Making the Marquis
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
9,754
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Morning After
Author\'s note: Some SOLO in this chappy...
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Lauren just barely heard Jack get dressed and leave for work the next morning.
Thank God it was a Saturday!
She felt so splendidly relaxed and lazy that she did not stir until Dottie cried for breakfast.
As she prepared strained bananas and oatmeal in a bright pink plastic bowl, she recalled the attack of the night before. She should probably go to the police or the hospital or something. For all she knew, she might have caught some sort of STD last night from that horrid pervert.
But Baby comes first. Dottie made sure of that with her incessant cries becoming louder and longer until she got her cereal and bottle. While the baby sucked contentedly at her formula, Lauren sat at the computer and began to write. After all, there was nothing she could really do until Dottie finished her breakfast. And last night’s adventure was nothing if not inspiring…
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As the Marquis de Marais cruelly ran the large white feather along the inside of Madame de Veraux’s bound thighs, the naked blonde screamed and squirmed, frantically fighting against the bonds on her wrists and ankles to no avail. Her skin flushed pink with unknown passion as he ran the feather along the outline of her breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples.
“Marquis, don’t, please…don’t! I beg of you…”
“Don’t continue or don’t stop?” he asked with a chuckle.
She shrieked as he ran the feather over her mound and cunt lips.
“Oh, God above in heaven! I can’t stand this torture!”
“Scream all you want, Jeanette. This dungeon is quite remote and well guarded. All the better to torture ticklish pussies in…”
He ran the feather along her hips and her waist, swirling it several times about on her belly.
“It must be so horribly frustrating not being able to see what I’m doing, isn’t it, dear? Where should I tickle you next, hmm?”
He then tormented her nipples for several minutes. She arched her back, trying to escape the hell of his feather.
“Your buds are so swollen and red, Jeanette. You should see them. They’re absolutely awe inspiring! I bet they’re horribly sensitive right now, aren’t they?”
Jeanette only gasped breathlessly. He tugged on one of her pubic hairs, causing her to give out a surprised cry.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, Jeanette. Are your nipples sensitive?”
“Yes,” she gasped breathlessly.
“Would you like me to suck on them and make them feel better?”
“Oh, yes…” she sighed.
“Ask me nicely and maybe I will.”
She swallowed anxiously.
“Marquis, would you kiss my breasts?”
“Certainly, my dear.” He lightly pressed chaste kisses along her breasts but not touching her nipples. She groaned in frustration. “You seem displeased. Is that not what you asked of me, Madame?”
“I mean for you to really kiss them!”
“Didn’t I?”
She blushed furiously when she realized what he was making her do.
“Suck on them.”
“Suck on what, dear?”
“Suck on my nipples, Marquis.”
“Are you begging me to do that or telling me?”
“Please, Marquis, suck on my nipples? Please, suck them hard…please…”
Jeanette de Veraux was absolutely red all over from saying the embarrassing words. Surely, she would go to hell for begging the Marquis to do such naughty things to her.
“How can I ignore such a pretty lady’s request?”
He suckled on her nipples hard. She did not count on him parting the lips of her cunt and stroking her clit with the feather at the same time though. Again, she screamed and wiggled about wildly.
After he finished with her nipples, he focused all his attention between her legs, parting her pussy lips with his fingers as he circled the feather all about the delicate folds, causing her hips to jolt as if they’d been struck by lightening. Then he tickled her around her asshole. At last, he tormented her clit. He even turned the feather about and poked at the nub with the stem a little. He was fascinated to see her pussy tissues almost turn inside out from his torture, furiously red and swollen.
“Your love button is so excited it almost looks like a little cock, Jeanette. It must be horribly uncomfortable. Shall I suck on it too?”
“Yes, Marquis. Oh, please…suck on my love button…”
He obliged, taking in the scent of her sweet cunt juice. He pressed his hand on her tummy, aware of when she had been teased to the point of almost reaching an orgasm, which did not take long.
“Oh, God above, I feel so strange…” she moaned.
“Would you like me to make you come, Jeanette?”
“I don’t know.”
“I am sure that you would. I am sure you would feel so much better. Blissfully so, in fact.”
She nodded, trusting his judgement.
“Please make me come…”
“Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Marquis…fuck me and make me come…please…”
He took out his cock from his fly and rubbed the tip of it against her clit teasingly.
“How could I resist such a beautiful deprived hungry pussy?”
He slowly slid his cock in her all the way and then pulled out almost all the way. After a few times, Jeanette protested.
“No, Marquis, not like that…”
“No? Tell me what you want, Jeanette.”
“I want you to fuck me hard with your big cock, Marquis.”
“Are you sure?”
“God, yes! Give me all of it until I come! Please, ram your big cock right into my hot pussy, please? And fuck me until I come so hard!”
He laughed as he heard the prim and proper Madame de Veraux beg to be fucked with such lewd words as if she were a doxy from the streets. She was not only an enchanting woman but a quick study as well, easily picking up all of his profanities.
“Why, Madame de Veraux! Such language! You’re talking as crudely as the hot little whore you really are. Well, since you asked so provocatively…”
The Marquis de Marais rammed his cock into her, making her writhe and squeal in delight. He kept teasing her clit with his fingers as he thrust into her repeatedly, driving her over the edge until her body shook with the long overwhelming spasms that possessed her cunt.
He cried out loudly as he allowed himself to come in her tight channel at last.
Oh, things had gone off to a good start with his revenge. Yes, a rip roaring start indeed!
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Dottie began to make little noises of boredom, dropping her bottle loudly to the floor from her bouncy chair.
“Come on, sweetheart! Why don’t you watch some Winnie the Pooh?”
Lauren hurriedly took the little girl still strapped in her bouncy chair into the nursery, plopped her in front of the TV, waiting just long enough for the main menu to appear, and then she returned to her computer in the living room.
She read all that she had written so far.
As she did so, she touched her breasts. Oh, she was so turned on! Reaching down into her panties, she began to rub in circles as she spread her thighs wide in her chair. And she visualized being held shackled up in a cold dungeon at the mercy of her cruel lover, being tickled and tormented and fucked to oblivion. And he would smell of horses and expensive cigars…
Her pussy clenched up and she gave out a few soft cries as she sweetly came.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me, Madame?”
Lauren screamed out in shock, turning to see a man reclined upon her couch. Lying back indolently with crossed legs, he stared at her with a wicked gleam in his eye. It was the same man that had been buried between her legs last night. She knew it!
Dressed in 18th century clothes with his long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, his swarthy skin glowed in the sunlight streaming in from the living room windows.
And she knew this man! She knew him well for she had created him!
He was the Marquis de Marais come to life!
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Lauren just barely heard Jack get dressed and leave for work the next morning.
Thank God it was a Saturday!
She felt so splendidly relaxed and lazy that she did not stir until Dottie cried for breakfast.
As she prepared strained bananas and oatmeal in a bright pink plastic bowl, she recalled the attack of the night before. She should probably go to the police or the hospital or something. For all she knew, she might have caught some sort of STD last night from that horrid pervert.
But Baby comes first. Dottie made sure of that with her incessant cries becoming louder and longer until she got her cereal and bottle. While the baby sucked contentedly at her formula, Lauren sat at the computer and began to write. After all, there was nothing she could really do until Dottie finished her breakfast. And last night’s adventure was nothing if not inspiring…
---------------------------
As the Marquis de Marais cruelly ran the large white feather along the inside of Madame de Veraux’s bound thighs, the naked blonde screamed and squirmed, frantically fighting against the bonds on her wrists and ankles to no avail. Her skin flushed pink with unknown passion as he ran the feather along the outline of her breasts, deliberately avoiding her nipples.
“Marquis, don’t, please…don’t! I beg of you…”
“Don’t continue or don’t stop?” he asked with a chuckle.
She shrieked as he ran the feather over her mound and cunt lips.
“Oh, God above in heaven! I can’t stand this torture!”
“Scream all you want, Jeanette. This dungeon is quite remote and well guarded. All the better to torture ticklish pussies in…”
He ran the feather along her hips and her waist, swirling it several times about on her belly.
“It must be so horribly frustrating not being able to see what I’m doing, isn’t it, dear? Where should I tickle you next, hmm?”
He then tormented her nipples for several minutes. She arched her back, trying to escape the hell of his feather.
“Your buds are so swollen and red, Jeanette. You should see them. They’re absolutely awe inspiring! I bet they’re horribly sensitive right now, aren’t they?”
Jeanette only gasped breathlessly. He tugged on one of her pubic hairs, causing her to give out a surprised cry.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, Jeanette. Are your nipples sensitive?”
“Yes,” she gasped breathlessly.
“Would you like me to suck on them and make them feel better?”
“Oh, yes…” she sighed.
“Ask me nicely and maybe I will.”
She swallowed anxiously.
“Marquis, would you kiss my breasts?”
“Certainly, my dear.” He lightly pressed chaste kisses along her breasts but not touching her nipples. She groaned in frustration. “You seem displeased. Is that not what you asked of me, Madame?”
“I mean for you to really kiss them!”
“Didn’t I?”
She blushed furiously when she realized what he was making her do.
“Suck on them.”
“Suck on what, dear?”
“Suck on my nipples, Marquis.”
“Are you begging me to do that or telling me?”
“Please, Marquis, suck on my nipples? Please, suck them hard…please…”
Jeanette de Veraux was absolutely red all over from saying the embarrassing words. Surely, she would go to hell for begging the Marquis to do such naughty things to her.
“How can I ignore such a pretty lady’s request?”
He suckled on her nipples hard. She did not count on him parting the lips of her cunt and stroking her clit with the feather at the same time though. Again, she screamed and wiggled about wildly.
After he finished with her nipples, he focused all his attention between her legs, parting her pussy lips with his fingers as he circled the feather all about the delicate folds, causing her hips to jolt as if they’d been struck by lightening. Then he tickled her around her asshole. At last, he tormented her clit. He even turned the feather about and poked at the nub with the stem a little. He was fascinated to see her pussy tissues almost turn inside out from his torture, furiously red and swollen.
“Your love button is so excited it almost looks like a little cock, Jeanette. It must be horribly uncomfortable. Shall I suck on it too?”
“Yes, Marquis. Oh, please…suck on my love button…”
He obliged, taking in the scent of her sweet cunt juice. He pressed his hand on her tummy, aware of when she had been teased to the point of almost reaching an orgasm, which did not take long.
“Oh, God above, I feel so strange…” she moaned.
“Would you like me to make you come, Jeanette?”
“I don’t know.”
“I am sure that you would. I am sure you would feel so much better. Blissfully so, in fact.”
She nodded, trusting his judgement.
“Please make me come…”
“Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Marquis…fuck me and make me come…please…”
He took out his cock from his fly and rubbed the tip of it against her clit teasingly.
“How could I resist such a beautiful deprived hungry pussy?”
He slowly slid his cock in her all the way and then pulled out almost all the way. After a few times, Jeanette protested.
“No, Marquis, not like that…”
“No? Tell me what you want, Jeanette.”
“I want you to fuck me hard with your big cock, Marquis.”
“Are you sure?”
“God, yes! Give me all of it until I come! Please, ram your big cock right into my hot pussy, please? And fuck me until I come so hard!”
He laughed as he heard the prim and proper Madame de Veraux beg to be fucked with such lewd words as if she were a doxy from the streets. She was not only an enchanting woman but a quick study as well, easily picking up all of his profanities.
“Why, Madame de Veraux! Such language! You’re talking as crudely as the hot little whore you really are. Well, since you asked so provocatively…”
The Marquis de Marais rammed his cock into her, making her writhe and squeal in delight. He kept teasing her clit with his fingers as he thrust into her repeatedly, driving her over the edge until her body shook with the long overwhelming spasms that possessed her cunt.
He cried out loudly as he allowed himself to come in her tight channel at last.
Oh, things had gone off to a good start with his revenge. Yes, a rip roaring start indeed!
---------------------------
Dottie began to make little noises of boredom, dropping her bottle loudly to the floor from her bouncy chair.
“Come on, sweetheart! Why don’t you watch some Winnie the Pooh?”
Lauren hurriedly took the little girl still strapped in her bouncy chair into the nursery, plopped her in front of the TV, waiting just long enough for the main menu to appear, and then she returned to her computer in the living room.
She read all that she had written so far.
As she did so, she touched her breasts. Oh, she was so turned on! Reaching down into her panties, she began to rub in circles as she spread her thighs wide in her chair. And she visualized being held shackled up in a cold dungeon at the mercy of her cruel lover, being tickled and tormented and fucked to oblivion. And he would smell of horses and expensive cigars…
Her pussy clenched up and she gave out a few soft cries as she sweetly came.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me, Madame?”
Lauren screamed out in shock, turning to see a man reclined upon her couch. Lying back indolently with crossed legs, he stared at her with a wicked gleam in his eye. It was the same man that had been buried between her legs last night. She knew it!
Dressed in 18th century clothes with his long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, his swarthy skin glowed in the sunlight streaming in from the living room windows.
And she knew this man! She knew him well for she had created him!
He was the Marquis de Marais come to life!