SAVAGE DESIRES: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  “I don’t think, Louis,” she said. “I’ve had enough. I think I’ll go up to bed now.”

  “Perhaps we should have a talk first, Milady,” he said.

  She was sitting on the couch and he towered over her, his face expressionless. Perhaps it was the wine and the brandy, but she shivered with fear and expectation. There was something in his voice, some harshness she had not heard before.

  “A talk about what?” she asked.

  “Your fall from grace,” he said.

  “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

  “You’re forgotten your place,” Louis said.

  The meek and civilized Louis disappeared in an instant, and in his place stood a man she did not know. His lips were curled in amusement and anger, and his black eyes looked as hard as marble.

  He grabbed her arm and drew her up off the couch. The grip of his hand hurt her and she tried to pull away, but she had never known such strength. And it wasn’t just the strength of his muscles, but the strength of his presence. Suddenly he seemed overwhelming.

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of you in the household,” he said.

  “One of me?” she questioned.

  “A whore,” he said. “I know you were a whore the first time I met you, but it’s taken a while for you to learn your true nature.”

  “Have you gone crazy?” she said.

  He slapped her. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it was shocking. Nobody had ever struck her before. Her knees folded and she sank back to the overstuffed couch again.

  “My people are not animals,” Louis said. “They deserve the same respect they give to you. They are not to be used.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

  “You used that boy,” Louis said. “For that, you should be punished.”

  She wasn’t sure what he was going to do as he dragged her up off the couch again. He sat and pulled her down into his lap. She struggled but he flipped her around so that she was face down across his knees. Before she could stop him, her dress was up around her waist and bottom was bared.

  The first stinging slap on her bottom took her by surprised. The second hurt like hell. She squirmed to free herself but he had her in an iron grip.

  “The more you struggle, the more slaps you will receive,” he promised her.

  Another stinging slap. She resigned herself to her fate. He spanked her hard for a long time and by the time he finished, she was sobbing. He finally stopped hitting her but he kept her across his knees.

  “Now tell me why you did it?” he asked.

  “I needed it,” she whispered.

  “So you are a whore,” he said.

  “I suppose,” she answered. “Yes.”

  He let her slide off his lap into the floor. Her bottom hurt like hell. She still sobbed softly and he caressed her head.

  “You must serve me now,” Louis said.

  Louis undid the buttons of the pants of his butler’s uniform. He fished out his half-hard cock and her eyes widened in shock. She had only seen two cocks in her life and she thought her lovers cock was big. Her butler’s cock was enormous, a fat, meaty club with a fat, bulbous head that leaked

  “Try a taste, Lady Josephine,” he said.

  It wasn’t like it was the first time. Her lover had demanded it of her. Now, her butler. And deep down she knew she could have stopped it. She wasn’t being forced. Louis seemed to realize she needed this as much as he did.

  Still on her knees between his legs, she laced her fingers around the base of his cock. With her lover, there had been only candle light, but now she had the opportunity to take a close up view of a cock in good light. His cock was big and beautiful. Tiny blue veins ran down the underside. His butler’s uniform was tight and she could not see his balls but she imagined they were huge and heavy, full of cum.

  She pressed her lips to the crown.

  “Yes, show me what a good whore you can be, milady,” he said.

  She kissed his rubbery crown again and then opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her lips. He had a strong, salty taste. She knew his cock cream was dripping on her tongue. She sucked at him a little, tasting his meaty, salty taste in the back of her throat.

  “Yes,” he said. “That’s good.”

  She was sucking the butler, she thought. It was kind of weird. Sucking the butler’s big cock in her mouth, tasting his cream. But it also created a strong empty feeling between her legs. Lord, his cock was big. It seemed to grow even as she massaged it with her fingers and drew him deeper into her mouth.

  More of his cream leaked into her mouth, a lot of it that made her gag. She drew her head back. He didn’t try to force her as if he knew she would not stop. She took a deep breath and took his cockhead back into her mouth. She kept massaging his base with her fingers as she once more sucked his cock into her mouth. She got half of him into her mouth and this very salty cum leaked again. Again, there was a thick drop of it and she gagged a second time, but she didn’t draw her head back.

  With a savage determination, she sucked him deeper into her mouth. She closed her lips tighter around his sweaty flesh. She closed her eyes as she sucked one more time and he was as deep in her mouth as she could get him.

  “Fine,” he groaned, patting her head. ‘Oh yes, that’s fine.”

  He gripped her head tightly for the first time and he started directing her movements. She established a rhythm. She would pull her head back almost to the crown. Her teeth would scrape him and then his hips would buck his fat prick back into her mouth.

  A few times he got deep enough to choke her, but it was okay. He gave her time to breathe as he pulled her head back.

  “I want you to swallow,” he said.

  It was all the warming he gave her before he began stabbing his cock into her mouth as rapidly as he could. He didn’t go deep this time. His cock only went half into her mouth and then he pulled back, but it was very rough. Her neck was sore in seconds and she could taste even more of his cum swirling around in her mouth.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “Oh fuck.”

  His cock exploded in her mouth and she tried to swallow but it was too much. Gagging, some of it ran down her chin to drop to the collar of her dress. Some went involuntarily down her throat the wrong way. She choked and gagged, and finally he pulled back and let the last of his cream splatter into her face and up her nose.

  He shoved his prick back against her lips and she opened her mouth. For a few moments she sucked and licked him until he pushed her head back. He scraped some of the cum away from her face with his finger and fed it to her.

  “You’re going to learn to clean up your fucking messes,” he said harshly.

  He cleaned up the rest of her face and made her lick it clean.

  “Now take your clothes off,” he said.

  It was not a request. Louis used the same tone of voice he used to instruct a maid or a footman.

  “I want you to learn your place from now on in this household. From now on you are the lowest of the low. Even the man who cares for the hunting dogs is higher than you. In fact, you are lower the dogs.”

  She didn’t think about hesitating. There was dark cruelty in his voice, but the tone only increased her sexual desire. Somehow things had changed. She wasn’t in charge anymore. Her butler ruled. He had turned her into a quivering, sexual animal in the same efficient way he managed the household.

  She didn’t bother folding her clothes. She dropped to the floor. In a few moments she was completely naked. He commanded her to turn and she did.

  “A work of art,” he said.

  A knock on the drawing room door startled her. She reached for her clothing.

  “Stay,” he said, as if he was commanding a horse or a dog.

  She stayed.

  He went to the door and opened it, and young Royce came in. Once more she wanted to cover up as his eyes went over her body. He blushed but he didn’t stop ogling h
er.

  “On your knees,” Louis said.

  Knowing what was going to happen, she could not prevent it. She was not sure she wanted to prevent it. She dropped down on her knees. Behind Royce, she watched Louis stripping off his uniform. His body wasn’t as muscled as her safari lover, but he was still in good shape. And that cock. Lord, that big beautiful cock. It was already growing hard again.

  O her knees, she watched Royce approach and he did his buttons. His cock was long and slender, a soft white color as if it never saw light. He stopped in front of her as if unsure what to do next.

  “You teased him in the woods. You made him feel less a man. Now take care of him like a woman should take care of her master.”

  She knew what to do. She wrapped fingers around his cock and stroked him a couple of times. She looked at Louis and he gave her a nod of approval. She took Royce’s prick into her mouth and sucked on it gently. Her mouth still tasted of Louis’s cum. She took Royce’s cock deep into her mouth with gagging, and then she began to bob her head.

  Completely undressed, Louis walked around behind her. He pushed on her shoulders. She released Royce’s cock to a groan of disappointment, but she had to position herself on her hands and knees. Royce stepped quickly forward and stabbed at her mouth. He was so excited that he missed and smeared her cheek with his lubrication cream. Some of Louis’s cream was already drying there. She could smell him as Royce finally stabbed into her mouth. She could do very little but hold herself still as Royce began to fuck her mouth.

  At the same time, she felt the thick, bulbous head of Loui’s cock at the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed his cockhead up and down in her wet groove. She pressed back against him as she tried to pull his prick inside her, but he was taking his time. He rubbed up and down in her pussy lips for a long time, before he moved closer and pushed a third of his cock into her.

  A third of his cock felt bigger than her husband’s and his width stretched her. With a sudden push of his hips, he thrust the rest of his meaty cock inside. She gave a startled gasp that must have done something that Royce liked because he started thrusting faster.

  Two cocks, she thought.

  I have two cocks inside me, and neither is my husband.

  I am definitely not a lady anymore, she thought.

  The two men began thrusting in and out of her, and somehow quickly finding the same rhythm. She expected Royce would lose control quickly but instead, he seemed to like the slow pace. Her mouth filled with his taste, but it was like sucking his cock was only routine. What she was really concentrating on was the huge cock inside her wet pussy. Inside her he felt even bigger than he looked.

  She felt as if she was splitting apart he thrust it into her. Incredibly, thoughts of her lover in Africa were forgotten as Louis fucked her. Louis might have been less muscular, less savage, but his cock was taking her to new places.

  She gave into the sensations that washed over her, a fiery heat that grew in her belly and spread outwards and she found herself pushing back against Louis as hard as she could. It no longer mattered if Louis thought she was a whore. Nothing mattered but his big, beautiful cock.

  “Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

  She couldn’t control the savage shudders that rocked her body, or the vulgar words coming out of her mouth. She sensed Royce was actually shocked at her words, but she didn’t care about that either. She gobbled his cock harder, faster, using her tongue and teeth as he thrust over her tongue and into her throat.

  The last, savage shudder went through her body. She would have screamed if it were possible but no sounds came out with her mouth full of cock. Behind her Louis thrust into her with quicker, rabbit-like thrusts.

  “Oh, Lady Josephine,” Royce cried out.

  “Call her whore,” Louis demanded.

  “Whore,” Royce cried out. “You whore. You fucking whore.”

  His cum flooded her mouth. She quickly started to swallow, trying to get it all. He didn’t have as much as Louis had earlier and she managed to get most of it down. It was like hot lava going down her throat and into her stomach. She gulped again, getting air and more cum.

  Then Louis grunted and his pace increased. He acted like he was trying to completely split her in half. His cum started shooting into her wet pussy, filling her pussy and dripping down her thighs. He still had a lot as he pushed his cock in and out of her a few more times. Finally, he stopped. He remained still for a moment and then his cock slipped out of her.

  He grabbed her by her short black hair and turned her around to face him.

  “Clean me with your mouth,” he said.

  His half-limp prick lay against his thigh, glistening and shiny from his leaking cum and her juice. She didn’t really want to take it into her mouth, but she obeyed him. She sucked it up and tasted her own juice. She made a face but he told her in a clipped, authoritative voice to get on with it. Like a maid doing a chore, she sucked up his prick and cleaned it with her tongue. He didn’t let her stop until he was sure he was completely clean.

  “So damned arrogant when you came here,” Louis said. “You were going to be putting us all in our places. You even tried to get rid of me. Oh, I know all about that. Now here you are, on your knees, like a cheap whore.”

  She could only look down at the floor in humiliation.

  “You may leave,” he told Royce.

  The young man tucked his own soft cock away and quietly left the room.

  “We shall go up to your room,” Louis said

  …..

  Louis did not allow her to dress. Naked, and blushing with shame, she walked up the stairs to her room. In her room, Louis sent Isobel to fetch her clothing. Isobel asked no questions. Her obedience to Louis was absolute. She didn’t even seem surprised at their being naked although she did risk a quick glance at Louis’s dangling cock.

  When Lord Samuels returned the next day, she was at the door to greet him. He looked a little surprised at the enthusiasm in her voice. Their relationship had always been someone restrained. How could she explain that she was only obeying her instructions. From now, on things were going to be different at their home. “A bath,” Louis said.

  How many times had Isobel prepared her bath? Now she prepared one for Louis. He expected her to soap him as he gently lowered himself in the steaming water. She knelt naked by the claw tub and she soaped his body, started with his chest and then up his legs and finally his cock. Her rubbing his cock with soap and water made it hard again.

  “I’ve never cared for the way you treat Lord Samuels,” Louis said. “I have known him since he was a boy. He deserves better. From now on, you will be the best wife you can be to him, or you’ll feel a paddle on that pretty ass the next time.”

  Lady Josephine trembled at the thought. His rough hand had been bad enough. To have someone paddle her ass would be incredibly painful.

  “Yes,” she said. “Of course.”

  “I mean it,” Louis said. “You will give him whatever he desires. You will not wait for him to ask. You will anticipate his desires.”

  He reached out and absently fondled her breast. Her nipple grew stiff against his stroking fingers. She gasped as he tugged her close to the tub and leaned over to kiss her nipple. He sucked her hard, throbbing bud into his mouth and bit down gently.

  Another of those fiery shivers went through her.

  “Perhaps I shall paddle your ass now,” he said.

  “Please don’t,” she whispered.

  Louis nodded. “Okay, but remember that from now on you will be obedient in all things. And not just your husband although he will come first. I shall occasionally want mine. And you will jump when I speak, or your ass will be raw.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said. “There’s no need for you to do that. I shall obey you.”

  He shrugged. “You seem willing, I’ll admit. But how do I know for certain. Perhaps I should test you?”

  She was not certain how much more of a test he could give he
r. Hadn’t she already obeyed his every command? Wasn’t she willing to suck cock? Didn’t her mouth taste of him and Royce

  “What else could I do?” she asked.

  For the first time in her memory, Louis smiled. “I’ll think of something. Now you bathe.”

  She took her bath alone. Louis waited in her bedroom and Isobel never came in to help. She found Louis and Isobel together in her bedroom when she finished her bath. She didn’t bother putting on a robe. If Louis wanted her to dress, he would tell her.

  Isobel sat in Louis’s lap and his hand was on her breast. She took another step into the room and watched as Isobel squirmed a little. It was obvious Louis was getting hard beneath her. She didn’t know if she should keep standing there, or run away.

  “You’re pretty as a French post card,” Isobel said.

  She had no idea the fresh little blond had ever seen a French post card. She herself had never seen one even though she knew Lord Samuels had a couple of them in his office.

  “But the women in French post cards are usually fat,” Isobel said, giggling. “They’ve usually got these big cow-like udders and fat asses. Your tits aren’t bad.”

  ‘Kind of small for my taste,” Louis said. “I like a pair like this.”

  To add emphasis to his words, Louis cupped Isobel’s breast and squeezed. Lady Josephine felt a shiver of humiliation, but she couldn’t turn her head away. Everything was happening so fast. Her life was being turned upside down.

  “Come here,” Louis said.

  She walked across the room and stood near them. Louis stopped squeezing Isobel, and reached for her. His hand touched her breast. She didn’t have clothes on like Isobel and the heat of his hand went through her.

  “She likes it,” Isobel said. “Her nipple’s hard.”

  “Of course she likes it,” Louis said. “She’s a whore.”

  “Let me feel her tit,” Isobel said.

  Lady Josephine gasped. This could not be happening. This was wrong. But nobody stopped Isobel from grabbing a breast and squeezing. Isobel was her maid. This was so very wrong, but then she had just been sucking the cock of her stable hand.