Making the Marquis
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
9,755
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Being a Bad Girl
A little [sp] in this one!
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Lauren did not know how it could be…but that was definitely her Marquis lying before her.
The man had the face and voice of her favorite soap opera actor. And unless said soap opera actor had a taste for erotic fiction and had learned a French accent, she somehow doubted that it was him.
No, the Marquis de Marais was exactly as she had visualized him as she wrote. He was wearing a silken shirt with ruffles and dark breeches with knee-high black leather boots. Along his right cheek was the long scar that he had received when he had been roughed up by Monsieur de Vereaux and his friends. His eyes flashed with heat and cruelty. No, he was not quite like she had imagined. She did not know that the mere sight of him would cause a woman’s heart to race with fear and excitement…
“How is this possible?” Lauren asked in astonishment. “You’re fiction! Just a dream that popped out of my head!”
He shrugged with nonchalance.
“I confess I have no idea. Perhaps you have somehow conjured me up out of nothing with all of your rabid writing and finger fucking.”
She blushed when she realized everything that he had seen just a few minutes ago.
“Don’t be sorry. I quite enjoyed the show,” he smiled playfully.
“And you were the man in my bedroom last night?”
He stood up and bowed with his arm positioned behind his back…just like in the movies.
“I did have the honor of tasting your sweetness, although that pesky husband of yours had to come and interrupt our night of passion!”
“Leave my husband out of this, Marquis!” Lauren scolded. Now that she knew that this man was of her creation, she felt a little less afraid, oddly enough.
“You know I have no preference for manly flesh, Madame! I am strictly a pussy man.”
He grabbed her arm and wrenched her up from her chair onto her feet.
“Now see here!” she started. “I created you and I can destroy you just as easily! So cut out all of your…”
She could not finish her sentence as he lowered his face to hers, planting a long kiss upon her mouth. His tongue swirled about her mouth wickedly. He reached between her legs, feeling her wet pussy through her underwear and shorts.
“You don’t really want me to go, do you? I should think you would languish of boredom…”
She could not answer as she was gasping for breath.
“You’re even better in the daylight, Madame. With such round breasts and hips, such lovely auburn hair…I wonder if your sweet thatch is the same color, let us see?”
As he reached for the waistband of her shorts, Lauren pushed him away and ran towards her computer, trying to pull the plug and erase everything that she had written. It was not that she wasn’t into him. She was, entirely too much so! But she could not allow this situation to go on. She could not be held prisoner to this 18th century sex god! After all, she had a real life and responsibilities. Maybe if she pressed DELETE a few times?
“You of all people should know that your struggles against me are to no avail, Madame!”
He yanked her away from the computer.
“I want what I was denied last night!”
Lifting up her shirt, he began to suck on her nipples, ignoring her frantic beating at his shoulders and back. Still revved up from her masturbation from earlier, she felt her womb tighten and get ready for more action.
“I wondered last night what color your nipples were. Such a charming shade of coral pink…and so kissable…”
She moaned when she swore she was about to come right then and there.
“Already in heat, are we?”
“Shut up!” she yelled at him.
“Such insolence and what a bad girl you’ve been!” The Marquis chided as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the couch. He sat down and pulled her over his lap, wrenching her panties down.
A loud crack resounded as he spanked her bare bottom.
“This is for writing more of those naughty stories.”
“Ow!” she squealed.
Another crack.
“And this is for rubbing yourself while you were writing.”
Another crack.
“And this is for leaving your baby in the nursery alone while you were all involved with your own wet pussy.”
Another crack.
“And this is for doing such lewd things while your husband is off slaving away at wages to provide for you and your family.”
He then felt her up through her T-shirt. All of the spanking caused her nipples to become very sensitive to his touch. He pulled and pinched at the swollen nubs, making her writhe.
“And even after a good hiding, you still want more, don’t you, slut?”
She felt him spread her thighs and land a spanking upon her pussy.
“Oh, my God!” she moaned, unbelieving that she could be so turned on by such sadistic treatment.
“And this is for your insolence!”
He slapped her pussy again. She thrust her hips against his thighs.
“And this is for trying to kill me off with that computer!”
This slap on her pussy almost drove her over the edge as she knew she was on the verge.
Lauren let out a high-pitched cry when she felt his fingers slide into her wet vagina. He spread her thighs wide and teased her clit mercilessly but not enough for her to reach an orgasm. She could do little but endure his torture as she was hanging onto his lap for dear life to keep from falling onto the hardwood floor.
“On your hands and knees!”
She was shocked at how she obeyed immediately, not even thinking to fight him. She heard the rustle of his breeches behind her.
“Would you like the Marquis to give you a good hard fucking, my dear?”
“Oh, yes…” she sighed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Very good. Would you like me to shove my cock into your hungry pussy?”
“Oh, yes, master!”
“Beg me!”
“Please, master…”
“Please, what?”
“Please shove your cock into my hungry pussy…oh, please…oh, please…”
She even wiggled her hips a little, trying to entice him.
“What a pretty picture you make, all desperate on your hands and knees. Don’t worry, dear, the Marquis will make it all better…”
A few seconds later, he roughly entered her from behind. So lubricated was she from excitement that it didn’t even hurt…much. He thrust back and forth in a steady rhythm, gripping at her hips. For some time, he fucked her like this with her breasts bobbling back and forth while she was being taken doggy style. Occasionally, he would land a slap on one of her breasts. And her pussy would twitch in response.
When he reached around to pinch her clit, her whole body spasmed as her vagina clenched about his cock enthusiastically. She heard him cry out loudly as he came inside of her.
She collapsed in an exhausted heap onto the living room floor.
Was fucking a fictional character technically infidelity?
She did not ponder on the question long before going off into a soft hazy sleep with the song of “Heffalumps and Woozles” playing from Dottie’s “Winnie the Pooh” DVD in the nursery.
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Lauren did not know how it could be…but that was definitely her Marquis lying before her.
The man had the face and voice of her favorite soap opera actor. And unless said soap opera actor had a taste for erotic fiction and had learned a French accent, she somehow doubted that it was him.
No, the Marquis de Marais was exactly as she had visualized him as she wrote. He was wearing a silken shirt with ruffles and dark breeches with knee-high black leather boots. Along his right cheek was the long scar that he had received when he had been roughed up by Monsieur de Vereaux and his friends. His eyes flashed with heat and cruelty. No, he was not quite like she had imagined. She did not know that the mere sight of him would cause a woman’s heart to race with fear and excitement…
“How is this possible?” Lauren asked in astonishment. “You’re fiction! Just a dream that popped out of my head!”
He shrugged with nonchalance.
“I confess I have no idea. Perhaps you have somehow conjured me up out of nothing with all of your rabid writing and finger fucking.”
She blushed when she realized everything that he had seen just a few minutes ago.
“Don’t be sorry. I quite enjoyed the show,” he smiled playfully.
“And you were the man in my bedroom last night?”
He stood up and bowed with his arm positioned behind his back…just like in the movies.
“I did have the honor of tasting your sweetness, although that pesky husband of yours had to come and interrupt our night of passion!”
“Leave my husband out of this, Marquis!” Lauren scolded. Now that she knew that this man was of her creation, she felt a little less afraid, oddly enough.
“You know I have no preference for manly flesh, Madame! I am strictly a pussy man.”
He grabbed her arm and wrenched her up from her chair onto her feet.
“Now see here!” she started. “I created you and I can destroy you just as easily! So cut out all of your…”
She could not finish her sentence as he lowered his face to hers, planting a long kiss upon her mouth. His tongue swirled about her mouth wickedly. He reached between her legs, feeling her wet pussy through her underwear and shorts.
“You don’t really want me to go, do you? I should think you would languish of boredom…”
She could not answer as she was gasping for breath.
“You’re even better in the daylight, Madame. With such round breasts and hips, such lovely auburn hair…I wonder if your sweet thatch is the same color, let us see?”
As he reached for the waistband of her shorts, Lauren pushed him away and ran towards her computer, trying to pull the plug and erase everything that she had written. It was not that she wasn’t into him. She was, entirely too much so! But she could not allow this situation to go on. She could not be held prisoner to this 18th century sex god! After all, she had a real life and responsibilities. Maybe if she pressed DELETE a few times?
“You of all people should know that your struggles against me are to no avail, Madame!”
He yanked her away from the computer.
“I want what I was denied last night!”
Lifting up her shirt, he began to suck on her nipples, ignoring her frantic beating at his shoulders and back. Still revved up from her masturbation from earlier, she felt her womb tighten and get ready for more action.
“I wondered last night what color your nipples were. Such a charming shade of coral pink…and so kissable…”
She moaned when she swore she was about to come right then and there.
“Already in heat, are we?”
“Shut up!” she yelled at him.
“Such insolence and what a bad girl you’ve been!” The Marquis chided as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the couch. He sat down and pulled her over his lap, wrenching her panties down.
A loud crack resounded as he spanked her bare bottom.
“This is for writing more of those naughty stories.”
“Ow!” she squealed.
Another crack.
“And this is for rubbing yourself while you were writing.”
Another crack.
“And this is for leaving your baby in the nursery alone while you were all involved with your own wet pussy.”
Another crack.
“And this is for doing such lewd things while your husband is off slaving away at wages to provide for you and your family.”
He then felt her up through her T-shirt. All of the spanking caused her nipples to become very sensitive to his touch. He pulled and pinched at the swollen nubs, making her writhe.
“And even after a good hiding, you still want more, don’t you, slut?”
She felt him spread her thighs and land a spanking upon her pussy.
“Oh, my God!” she moaned, unbelieving that she could be so turned on by such sadistic treatment.
“And this is for your insolence!”
He slapped her pussy again. She thrust her hips against his thighs.
“And this is for trying to kill me off with that computer!”
This slap on her pussy almost drove her over the edge as she knew she was on the verge.
Lauren let out a high-pitched cry when she felt his fingers slide into her wet vagina. He spread her thighs wide and teased her clit mercilessly but not enough for her to reach an orgasm. She could do little but endure his torture as she was hanging onto his lap for dear life to keep from falling onto the hardwood floor.
“On your hands and knees!”
She was shocked at how she obeyed immediately, not even thinking to fight him. She heard the rustle of his breeches behind her.
“Would you like the Marquis to give you a good hard fucking, my dear?”
“Oh, yes…” she sighed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master?”
“Very good. Would you like me to shove my cock into your hungry pussy?”
“Oh, yes, master!”
“Beg me!”
“Please, master…”
“Please, what?”
“Please shove your cock into my hungry pussy…oh, please…oh, please…”
She even wiggled her hips a little, trying to entice him.
“What a pretty picture you make, all desperate on your hands and knees. Don’t worry, dear, the Marquis will make it all better…”
A few seconds later, he roughly entered her from behind. So lubricated was she from excitement that it didn’t even hurt…much. He thrust back and forth in a steady rhythm, gripping at her hips. For some time, he fucked her like this with her breasts bobbling back and forth while she was being taken doggy style. Occasionally, he would land a slap on one of her breasts. And her pussy would twitch in response.
When he reached around to pinch her clit, her whole body spasmed as her vagina clenched about his cock enthusiastically. She heard him cry out loudly as he came inside of her.
She collapsed in an exhausted heap onto the living room floor.
Was fucking a fictional character technically infidelity?
She did not ponder on the question long before going off into a soft hazy sleep with the song of “Heffalumps and Woozles” playing from Dottie’s “Winnie the Pooh” DVD in the nursery.