The sinful Memoires of the Marquis d'Amour - SeXStoRY

After a good dinner I played a game chess with Justine in front of the fireplace whilst Juliette sat on the couch and trained her reading skills. The frequent stolen glances at me still seemed to heaten up their emotions, and in a strange way to display a sort of s****rly jealousy. I was simply impressed by this welcome affection. I couldn't wait until Justine would utter the need to relieve her bladder before bed time and I would be afforded with another good look at her hidden charms. This then happened after our game was terminated, so I led her to my office. I was well prepared for the exciting occasion, a sturdy washstand I had placed by my desk with a natural sponge soaked in the warm water. Justine dropped her bloomers quickly and lifted her skirt to allow me access to the brass lock - I reveled once more the delicious sight of her lovely buttocks, stiffening measurably under the sweet temptation. I inspected the chastity belt with interest, found some honey attached to it where it sneaked through the darkness between Justine's taut limbs. The matter smelled like strawberry jelly and showed great viscosity. After the good girl exited from the private closet I inspected her front more carefully too. Her little slit was quite worked up by the tight fit of the leather belt, all red and irritated. With the soaked sponge I cooled the heat between Justine's legs until she moaned with hidden pleasure and shivered with undeniable joy. This intriguing game was my only pleasure for a couple of days, until one morning I asked for the reason of the lack of breakfast eggs. Juliette had seemingly dropped the whole basket whilst being chased by young Joseph through the barn. To investigate the story further I ordered the mentioned maid into my office after the cleanup in the kitchen. »He wanted to undress me!«, she blurted out, but I was in control and asked her boldly: »Did you show him what you showed me?« Bingo! Big flush, but no denial. That little boyish bottom was mine! How ruefully the maid stood in the corner, dropped her skirt and opened her drawers for me! What a delightful tiny affair her derriere was - I got a hard-on right away! And how delightfully it danced to the rhythm of my cane! Only the toughest resilience prevented me from soiling my trousers immediately! Luckily I had ordered a second of the practical leather belts which I produced from my desk. Her cunny lips were a yummy chocolate brown and contrasted perfectly to the coral red inner cleft, already quite opeb from the excitement and shame of the former penance. It was a pity to lock those delicacies away without a lick or a touch, but for the time being I had to save her charms from the ruddy hands of the lusty boy. Then I sent for the lad to rectify the happenings in the barn at last. Cleverly I mounted the long mirror in my punishment corner not to miss and lascivious detail. »She wanted to see it, Sir, it wasn't my fault at all!«, the unhappy lad blubbered in utter distress and was already protecting his guilty bum with his hands! But I ordered him into the corner and he dropped his breaches obediently. I commanded him to lift the hen of his shirt so I could monitor the effect of my penance from where I worked. The whipping didn't seem to deliver the expected results, so I asked the lad about Juliette's charms he had witnessed on the playful occasion - and this was proofing the right strategy. His dickel hardened instantly above the erotic memories and straightened out against it's equal double in the wall mirror. Once again I seized this dangerous weapon and pulled the boy towards my desk, told him to sit on it and reclined in my comfortable chair. My deft manipulation squeezed the last softness out of the stork and the purple plum seemed already to burst with its delectable juice. Joseph was beside himself, moaning and groaning as if in serious pain, but stopped all the noise instantly when I took his throbbing plum into my mouth and sucked it all in. As usual, the shameful submission incited the fire in his youthful loins, and soon he emptied his balls completely into my mouth in hot liquid jerks which I all swallowed with gusto and then licked the last salty remnants from my lips. »Keep your fingers from my maids or you will be sorry and sore, you horny monster!«, I instructed my boy whilst he dressed up, but I knew exactly that he was in no situation of mastering the seductive charms of the two nimble nymphets. I took a short bath and dressed in my fluffy gown to wait for my lunch, which I hoped delivered more aphrodisiac than just red wine. Little Juliette brought in the silver tray, walking quite awkwardly, seemingly uncomfortable with her new underpants. I questioned her about size and shape of Joseph's dickel and as I expected: the recalling of the intimate event aroused the precious creature at once and Juliette pressed her thighs together in an attempt to quench the rising sensation. »Oh, Sir - it was all small an wrinkly, not as imagined at all - it just didn't seem to like me!«, she reported with unexpected honesty that nearly rendered myself to tears of joy. I pulled the lovely maid onto my lap and stole my hand under the hem of her blue skirt to caress her pointy knees. There was no resistance being felt as I pushed the skirt up her trim thighs and massaged the firm flesh with compassion. When I reached the frills of her bloomers the sensitive maid purred already like a kitten and my cock was throbbing and straining under her wiggling little bottom. I pushed the bloomers right into her groin and with that the rear of her skirt too, for which I had to lift the panting maiden for a second. I gently opened her taut thighs a fraction and my cock jumped right into the gap, reared his bald head to have a good look at my object of pleasure. »Oh - Sir! What a monster!«, she cried out in delight, but didn't know better as to clamp it with her strong limbs. Oh, what a selected situation, what a pure pleasure I endured! The hot pressure of her warm flesh around my lance on fire was proofing efficiently enough to open the flood gates of my lust. The plum suddenly burst and splattered the white virgin legs with huge spits of spunk, the maid cried out in horror or surprise - whatever it was I could not guess. »Never tell any one of this - I'm so sorry and ashamed to have spoiled you in this selfish way, my dear! Let this be our utmost secret, my darling!«, with those silly words I consoled the confused girl and wiped her clean with the wet sponge at once. But I was sure that she couldn't keep her new knowledge privat for only a few minutes. So, I sent her back to the kitchen to make her own s****r jealous. But in the art of sexual education the method of small single steps provided the most pleasure and commitment from pupil and teacher as well.