Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire)

by Simmons, NC

“NOW WAIT A GOSH DARNED MINUTE, LENORE…!”

  Lenore cat-walked to the bedroom, transporting the shopping bags along with her. Lena’s jaw slackened a second time.

  “Well, dear, I decided it was time to have some fun with my wardrobe for a change,” Lenore called back over her shoulder. “All organics and ochre can be very, very dull for a pussy hungry hottie.”

  Lenore returned from the bedroom, passed Lena who stood frozen in the middle of the foyer, and proceeded to the kitchen, hips swiveling in runway prime all the way. She looked over her shoulder, blew Lena a kiss, and slapped her nearly-naked ass. Lenore disappeared around the corner of the kitchen doorway.

  “Dear God… What the hell happened to my sweet Freaky Baby?”

  “Lenore!”

  “Yes, Wild Child?”

  “Can I ask a simple question?”

  “Sure, baby. I’ll be just a sec.”

  “’Sure baby?’ ‘I’ll be just a sec?’ Who body-snatched my anal retentive roommate?”

  Lenore returned from the kitchen with two large glasses of red wine. Either the zipper on her jacket had opened on its own or Lenore decided it was time to get extra freaky. Lenore’s tits breathed freely.

  “Come on over and sit down with me, Wild Child. I’ll tell you all about my visit to Staffordshire.”

  The two women moved into the living room. Lenore reclined against the far arm of the couch, stretching her right leg lengthwise and dropping her left foot to the floor. Lenore’s panorama of pussy, fully exposed under her hiked skirt, left Lena coveting copious quantities of cunny-lingus.

  The Wild Child plopped into the comfy chair across from the couch. “Lenore, I’m not sure where to begin. I mean… WOW! You've never worn – or even sort of worn – anything like this before. And what the Hell happened to you jacket? Did the zipper break while you were in the kitchen?”

  Lenore looked down at her fully-exposed tits and stomach. The protruding nipple of her left breast summoned Lena’s attention. Lenore tugged on it, rolled it between her thumb and forefinger until it was good and aroused, looked back up at Lena, and shook her head, seeming confused by the question. “No, the zipper didn’t break. I just felt like airing out my titties.”

  “Oh Christ. I’m rooming with Christy Canyon.”

  “Look… Freaky Baby… You have me a little weirded out here, babe. This isn’t you. You don’t dress like this. I mean... I dress like this — on occasion — but YOU don’t dress like this. I’ve never seen you in something so...”

  “Fun?”

  “I was going to say ‘hooker-esque,’ but ‘fun' would be one way to describe it.”

  Lenore took a few sips of her wine. She turned her body toward the Wild Child and reclined sideways against the arm of the couch, bending her right leg up at an angle and placing her foot behind her left knee. The strippy crotch of the thong disappeared into Lenore’s clam, her puffy, overused labia protruding to either side for Lena's enjoyment.

  Saliva gathered at the corners of Lena’s mouth. “Lenore, sweetie… Can you try not to deliberately turn me on for a little bit? We kind of need to talk... Adult-to-adult, babe.”

  Lenore smiled and cocked her head, puckering her lips and blowing Lena a kiss. “What’s wrong with turning you on, Wild Child? I thought you liked the view?”

  Lena shivered. She wasn’t having much success blocking out a mental picture of her face buried in Lenore’s woobie. “I like the view, Freaky. I just... I’d just like to talk a bit before I jump all over you. Can we do that? Can you just put your leg down for me?”

  Lenore pouted. “Sure. Okay. I get it. I’m not sexy any more.”

  “NO! I didn’t say that!”

  Lenore brightened. “So I AM sexy?”

  “Oh dear God, Lenore! You’re always sexy. You define sexy. And this... This sort of goes WAY over the top with sexy. Which is why I’m trying to get to the bottom of it. Why are you dressed like this? What happened to you? What happened to that beautiful dress you had on when you left here? Wasn’t that sexy enough?”

  Lenore shrugged her shoulders and turned her head in disgust. “That rag? Bleh. I threw it out.”

  “You WHAT?”

  “I didn’t like it any more. It made me look like a prude.”

  “LENORE! That was a $3000.00, handmade, Shalamar original!”

  “So?”

  Lenore took another long drink of wine, tilted her head back, and swallowed with protracted, erotic gulps. The muscles in Lenore’s neck rippled as the fluid traveled down her throat.

  Lena shivered again. “Look… Lenore… You have to stop it. You have to stop with the sexy stuff. I get it. You’re trying to turn me on. It’s working. I’m getting really hot, Lenore. Now can we please talk about what happened to you? Come on, Freaky. Stop it! Work with me, will ya!”

  Lenore pouted again, rolling her eyes and condescending to Lena’s request. She crossed her legs, put down her wine, crossed her arms, and covered her exposed erogenous zones. “Fine, party pooper! What do you want to know?”

  “Well… Why don’t you start by telling me what happened? How did the visit go? That might help me get some background. Was the estate big? Was it beautiful? What happened? Spill!”

  Lenore threw her arms wide with excitement and leaned forward. Her tits fell free again and she animated quickly. “Welllll… It was SO MUCH FUN! First, Rory took me on a tour of the estate. The house is ENORMOUS and it is SO romantic! The gardens are stunning and bursting with color! The solarium is so beautiful! And the grand ballroom is astonishing!

  “Then Rory took me up to the bedrooms and the upstairs maid tried to seduce me in the hallway but we didn’t actually have sex until the next day and then Rory took me into the master suite but I messed up the covers and Rory called up the chauffeur to discipline me and then the chauffeur finger fucked me on The Master’s bed and then Rory had the chauffeur come in my mouth — and I accidentally swallowed some of it – which tasted like roasted almonds, by the way - and then Rory had his personal assistant – a positively beautiful girl named Sonia - lick the rest of the chauffeur’s cum off my face – and then she deliberately swallowed it — and then she made out with me on the bed and I wanted to make love to her right there – and OH MY GOD she knows how to pick shoes! I have a HUGE walk-in closet full of clothes and shoes – and OH MY GOD she got me more of my favorite calf-wrap sandals! - and then Rory took me down to the basement and I met my new personal assistant – her name is Marla, by the way –– and OH MY GOD, she’s so beautiful! - and then Rory and I had sex with her during the interview, and then we had dinner with her husband – he’s a really sweet man named Declan…” Lenore tapped her chin. “…But I don’t think he’s as big as Rory — and then after dinner I had sex with Declan on the dining room table while Rory had sex with Marla and Sonia right next to us – and I made out with Marla again while we were having sex — Oh GOD I love her lips! — and then I had sex with the chef on the food prep table in the kitchen the next morning before breakfast, and then I had sex with the maid's husband in the indoor pool later that morning and then…”

  Lenore told Lena the story…

  The whole story…

  …One hour, seventeen minutes, forty five seconds of mind-numbing, libido-exploding, eye-glazing, pussy-overusing, jaw-dropping details. Lenore did not leave out a single masturbation-fueling, “God, I didn’t know two people could get into that position!” facet.

  (The image of Lenore hanging from the pot and pan rack in the kitchen while the chef Shish Kabobed her beef flaps was one Lena didn’t see coming.)

  At the conclusion of her story, as Lenore flashed back and finished recounting her just-before-departure, doggie-style encounter on the marble staircase with Rory, Lena concluded masturbating herself to a screaming, head-thrashing, eye-rolling, leg clamping orgasm. A few moments later, after Lena recovered her sanity, the sopping wet, sweat-covered sister slowly lifted her head off the comfy chair and stared at Lenore.

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p; “Oh… My… GOD!!! LENORE!!! OHMYGOD!!! Oh my GOD! OH my God! How many times did you have sex in three days?”

  “I lost count, sweetie…”

  “Just give me a ballpark number, babe. I counted at least eight.”

  Lenore held up her right hand and looked up and to her left. Tapping the index finger of her left hand to her succulent, cherry red lips, she gathered together her recollections of three days of non-stop cheery Os.

  “Hmmm…”

  “Well… Does getting fingered by the chauffeur count?”

  “YES, damn you! YES! It doesn’t need to include a penis! If you came, it counts!”

  “Well… Does oral sex count? Sometimes my pussy was a little sore and I just gave the men blow jobs…”

  “MY GOD, LENORE! YES! ORAL SEX COUNTS, TOO!”

  “Okay… I’m up to eight.”

  Lenore looked up again, mouthing the words, “pool table with the butler…” and then, “in the garage on the hood of the Jag with the chauffeur and the gardener...” and finally, “both personal assistants and the maid in the hot tub…”

  “More like eleven, babe.”

  Lena’s eyes pancaked and her mouth flew open. “Eeeee… Eeeee…. Eeeee….”

  Lenore took another long swig of wine. “Yes, dear. Eleven.”

  Lena sat transfixed, squishy-snatched, drooley-mouthed, leering at the roommate in full-on hookerware.

  “Eleven?”

  “Yes, dear. Eleven.”

  “Eleven times?”

  “Yes, dear. Eleven times.”

  “With the whole fucking staff?”

  “Well… I don’t think I had sex with the pool boy. But I saw his cock! He’s cute! OH!!! I almost forgot to include the foursome with the nice people from the estate over the hill! A very lovely couple named Beatrice and Bartholomew. I didn’t catch their last names. It all happened so quickly. They just dropped by and Bartholomew never had sex with a supermodel before, so Rory let me seduce him. Thank God the indoor pool is heated!”

  “The neighbors over the hill…? In the indoor pool…? Just because he’d never fucked a supermodel…?”

  “Oh… And I almost forgot… I got really excited and I gave Rory a nice blow job in the back of the limousine on the way here. OH YEAH! Then he ate my pussy before I got out. So I guess that makes…”

  “Thirteen,” said Lena, head shaking slowly side to side.

  Lenore ran the calculations across her fingers again and concurred. “Yes, I think that’s right. Thirteen times.”

  “In three days…”

  “Yes, dear. Three wonderful, glorious, orgasmic days!”

  Lenore looked at Lena’s face and became concerned. “What’s wrong, Wild Child? You look as if you have seen a ghost.”

  “Lenore… Sweetie… How do I put this…? You just told me how you went for a ‘brief’ trip to Rory’s estate, you started the whole thing by getting finger-fucked by the chauffeur, he blew his load into your mouth –– which, by the way, you swallowed - EEW! - you got the leftovers licked off your face by Rory’s assistant Sonia, humped your new assistant Marla with a double-headed strap-on in the dungeon – a FULLY-STOCKED DUNGEON, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! – got fucked by Rory in the dungeon, took a quick, naked nap with Rory and Marla, had a nice, elegant dinner with Marla and Declan, then fucked Declan on the dining room table while Rory fucked BOTH your assistants right next to you — and how does that man have so much cum in him? — swapped with the upstairs maid’s husband for the night, got fucked by the chef the next morning before breakfast, had a staff orgy in the fantasy hotel swimming pool in the basement the next afternoon, took a naked walk around the house just for fun, then went over to the garage and gave the new chauffeur AND the gardener blow jobs on the hood of Rory’s Jag AT THE SAME TIME – which, by the way, is COMPLETELY beyond my comprehension! — had a pick up game with the 'lovely’ couple next door whose last name you did not catch, got fucked by the maid’s husband in the pool, got dildo-humped by the maid in the linen closet - AND I LOST COUNT OF THE OTHER TIMES! And now you want to know why I look like I’ve seen a ghost?

  “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

  Looking up to the ceiling and tapping her chin, Lenore recalculated. “Actually, dear, I think it was more like 15 or 16 times now that I think about it. If you’re going to count blow jobs…”

  “LENORE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AT THAT PLACE? It sounds like the Playboy mansion gone completely around the bend! How in the hell do you have sex fifteen…”

  “…or sixteen…”

  “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! …Or SIXTEEN times in THREE days and NOT come home with the sorest pussy in the whole wide world?”

  Lenore perked up. “OH! Lena, you’d be amazed at all the wonderful lubes and salves they have up there that help to rejuvenate an active pussy. They add this special soapy stuff to the hot tub and it supposedly…”

  “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

  Lena jumped from the chair, ran over, and pounced on Lenore, grabbing her by the face and shouting.

  “LENORE! You’re in love with the owner of an ORGY factory! You’re thinking about marrying a fucking orgy factory, emphasis on the word fucking! Are you insane, Lenore? Do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

  Lenore laughed dismissively. “Don’t be silly, Wild Child. Of course I know what I’m getting into. Once Rory marries me I'll be the new Mistress of Staffordshire.”

  “THE WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL?! LENORE! ARE YOU INSANE? A MISTRESS? LIKE A WHIPS AND CHAINS, LEATHER GOODS-WEARING, DOMINATRIX TYPE MISTRESS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

  “Lena, darling, I think they can hear you across the street.”

  Lena crumpled to the floor at Lenore’s feet. “Oh my God! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! Lenore! You have NO idea what you’re getting yourself into. OR ME, you big dummy! Do you have ANY idea what being a Mistress involves?”

  “Of course, dear. Rory had me be one for my new assistant.”

  Lena knelt at the feet of the “she has no clue” Mistress in the making. She put her hands on Lenore’s legs, rubbing them gently. “Sweetie… It’s not just slap and tickle when you’re a Mistress. It's hard core! Based on what you just told me, these guys don’t play kiddie games! They’re fucking everything that moves and they think you are about to be their new ‘Head Horny Hottie!’ Rory probably expects you to tie him up and whack him around a few times.”

  “Oh we already did that, dear. Rory had me verbally humiliate him and spank him with my riding crop the night before I left. He got really excited when I made him get on his hands and knees and lick my shoes…”

  “YOU DID WHAT?”

  “I spanked him with my Mistress riding crop and made him lick my shoes. By the way… Did I tell you I positively LOVE my new riding crop! It’s just like the one I had when I was a little girl...”

  Lena closed her eyes and raised her hand, stopping Lenore mid-sentence.

  “Lena…? Is everything alright?”

  Lena stood, walked to the wall by the bedroom, took down a still life painting of two oranges, a lemon, and a lime, and hammered her head against the plasterboard. Lenore jumped up and ran over, grabbing the Wild Child and spinning her away from the wall.

  “LENA! What is wrong? What are you doing?”

  “This has to be a dream, right? I mean… This was all a joke. You really didn’t have sex fifteen…”

  “…it was more like sixteen times, dear…”

  “…OR SIXTEEN times in three days! PLEASE tell me Rory didn’t have you say mean things to him, whip him with a riding crop, and make him lick your shoes. PLEASE tell me, Lenore. I mean… WOW! Please! This is a joke, right?”

  Stroking Lena’s face with her fingertips, Lenore sought to ease the Wild Child’s fears. “You know what, Lena… You seem a little upset and confused. Come with me. Just come into the bedroom with me and lie down. The Mistress has something that will help make it all better.”

  In the middle of her meltdown, the “M” w
ord slipped by Lena’s ears nearly unnoticed.

  Only at first.

  “Wait… What? What did you just call yourself?”

  “Oh… Nothing. It’s nothing. Just come with me, Wild Child. I have something in the bedroom that will make it all better.” Lenore led Lena by the hand and had her lie in the middle of their king sized bed. She sat for a moment and gently stroked the Wild Child’s hair.

  “You know what, Lena? You just lie here for a little while. I have something that will help make it all better. Rory thought you might have some questions. So he told me where to buy you a special gift that will help you understand.”

  Lenore returned to the bags and lifted several from the floor to her dresser. She opened each and peeked inside. She rummaged through a bag with a picture of a studded dog collar on it.

  “I know I put them in here… Somewhere. AH! Here they are!” Lenore proudly produced a large, black box with a black satin bow. “Lena, once you see these, I know you’ll just love them. I have a matching set at Staffordshire and the staff just love it when I put these on them.”

  Lenore opened the box to reveal a set of four, black leather, fur-lined, manacles, complete with miniature padlocks and keys.

  It took a moment for Lena’s mind to process the image of the manacles, then a shriek of terror rolled its way up and out her throat. “LENORE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE THOSE?”

  Appearing confused, Lenore behaved as if Lena rejected one of the greatest gifts of her life. “Why… they’re just… restraint cuffs, dear. That’s all. Why? What’s wrong?”

  “WHO ARE THEY FOR?!”

  “Why you, silly! The Mistress would be happy to put them on you and show you how they help make sex more fun.”

  “Lenore! Who the hell are you talking about? Who is The Mistress?”

  “Why me, of course. I mean… I am not an official Mistress just yet. That will happen after I marry Rory. But I thought I would start trying out the title just to see how it feels.”

  “LENORE! NO! I’m not putting on those goddamned… Those… THINGS! NO WAY!”

  Lenore took out one of the cuffs and opened it, trying to slip it on Lena’s wrist. Lena leapt from the bed and assumed a defensive stance, fists raised in a style Iron Mike once taught her during a photo shoot for SI.