Ectasy on Fire

She knelt behind him and spread his ass-cheeks with her fingers, which dug into his flesh so far that she thought she'd touch bone. She drove the dildo into his ass. He groaned loudly as the instrument slid into his backside. He fell to the floor, supporting himself on his shoulder. He took his cock into his hand and rubbed it up and down, moving the foreskin roughly over it. His eyes were closed tightly in pleasure.

Madam Andre pumped the dildo in and out of him, watching his buttocks clench around it. This gave her a great deal of pleasure. Then she raised her arm high into the air and brought her palm down against his buttocks in a stinging slap. She did this over and over again as she pushed the dildo far up into his ass.

She heard a primordial groan escape from George's lips, as his buttocks clenched, and drove hard into him as she struck him. The toes of his black boots dug into the floor as he came violently into his hand, spurting out on his chin, which was resting on the floor.

"Oh, thank you, Mistress," he shouted as he came.

Chapter Nine

The other person in the chateau to hear Mrs. Melissa Staunton's wild orgasmic scream was Nellie, the maid, or "tweenie" as such maids are called in Europe.

She was alone in her own room, lying naked in bed, reading an erotic novel. When she came to a particularly hot passage, she would pause and masturbate for a while before continuing to read.

Next to her on the bed was her box of dildos and vibrators. She'd spent a considerable amount of the extra money she earned doing special things for her Mistress to buy these.

Nellie was devoted to Mrs. Staunton. In fact, her position resembled something akin to slavery. And Nellie loved it. She wouldn't have traded places with any girl she knew. She had just about everything she needed and wanted, and if she didn't, all she had to do was ask.

She'd often traveled to Nice to go shopping with Melissa. Maurice would drive the big limousine, and the trip was always a thrill.

Nellie loved to ride in the rear seat with the older woman, whom she often made believe was her own rich mother.

Nellie had many fantasies like this about Melissa. Nellie's real mother had died years before and she had grown up in the care of her grandmother who was an old drunk, to put it mildly. She drank from morning to night, played the horses and gambled.

Nellie's step-grandfather (her father was long dead) was also a drunk but not kind like her grandmother. Nellie hated him. The old man constantly grabbed her and this was one of the reasons she'd left home six months before her nineteenth birthday.

Lying on her bed in the Chateau, Nellie recalled it all, and shuddered. She closed her eyes, feeling as if she were falling into a delirious frightening nightmare. She remembered the old man catching her coming out of the shower. As surly as he usually was, this particular morning he was very hung over and in a particularly rotten mood. Grandmother wasn't home.

"Come here, you little bitch," he yelled from the other room, not realizing she was wearing just a towel around her waist. Her delicious breasts were dripping with water, her nipples tight.

"I'm not dressed, Grandpop."

"Who gives a damn, you wench, c'mere!"

Nellie knew better than to argue with the old man. He could be vicious. Often he'd whipped her naked bottom until it glowed pink.

She arranged the towel so that it covered her full, ripe breasts and reached just below her hairy triangle. It did not however quite cover the delightful swelling of her plump buttocks. Then Nellie walked slowly into the dimly lit front room of the shabby house.

Grandpop was sitting in his shorts in an armchair near the TV, smoking a cigar. Near him on an end table was an empty pitcher of beer.

"What do you want me for, Grandpop?"

"I'm outta me beer, lass," he said, not looking up at her. "How's about your runnin' fer me beer?"

"Oh Grandpop," she complained.

He looked up sharply. He was about to open his mouth to swear at her when he caught sight of her glistening wet legs. Her thighs were milky white, her bare feet illuminated by the soft light shining through the filthy curtains that framed the front windows.

She smelled like flowers, fresh from her shower. Despite his advancing years, he felt a sudden urge in his groin.

"C'mere, closer," he commanded.

Nellie knew better than to disobey.

"You know, you."

"Grandpop, I ain't got all day."

She turned as she said this. She recognized the ugly sexual gleam in his eyes as his hand went to his lap cupping his old penis.

"C'mere, or I'll whip the ass off you, lass."

As she approached closer, Grandpop leered at her. She seemed more radiantly beautiful to him than ever before. The cleavage between her large breasts was a deep valley full of inviting shadows. It reminded the old man of music hall dancing girls, and the way their full breasts were almost completely revealed as they danced and flaunted their half-clad bodies on the music hall stage.