In my lavish chamber in Paris, under Louis XIV’s reign, the four-poster bed stands open, sheets still tangled from last night’s fuck with Louise. Meaty dishes steam on the table—roast, veggies, sweets—but my gut twists. Father just spilled it: he’s wedding Amandine, my true love, today. Same ceremony as my sister’s. Rage boils. My cock stirs despite the ache. Heartbroken, but body craves release. Forbidden heat surges. I need to seal Suzon’s lips about my letters to Amandine. Call her in. She slinks through the door, curves straining her dress. My pulse hammers. Fuck secrecy—time to claim her tits, drown sorrow in her flesh.
Door clicks shut. ‘Suzon!’ I growl. She grins, knowing. I grab her, yank those fat tits from her bodice. Massive, heavy udders spill out, nipples hardening like cherries. Palms sink into soft warmth. Squeeze hard. She moans, arches. ‘Oh, Monsieur, you know how I love your hands on my nurse’s jugs.’ I pinch, twist peaks till they throb red. Lean in, suck one deep—wet, slurping like a babe. Tongue lashes the bud, teeth graze. Her scent hits me: sweat, soap, pussy musk leaking already. She confesses everything, breath hot on my ear. ‘I suck every cock in this house—your father’s, valets, stable boys. Swallow their hot cum, thick as chestnut cream. Love double-fucking, your prick up my shithole this morning, pounding deep.’ My dick throbs, iron-hard. She grinds against me. ‘Finger-fucked the maids too, lapped their cunts till they gush. Even your sister Françoise—her body’s divine.’ Filth pours out, my hands maul her globes, slapping flesh, watching them jiggle. Spit trails from my mouth as I devour the other tit, biting till she yelps.
The Awakening Rush
Friends barge in—Montgaudier, my sister’s groom, and Chevalier du Bois. They freeze, eyes on Suzon’s bare chest heaving. I laugh dark. ‘Touch ’em, lads. She’s generous.’ They dive in, four hands groping, weighing, milking those monsters. Suzon purrs, ‘You squeeze like pros.’ Chevalier kneads familiar—’Her mouth’s a wonder, sucks eunucks stiff.’ Montgaudier growls approval, thumbs circling nipples. ‘Perfect for my new house.’ I egg ’em on: ‘Her ass is always open, cunt sometimes. She’ll fuck your whole staff—cocks, cunts, no limits.’ Balls ache watching. Suzon stuffs tits away, smirks, exits swaying. They leave too, clueless to my torment over Amandine.
Alone again, cock pulsing unsatisfied, I pace. Father’s claiming her virgin pussy tonight—fresh meat for his old prick. I’d cuck him gladly, pump her full, risk a bastard son stealing my inheritance. But thrill lingers: Suzon’s tits branded in my grip, her slutty secrets mine. No one suspects this noble’s base hungers—mauling servants while dreaming of pure love. Wedding bells toll soon. I’ll sneak to Amandine, but this dirty fuckery? My private sin, pulsing hot in veins. Society’s blind eyes fuel it. I’ve dared the unspeakable, tasted transgression’s sweet venom. Heart shattered, body sated. Anonymous forever.