THE SECRETS IN ARTHUR’S BASEMENT
The most important event in Arthur Van Cortland’s entire life was the passing of his beloved mother. She was the undisputed queen of society in all territories south of Albany and East of the pristine Hudson River. He grieved for a full month and then decided to add a little spice to his convention riddled life.
Arthur became a collector.
His was not a typical collection such as butterflies, stamps or even books of a rare and expensive edition. No, Arthur’s collection was more visceral and laced with depraved hidden desires. Arthur collected young virgins and used them for his pleasure.
His prey was in the teeming masses of happy immigrant families with young daughters of age 18 who searched for employment outside the much abused pursuit of providing services of the flesh for sexually repressed males. He constantly perused the applications of fair young maidens for the menial tasks of domestic service or unskilled office or even factory employment. It was almost a certainty that he had multitudes of applicants to fill his secret needs.
He usually only kept his subjects for six months or less because he liked the constant variety of new flowers in his lapel and new pussy in his basement. Arthur did not consider himself a “monster” because he was scrupulous about not causing lasting physical harm to any of the females and he always gave them a choice of reluctant cooperation with the promise of permanent employment or release back on the streets of little opportunity. Almost invariably, the pretty young things opted for the former and did their best to accommodate his unusual appetites in the secretive basement.
Arthur was a handsome man.
He wore the latest of fashions and availed himself of only the finest grade of personal care products. He had in his employ a Japanese woman of middle age who tended to his cock every day bringing him to heights of convulsive ejaculation with her talented fingers and skilled oral manipulations. Her name was Miss Oko and she served him with a sense of pride in her work and loyalty found only in that Oriental culture. Arthur was always very respectful of Miss Oko and never transgressed on her personal space despite the circumstances of her servitude.
The daily attentions of Miss Oko and his dedicated use of a special formula given to him by a jaded old Chinese purveyor of potions insured the aroused state of his over-sized cock for the lengthy sessions in the locked basement.
He had recently disposed of young 18 year old Taylor Collins by sending her to his factory in North Carolina. She would work in the garment trade and offer her favors to the senior management staff to insure bonuses and promotion. His head manager, Joshua Randall had gleefully set to spanking new levels of submissiveness into her petite frame much to her gratification and personal delight.
Arthur remembered the first time he had anally penetrated young Taylor on the padded sawhorse in front of two security men who followed his lead with enthusiastic pounding of Taylor’s innocent flanks.
Taylor was one of the tightest brown eyes he had ever stretched open and he attributed it to the fact she was kept in virtual solitary confinement by her over-protective mother. His promise of employment had opened her knees and her move into the basement was fully approved by both her and her mother as a condition of her future employment. He gave the attractive mother his seeds in her belly to insure her silence with regard to her daughter’s non-traditional “training” period. The woman was unexpectedly vociferous when he shot his load deep inside her and he reveled in her display of wanton depraved desire.
He was replacing the pretty Taylor with a new girl he had discovered at an employment office looking for any type of work that was in the “entertainment” field. His proposition of training and future employment was appealing to her and she accepted gratefully. He had discussed the basement activities and young Miss Carstairs appeared to be readily acceptable of the sexual requirements in filling the position.
When he instructed the new girl to divest herself of all clothing, she jumped to the task with agility and very little false modesty. He viewed her from all angles taking careful inspection of her glorious bush of dark black hair and her gaped ass crack that allowed a peek at her buried rear door. Arthur told her,
“Bend over now and let’s see your pussy and your ass at the same time.”
The girl followed his orders and even spread her ass cheeks so he could see every hidden corner of her womanly secrets. Her scent and appearance was so overwhelming that poor Arthur was driven to push her up against the basement wall and take possession of her female slit without further ado.
Angela Carstairs was in a quandary because she was not prepared for such precipitous behavior. However, after some energetic pounding, Angela was pushing back into Arthur’s sticky groin for more cock inside her secret cave. The well-brought up young lady was shouting words of the most disgraceful content and certainly not appropriate to be discussed in mixed company.
He secured her onto his workbench and spent an entire hour tutoring her in the proper reception of a firm hand spanking on her beautiful heart-shaped bottom. By the conclusion of that introductory lesson, young Miss Carstairs was sobbing with true emotion and her tears were running down her cheeks like little rivers of kinky guilt. He checked her between her legs and his suspicions were confirmed that the little slut was as hot as a two dollar pistol hiding in the dark.
One of the “back-up” girls that he kept for special occasions was called in from the parlor in the back end of the basement and she was instructed to lick Miss Carstairs’s pretty pussy from behind and to give some attention to her pucker hole with her pointed little tongue. Lucinda was quite good at this play and an obedient little bitch in such matters.
Angela had lost all control and semblance of decorum. She was thrusting her pretty bottom up into Lucinda’s face hoping to get her wet tongue deeper inside.
Arthur pushed Lucinda away from Angela’s ass and started to whale on her flesh with a wickedly designed paddle with a series of holes cut into it for more effectiveness. The young girl’s moans slowly changed into lust-ridden grunts of a more animalistic origin. Sensing her readiness for impalement, Arthur told Lucinda to spread her orbs wide and he inserted his greedy cock right into Angela’s waiting hind-quarters.
She twisted and jerked trying her utmost to unseat him from occupation of her very core. All she accomplished was to increase Arthur’s enjoyment and make Lucinda giggle at her discomfort. In the mirror, Arthur saw that the young girl was contorted of face and that her mouth sagged open with visible drool falling in lines of slime onto the leather covered workbench.
He reached around in front and began to play with her lively clitoral hood looking for the little pearl that would trigger her orgasm. When he found success, she snorted like a filly looking to be covered by the resident stud with little or no thought for anything else but taking the flood of seed deep inside her.
He gave it to Angela and watched Lucinda place her hand over the girl’s rear portal to keep the puddle of white inside until she could get into position to suck it all out into her mouth and show it to both of them like a prize she had just won at the fair. She closed her lips and swallowed several times. When she opened her mouth once again, she revealed it had all been sent straight down to her belly. Arthur patted Lucinda on the top of her head and told her that she had done an extremely good job.
He whispered in Angela’s ear and watched as she dropped to her knees in front of Lucinda to return the favor to Lucinda’s willing pussy. Lucinda opened her knees and took Angela’s face up between her legs. Angela’s head bobbed up and down as she gave it hard and dirty to the pretty young girl who harbored hopes of being an upstairs maid in a home belonging to the “upper crust” of society.
The look on Lucinda’s pretty face was so exciting that Arthur scooted around behind her and addressed her heated flanks whilst she was receiving Miss Carstairs’s attentions on her sweet tasting pussy mound. Soon, Lucinda was pressing forward and pulling Angela’s face into her happy slit as her pretty star stretched wide to accommodate Arthur’s determined cock from behind. The sounds of Angela’s slurping mouth, Lucinda’s moans of appreciation and Arthur’s frenzied stabbing into Lucinda’s buttocks from behind blended together. They filled Arthur’s ears with his special basement music easing him into a Nirvana of ecstasy. It was an advanced state of perverted contentment that drained him of his precious bodily fluids over and over again.
Sometimes, he only kept girls for a few nights, finding them lacking in one degree or another. Angela turned out to be his longest “Basement girl” in residence. She was not the prettiest and she was not the most pleasant. Arthur decided it was her attitude that made her so attractive to him. She appeared eager to learn anything new and never hesitated to voice her pleasure at his efforts in getting ever deeper inside her very core. She took the spankings and the use of various implements with an air of confidence that made her his most valued asset.
After long and serious study, Arthur decided that he would breed Angela and keep her at the mansion as his mistress and mother to his bastard child. Unfortunately, he had not the slightest desire to marry the girl because his mother had studiously trained him to consider only girls of fortune and standing in society to be a legal mate.
Angela knew he rotated his basement girls at an accelerated pace now but she had little displeasure with his subterranean hobby.
When he informed her that he would be acquiring a spouse on the first weekend in June, she barely acknowledged the news. The fact that she was in her labor pains with his second child was probably the culprit in that regard. His two-year old Louise named after his dear departed mother was underfoot and made a nuisance of herself at every turn. Strangely, he did not mind the child being a little wild because she reminded him of his younger sister taken at an early age by the Spanish Flu. The sounds of a new-born filled the silent air of the mansion and Arthur dressed slowly with the help of his manservant Cecil in the upstairs study. He wanted to be far away from the rigors of childbirth as he found it somewhat disagreeable for a man of learning and fine manners.
His fiancée Mary was attuned to his proclivities and he found her to be a bit shockingly interested in all the details of his basement activities and his pretty submissive mistress. It was agreed that he would continue his hobby provided it did not infringe upon their duties to society and that his mistress and out of wedlock offspring would be granted the run of the upstairs corridors on days they were not receiving visitors.
In fact, he had taken his future bride down to view his spanking room and the new German girl he had installed the previous week with some heated coupling with the demanding Angela riding her hard.
Mary was so enthused that she was seen to be frigging her own sweet slit watching the German girl called Heidi take her intended’s cock into her wide welcoming posterior.
“Don’t be expecting me to take it back there, you naughty man!”
His bride to be laughingly touched his bottom as he humped the pretty blonde girl into frantic and explosive orgasm.
Arthur and Mary had never copulated, but he could tell from her reaction that she would be a good bed partner and he hoped she remained mostly silent at such stressful times.
The wedding was at 2PM and neither his mistress nor his two children were in attendance.
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