Silk sheets clung to my naked skin in Suzon’s sprawling estate, hidden in the sun-baked hinterland. Air thick with beeswax polish, ripe peaches from the orchard. Crystal flutes chilled vintage champagne by the infinity pool overlooking valleys. Sent here as summer exile, too old for camps, too green for the world. Suzon, family intimate, ruled this opulent haven. Catherine, her brunette housekeeper, auburn glints, black eyes sharp, commanded kitchen, linens, my mornings.
First dawn, she storms in. Shutters crash open. Sun floods the four-poster. Rips the sheet. My cock throbs rigid, exposed. She stares, breath caught. Hand wraps hot shaft. Knee dents mattress, blouse hikes over firm thigh. Slow pumps, eyes locked. Balls tighten. Cum spurts thick. She milks every drop, wipes with linen cloth from pocket. Kisses air, vanishes. Leather slippers slap stone floors.
The Privilege
Next morning, ritual repeats. Smile shared. Hand grips pulsing cock. Blouse gaps, heavy breast spills free, no bra. Guides my trembling palm. Skin satin-warm. Nipple pebbles hard under fingers, thick cylinder begging pinch. I twist, thrust hips. Explode again. She dabs sweat-slick belly, lips brush mine soft. Champagne cork pops later; fizz on tongue erases shame.
Hot afternoon siesta. Maquette half-built on mahogany desk. Catherine beckons to lavoir, end of manicured gardens near olive jars, poultry pavilion. Spring water gurgles cool. Woodsmoke, fresh linens mingle. She leans on marble edge. Buttons fly open. Blouse frames nudity: milky tits, wide areolas, dark frizzy triangle crowning thighs.
Arms wide. I press in. Tongue invades mouth, strawberry sweet. Hand on her pubis, fingers dive wet folds. Clit swells under touch. Guided strokes: slick lips part, heat engulfs. She sits wide, legs drape stone. Pulls me. Cock slides home, velvet grip. Hands on ass knead rhythm. Cum floods deep, stars burst.
Daily lavoir trysts. Control builds. Suzon’s cashmere robe whispers at lunch. No panties. Napkin drops twice. Blonde bush sparse, fat lips peek, pink inner crease.
Evening, Voltaire leather creaks opposite. Book feigned. She hikes silk dress, knee on arm. Cunt yawns: orange-pink, dewy. Read on, ignores my stare. Cock strains pants.
The Excess
Catherine enters. Lips crush Suzon’s. Fingers splay pussy wide. Blouse rips; tits sucked loud, slurp-wet. Catherine moans, fingers plunge Suzon’s slit, thumb anus. Suzon spreads legs over arms, ass hangs. Fingers invade Catherine’s hole. They buck, squirt unison. I cream pants sticky.
Suzon kneels. Frees cum-smeared cock. Sniffs musk. Tongue laps glans, engulfs. Saliva coats, throat milks. Hands grip temples; I pump, flood gorge. She gulps, persists.
Bedroom: stripped bare. Her tits sag soft on soft belly, blonde pubes frame wrinkled labia, puckered anus. Sixty-nine. Face to cunt: musk hits, tongue spears folds, rims ring. She devours cock.
Mounts. Cock aims… anus. Tight ring yields, sucks in. Forbidden clench milks. Cum jets deep, body arcs.
Dawn: Catherine forehead kiss only. Later lavoir farewell. Tongue on clit, she gushes. Last fuck slow, tender. Parents arrive. Secrets sealed in marble vaults.
Years blur: Emmanuelle’s car blowjob, bent-fuck reveal—her cock. Mutual sucks, ass play. Romance, drugs, botched surgery death. Spiral to monk cell. Dreams persist. Narrow bed bites. Cock aches. Estate ghosts linger, champagne ghosts fizz eternal.
