The Madam
The day was coming to an end and the cold night air was finding
its way into the carriage. A monotonous drone came from
the wheels of the carriage as it continued along the well-worn
road, meandering through the countryside. Madame sipped
at her brandy, trying hard not to spill any of the warming
liquor as the carriage rocked away. Her face flashed a smile
as a few droplets escaped from the edge of her lips and ran
down her neck to the crest of her bosom. The constant vibration
during her journey and awakened her senses and a warm feeling
was growing inside. “Not long now” she muttered
quietly to herself as she could see her lover’s mansion
through the glass, silhouetted in the dusk.
The Count had already prepared himself for the delicacies
of the evening. He had already given instruction to the
servant to ensure that her Madame’s room was arranged
just how she liked it and that the fire was to be lit. The Count
seldom saw his mistress, and had to resort to carnal pleasures
with the girl servant to expel his sexual tension, but it
just was not the same as it was with Madame. Tonight was another
opportunity for them to be together, on such a special evening,
he had ensured that nothing would spoil their time of lust.
Madame arrived shortly and her servant took her luggage
up to her room. A bath of warm, soapy water was prepared for
her, much needed after her long journey. Her young maid
servant helped her to undress and as she stood there in her
nakedness, Madame then instructed for her servant to also
disrobe. “ I want you to bathe with me” she
ordered and the young girl promptly dropped her gown to
the floor, her eyes fixed on the face of her mistress.
Madame outstretched her hand towards her maid who responded
immediately, and then the two young women carefully climbed
in to the bath tub and relished the warm, soapy water.
Madame grabbed for a sponge and then preceded to wash her
maids neck and shoulders. Her eyes rested on her maids full,
ripe breasts as they bobbed up and down in the water. The
young maid closed her eyes and sighed as her mistress took
one of her breasts and cupped it in her hands, carefully
fondling to produce a hard nipple. Madame then ordered
her maid to mirror her actions and to imitate all her caressing.
The maid was truly willing and it was not long until each
were taking it in turn to stimulate each others breasts
with their fingers, then their tongues.
Much time had passed and both had sensed that the water that
they hosted was getting cooler. The maid stepped out and
offered Madame a towel, who smiled as she took it from her
and made her way to the bedroom. She dabbed herself down
carefully, then knelt naked in front of the roaring open
fire. She then beckoned her maid to come and join her, after
she had also dried herself.
The maid soon returned to her mistress and lay down on the
rug next to the fire. Both of the women’s nakedness
casted shadows from the fire. Madame then moved by her maid
and straddled herself over her head. She lowered her hips
till her vaginal lips settled onto the maids mouth. Slowly
she began to rock back and forth against her lips, whilst
her hands kneaded the maids breasts. She instructed her
servant to use her tongue to penetrate her womanhood - the
sound of lips against lips was very pleasurable for both
women. The maid then moved her hands up to Madame’s
labia and spread the outer lips, now she could excite her
bud.
Madame winced with pleasure, then she moved her hands from
the erect nipples, down the maids soft belly to her pubic
mound. There she massaged the mound for a while until an
adventurous finger found a glistening liquid deep in her
folds. Two fingers delicately moved around the outer lips
of the maid. Her juices were flowing out with every touch.
Madame ran her fingers through the moist folds, then painted
her own lips with the juices, sucking each finger. She then
offered her own mouth to suck, lick and lap up the liquid
of her maid.
The two women found their peaks and climaxed in unison.
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She heard the Count enter her room , but continued to look
out at the cold nights sky. The collections of stars were
forming their shapes as the moon shone high and bright over
the gardens. She felt his hand on her shoulder, followed
by his warm lips on her neck.
“I have been waiting for you” whispered Madame
as she turned to face her sexual tormentor.
“Tonight is for us” cooed the Count.
For a moment he did not move, then he enfolded her in an unyielding
embrace and his mouth came down so hard on hers in a kiss so
potent that instantly liquid fire began to surge through
her veins. She could feel the hard ridge of his manhood pressing
into her belly, her sensuality slowly taking over.
Soon she was subject to an intoxicating caress, whilst
exhaling with pleasure as his hand traced her breast. She
moaned softly as his fingers slipped inside the low neck
of her gown to toy with the hard point of her nipple.
A gasp of delight and with the dancing flames of lust licking
at her female core, she sank to her knees and unfastened
his restrictive clothing. He groaned as she drew out the
throbbing length of his phallus. Taking a handful of hair,
he guided Madame’s head towards his member and she
found him between her parted lips. She swirled her tongue
over his glans, probing the tiny aperture at the end, then
sucking hard while clasping the shaft in her hand. Again
and again she sucked the tip of his penis and rolled her tongue
around the head; saliva on the shaft glistening like dew
on a leaf.
Oblivious to time, she pleasured him with her lips, taking
as much of his member inside her mouth as she could, then
allowing it to slip out until only the swollen end remained.
He groaned again, and reached down to help her to her feet,
then bent her over the back over the four poster bed. She
was aware of him pulling her skirts up to her waist and lazily
stroking the inside of her thighs. A passionate kiss lingered
for a while, then the Count massaged her mound until he could
feel his lover becoming moist.His fingers found their
way into her undergarments. She inhaled sharply as his
fingers glided down to her pleasure zone.He toyed with
the slippery tissues of her sex lips, easing them apart
and tracing the hidden valleys with his fingertips until
she felt warm moisture trickling down her. As he slid two
fingers in he glanced to see the pleasure on Madame’s
face. Her tiny bud was now eager for his touch, so she signalled
him to free her from her under garment.
Now all exposed, Madame urged her lover to play with her
clitoris, but he concentrated on the velvety sheath, arousingly
probing with his fingers to her very core.
The Count had also freed her breasts and his tongue flicked
wickedly over her nipples. He would then trap a nipple between
his lips and apply a little pressure to make her groan louder,
then suck each one gently into a ruby hardness.
A moist heat was building up in her quim as he kissed his way
down from her breasts, down her belly, until he was on his
knees by the bed. He feasted his eyes on the glistening folds
of her labia as his warm hands stroked her inner thighs,
urging them further apart.
“I have been waiting for this moment” he sighed
as he bent his head to kiss her full on her inner lips.
She squirmed with delight as he flicked his tongue over
her tiny bud and then swirled it over her folds, exploring
every hidden crevice.The exquisite feeling of his lips
and tongue on her moist private parts seared her with sexual
heat, and she moaned as he licked her rhythmically.As he
watched her breathing became ragged and her eyes became
glazed, he grabbed down and with his hand encircling his
member he slowly masturbated.
As he moved up her body, he guided his silky end, slowly tracing
it up the inside of her legs. He knelt between her parted
legs and rubbed his glans teasingly around her outer labia.
It was the most intoxicating sensation to have him touch
her in that way, made all the more intense by the knowledge
that at any moment he would slide his member inside her up
to the hilt. His movements became swifter as he stimulated
the swollen sliver of flesh until her spine arched and she
cried out as she orgasmed.
The Count positioned himself above her, then in one smooth
thrust he was inside her, filling her completely and making
her moan as he commenced a slow, steady thrusting that had
her ascending to her next climax.She clutched at his shoulders
and their lips met again in a desperate mouth searching
kiss. Their movements became faster and the Count thrusted
hard, deep into her channel. He then let out a deep groan
and came in a boiling flood which pushed her over the edge
into another ecstatic, long, climax.
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