Beautiful Debauchery

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Interlude One:

Appeasing Lust for the Moment

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*Some hours Later*

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Sara’s hand trembled as she finished wiping the clinging dust on the large window panes. With her sore hands, she managed to make the glass glisten, letting in the full beauty of the afternoon come into the room. This hard labor did little for Sara’s aching desire though, and she sighed with resigon aon as she remembered the shameless look of lust in Marguerite’s, practically begging Sara to take her there and then. Too late, Sara realized none to happily, Marguerite was not a very patient girl, and could get sex from someone else.

Sara squirmed uncomfortably as thoughts of finally being able to touch Marguerite’s body slipped into her head. Sara pushed them back with much effort, going ahead to the next window, hoping to forget about her hopeless afternoon and the cold night ahead. Her concentration was broken by the sounds of muffled moans, coming from somewhere off.

Sara had gone downstairs after her dumbfounded excuse looking for another chore to do so she could distract her mind. She had snuck into a forbidden room. Marguerite only occasionally letting her enter if she wanted Sara to clean the windows. The moaning was coming from somewhere below her. In the basement, known secretly as the “Couloir Interdit” ((Forbidden Corridor)). This was where Marguerite and her sisters engaged in their “forbidden acts”.

Sara took off her baby doll like black shoes, and pulled lightly on the book’s spine. The door quietly moved open, giving Sara enough time to scramble onto the first step. Sara wavered somewhere between desire and anxiety as she stayed put on the step. If caught she would likely be fired, unless Marguerite proved to be a good mood. Sara decided to take the chance, and wandered hurriedly down the winding staircase, footsteps padded by the carpet covered stairs.

The moaning grew more pronounced as Sara reached the corner bedroom. The cherry wood door was shut, but Sara knew there was another way to see the naughty act. Creeping along in the subtle darkness, Sara found her way to a hidden back hallway. Its entrance was hidden by thick crimson drapery, but Sara knew that she had reached it. She had overheard Marguerite suggesting this hallway for the “peekers” who enjoyed watching the carnal acts as they were being enjoyed by others. In other words, Sara had found the entrance to the “Voyeur’s Hallway”.

Sara slithered stealthily past the cun ann and found her way to the moaning. Sara watched the pleasure through a double mirror, built in place of the wall between the room and the hallway.

There was her mistress, in all of her naked glory, being touched and fondled by two other women. Sara watched with aching need as Marguerite arched her back in response to the supple mouth sucking on her left nipple. A hand from the other woman was nearing Marguerite’s wet vagina. Marguerite moaned in anticipation as the fingers entered, and then gasped as the fingers began to move rhythmically inside her.

Sara took in the scene more closely. The ménage et trois was taking place on the floor, on a light pink rug that matched the rather innocent pink theme of the room. The two women, Sara now recognized as personal servants to Marguerite’s older sister Antoinette. They had both been picked for their looks rather than their talent for cleaning. The older, looking about 19, two years older than Marguerite, had curly blonde hair, that fell into her lovely face. She had the brightest blue eyes, which now peered lustily down at Marguerite. Her prominent breasts, were practically spilling from the low-cut bodice of her French maid uniform. Both girls were the same uniform: wide and low cut bodice, tightly corseted upper body, with short skirt hemmed naughtily with lace, and Ribbon tie, lace up court shoes with metal spike heel.

The other girl, looking about 18, had crimson tendrils that brushed against her smaller set of breasts, but where she had small breasts, she made up with a curvaceous waist and body.

But none could compare to Sara’s mistress. With her long straight golden blonde hair fanned out behind her as her voluminous breasts were teased and licked. Her hour glass waist tapered down to beautiful thighs and toned calves. Her green eyes darkened desirously, making Sara think that she would explode with want.