The Circassian (closed)

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Marcel scowled at Tamzin a moment then turned his attention to the two women sprawled out before him. Their touches and caresses became more intimate the hesitation slowly fading from them. Their coos and sighs filled the tent as their passions grew.

Laboriously he moved to where he laid next to the two women, his body up against Katirah's. He fondled her gently, pulling on her nipple gently at first and then harder.

He patted Sophia's ass gently and said, "Hips made for sex."

 

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Katirah's attention was diverted from Sophia to the Comte. She pressed back against him when he finally settled beside her. She gasped when he tugged her nipple and yelped briefly when he pulled harder. She frowned at him before tipping her chin up to kiss him.

Sophia looked at the Comte with a slight smile. "The Comte will have to see for himself." She paused, "When the Comte is better able to enjoy it." She placed her hand over his breeches to feel his hardening cock.

Sophia turned her attention back to Katirah moving her fingers faster into the other woman's slick sex. "Tamsin, bring that carved box over here. Inside is something very long with a cockhead on each end, yes?" She looked to Katirah for conformation. "And a jar of ointment. Put the ointment on either end and hand it here." She looked slyly at the Comte. "I have heard you like to hear Katirah scream. I shall make her scream for you."

Tamzin found the box and opened it. Her eyes grew wide at the contents. She gingerly took the double ended dildo in her hand and set it aside. She opened the jar and slathered the ointment on it. She wiped her fingers before passing the thing to Sophia. Must she stand here and watch this? She stepped back to the side of the tent and tried to be invisible. She was simply relieved that The Comte did not want her to actively take part in what the women were doing.

 

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Marcel watched Katirah's face as Sophie worked the two headed monster first into Katirah, and then into herself. The two women soon worked into a steady rhythm with each other, their moans of pleasure increasing with each passing moment.

He kept his hands to himself, his eyes roaming everywhere he didn't dare touch for fear of breaking their trance. Their breasts flowed back and forth with their movements, an entrancing sight, their nipples pointing upward while dancing intricately.

 

[haremfaery]

The two laid sprawled on the furs, legs intertwined, joined together by the doubled-headed dildo. Sometimes their movements brought them together to grind against each other. katirah's head was near the Comte's, Sophia's was at his feet.

The women moaned, sometimes in unison, sometimes in counterpoint. Katirah was well past caring what the Comte thought of this, or what specifically he wanted her to learn from this woman. For now he seemed happy to watch them give and receive pleasure.

Katirah sought out the Comte's hand with her own. She brought it to her lips and kissed first the back of his hand and then his palm. She sucked on one of his fingers as her body writhed.

 

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Marcel's hand wound up in Katirah's mouth, her tongue wrapping around it like it were a small penis. Her teeth scraped softly along its length as her lips formed a tight seal around the meaty portion.

Her head rolled back as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, carrying her away in its bliss.

Both of the women were panting in the afterglow of their nearly simultaneous orgasms.

Taking a wine glass, he held it to Katriah's mouth pouring its contents slowly into her. After her drink he did the same for Sophie. Sophie looked up at him with a smirk and asked, "Satisfied, Comte?"

He glanced at her, then replied, "Samara gets more sound from her than that."

 

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"Ah, the Comte must forgive me. I have only just met your lovely Katirah. I have much to learn about her." Sophia said wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "I shall endeavor to make her scream for you. Is the Comte in need of further satisfaction? For himself?" She looked meaningfully at his crotch.

Katirah was content to snuggle against the Comte. "Because I do not frighten the horses, it does not mean that I did not feel the waves of bliss."

 

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Marcel snorted and kissed Katirah, "But then, perhaps that sound is only for me," he whispered.

His hand cupped Katirah's breast and fondled it momentarily. He sat up a bit and looked into her eyes while he spoke to Sophia.

"What I want from you is to teach Katirah whatever it is she thinks she does not know. And to teach Tamzin, while preserving her maidenhead, for she will be a gift."

 

[haremfaery]

((Love the quote, I didn't realize Geo Washington was such a...I don't know. Although this fits with the common theme of woman as temptress, that has been around for millennia. This could be a quote from the Comte ))

"No one has ever pulled such sounds from me, only thou, mon coeur." Katirah whispered back. "No one ever will."

Sophia looked at the pair. They did not act like servant and master, she would have much to speak to Katirah about.

"I understand The Comte's instructions. I will teach them both. I am a very good teacher." Sophia said. "The receiver of the gift... Other than virginity, is there something else that would please him? Any...special desires?" She raised an eyebrow. "I can see that Tamzin is at least prepared for any eventualities, at least aware of them, if not actually experienced..." Sophia gestured for Tamzin to refill her wine goblet.

Tamzin stood at the side fo the tent, her cheeks blazing.

 

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Marcel glanced at Sophia and then backed to Katirah. "No," he said softly, "What ever I will do, Katirah will be part of and the focus of."

He grazed the back of his hand across Katirah's face a moment then leaned in kissing her forehead. He allowed the kiss to linger a moment then leaned back against the furs, sipping wine.

 

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That did not answer Sophia's question at all about what she should teach Tamzin., or at least let her be aware of. Perhaps the Marquis was the type to prefer teaching Tamzin the finer points of his pleasure himself.

"is there something _I_ may do for the Comte now?" Katirah asked with a wanton look in her eye. She slid her hand inside his short and let her thumb brush back and forth over his nipple. She thought what he had said was interesting. Did that mean he had no desire to take Sophia himself? Was she only to teach Katirah and give her pleasure while the Comte watched? he was a most confusing man.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcel smiled down at Katirah as she began playing with his nipple. "Perhaps, there is something you can do for me," he whispered to her as he kissed her gently.

His hand trailed down between her legs and he cupped her sex, his middle finger sliding into her super heated core. His thumb brushed against her clit and Katirah arched up into him slightly. "Sing for me Katirah, then make me sing."

 

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((thanks for teaching me a new word, anoesis. It's nearly as good as concuspicience.))

Katirah made a started yelp then relaxed into a groan when the Comte fingered her sex. She was still very sensitive from her bout with Sophia. Her fingers clenched involuntarily on his chest. She arched her neck and tipped her chin to the ceiling and she moaned again and pushed against his hand.

Sophia watched the two and drank her wine. She would join them if she thought the opportunity presented itself, but she did not know the Comte and was not sure if she should take initiative. If nothing else, she would be able to learn more about Katirah and the Comte together. How he could make Katirah scream the way he liked. Then she would be able to do the same.

Tamzin meanwhile decided the fabric of the tent was fascinating, She crouched down and turned her face from the others.

 

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Marcel sat up, straightening his injured leg painfully. Keeping his left hand in Katirah, his right joined the fray, massaging her clit in counter time to the movements of his fingers plunging in and out of her.

"Tamzin, turn around" he ordered softly without looking at her. It would not take much imagination to think she was hiding herself from the sights in the tent.

His hands never slowed, never sped up, a pace he knew that would drive her crazy with want and need, yet soft and slow enough to not finish the job any time soon.

As her body began quivering and her mouth made unintelligible whimpers of need Marcel leaned forward, his face cringing in pain as his mouth replaced his hand on her clit.

"Now Katirah," he said as Marcel sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled on it.

 

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((Argh. The power went out earlier and I lost my post Just posted again, and Internet Explorer ate it. I usually use Firefox, but I wanted to snuggle in bed since the house is cold from the power being off. So..trying to resonstruct my post. And I know it won't be nearly so long, or as well written. ))

Katirah writhed and bucked against the Comte's hands. She begged him to stop, she begged him never to stop. She moaned, groaned, panted, cried out and finally screamed when he put his mouth on her driving her to the brink of madness. Once was not enough, he continued to tease, and nip and fondle, thrusting his fingers in and out until her brought her screaming again and again.

Sophia kissed her softly and held her as she shuddered. It surprised her that the Comte would be so interested in giving Katirah such pleasure. She was his slave, most men would only be interesting in how well they were serviced.

Tamzin, for her part, did eventually turn to watch. How could she not? It sounded as if the Comte was killing katirah. The woman made so much noise. She found herself feeling strange as she watched. Her own nipples were hard as she felt her ardour rising. This shamed her more than anything and her cheeks flushed yet again.

katirah was still lost in post-orgasmic bliss, but Sophia was well aware that the Comte was still in some pain. "Bring wine, and refull the hookah." She told Tamzin. "Then sit close to us, so you may watch how to pleasure a man."

Katirah propped herself up on her elbows to drink deep from her goblet. Her eyes were still hazy with lust. "We will make the Comte comfortable and then, I shall make the Comte sing for us." She gave him a sultry smile.

She whispered to Sophia, "You must tell me what I can do to enhance the Comte's pleasure. He is a large man..."

Sophia smiled knowingly. "There are things that may be done, but I think for now, I should watch. And so should Tamzin. I am sure her new master will expect this and more from her."

 

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Marcel would have harumpfed at Katirah's plea to Sophie, but caught himself. That was the root cause of why he wanted Sophie, not because he lacked faith in her ability to please him, but her own lack of faith in herself.

He took a pull from the hookah, and breathed out the acrid smoke after holding it deep in his lungs for as long as possible. He knew in the back of his mind that he was becoming accustomed to the hashish, but it's medicinal effects were difficult to elucidate beyond easing the pain, yet there was not a chance he was going to stop smoking it anytime soon.

A glass of wine appeared in his hand from someplace and Marcel took a sip whetting his thirst somewhat. He focused a moment on Tamzin and Sophie, then turned to Katirah, "Is Sophie worth the purchase?" he asked.

 

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"It remains to be seen, I think." Katirah said. "But I am sure Sophia will do all in her power to show her worth to the Comte. There are far worse masters than the Comte. He does not make idle threats, so pleasing him is of utmost importance." She said this last bit more for Tamzin's benefit. The girl had never been a slave and had much to learn.

She opened the Comte's breeches and took his swelling manhood in her hand. She moved around on the furs to get comfortable as she stroked his cock.

"Drink more wine. It is helpful." Sophia said. "It keeps your mouth moist.

Katirah drank more wine. She thought not only did it wet her mouth, which she had to agree was very helpful, it also gave her a warm sensuous feeling, coupled with the hashish from earlier, everything felt languidly sensuous to her. She hoped she could translate that to the Comte.

Katirah looked up at the Comte as she licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around and around.

 

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The instant coolness of the wine in her mouth followed by the warmth of her tongue swirling around, cupping the head, and then the tip flipping along the slit momentarily, sent a thrill through his body and he quivered momentarily. "Yessss," he hissed as she bobbed down deeper along his shaft.

Marcel's hands wrapped themselves into her hair as he guided her up and down. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she twisted her hand around the shaft once and pulled on his nut sack.

Forgetting the other two women were there, Marcel nearly leaped from his spot as he heard movement next to him, and his eyes snapped around to find Sophie had moved much closer, presumably for a better view.

 

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((Doing this fm my phone, so excuse typos.))

Katirah thrilled to hear the Comte moan in pleasure. It made her take in his cock with even more vigor, and yet tried to remain mindful of his still healing wounds.

Sophia put a gentle hand on the Comte. He was definitely a military man to be able to shake himself from the bliss of Katirah's mouth to full alertness when she moved near him. "be calm and enjoy." she leaned in to kiss his lips. "The Comte is large, can Katirah take all of that magnificence deep in her throat? Would the Comte like that?"

Katirah was too focused on what she was doing to really pay attention to what Sophia was saying. But she did try to press her lips tight further down his shaft. She wanted?him to moan again. She wanted to drive him to madness the way he did to her.

 

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((E's and W's baby ))

Marcel would have to admit that Sopie's hand was not unpleasant and as he leaned back, she began pulling his tunic up and over his head. As the soft fabric cleared his head, Sophie tossed it to the side, and pressed his torso back into the furs.

He wasn't clear at what all Katirah was doing, but it involved both hands, her mouth and the tips of her fingers brushing his ass. About the time he had almost figured it out, Katirah started licking, sucking and nibbling on Marcel's nipples; leaving his cock momentarily unattended.

A moan escaped him as his cock quivered in a need he had not felt before.

 

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((Typing from the touchpad is easier than using that darn keyboard on my phone, can't wait 'til it's time for an upgrade. I was trying to get a fast post in before, so I didn't have time to go back and fix anything.))

Sophia took in the Comte's muscled chest. Pity he was still convalescing. She moved some pillows to make him more comfortable and to give him a better view of what Katirah was doing. When she was satisfied, she nuzzled his neck and sucked his earlobe into her mouth.

Katirah smirked at the Comte's moan. She looked up at him as she slowly worked her way back down his torso with kisses and caresses. She cupped his orbs and massaged them a little. She let his cock rub her cheek. She let him wallow in anticipation, before she finally took hold of his cock again and set her mouth to work.

Tamzin for her part was fascinated and repelled at the same time. What Katirah was doing was...dirty. Putting her mouth on the Comte like that. Watching both women writhe against him, that was disgusting too. She could not ever imagine herself doing anything like that.

 

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(( No worries, I was far more interested in pulling your leg than anything else ))

Heaven had to be like this, Marcel decided. Two women, one who loved him like no other, and one 'trained' to pleasure a man, or woman, both dedicating themselves to his pleasure. One, Katirah, was bathing his cock with her mouth, her tongue swirling and twirling around the shaft, running up and down the ridge on the underside, and then the head.

Oh, what she was doing to the head of his cock. More than once Marcel thought he was going to completely lose control of himself and unload into her sweet mouth, to drown her in his seed.

The only reason he hadn't yet, is that every time he got close, Sophie would do something that distracted him from Katirah. Nibbling on his nipples, kissing him, running her hands over his torso.

The two women writhing against him, their succulent breasts seemingly every where at the same time. Their turgid nipples played along the skin of his thighs, across the broad expanse of his chest served to heighten his enjoyment.

He caught a glimpse of Tamzin, who had moved closer. She had a look of disgusted fascination plastered on her face as she watched the scene. Marcel smiled and whispered, "Wait Tamzin until I am recovered, then we shall put a show on for you that you shall never forget."

 

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((I know your were teasing ))

Katirah was too busy concentrating on driving the Comte to sexual madness to listen to what he was saying since it was not directed at her. She continued using her mouth and hands, every little trick she knew, so Sophia could see and then later, teach her more, or how to use these techniques to better effect.

Tamzin was startled from watching the obscene trio by the Comte's voice. "Wait Tamzin until I am recovered, then we shall put a show on for you that you shall never forget." Her cheeks burned. She looked away quickly.
Sophia chuckled. "I look forward to that. I can see the Comte is a man of large appetites." She kissed his mouth using her tongue in a way that she thought mirrored what Katirah was doing. She felt him tense and groan. "Shall we take pity on the Comte, my sweet Katirah? Or shall we make him beg?"

Katirah made a sound around the Comte's cock. But it was unclear as to her answer.

 

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Marcel had been very close to cumming when Sophia's voice cut through his excitement as she asked Katirah, "Shall we take pity on the Comte, my sweet Katirah? Or shall we make him beg?"

His glowering eyes flicked to hers, a near menace filled his voice as he said, "You shall never hear me beg."

His hands reached down to stop Katirah's head from bobbing up and down, and he pulled her up, kissing her deeply. "Take it inside you, sit on it, I wish to fill you with my cock."

Katirah nodded and slowly lowered herself onto his cock her breasts pressed against his chest.

Marcel's eyes flicked back to Sophie, "You like wagging your tongue, now use it, and it alone to pleasure Katirah until she cums so hard that it makes me cum as well."

 

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The Comte's glowering eyes flicked to Sophia's, a near menace filled his voice as he said, "You shall never hear me beg."

That look and statement told Sophia much about the man. Very much. She wished she had time alone with Katirah to learn more about The Comte's likes and dislikes, her personality...now she could see that he was one who must always maintain control, even when losing it, there must be no suggestion that it was anyone's doing but his own.

"I am very sorry, my lord, I meant no offense."

Katirah moaned as she settled onto the Comte's throbbing hard cock. She had forgotten how quickly his mood could change. The pain had made him disagreeable, but the hashish had soothed and smoothed his emotions.

Marcel's eyes flicked back to Sophie, "You like wagging your tongue, now use it, and it alone to pleasure Katirah until she cums so hard that it makes me cum as well."

Sophia looked at how the two were connected. "If the Comte would not mind, I think I can have Katirah howling for you much better if she were to face the other way." She could do as the Comte asked if Katirah leaned back, but if Katirah rode him backwards, she would have more room to get her mouth right up against Katirah, and also use her tongue on the Comte.

 

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Marcel broke the kiss with Katirah and said, "So could Tamzin I am sure. Impress me, and get her moaning without Katirah having to move."

His lips returned to Katirah's and Marcel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body. Their tongue's danced slowly, languidly, each putting as much emotion as possible into the kiss.