Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Without warning, his grip tightened, holding my head firmly in place. I whimpered around his cock as I realized what was about to happen. Pierre’s hips thrust upward, driving his shaft deeper into my mouth than I was prepared for. I gagged slightly, tears springing to my eyes as he began to use my mouth in earnest.
“Sometimes,” Pierre explained conversationally to the Duboises as he continued to thrust between my lips, “a girl needs to be reminded that her mouth exists for her master’s pleasure, not her own purposes.”
I struggled to relax my throat, to accept his invasion as he fucked my face with steady, deliberate strokes. My hands clutched at his thighs for balance, my fingernails digging into the expensive fabric of his trousers. The position—naked, kneeling, being used so crudely before witnesses—should, like so much else Pierre had done to me and made me do, have been unbearable. Instead, I felt a renewed surge of wetness between my thighs, my body responding to my complete subjugation.
“If I may say so, Monsieur,” Madame Dubois ventured, her voice closer now as she stepped forward to observe more carefully, “Mademoiselle takes your cock beautifully in her mouth.” She paused, and I could feel her eyes on my naked body as Pierre continued to thrust. “Before I must return to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, I wonder if you might indulge my curiosity… I would very much like to see you fuck Mademoiselle’s cunt and bottom as well.”
CHAPTER 30
Audrey
Madame Dubois’ obscene words made me moan around Pierre’s thrusting cock. My face burned with shame at the suggestion, but the wetness between my thighs, as always, betrayed my true feelings. Pierre’s rhythm eased momentarily as he considered it, and to my dismay I thought I could even sense his approval of the housekeeper’s bold request in a slight hardening of his manhood in my mouth.
“Aimee,” he said, his voice thick with arousal as he gently withdrew from my mouth, “your suggestion appeals to me. I think it would be educational for Audrey to be used so thoroughly in front of you both.” He pulled my flushed face from his lap, tilting it up so he could see my eyes. He stroked my hair almost tenderly as I gasped for breath. “Would you enjoy that, ma petite? Being fucked in all your holes while the Duboises observe your training?”
I couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t bear to see the knowing look I knew would be there. My rational mind screamed in protest at such complete degradation, but my body’s response was undeniable. My nipples had hardened to painful points, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs.
“Answer me,” Pierre commanded, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Yes, Monsieur.”
I gasped as Pierre guided me to my feet, his strong hands gripping my waist. In one fluid motion, he turned me around to face the Duboises. He urged my feet apart, then pulled me backwards to straddle his lap. I whimpered softly as I felt the head of his enormous erection against my bare, aching pussy.
“Hold onto my knees and lower yourself,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Show Aimee and Etienne how well behaved you are when you have a penis in you.”
I placed my shaking hands on his knees for support, feeling utterly exposed to the Duboises’ unwavering gaze. Madame Dubois stood with perfect posture, her expression revealing nothing but mild interest, while Monsieur Dubois watched with the critical eye of a connoisseur evaluating a fine performance.
Slowly, I lowered myself, feeling the blunt head of Pierre’s cock lodge itself in the entrance to my slick sheath. Pierre guided me down onto his rigid manhood, filling me completely in one long, deliberate motion that made me cry out with mingled shame and pleasure.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands settling on my hips to control my movements. “Ride your master’s cock in front of the servants.”
I sobbed as he began to move me, using his strong hands to lift me up and then pull me back down. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through my core, made more intense by the lingering sting of the cane welts and the humiliation of performing this intimate act before witnesses.
“Etienne, Aimee,” Pierre said conversationally, as if we were discussing the weather rather than engaged in the most intimate act imaginable, “have you heard of the New Modesty program in America?”
I felt strangely disconnected from the scene as Pierre continued to move me on his cock, using me like a human pleasure device while initiating a casual conversation. My body responded automatically to his skilled manipulation, my inner muscles clenching around his thickness as waves of unwanted pleasure radiated through me.
“No, Monsieur,” Etienne replied, his eyes never leaving the spot where Pierre’s cock disappeared inside me. “I don’t believe I’m familiar with it.”