Rain drips outside the manor windows. 3 PM. Buanderie hums with damp sheets. I push the door. Creak. Daphnée counts linens. Back to me. White leather miniskirt hugs her ass. Bent over piles. Stockings seam straight. Garters peek. She doesn’t turn. ‘If Monsieur allows, I’ll finish soon.’ Voice soft, teasing.
I sit on the stool. Watch. Her heels click faint on stone floor. Thirteen cm stilettos lift her cheeks high. Lace gloves tally. Ribbon in blonde hair. Chain around neck: Salope. Lips red slash. She stretches for high shelf. Skirt rides up. Lace thong splits her pussy lips. Handmade filigree molds wet slit. Ass perfect globe. Garters taut.
The Contact
I stand. Floor groans under my step. She senses. Arches back. Presses ass to my hard cock through pants. Grinds slow. Heat seeps. Courtyard windows rattle in wind. Foggy panes. Anyone glancing from drive? Risk pulses. She turns. Eyes sparkle. ‘Inventory done, Monsieur. Red satin sheets tonight?’
Blush creeps. Tongue flicks lips. Wet smack. Arms snake my neck. ‘Your slut, Monsieur.’ Hands on hips. Fabric whispers.
The Indiscression
She drops. Squats. Buttons pop. Zipper rasps. Cock springs free. Lips oil my shaft. Slow suck. O-shape stretches red mouth. Deep throat. Gags soft. Lace hand cups balls. Tongue laps. Eyes water. Faster. Slurps echo off tiles. Rain drums panes. Muffle? Or carry to hall?
The Indiscretion
I groan low. She hums. Vibration throbs. Rage builds. Pounds face on cock. Nose buries pubes. I cum. Floods throat. No swallow needed. Direct to gut. Tears stream. Hand strokes my chest. Owned.
Kiss. Cum taste on tongue. Smeared lipstick. She hops table. Hands back. Legs spread. Skirt hiked. I yank neck. Fingers plunge pussy. Drip. She yelps. Muffled. ‘Shh,’ I hiss. Walls thin to stairs. Servants below? Toils inside. Cries wolfish. Corset pops. Tits spill lace. Undo ribbon. ‘Slut.’
‘Your slut. Ready for ass-fuck, Monsieur.’ Turns. Palms flat. Back hollows. Thighs wide. Heels spike floor. Thong nudged. Cock rams asshole. Dry thrust. She sobs. Spasms. No pain. Ecstasy tears. Begs more. I pound. Table scrapes. Creak-creak. Light filters door crack. Footsteps hall? Heart hammers. Rain hides grunts? Cum floods ass. She quakes long. Wrecked.
The Silence
Pull out. Drips down thighs. She straightens. Slow. Fixes skirt. Glosses lips. ‘For later, Monsieur.’ Wink. I zip. Door first. Peek hall. Empty. Pulse races. Slip out. Her heels follow soft. Cross foyer. Parquet sighs. Shadow shifts stairs. Servant? Hold breath. Pass. Door shuts my study. Click. Secret locked. Night looms. Red sheets wait. Risk lingers. Cock twitches.