Making the Marquis

Trapped in the Marquis’ clutches, Lauren could feel his manhood rubbing her backside while she saw Bartholomew standing before her with his penis jutting out expectantly through his breeches.

Many times, she had fantasized about having sex with two men at once. In fact, it was her favorite masturbation material when she wasn’t writing. But the reality was starting to make her panic. These two men were so large and virile. They could tear her apart!

“Okay, g-g-guys…” Lauren stammered, unable to move due to the Marquis’ grasp on her hair. “This has gone far enough. I c-can’t d-d-do this!”

“You can and you shall!” the Marquis ordered as he began to lead her towards the bedroom with his tight grip. “Bartholomew, prepare her bed!”

“But wh-wh-what about Dottie? She’ll wake up soon! I’m a mother with responsibilities!”

The Marquis laughed with a loud guffaw.

“Why, Lauren love, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were nervous…with all of these lame excuses and your charming stutter. At any rate, your daughter is being well taken care of.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve brought Nan, the nursemaid, with me. You remember her, don’t you?”

Lauren did not.

“I can’t see that I’m surprised. You wrote about her in one of the early parts of my story, before you started to get all hot and horny. She raised all of the children in the de Marais household. A wonderful kind old woman with a way with babies.”

Lauren even heard the strain of the woman’s lullabies coming from the nursery.

“To show you how my heart is in the right place, I shall even allow you to a glance.”

He threw her over his shoulder as he opened the nursery door.

Sure enough, there Nan was rocking Dottie in her arms as she crooned an old Gaelic tune. With a welcoming smile, she winked at Lauren.

“Don’t you worry none, miss. I love young ‘uns, and she’s such a cutie! Go attend to the Marquis and worry none about the wee one!”

Somehow, having permission to get to it with two men from one of her fictional characters did not set Lauren’s mind at ease, although she had to admit that Nan and Dottie seemed to be hitting it off rather well.

“You see how I care for you, my dear authoress?”

Before Lauren could answer, she was set down upon her feet. The Marquis yanked her sweatshirt and brafrom over her head as Barthlomew worked at her sneakers, jeans and panties, oblivious to her protests. After being tossed upon the bed, her wrists were quickly and efficiently chained to the headboard. Then both of her characters took off their clothes until they were stark naked.

“You are being quite cruel to poor Hortense, Lauren,” the Marquis chided. “I wonder if you have any idea of what you are putting her through. Perhaps we should reenact the scene, yes?”

The Marquis squeezed and massaged her helpless breasts, making her squirm with pleasure.

“She has a good set of tits, doesn’t she, Bartholomew?”

“Oh, yes, a nice pair of beauties indeed, Marquis.”

“Our writer is such a hungry slattern I will wager we can make her come just by playing with them alone…let us see…”

Both men sat at either side of her on the bed and nibbled at her nipples leisurely as they held her legs wide apart. Unlike the formidable Hortense, Lauren did not have much pride or self-control. She came only after a few minutes of their sweet torture, thrusting her hips up and fucking at air as she made guttural cries.

“Such a lack of stamina. From now on, you shall not come unless I allow it, Lauren.”

The Marquis then raised up her ankles and attached them to the chains at her wrists. Never had she been so humiliated with her pussy all open and exposed.

“Bartholomew must be suffering with such a hard cock. Let Lauren fuck you with her mouth, Bartholomew!”

“Um, I’m not very good at that…” Lauren interjected.

“Silence!” The Marquis slapped at her breast warningly.

With no choice, she began to kiss and suck on Bartholomew’s manhood. She had never been very fond of the taste of a man’s cock, although with her husband she had aimed to please. The manservant tasted warm and salty and male…just as she had written him. Not bad at all, actually, although he was so damned large. Then she became aware of the Marquis teasing her clit with his tongue. She thrust eagerly into his mouth, wanting to come again badly.

“Don’t move,” the Marquis warned, spanking her pussy with a light whack. “How is she doing, Bartholomew?”

“Well, she could do a little more with her tongue.”

“You heard him…now obey!” he ordered, again slapping at her wet pussy and making her moan as she increased her efforts. She was also inwardly horrified that she wanted the Marquis to spank her there again.

\"And she could take me in a little deeper.\"

Another slap and she thrust out to meet it. If that pressure would just reach her clit, she would explode!

“I mean it, Lauren, if you come, I shall leave you here trussed up on the bed. And won’t you have a lot of explaining to do to your husband then?”

After such a dastardly threat, she remained still in frustration as she concentrated on Bartholomew\'s cock. He came with a loud cry and she hurriedly swallowed his cum, hoping she wouldn’t gag on it.

“Excellent!” the Marquis announced before pouncing upon her. “Now you may come if you wish…”

As the Marquis fucked her helpless pussy exuberantly, she came again and again…

After he unbound her, they collapsed upon the bed in exhaustion. Bartholomew was already passed out, snoring. Sandwiched and naked between the two of them, Lauren reveled in the smell and feel of them. God, she loved men! She couldn’t get enough of them! Pressing her face into the Marquis’ solid back, she inhaled deeply of the scent of horses and expensive cigars and cologne. Then she passed out in total bliss.

Lauren did not take into account the superhuman libidos of her erotic characters, however. Less than an hour later, they were both at her again. She awoke to the feel of Bartholomew’s mouth upon her nipple and the Marquis’ mouth upon her clit. As weak as rag a doll, they did not even bother to bind her this time.

Reclined back upon Bartholomew’s bear-like chest, Lauren was fucked by the Marquis while his manservant pinched and played with her nipples. And then they traded places as Bartholomew pumped away at her like a jackhammer while the Marquis made lewd comments such as “Fuck her pussy hard!” and “Make the trollop scream!”

“Now you know a little bit about you are writing about, my dear,” the Marquis remarked as he and Bartholomew dressed. “I have arrangements I must attend to. I shall see you anon.” He kissed her on the forehead before snapping his fingers, motioning for Bartholomew to follow him out of the room

Lying there, drenched in perspiration and feeling as if she had run a marathon, Lauren did nothing but lie back in a haze. Thank God Dottie was taking a nap! She was, wasn’t she?

Hurriedly, she rose to look into the nursery. Dottie was all swaddled up and sleeping contentedly in her crib. Sighing with relief, Lauren put on a robe and once again collapsed upon the bed.

About an hour later, Jack came home.

“Hey, honey. I got off early today.”

“Great…” she mumbled.

“I thought maybe we could take advantage of our time,” he said, sliding a hand underneath her robe. The feel of his gentle fingers upon her ravaged nipple made her almost scream. “And the baby’s conveniently asleep.”

Oh, Lord, help me…Lauren thought as her husband proceeded to undo the belt to her robe.

“It sounds really great, but I’m having my period,” she pleaded, hoping that he wouldn’t explore any further south.

“Damn…oh, well…maybe we’ll meet up again sometime before our daughter goes to college.”

“Maybe,” Lauren answered. She felt horribly guilty about deceiving Jack so. But what was she going to do? Tell him the truth? That she had just had the hottest sex of her life with two characters she completely made up? Rolling onto her stomach, she sighed complacently. Better to just tell a white lie. She was in no hurry for the guys in the white coats to put her in a straitjacket.