La Chateau d'Ausus

[The_PG]

Why is that a question? You need to remember to be more firm with her.

*Spanks Minx's butt hard, leaving a red mark, and glances around the room. Opens the nearest drawer, and smiles as I remove several gags, but I spot something else too. An O-ring.*

Perfect... *Kisses Ausus.*

*Twists Minx on the bed until she is facing us, and squeezes the sides of her mouth until they open just as wide as her pretty little eyes. There is only one clink as the metal and rubber meets teeth and gum. Then I quickly secure the strap around her head.*

Isn't that just sinful now?

*Idly i push a finger against her tongue, and swirl it around a few times.*

What next for her?

 

[monique_minx]

She binds me, damn it, I hate this! I struggle, my skirt and top riding up in places and I want to tug and fix and I can't. I yelp sharply as he smacks my ass, shocked and looking over my shoulder to glare at him.

He moves away and then I feel pressure on my shoulders, I'm being move, pulled around. I look up at him and eye the gag, my eyes narrow and I whimper as his fingers work the hinges of my jaw until it pops open and my eyes water in pain.

I hate that fucking reaction. I cringe as the metal clicks against my teeth and finally the O is secure, stretching my mouth and holding it open. I make a protestant and gargled cry against his finger in my mouth, wanting to bite on it just to say fuck you and damn, I can't. I pull my head away from his finger instead.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Shakes my head, a little amazed.

I don't think I've ever taken her out this quickly. Bite her ear, or her shoulder, she'll be whimpering in need soon enough.

Reaches out to finger her gently, seeing how wet she is.

For all her glares, she's certainly wet.

looks up at him, and jumps to recline next to the gagged and tied vixen.

This is your show, darlin. What do you want? perks a brow

 

[The_PG]

Hmmm... Tell you what...

*Steps onto the bed on other side of the Minx and lightly runs my finger nails across her ribs to her ass. Then I smack her again hard, and chuckle as she squirms. Now I pull her back; her face to me, and her wet pussy to her wife. Before saying anything I brush her hair to the side and hold her chin up until she is staring at me with drool drizzling over my palm.*

You make her puddle from that end... An I'll give her something wet from this one, to keep her busy.

*I give her cheek a little slap, and then the other to balance the colors.*

Nice and wet... Aren't you, cunt? Now you'll have something a bit worse then a smudge to clean up.

*Firmly i push her head down with a handful of her hair until her open mouth is fully descended upon my throbbing dick.*

 

[monique_minx]

I shiver as Ausus' finger slides into my cunt, I moan ever so softly around the gag, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth.

For all her glares, she's certainly wet.

I blush brightly and look to her as she moves up on my side.

This is your show, darlin. What do you want?

I growl around the gag, wriggling my frustration cause I can't answer her.

Hmmm... Tell you what...

I flip my head around as the mattress sinks on the other side, shivering as his nails run over my ribs, my throat struggling to swallow copious amounts of saliva uselessly. His hand comes down in a sharp sting on my ass

Mmmmpfh!

I cry out around the gag and writhe on the bed while he pulls me around again, my wrists straining painfully against the rope I'm tied with. I look up as his face while my hair is pushed aside. A questioning look in my eyes.

You make her puddle from that end... An I'll give her something wet from this one, to keep her busy.

I wince as his hand slaps my cheek lightly and then the other, slightly watery brown eyes looking up at him.

Nice and wet... Aren't you, cunt? Now you'll have something a bit worse then a smudge to clean up.

I whimper and squirm helplessly as his hand takes hold of my hair firmly and pushes me down on his cock. My open mouth accepting of it, I can't even suck properly like this, I just have to acquiesce to his desires without a choice. Oh but I want to hide what that does to my cunt...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

watches as he shoves her down on him, it's always fun to watch minx get throat fucked.. not the first time, certainly won't be the last. Her drool runs down her throat, and I shiver with her first whimper.

positioning myself between her legs, I pause and jump off the bed, heading to my closet. Apparently only organic counts, so I don't put on my strap on. But i do grab a rather large vibe. Bringing it back, she's wet enough I can just push it in, turn it on, and swirl my tongue around her clit. Mmm.. tasty.

 

[The_PG]

*I push until only the head of my cock is lodged in the back of her throat. Cutting of air, but I only hold it for a few seconds. Letting her sticky lips and coated chin slide upwards until my eyes are staring into hers. I watch for her reaction as my hands slide down her chest to pinch both of her nipples at the same time.*

*Sliding my hands back up I slowly guide her mouth down around me again, and this time kiss the top of her head like a father might.*

Good cunt....

 

[monique_minx]

I gasp as the vibe is shoved into me, buzzing away, making me squirm. I whimper around his shaft as her tongue joins it and assists the effort; I'm gonna die from this arousal! My thighs tense up, struggling as I moan and he keeps pushing until I gag around his length.

I splutter and my air is cut off, I wait patiently, eyes unfocused as he holds me there. I was prepared for longer but he slides back from my convulsing throat before I know what's happening. I suck in the air as his cock releases my mouth entirely and he lifts my head up until my eyes are looking up at his.

I gasp; his hands unnoticed until he pinches my nipples and makes me squirm. I look confused as he drops my mouth down on his cock again, the kiss throws me for another loop, I almost smile shakily around the gag. He praises me and I moan around his cock in response, shivering over Ausus' flickering tongue but she knows better than most - that won't throw me over and I can't beg her for it either!

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I focus solely on her, on what I can do. On what I know about her. And oh the things I know about her! The vibe fills her and I move it in and out of her greedy wet cunt, and my tongue slides over her clit. Standard stuff for us.. until my free hand reaches out and sinks my nails into her thigh, little crescent marks will be left in her skin. I drag my nails over the back of her thigh, and my teeth graze her clit. Pain, pain and degradation- nothing but the best for my vixen.

 

[The_PG]

*She's still entirely gagged by my cock when her wife punishes her viciously with her nails. I hold her tightly as she strains to free herself. This time I hold a little longer then I normally would. Enjoying the squirming and gagging that are taking place. I grunt gently as my balls churn, and a small squirt, a little treat drips through my cock. I pull out, and let it land on her tongue, before tilting her up to look into my eyes again.*

You want more, you greedy little whore?

*Both of my hands slap her breasts from the outside, twice, three times, and then five as I wait impatiently for an answer.*

 

[monique_minx]

She starts to thrust the vibe and I shiver visibly, fuck I love that woman. I arch and moan loudly around his cock as her nails sink into my flesh and finally I fall silent, gagging and convulsing around his shaft. I shudder and squeak as her teeth graze my clit at the same time he withdraws, I splutter and writhe against her mouth and thrusts of the buzzing vibrator.

I feel the splash land on my tongue and I can't swallow it, I'm forced to let it sit there as he tilts my eyes up. The seed rolls back and slips down my throat with the angle.

You want more, you greedy little whore?

I blush a little, before I can think of how I can possibly answer, his hands fall across my breasts in loud smacks of flesh meeting flesh fast and hard.

Nnnnn! Guh!

I cry out with the last of his smacks, my hips now gyrating against Ausus' face. I try to move my head in a nod to answer, crying out in frustration around the gag

Mmmmmmmm!! Eeese!! Yaaa!

It barely even sounds like the words I'm actually trying to make but I try anyway.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I continue fucking her with the vibe, a little more forcibly of course, she likes being fucked. My lips wrap around her clit and I suck and flick at the same time. It's what works for my girl, and so I don't have to fix it.

Course my free hand? It just cannot help itself.. dragging my nails over her thigh, and smacking her inner thigh.

 

[The_PG]

*One hand remains behind squeezing and pinching at her breasts. The other I move to her head and use it to push her back down atop my cock. I thrust forward too, going deeper then before and pulling right back out. Fucking her this time. No more just sitting there getting wet.*

 

[monique_minx]

He pushes me down on his cock, his hands pinching and squeezing as he face fucks me finally, I make a slurping, choking sound around him as my throat convulses and gags tightly. I jump as Ausus' smacks me though

NnnnnNNN! Ahhhh! Ahhh, ahh....

My breathing comes as noise as she drags her nails and fucks me forcibly, my cunt spasms around the vibe tightly. My eyes water, I can't take anymore and hold back any longer. I cum hard and moan loudly, my body taut and pull against my restraints, neck straining as I writhe.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I fuck her through her orgasm then gently pull away from her body, which is so much nicer than the last time I had her. I lay next to her on the bed and idly finger the sheet watching him face fuck her.

Such a greedy, fucking whore. Wanting nothing more than to be used. Guess I need to share a few things with Leo, perhaps a little note? Would you like that?

Leans forward to nibble on her ear, one of my hands reach for his inner thigh, lightly rubbing it.

 

[The_PG]

*I hear ausus after feeling what minx just did, and just as I near my own climax I stop.*

She does enjoy this a bit too much... Come here luv, let's show her what she'll be missing out on tonight.

*I pull you over in front of Minx. Your ass in front of her, on your knees. I slam into you powerfully, and pull on your hips to keep you from flying away. Leaning over and taking hold of your hair I hiss.*

Tell her how much you like it...

 

[monique_minx]

I pant heavily around his cock as she pulls away from me.

Such a greedy, fucking whore. Wanting nothing more than to be used. Guess I need to share a few things with Leo, perhaps a little note? Would you like that?

I whimper and my wide eyes tear from his cock to look at her, no! No, I fucking wouldn't and she knows it! Her mouth latches onto my ear and all thought of glaring is gone, I'm hyper sensitive and melt against it, my choking around his cock barely heard...then his cock is gone and so is her mouth. I blink and groan as I watch him slam into her.

Ohhhuungh...

I moan out and slump my head down, sniffing and pressing my head into the mattress as I get a grip on my eyes, drooling into the sheet beneath me helplessly.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

One swift movement and I'm pinned beneath him, filled and being fucked. My head is ripped back forcefully.

Tell her how much you like it...

Fuck! I have to think? shit...

Oh my god, she knows I like it.. whimper... fuck! one of my hands sneaks below me, and I finger my clit, already dangerously close to cumming myself, after watching them and feeling her.

Please?.. please can I cum?

One of these days I won't have to ask. Yeah. Right.

 

[The_PG]

*A minute goes by without answer, but two seconds past that minute I say yes.*

Do it... Now.

*Before she can even begin I flood her pussy with a powerful blast of cum.*

Do it... Hard, cunt.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I do. Pulling him inside me with a moan, screaming out loudly, and covering us both with a coat of me. My toes curl, I bite the sheets, and my pussy milks every last drop of cum from him.

Holy shit.

We are all tired. thank god for a king size bed. Pulling him out of me, I untie her, and curl up on one side, he curls up behind me. They each get a kiss goodnight. And I close my eyes. Sweet dreams, hot nightmares indeed.

As I drift to sleep, I pray that I have no visitors in the morning. I remember the last time he slept over... please.. please... behave PG. He won't, but a girl can dream. I squeeze Minx for comfort, and drift to sleep.

 

[Light Ice]

You won't. She said.

But I would. It didn't matter that I did not belong. The Chateau, elegant as it was, had been established as her little place for the pursuit of darker and more delicious things. I was, by their definition, "Vanilla". It was a term meant to portray my pursuits, the vast variety of my interests, in a tame and otherwise unsatisfying light.

Not that it troubled me, mind you.

When it came to whips, chains, belts, and leather there was little doubt that I was not only inexperienced by mostly uninterested. The games that unfolded in the shadowed corners and locked rooms of Ausus' mountain retreat were not my speed. They were, my design, beyond the grasp of men like me.

But here I was.

If she had not heard my entrance I'd surprise her. Eventually. I'd wander my way upstairs and through the vaulted halls to her bedroom and make my arrival distinctly and properly known. It was early, yet, though. And I'd let her sleep.

The mini-bar stretched out before me, dark wood with a gold rail and marbled counter. An antique. I couldn't recognize the time period or the make. Furnishings, while beautiful, had never been a taste of mine. The liquor, however, I recognized with easy familiarity. Wines, racked below, caught my attention for only the briefest of moments.

I was nervous.

I was anxious.

A bombay and tonic would take some of the edge off. I didn't bother with the lime. There was no need. The glass shifted in my hand, the liquor swirled with the ice, hissing gently as the carbonation burned off its initial outrage. I'd jostled it too much.

I should have come here with a plan.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

My head rises from my pillow and I instantly know something is up. Like my chateau has been invaded. There could really only be one person who thinks he could get away with this. Only one. We had talked about it.

Invite me. A sweet little plea shattering his earlier portrayal of himself. So I did. Hard to resist a man like that.

Still, as I showered, and dressed I wondered what he would want here. To be sure, whatever his plan is, I am positive it will be good. Content to make him wait, I curled out my hair until it was perfect, not that it would matter, I had a feeling he would mess it up any way.

I nodded to my staff as they gestured to the bar, sighing internally.Of course he would be there. Drinking away the morning.

Stepping into the room, arms crossed, I watch him for moment. Men. I can't help myself. As with my attraction to women, this gender both confounds and excites me. And this one? A prime specimen.

A tilt of my head and I eye his shoulders, tight, and you can tell there is strength there, down his spine, my eyes resting on his ass for a moment. Yep, I've got no complaints. He looks stiff and uncomfortable, which delights me a little. Most men don't know how to handle the opulence here. Which is part of the reason I stay.

I slip across the room, silent on bare feet, and step in close behind him. My arms sliding down his shoulder, my chest pressed in against his back. Then I whisper in his ear.

"Bienvenue mon ami."

 

[Light Ice]

I turn in her arms, round to face her. It takes a degree of focus to deposit my glass on the bar in mid-motion, a moment where my attention sharpens and tears my thoughts from the feel of her breasts against my back. She is a lissome, youthful presence against me then. I reach with battered hands to curl her hips up in my rugged arms and take her weight against me once more, feel the softness of her sink against the planes of my chest and give me that sudden, private thrill of sensation.

There's no denying the erotic hints of our contrast. Pleasure, simple and sincere, arcs through me as her feminine shape melds to my own. The intimacy of a simple embrace does well to ease me from my discomfort.

I'm under-dressed. I realize.

But it is not a moment of self-consciousness but a moment of awareness; I am keenly alert to her now. My hands drift upwards in lazy strokes, dragging my fingers along the lean line of her back and tracing the shape of her against me. The dress invokes images of a luxurious evening, not a lazy morning. Against my jeans, the faded denim and simple green of my T-shirt, it is shatteringly elegant. Fitting, really.

"Look at you." I say, debating and discarding attempting my modest grasp on French. It is a beautiful language and I'm clumsy with it. It's without shame that I lean, reluctantly taking my eyes from her own to drag a kiss across her jawline. It's graceful shape is smooth and soft under my lips.

"I could get lost in here. Show me around." A subtle demand. A veiled request. The truth is:

I just want to watch her move.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I can't help the smile that falls across my lips as he turns, well deposits his glass and turns, and the ensuing hug is absolutely delightful. Pressed against him, the soft rustle of fabric between us. Let it never be said that hugging a man isn't wonderful. A girl could get lost in those arms.

His kiss is subtle and sweet,as if he's exploring me somehow, and our clothing is in direct contrast to each other. I could care less. In my mind it will all be on the floor soon anyway. And secondly, a girl can never over play her assets. Well, I actually take that back. She can. But, a girl with taste and class will never.

My thoughts have wandered, and I know he wants something. A tour? That must be it.

I am already thinking to myself, where do I want to have this man, in this house of mine? Even though I am smiling as I turn and take his hand and lead him out of the room. Where could I wrap my legs around him? Even though I smile and point out the foyer, the salon, the extensive kitchens. Where should I whisper my breathless words? I think, even he is confused as I point out and stroll past the bedrooms.

I turn then, and take both of his hands walking backwards, biting my lip as I pull him into the library. It's one of my favorite places.

"Well, what do you think?" I gesture to the room around me. Big bay windows let the light fall over the rows and rows of books. There are tables around the large room, and several couches and chairs. I like variety.

Again, I slip behind him as he moves through the room, my arms exploring his chest, my hands sliding down to help his fingers find my favorite authors. It's a shameless ploy just to touch him.

And why not? A proper hostess knows how to entertain.

 

[Light Ice]

Grand halls, ornate doors. The place is a wonder in its own and despite myself, despite my desire to take in what she is showing me, I cannot tear my eyes from her. The subtle, lean sway of her hips with every stride and how her perfect and delicate fingers take up the battered, roughened lengths of my own without hesitation or anxiety dominate my attentions until I am quite certain that had she return to the bar from whence we came I would wander, lost, within these corridors as though I'd never seen them before.

Intoxicating. Her excitement is contagious. I am aware, suddenly, of just how fresh and new and wonderful this is. I listen to her voice, watch her face, catch every glance she pays to me and recognize without any pretense that we are both suddenly intent upon the very same things. I had thought, convinced myself, that our first time would be slow and soft and an exploration more than anything. It would be, as so many first experiences are defined, an adventure between us that ended with a tangle of legs and arms.

When she pulls me, full lip captured between her teeth, I realize with sudden and dawning certainty that this little game that I have started has been rolling for some time. I recognize, in my mind, that darling or not she is far too bright and far too wicked to be so passive. There is a sultry, predatory hint to her touch when she twists me, tracks her small hands across my own to lead them over the bindings of authors to whom very large portions of my life have been dedicated.

Maugham. Hemingway. Steinbeck. Salinger. Marukami. Nabakov.

I know them. Intimately. So often, around them, I feel young and eager but now? Right now?

I am enrapt by my hostess and the place she has taken me. Light, streaming in through the bay windows, reflects off polished hardwood and slickly-maintained leather. It plays along our bodies, casts our shadows into the room with hazy eagerness. I turn again, once more twisting on her. Only this time, my restraint breaks. The will, the hesitation, the willingness to wait suddenly evaporates as I levy a strong hand on the soft swell of her hip and steer her back to the book shelves.

Trapped there, I take from her what I should have not long ago, bending to take the sweetness of her lips in my own and tangle our lips and tongues. Hot. Wet. Her breath and mine. I am vaguely aware that my other hand has slipped up to cradle her flawless cheek, thumb dragging across it in quiet appreciation while longer fingers curl in the silk of her mane.

The feel of her sends sensations arcing through me, tensing the rangy stretch of my body until I am hard and eager against her. I feel the youth of her curves yielding against my weight, inviting. The kiss deepens and I sink my teeth into the plush pout of her lower lip to keep myself from offering a ragged sigh into her mouth.