La Chateau d'Ausus

[Ausus_girl13]

Oh dear fucking god.

You know usually I am pretty cynical about the whole "god" thing. Stick a cock in my ass and suddenly I am super pious. Too bad it doesn't stop me from trying to bounce up and down on the fuckstick.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes... I need it. I am yours. I need to be fucked like this.. oh my god."

See? Perhaps I just call him god. That's fitting.

His teeth close around a nipple and my free hand closes around his hair.

"God, you turn me into such a fucking needy little cunt."

It's already sticking. Whatever, like I could think right now. My ass tightens and clenches his cock, and my pussy practically gushes around my fingers, I can't help but bring them to my lips for a taste. And then they plunge back into my wet sex.

Though I share the taste of me with him.

"See how wet you make me? Please fuck me.. god, I want your cum"

That won't make his head bigger. I am so screwed. So fucking screwed. His noises are pushing me closer. When I hear him cum... you can pretty much fucking bet, I will.

 

[Light Ice]

Her body would be enough. It'd break me down. A woman with those soft lines, that tight little ass, could milk a cock without trouble or hesitation. I think about that, for only a moment, before her filthy pleas slip from her gorgeous mouth and I am suddenly, inexorably, gone. My hips rock of their own accord. They drive with savage force. They take the tightness of her ass before the control that I am so notorious for dissolves entirely.

Inside of her, my cock begins, it flexes. It twitches hard. Aches. My balls draw tight, smack against the soft skin of her cheeks. The force of each thrust sends ripples of impact through her lissome body, shakes her round tits, leaves them heaving within her nightgown.

"Fuck." I growl. Aware, at this moment, that this is it.

My last thrust is deep. Fills her up. Stretches her, stuffs her entirely. And then I cum. I look into her face, I bury my hands in her hair and jerk back on it, force her to bow under me. Force her chin to lift, exaggerated. Severe.

And I cum. I flood her. Hot jet after hot jet, hard and unyielding. It gushes into the tight grip of her ass, that nasty hole, born by hard clenches of my massive prick. Sensations arc through me, dance along every synapse, overwhelm me as I lose myself in the white-hot and scalding satisfaction of my seed pumping into this gorgeous, red-haired vixen that serves as my Boss.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I feel him give, his control gone, I relish it. It's intoxicating.

His fingers dig into my scalp and he pulls my head back, arches my whole body and he fills me to the hilt with his white hot seed. I can feel it. All of this pushed me over the edge. I cum.

It's not some sweet little moan. Or tiny twitch of my pussy.

NO.

I scream to the heavens and my fingers hold tight to my clit and I gush over my hand, getting him a little too, my spasming pussy guarantees a clenching ass, and I know he can feel every fucking movement as I milk him completely. I writhe and bounce until I've taken my pleasure from him. It takes me a few minutes. Okay, like five. Five whole, whimpering, pleading, writhing wet minutes to finish cumming.

And then I let him slip from me, resting my head against his chest, holding him for a minute. Breathing. Trying to come down. When I do, I kiss him and smile.

"You know? I think I want an outdoor pool. I think you can handle that." I can't stop the small laugh.

"oh wow."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

My place. My heart. Where I return to when I am in need. And I am. in need. Ma maison is clean and homey, my staff having seen to everything in my absence. It's not that I can leave completely, there are things.. well not things exactly, people pulling me here. They are each in a dichotomous position to the other.

It's a powerful place for a switch, a powerful place for anyone really. And so I return to my stately house, and quietly sip at my brandy, while dreaming....

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Smiles as the doors are reopened...tossing a variety of petals about, and falling gently onto a chaise lounge, a place long missed

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Breakfast, well, actually brunch, I think. But that’s what I felt like making for him. Not a domestic bone in my body, but somehow, this time… I want to. Though, my kitchen looks like a bomb hit it. My little silk boxers and tee are covered in flour and I am only making pancakes, the remains of which are cooling on the granite counter.

He’ll prolly laugh at me.

In fact, I know he will. But damn it, I tried, I tried to be domestic and cute and make him food, but fuck it all if I am any good at it. At least this time I didn’t burn anything. Maybe the smell of fresh coffee will entice him from his room. Cause I am not going up there to admit to any mess. Ever. Or that I did something that wears through what little feminist cred I have.

Pouring myself a cup of orange juice, I sigh. Maybe he will ignore the mess. Right...

 

[Erlind]

Sounds like an effort to do something nice, hopefully that's what he focuses on about it.

 

[Light Ice]

I don't mind the mess.

It's never the result that I appreciate. Good, bad, or otherwise my pleasure comes in the evidence of effort. I take stock of her now by my place beside the kitchen door, looking in and past the mess she's made. I, inevitably, will be cleaning it. It's part of our arrangement. I fix what is broken. It's only turned out recently that it means the messes here as well. My assumption is that the feminist in her adores the idea of me moonlighting as a maid almost as much as the predator in her enjoys watching me fix things.

In the end, right now, it scarcely matters.

I'm skeptical about the food. She's never mentioned her cooking ability and that generally doesn't inspire confidence. But she -has- succeeded in being cute. The flour smattered boxers and T are more than enough to win that little battle and her obvious irritation with the entire event seal it. I like her fiery like that. I even like when she's grumpy.

When I reach for her, I'm aware of just how much of a mess she's made. My feet leave prints in the flour she's scattered all over the hardwood. I feel soft skin beneath her shirt as my fingers spread across the small of her back, pulling her into me. Aware, unconcerned, that the flour she's covered herself with is probably finding a home on me as well.

She tastes like citrus when I kiss her.

I don't mind the mess.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I can’t stop the giggle that falls from my lips when he reaches for me, and though I see nothing in his eyes but desire, I still pull a little away (not far mind you, when he’s got it in his mind to take something, he does, and I let him) blushing a little and giggling.

He tastes like, well, like a man, dark, and warm. It’s a smell and taste that every straight woman could describe and yet, not. He’s warm, like he just crawled from bed, and I have, absolutely have to cuddle in close. I am totally seeking comfort in these strong arms, and I think he knows it.

No games. I am not in the mood for power games or the usual toys that are around when I inevitably take him on. Nope. Just me. In this mess of a kitchen, and his arms, and I am content.

Though, I still can’t stop the giggle that teases over his skin when my teeth catch his ear and tug a little. And my flour covered hands leave handprints on his immaculate black shirt, can a girl be blamed for touching? I don’t think so.

 

[Light Ice]

"Morning." I say.

It's against her cheek, into warm skin, and I am reminded that this woman is a sexual kaleidoscope to which I am privy to only a few, select, fragments of color. I am certain that there are many that I cannot satisfy, some that no man could satisfy, and others to which experience and time might, possibly might, lend me privy to. In the end, I am glad for this particular color. This shade.

I lift her without being aware of it, focused instead on her small hands against my broad shoulders and the sensations of pressure they are able to give to me. She holds tight for such a slight little thing, her rounded backside attractively framed in those boxers, and set on the counter where my hips can spread her shapely thighs and press us much, much closer.

We kiss. Deeply now. Breaking from one another before coming back, lips and tongues tangling. She's soft against my mouth and sweet, arching gently into me, pressing her breasts into the flat breadth of my chest and letting me sample the feminine shape that I have admired so many times since I began working here.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

It’s a man’s world. There is only one moment in time that I would be inclined to agree with this- When I’ve got one between my thighs. Like right now, and this one works for me…

In so many ways…

Unbidden my legs wrap around those slim hips and I pull him closer. Nestled between my thighs, my hands slide over his shoulders. Between kisses, those mind numbing, brain searing kisses of his, I manage to rasp out,
“Hungry?”

My question, of course is full of double meaning, none of which I think will be lost on him. Too bad he kisses me again, deeply, and I cling to his form, while any thoughts of food fly out of my head.

I think I should give him a raise.

 

[Light Ice]

It's unnatural to pull away from her, to withdraw from the circle of her small arms and place distance between my body and the one I've come to want so fucking badly just now. But there are moments where my intentions are enough to overcome my instincts and guide my hands against their own selfish needs. They push down, across the top of her bare thighs, forcing them apart again so that I can withdraw from her.

Ragingly hard. My cock a prominent, lewd vision of itself in the confines of cotton my boxer briefs provide. The ache that arches through me enough to make me consider abandoning my more wicked inclinations and simply take this beautiful creature.

Instead, I use my hands to turn her, spin her messy little self around until her flour-smeared palms are pressing against the granite of the countertop and my strong fingers have hooked themselves into her boxers. I'm ungentle when I tug them down, feel them stretch along the bubbled round of her backside. She lays her breasts across the surface of the countertop, thrusts that gorgeous ass up towards me, and I sink down to meet it. My teeth graze one cheek, sink roughly into the other, before my lips glide a soothing kiss across the curve of that silken skin and down until my face nestles between them.

My tongue finds silken folds, parts them with a wanton little lap. Wet. Hot. It drags itself across her sweetness, tunnels into her, before sliding out to slither over her clit in knowing circles. I do not care that my knees collect the flour on the floor. I know her taste beyond the citrus of orange and the warm heat of coffee.

It does not take long before I am fucking her delicious sex with my tongue, bracing my strong hands on the backs of her lean thighs.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

The lewd inelegance of the moment absolutely takes my breath away. My forehead rests against the cold stone counter, when I exhaling the flour flies away from my lips, but I am hardly paying attention.

His tongue again rips all thoughts from my head, and reflexively I push against his heated lips, his warm wet tongue. My hand slaps the counter as I whimper, because it’s both a tease and divine pleasure that he is giving me. His ragged breath over my clit titillates, but his tongue buried in my sex… oh holy high hell.

Thank god for the counter top, otherwise I’d be a puddle on the floor, and that mess, I know he’d clean up.

 

[Light Ice]

Fuck, I'm hard. So hard. My hand slips from her thigh, falls down, jerks cotton and elastic down until the biting restraint of gray cotton is gone and my hard dick sways free. It's lewd, but I stroke myself behind her. I let my strong fingers wrap around the girth of that smooth shaft and pump their way up and down, over prominent veins and fleshy steel.

Bolts of pleasure arc through me, I pump hard. Relentlessly. I growl huskily into the sweetness of her sex and bury my face tighter against her.

My tongue doubles its efforts, loses technique in favor of intensity. I want her to cum for me. The wet of her slicks my cheeks and I shamelessly indulge in it. The soft heat of her ass pushing back onto my wolfish face, the feeling of her walls grasping helplessly at my wet tongue as it strokes into them and abandons her again.

Can she feel me stroking behind her? The way my arm bumps her calf with each upstroke of my fingers across my cock? I wonder if she can tell by how breathy I am against her cunt, how suddenly primitive I am in my efforts to get her off for me.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

The granite is cold in my grip as my fingers curl around the counter, and I hold on for dear life. My thighs clench and my ass tightens under the grip of his hand. His other, oh…

I can hear the grunts and groans. The slick movement of his hand over his shaft, it’s… it’s…

Who the fuck cares.

I am bent over the counter top, while one of my employees tongues my soaking cunt, and strokes his cock. It’s fucking fantastic. Of course I oblige him when he works overtime like this.

Gloriously so. All over his face. My clit grinds over his tongue and I moan loudly, my heavy breathing sending plumes of white flour spiraling away from me. I can feel the mess that I’ve created cover his lips, his tongue, and my thighs. I push my hips upward. I won’t ask him to sink that length deep in my already wet slit, he knows that it’s what I want.

 

[Light Ice]

And what I need. I stand, shameless in the way I drag my cheek across the round of her ass. Shameless and indulgent in how much I enjoy leaving the smooth skin wet with her own climax as I brush against it. My hands take hold, find eager hips. She's trembling beneath my fingers with the sensations that my tongue have given her, eager now for a rougher loving than what my mouth can offer.

My hand finds her red hair, fingers tightening in those loose curls to force her back to arch and her ass to push towards me. The first stroke is ungentle. I am beyond tenderness now. Want arches through me, bold and unbridled, to surge across every synapse and light my nerves with hard pulses of light.

I fuck her.

My hips collide with her round ass, force those soft cheeks to mold to my rugged front, and push her up onto her tip-toes with the impact of my body against hers.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

My balls against her clit, my hard length splitting her wide around its girth. Slick. Hot. I can feel her cunt grasping desperately at me, trying to keep me buried in her depths, unable to stop me from rocking it from the grasp of those sleek muscles before shoving it deep inside of her again.

Aware, somehow, that flour is caked to my skin and that she is a filthy, erotic vision with that T-shirt rumpled and her breasts flattened against the granite.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

There is nothing that can compare with that first slick invasion. Nothing. That first push into my body, I can feel every single inch of hardness that dips into my body, parting my wet lips… It’s addicting.. Which is, of course, why I am here, bent over and covered in flour, caked in the detritus of a morning trying to entice him to do exactly this to me, to fuck me like a man hell bent on satisfaction.

Each plunge into my body pushes forth another moan, or a gasp, while I stand on tiptoe, gripping the counter, and bouncing up and down his fuckstick. Like a woman starved.

My mind is racing with the words that I want to use, begging him for more, telling him to fuck me harder… but none of them make it past the moans that drip from my lips. And the flour, that white powder that now covers my skin and cakes over my body, and in my hair.... I am positively sure he is going to make the mess worse before he cleans it.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Thank god the staff cleaned.

Oh boy. Zy et mon garcon. A handful. Maybe I will get help. But I prepare all my toys, and ready myself. This shall be interesting.

 

[Dr_James]

Knocks and then enters the Chateau. Looking around I see that Zy is nowhere to be found. Such a fickle little fairy of a girl.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Smiles softly at his arrival.

Mon garcon.

 

[zydrate]

tip toes in, remaining quiet as she peeks around the door jam, smiling as she sees Ausus and Dr J

Hello...bounces over to them both

 

[Dr_James]

Miss.


Sees the bouncing little girl out of the corner of my eye and smiles.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Shakes my head.

You know the drill, both of you, strip and kneel. Pours myself a small glass of wine, sits lightly on the chair and watches them both with a smile

Garcon, you may leave your boxers, but please bring me your belt. Zy.. well, strip s'il vous plait.

 

[zydrate]

I slowly pull the thin, leather belt from my waist and set it aside before I start to shimmy my skirt off and down my hips, quickly my top follows

...picking up the belt, I fold it in half and ever so gently hand it to Miss Ausus with a little knowing smile upon my lips...

 

[Dr_James]

I remove my clothes, folding the shirt and pants neatly before stacking them on my shoes and setting them aside. I neatly fold the belt and walk to her and drop to my knees before offering it to her.