by AnonYMous
According to her story, from the time she was eleven years old he had been in the habit of fondling and caressing her, and fingering her genitals. One morning, some months before I had made her acquaintance, she had gone to his room to awaken him. He seized her, and pulled her down on the bed by him.
"He pulled my dress up," she confided, "and unfastened my panties and then he threw the covers off, so that he was all naked. His thing was sticking up, and he rubbed it between my legs. I tried to get away from him but he held me tight. And then he made it go clear inside me. It hurt awful at first, but pretty soon it began to feel kind of good, too. When he let me up there was blood all over my legs an on the bedsheet. He made me get a clean sheet and put it on the bed. And then he wrapped the bloody one up in a bundle, and hid it so mama wouldn't see it. And another time, one day when mama was gone, he did it to me again. He sat down in a chair and unfastened his pants and made me sit on his lap so his thing went up inside of me."
After hearing this interesting history I lost no time in breaking in on uncle's preserves, and thereafter on an average of once a week I enjoyed her company in the still hours of the night, while the rest of the household was wrapt in slumber.
On one of these occasions after she had slipped off her nightgown and was cuddled up in my arms, she whispered:
"If I asked you to let me do something to you, would you let me?"
"What do you want to do to me, sweetheart?"
"It's something … oh, you'll think I'm awful if I tell you!" and she hid her face against my neck and began to giggle.
My curiosity was aroused as it always is when I see a woman giggling and blushing at the same time.
"I'm not easily shocked, sweetheart. What is it you want to do?"
"I won't tell you unless you promise to let me first!"
Rather suspecting that I was destined to be the object of an amateur experiment in cock sucking, I assured her that I was willing to take the chance, and promised my acquiescence.
"Well, I … oh, I'm ashamed to tell you!"
Thoroughly intrigued, I encouraged with caresses and coaxing. When the secret was out my surprise at its ingenuous, almost infantile nature was boundless. She wanted nothing more nor less than to masturbate me with her fingers so that, quoting her own words, she could "se it when it squirts out!" Speechless for a moment, all I could do was gasp.
"Is that all you wanted to do, sweetheart?"
Her eyes refused to meet mine, but she nodded her head.
"Well, there it is. Go to it!" and I turned over on my back.
With shining eyes, and flushed cheeks, she extended her hand, and began to work the foreskin up and down. All that was necessary for me to do to help her gratify her curiosity was to lie still and let nature take its course. And a few minutes later she was recompensed with the sight of half a dozen copious jets which suddenly flew upward between her fingertips, and barely missed striking her in the face in their trajectory.
About the time I was nineteen, chance enabled me to witness something which made a deep impression on me and the recollection of which has always inspired me with a degree of caution and consideration with respect to the forcing on a woman of any sexual act patently contrary to her inclinations. With this episode I resume the chronological order of my biography.
Shortly before my nineteenth birthday, a commercial establishment in Liverpool, which was indebted to my father to the amount of several hundred pounds, became insolvent and went into bankruptcy. There was a possibility that being represented at the bankruptcy proceedings, a small portion of this money might be saved, and unable to go himself my father delegated me.
Armed with several documentations, and introductions as to my duties I boarded the Liverpool express. It was the first journey of importance I had ever made alone and I was highly elated. I had been provided with a sum of cash sufficient to defray my expenses for the week or ten days I would probably be there, and with the clever idea of diverting a good portion of this money to personal entertainment, instead of going to a first class hotel as I had been instructed, I sought for and found a cheap place, where I could get lodgings for a third of the amount indicated for the purpose.
Although I did not know it at the moment, the place I had selected was a rendezvous for street walkers and prostitutes of low order, some of whom roomed there permanently, others utilizing rooms by the hour, or by the night. My ignorance of this situation was short lived for before a day had elapsed I had taken note of the larger number of females about the place and had observed that they came in accompanied by gentlemen, and went out alone.
This circumstance though intrigued rather than displeased me, and I kept my eyes open, observing with great interest all that was transpiring around me. The women for the most part were on a plane considerably inferior to that of the sporting girls I had come in contact with at home. They looked bedraggled, tired, unhealthy and I saw only a few who possessed attractive qualifications. Their attitude was bold, and I received several plainly worded invitations which, due to my somewhat fastidious taste in female merchandise, failed to awaken enthusiasm.
The second night I was in this place I overheard sounds emanating from the room next to mine, which excited in me a burning curiosity to see what was taking place. There was a connecting door between the two rooms and I examined it carefully to see whether I could find a way to peek through. The keyhole was securely plugged up. A streak of light was visible under the lower extremity of the door, but all efforts to peer under this door were fruitless. Meanwhile, the creaking of bed springs and the murmuring of voices increased my excitement. I listened to these significant sounds with my ear pressed to the door for ten or fifteen minutes, after which they ceased, the light under the door disappeared and the sound of receding footsteps in the hall told me the occupants had taken their departure.
I heard no more that night, but the next day, just as I was about to enter my room the door of the adjoining one opened, and a girl came out.
She was a girl who might have been any age between twenty-six and thirty, a girl who some years previously had probably been possessed of real beauty. She was slender, and the pallidness of her face was accentuated by a heavy coating of powder. Her lips were painted a too vivid scarlet and the precisely drawn Cupid's bow stood out in startling contrast with the whiteness of her face. Despite her garish aspect, there was still something attractive about her, and her eyes, as she turned them momentarily upon me, held a trace of sad wistfulness.
I heard her door open when she returned about twelve o'clock that night, but this time she was evidently alone for I heard no sounds but found no way by which visual access to the room might be secretly gained. But while speculating on the subject, an idea occurred to me. The next day I located a hardware story and purchased a sharp ice pick. That evening I waited until I heard her leave the room. Then I pushed the ice pick through one of the door panels. I did not dare make a very large aperture for fear it might be observed, and had trust to luck that the small perforation would enable me to see into the room when lights were on.
Intending to speak to her in the hall I loitered around the lobby for two hours the following evening, but she failed to put in an appearance so I went to my room and tried to peer through the perforation in the door panel. The room was in darkness and I could see nothing. Profound silence indicated that she was not there and I wondered uneasily whether she had left the place for good. However, I decided to stay in my room and wait. I fastened a small piece of pasteboard over the hole in the door panel so that the light from my side would not betray the stratagem in case she returned suddenly, and selecting a magazine from among a number I had brought with me I lay down to pass the time reading.
I had been asleep some time when I became aware of the sound of angry voices. At first they scarcely penetrated my consciousness, but gradually I awoke to their significance, and just as I emerged from a state of nebulous uncertainty into clear possession of my faculties I heard an a
ngry male voice exclaim?
"By God, you will!"
The softer but also angry voice of a female rejoined:
"I will not!"
Jumping from the bed I hurried on tip-toes to the door. The card I had pinned over the hole was still in place but I quickly removed it and applied my eye. For a moment my vision obfuscated by the light, revealed nothing, but as my sight cleared, a strange scene was presented to me.
In the adjoining room, accompanied by the girl I have previously described, was a big, bearded fellow in a sailor's uniform. The female was completely clothed, apparently exactly as she had come in from the street, except that she had removed her hat. The man was standing near her. The front of his pants were unbuttoned, and from the opening there projected in full erection a cock which my startled eyes appeared to be nine or ten inches in length.
The woman was standing before him in an attitude of defiance, her eyes blazing. From bits of the conversation, oaths, curses and threats which came to my ears, I gathered that he was trying to make her take it in the mouth and that she was refusing the honor. It seemed that in his acceptance of her solicitation when she accosted him in the streets he had stipulated the "French" method and she had said nothing to the contrary. Probably the poor girl expected to content him with something of a less disagreeable nature once she got him to the room.
"If you didn't want it that way why in hell didn't you say so?" he hissed, his face contorted with rage. "By God, you can't play me for a blooming fool!"
And then before my astounded gaze his hand suddenly shot out, and entwined itself in her hair. In grim silence, broken only by the scuffling of feet on the wooden floor, began a struggle which literally held me spellbound.
The woman fought valiantly to free herself, but subjugated by the cruel grasp of her hair was relentlessly forced to her knees. His fingers twisted themselves more firmly in her tresses and the next instant his cock was pressing and rubbing against her face and lips. She tried to evade the contact by turning her head sidewise but again his clutch on her hair tightened, and, irremissibly, her face distorted with pain, she was forced to yield. Her lips parted and first the head of his cock, then three or four inches of its length, disappeared between them.
Her head, imprisoned between his hirsute hands, was now impelled rapidly backward and forward, and between her distended lips that incredibly enormous cock slid back and forth.
I watched with bated breath, frozen, incapable of movement, my eyes glued to the tiny aperture.
Five minutes more her humiliation lasted. I perceived his body stiffen out in response to orgiastic reactions; he forced as much of his cock into her mouth as he could and held her head still. From his rigid posture and the strained expression on his face, I knew that he was ejaculating in her mouth. I heard some choking, gasping sounds, saw her eyes roll upward and fix themselves on his face, and on her own countenance, pitifully pallid and distorted, such an expression of hate as I have seldom seen reflected on a woman's face.
His hands relaxed their grasp on her tresses, and he withdrew his cock from her mouth. It had already begun to lose its rigidity and was beginning t sag downward. As soon as she was released, she sank down on her hands and knees and began spitting out great mouthfuls of slimy fluid. Paying no more attention to her, the man buttoned up his clothes, threw a few coins on the bed, and walked out.
She remained on the floor for several minutes after he had gone, spitting and hawking, then dragging herself to her feet, she went to a corner of the room beyond my range of sight. But I did not need to see to know what she was doing for the sound of splashing water, followed by a long period of gargling and spitting, spoke plainly enough of her effort to cleanse her mouth of the pollution to which it had been subjected. When she was again in my line of vision, she had undressed and put on her nightgown. As she stepped to the side of the bed, her eyes fell on the coins which were still lying there. She picked them up, looked at them pensively for a moment, then hurled them across the room. The next instant, the room was plunged into darkness. With muscles cramped and aching from uncomfortable posture, I too, slipped into bed, to lie awake until daylight, reviewing the sordid drama I had witnessed.
At the age of twenty-one, my naturally active disposition, coupled with requirements for cash now considerably in excess of the allowance provided by my father, impelled me to begin thinking of making my own living.
My father would have preferred that I continue my schooling a few years longer, but I was not of a very studious nature, and when he saw that I was determined he interposed no further objection and suggested a junior clerkship with the firm in which he was interested. This would have been an advantageous arrangement in many senses, but to me it had inconveniences. My father and I were of distinctly different types. His ideas were strict and inclined toward the puritanical. His constant reproval of what he considered dissipations on my part annoyed me vastly and interfered with my pleasure. The truth is, he never knew the half, but what he did know or guess was enough to maintain between us a certain amount of animosity. I was headstrong, resentful of any restraint, and not wishing to be too closely subjected to his observation, declined the opportunity and announced an intention of finding something for myself. His skeptical attitude as to my capability to do this stung my pride, and made me even more determined.
For weeks I assiduously answered advertisements with no other results than a few fruitless interviews with firms which invariably required services of a nature which a lack of experience disqualified me from fulfilling, and then, when I was about ready to give up in despair, my efforts were rewarded. I was summoned to and obtained employment in the office of a well known financier, a man whose diversified interests extended across half the globe; banks in England and Scotland, diamond mines in Africa, railroads in South America. I was employed to act in the capacity of personal assistant to this man, a title which though flattering of sound turned out in reality to mean nothing more than I was sort of glorified office boy and messenger. Nevertheless, the fact that my duties kept me in personal contact wit the great man gave me a certain prestige not enjoyed by other employees, most of whom occupied positions of far greater importance.
My employer turned out to be a man of quick and irascible temper. His depreciative and often unnecessarily offensive criticisms soon inspired me with a cordial dislike for him. However, I put forth my best efforts, constantly endeavoring to please him, and before long I began to sense the fact that I was rising in his estimation. Within a short time more important duties were being confided to me, though curiously enough, as his confidence in me increased, my antipathy toward him also grew apace and I came to despise him wholeheartedly for his arrogance and boorishness.
One afternoon when I returned after executing an errand which had taken me to a distant part of the city I saw a young woman leaving his office. With an ever appreciative eye for feminine pulchritude, I appraised her trim figure, gowned with the simple elegance which bespeaks both taste and wealth. My gaze, starting at the faultlessly shod little feet traveled upward, and rested on a face of such marvelous beauty as had seldom been my lot to behold.
I have always been a bit more partial to brunettes than to light complected women, influenced possibly by the popular superstition that brunettes are more passionate than blonds, a supposition which experience has demonstrated to be without foundation. In this instance, however, my inclinations suffered a sudden reversal. The young woman on whom my attention was fixed was blond. A blond whose skin was the texture of flawless immaculate ivory; whose tresses, visible below the brim of a fashionable little toque, clung around her ears and neck in ringlets of spun gold and in whose violet tinted eyes was reflected all the glorious splendor of ardent young womanhood. In brief the most exquisite, the daintiest, the most seductive bit of femininity imaginable.
For a few fleeting moments only was I permitted to regale my eyes with this delectable vision, and then it passed from my view.
"Who is she
?" I gasped, addressing my inquiry to a nearby clerk.
The fellow turned a fishy eye on me and responded superciliously?
"Don't you know?"
"No! If I knew I wouldn't be asking. Who is she?"
"She's the chief's wife."
More questioning of other employees evoked supplementary information. Our employer had married this girl about four years previously; she was titled by parentage and in her own rights.
My admiration, based on nothing more than one brief glimpse, grew to infatuation. Past loves faded into insignificance, and never did I more ardently long to possess a woman than I did this one. As my mind became more and more obsessed with the infatuation, my dislike for the man who was the rightful possessor of this gem of loveliness increase and for the first time in my life I felt the stinging lash of dominating, unrestrainable jealousy.
I learned that on some occasions she came to the office, and day by day I looked forward to another glimpse of her, with hungry anticipation. It was two months before the longing was gratified and I saw her again. She was, or so she seemed to me, even more lovely than I had first imagined and so rapt was I in the comtemplation that my attitude was observed by other employees and after she had gone I was forced to listen to many jibing witticisms.
During several succeeding weeks I ceaslessly dreamed and thought of this woman, not with expectation or hope, but with that blind adoration which finds its only solace in silent, unrequited worship. I had brief glimpses of her once or twice a month, and ultimately it seemed to me that as her glance momentarily met mine, there was an expression of understanding in it, as though she felt or divined my adoration.