marla’s bottom. The assistant’s moaning and groaning turned earsplitting and primal, signaling her readiness for release.

  “You want it? You want me to… to… Oh my God… to... fuck you? Tell me! Tell me… how much… You… Want to be fucked! BEG me, bitch!”

  “Oh Ma’am! I need you to fuck me… Hard... Harder! Ohhhh! Uhhhn... Fuck! Please! Ma’am, please!”

  “Come on… You fucking whore! BEG ME! You did a… A better job of begging my adulterous boyfriend to fuck you! Beg ME!”

  “Oh God! Ma’am! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Please… Please Fuck me! Please fuck me hard! Please! I’m… I’m nothing! I don’t deserve you! I’M WORTHLESS! Oh please… Please… Fuck me! Please!”

  Marla’s bleating accelerated Lenore’s descent into madness. The evolving Mistress crammed the double-headed device into the assistant on the down strokes and back into herself on the up. The clit vibe buzzed loudly. Nearby, Rory stroked himself, keeping his erection ready for the next, certain act. After a five-minute-long Sapphic sprint, Lenore rocked the Irish beauty to another orgasm. The assistant collapsed.

  Weak-kneed, Lenore stumbled off the bed and removed the strap-on. She ordered Marla and Rory into a three-way. “Whore… Turn over and… put your head… up to the headboard... you… you… fucking slut! Rory… Get behind me.”

  Preparing for a return to the bed, Lenore bit one of Marla’s nipples and shoved two fingers up Marla’s vagina, keeping the sub’s excitement heightened in preparation for the next act.

  Lenore’s tenuous mask of dignity collapsed. She licked Marla’s body furiously, drinking from her abundant sweat, blazing a path from Marla’s ankles to her pussy. Lenore arrived at Marla’s tits, which she bit, pinched, slapped, and sucked repeatedly. She licked Marla’s cheeks and lips, kissing her eyelids, nibbling the servant’s lower lip and then plunging her tongue into Marla’s ear.

  “I want to eat your fucking pussy, my little whore. I want to taste you for myself and find out why my horny boy thinks you are worth adding to our staff. You must taste amazing for my lover to want to hire you. Then my boyfriend will fuck me with the same cock he just gave you as a gift. Does that excite you, whore? Does it excite you to know that you sampled my boyfriend’s cock before I did today?”

  “Yes, Ma’am! Oh, Ma’am, you are too kind to me! I do not deserve this! I deserve discipline for fucking the Master! I'm such a filthy whore! I’m a filthy, unfaithful wife and I must be disciplined! Discipline me, Mistress! Please! Punish me! Whip me, Mistress! Whip me!”

  Lenore laughed. “Soon enough, my eager beaver. Soon enough!” Lenore glanced over her shoulder at Rory and smiled, sharing a, “You have really outdone yourself” look of appreciation with her lover. “I will discipline you one day, my little filly. I will ride you and you will feel my crop, I promise you. First, though, I must taste you.”

  Lenore climbed between Marla’s legs and attached her mouth to the sub’s fuck hole, licking and flicking Marla’s fur-lined clit. Marla quaked with delight as Lenore worked over her labia. Mid-stroke, Lenore poked a stiff digit into Marla’s love canal.

  Rory removed his condom, preparing to submit his fleshy rod to the clenching care of Lenore’s Kegel-powered cunt. He stabbed at Lenore, jabbing her and pulling away repeatedly, making her gasp with each intrusion, then ended his teasing and settled into a rapacious fuck.

  Filth and depravity spewed from Lenore’s mouth, demanding harder, faster, d
eeper penetration at the end of Rory’s cock. “You horny bastard! You horny fucking bastard! You are not fucking me as hard as you did this adulterous little whore! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me harder than you fucked her! Do it! Fuck me harder!”

  The jolting impact of Rory’s coupling slammed Lenore’s face into Marla’s pussy, shocking the assistant, knocking her head into the headboard. Marla lifted her head, reached down, and grabbed a fistful of Lenore’s hair. The shy, fearful girl from 1402 broke protocol. She forced Lenore’s face into her snatch and turned the tables.

  “You aren’t doing it for me, you fucking bitch! You call yourself a Mistress? Bullshit! Your fucking tongue is pathetic and your mouth isn't making me fucking come! I expected better out of you, bitch! You’re weak, Lenore! You’re a pathetic excuse for a Mistress and you are not making me come!”

  Marla grabbed Lenore’s head with both hands and secured it to her clam, each crash from Rory’s cock rocking the trio back and forth. “I said make me fucking come! Make me fucking come, Lenore!”

  Lenore could not respond with her mouth full of hair pie. She grabbed Marla’s back, lacking for air with her nose and mouth filled with Marla’s flesh and wetness. Lenore experienced oxygen-deprived ecstasy as a comforting cascade of tremors rolled through her thighs.

  Lenore gushed. Her body shook violently, her head flew back, her buttocks jiggled. She clamped on Marla’s clit and shook her face back and forth as her body convulsed. Rory felt Lenore’s strangling grip on his prick and could no longer contain his explosion. He flooded Lenore with spurting jism, its familiar warmth pushing her climax over the edge. Marla rolled to another twisting, torqueing orgasm.

  The threesome collapsed, aftershocks tapering, their bodies melting together. Marla stroked and caressed Lenore’s head as it lay against her crotch.

  Before long, Lenore crept up Marla’s body, the straps of her corset scraping against the assistant’s beautiful, Anglo skin. Rory’s cum dripped from Lenore’s snatch onto Marla’s leg and then into her pussy.

  Rory slid up in the bed next to Marla, rolled between the two women, and collapsed. The future Mistress and her new assistant snuggled themselves closely to their Master, wrapping a leg around each of his legs and splitting their bosoms against his chest. Each laid an arm across his body, settling their heads on his chest. The girls rubbed Rory gently, moving beads of sweat from here to there and back again.

  Lenore looked across Rory’s chest to her new personal assistant. She had nothing to fear within the walls of Staffordshire. She positively loved consuming a beautiful pussy. She could eat all the pussy she wanted without fear of public humiliation.

  “Well, Mrs. Dearing… I think… It is safe to say… You have the job.”

  Marla giggled. “Thank you, Ma’am. When do you want me to start?”

  “I think we have already moved past that point, don’t you, dear?” Then, to Rory, she added, “Darling, I assume you have a room set aside for Mrs. Dearing and her husband?”

  “Yes, I do. You may have noticed the door at the side of the Master bedroom. Marla… and Declan… will be steps away, ready to assist us at a moment’s notice.”

  The Dominatrix made a return visit as the usually self-effacing and reserved Lenore turned brash braggart. “Marla, my little slut, do you honestly believe your husband is up to the challenge of pleasuring the sexiest attorney in Manhattan? Is he as handsome as Mr. St. Cloud? Do you think your pathetic boy has what it takes to satisfy me?”

  “Ma’am, not only is my husband as handsome as The Master, but he has a beautiful cock I am certain you will love. He told me that if you require proof, he will be happy to fuck you until you pass out.”

  “Oh, Rory! You picked very, very well!”

  “Thank you, dear. We tried.”

  “Marla, do you and your husband have any plans for this evening?”

  “Not unless Mr. St. Cloud returns my clothes. He took them from me and tossed them in the trash before I came to the basement.”

  “Really? Rory, why did you do that?”

  “Confidence, my dear. I knew you would love her. Sonia has already taken the liberty of assembling a more appropriately fetching, custom-tailored wardrobe for Mrs. Dearing. It’s in their apartment.

  “By the way, Lenore… Her husband is upstairs awaiting word of the interview. Of course, he will also require your personal seal of approval.”

  Shaking her head at Rory’s transparency, Lenore reached across and slipped her index finger into Marla’s mouth, sliding it in and out as Marla sucked. “Marla, my dear, you and your husband will be our guests for dinner. After dinner I will interview your husband to be certain he fits my criteria.”

  Marla laughed. “Your criteria and mine must be very similar, Ma’am. Mr. St. Cloud and my husband both fit my criteria about the same.”

  Lenore laughed boisterously and slapped Marla’s thigh, leaving a bright, red hand imprint on the assistant’s milky skin. “You naughty, wicked little girl! We will get along famously!”

  Rory glanced down at his future bride and her new assistant, each draping across his chest, attending to the Master in post-coital care. He sighed with relief.

  Lenore De La Fuente was “The One.”

  Staffordshire would be renewed.

  Part 8

  The Prodigal Mind

  Thirty One

  Lena fidgeted impatiently in the big comfy chair, waiting for Lenore to return from her trip to Staffordshire. Her barefoot, jean-wearing legs bounced restlessly. She glanced at her black dial, diamond-accented Rolex.

  “8:30PM? C’mon, Lenore! Where the hell are you? This is getting monotonous, Freaky!”

  Three days since Lenore left for her visit to Staffordshire. Three long, uncommunicative, worrisome days. Lenore hadn’t called. No update, no check-in. Nothing.

  When Lena called Sizemore & Horst to see if they heard from their wayward attorney, the receptionist informed Lena that her roommate had called in on the first day. Lenore said she needed a few days off and Rory St. Cloud would square things with Mr. Sizemore upon Lenore’s return.

  St. Moneybags would also find himself “squaring” things with Lena.

  Simply dropping the name Rory St. Cloud earned Lenore a year off if she wished. Rory’s little “donation” at the Rising Stars event ensured Lenore the ability to come and go as she pleased, keeping people waiting, making people wonder. In an irritating way, her lengthy disappearance only added to Lenore’s press-ready mystique.

  Lenore’s troubled roommate was not quite as understanding or patient.

  Lena stood, paced, went to the window, looked out, returned to the front door, checked the lock, checked her watch, paced some more, moved into the kitchen for a glass of water, paced some more, moved back to the window, looked out, paced more, checked her watch again, visited the bathroom, peed, masturbated on the bed with her favorite vibrator to relieve the tension, returned to the living room, and dropped herself back into the large comfy chair.

  8:55PM. The Wild Child threw her hands up in frustration.

  “Okay, goddammit! I’m giving her 5 more minutes before I call the State Police!”

  Lena heard a key in the apartment door lock and turned.

  “FINALLY!”

  Lena jumped to her feet and ran for the door, preparing to “assist” her errant friend through with a slap to the head. Lenore peaked her head past the door jamb with a cheery smile.

  “Hello-oh! Leeee-na! Are you home, lover?”

  The put-off partner would have none of Lenore’s sweetie-pie tone. “Lenore Consuela Maria De La Fuente! Where the hell have you been! You’ve had me worried sick! I’ve been waiting for three days to hear…

  “…some…

  “…word…

  “…Oh dear God.”

  Lena gaped.

  Through the door strolled the freaky roomie in a blood red, all leather, skin-tight, short-cropped jacket and mini-skirt combo, complete with a pair of high-sheen, blood red, 6”, ope
n-toe, platform pumps. Lenore had on shiny, bright red lipstick, a particularly sexy look the previous incarnation of Lenore never once embraced or considered. Her fingers and toes were also done up in bright red polish, perfectly applied, with a conspicuous gold toe ring on the middle toe of her right foot.

  “A toe ring? Freaky with a toe ring? Holy crap…”

  The jacket, in Sardi-esque fashion, was mostly unzipped. Her not inconsiderable cleavage made a bold entrance in advance of the rest of her body.

  Lenore bustled in, arms full of shopping bags, and dropped the bags to the floor. She tossed her keys in the tray by the door and threw out her arms for a traditional embrace.

  “Hey, Wild Child! I’m HOME!” Did you miss me?”

  “Wait a minute. Did she just say, ‘I’m?’ Did Lenore just use a contraction?”

  Lenore bolted to Lena and grabbed her around the neck, kissing her with plenty of tongue. The mauling left Lena in a heightening state of desire and confusion. Lenore returned to her bags, rummaging for a present or trinket of undetermined merit. As Freaky Baby bent over, Lena got a marvelous view of Lenore’s tantalizing tushy and the most insignificant of red thongs.

  “Oh shit… Freaky’s gone mini-skirt on me!”

  “Uhhh… Lenore… Are you feeling okay?”

  “I feel fantastic, Wild Child! I had the most wonderful time with Rory at Staffordshire! I must tell you all about it!”

  The Wild Child lifted her palm and slammed her mouth shut. “No, Lenore… I mean…” Lena pointed at Lenore’s outfit. “You’re wearing… THAT!”

  Lenore looked down at the wide-open frontier between her nipples and her navel, confused by Lena’s concern. “What’s wrong? Don't you like the color?”

  “What’s wrong? LENORE! It’s… My God! It's… It’s pornographic! You look like a… Like… a… a…”

  “A Dominatrix?”

  “Well… YES!”

  “A Mistress?”

  “Yeah, that would be a good start.”

  “Like YOU, Wild Child?” Lenore winked.