George Baccus - The Confessions of Nemesis Hunt

"At last I may tell you, adorable little English girl, how I have admired your acting at the theatre," he murmured, his lips almost touching my ear and his hot breath causing a delicious excitement to my naked throat.

"Your praise is-"

I was interrupted again. His Highness put his arm around my waist while his other hand began to toy with my breasts. I made no resistance and his lips pursued mine, which were instantly joined in a long, luscious biting kiss. I slipped further and further on my back and was almost in a horizontal position when the kiss came to an end.

My legs were opened wide and I was ready to be fucked, but he pulled me back in a sitting posture, knelt by my side and for the first time I had a sight of the royal prick, and a very decent sized one it was. He had guided my hands to it, throwing back his head with a far away look in his eyes, and as my fingers played with it, his whole body quivered. Then, with a touch of his hand, he bent my head down, I took the hint, and my lips and tongue were soon busy with the throbbing gland.

He seemed to go mad with pleasure; his fingers feverishly toyed with my hair; his body twisted in every direction. He moaned, ejaculated, and almost screamed. His prick stiffened till it seemed like cast iron.

"Bite it!" he cried.

I did.

"Harder! Harder!"

I bit as hard as I dared, never for a moment relaxing the lightning movements of my tongue. His fingers left my hair and played with my ears, my cheeks, the comers of my lips, even as they quivered round his burning penis… At last they caught my breasts and each little hard standing nipple was caressed by his fingers, his prick stiffened to such an alarming extent that I knew the end was near. A violent convulsion of the body, an upward-jerk of the prick and my mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of semen.

As for me, I wanted to be fucked, willing enough as I was to play the gamahuche game, but my cunt actually ached for relief. I had no thought whatever for Jean during the evening. Anybody could have fucked me at that moment, but particularly did I want the royal member, now, alas, dangling rather weakly against his trousers.

His Highness crossed to a little table, filled two brimming glasses of champagne from an open bottle, which I had not perceived. Was it possible that someone, Madame for instance, had entered while I was sucking him?

We talked very little. I fondled his hair and face while his hands wandered nervously over my calves. Occasionally I let my fingers fall on his inert cock and a little flicker rewarded me.

But I was too hot for dalliance. I flung my body over his, thrust my tongue into his mouth, and at the same time violently frigged his shrunken prick. It had the desired result. He stiffened and thrust me from him.

"Undress, my adorable little darling!" he whispered.

Standing before him, I did so, slowly and deliberately, allowing his lustful eyes to gloat severally over the varied charms that came to view.

I showed my breasts first; as I flung the corsets and stood with only a transparent chemise round me, and as that slipped to my feet, he stood up, his cock rampant, and pressed my naked body to him.

I pulled his tie undone and jerked the collar from its studs. Presently I felt his trousers slipping and I pulled them eagerly to his ankles, lifted his feet and got rid of the tiresome things. To ease him of the rest of his things did not take long and there we were, both naked.

In a moment, he was fucking me in the usual way, flat on my back, with my legs twisted round his calves, his arms round my back, mine round his, his cock banged in up to the hilt, his tongue in my mouth, working for all he knew.

It was a short, sharp fuck, a strong animal feeling pervading it from start to finish; no brain excitement; purely pleasure, the fuck that means children as a rule.

We both spent together and remembering Ma-dame's injunction about getting in the family way, I was anxious lest he carry me into the bedroom an introduce me to the syringe, so I feigned faintness and fell back helplessly on the couch.

My exalted lover was most concerned; he bathed my forehead with brandy, and began to get nervous so I judged it best to recover, lest he summon Madame to his aid. With a sigh and a nicely spoken "Where am I?" I gently came to.

After that we went to bed, His Highness assured me that no one would know of my staying there for the night, which meant, I suppose, that everyone would know, but no one would dare say anything. There was no more fucking. The room was deliciously warmed and we slept naked, clasped in each other's arms, but barring a prolonged kissing of my body, which included a short journey of his tongue up my cunt, there was no more sexual familiarity.

When I awoke, a stray beam of light through the shutter illumined the clock face and showed that it was mid-day. I sat up with a start, disengaging myself from the bare arms that were still round me. My royal lover came to his senses with a grunt.

"I must go!" I said.

"But you must have breakfast…" as I seemed to De about to leave the bed. I was really rather scared of Jean, now that I had come to my proper senses, and wanted to be back and explaining.

"No, no, my dearest precious one; you snail not go till it is full time for the theatre to begin once more. No, it is useless to protest."

I let myself be pulled back on his naked hairy breast and kissed lovingly. I suffered his vagrant hand to play with my cunt which did not feel particularly saucy; it wasn't awake at present, but I suffered him to draw my hand to his prick, which was swollen to a considerably greater extent than the night before. I resigned myself to the morning fuck, but nothing more happened.

"We must have tea and things," he said, "but I cannot summon my man."

"I'll get up and go," I volunteered.

"No, no, darling," he answered, "I have not begun to enjoy you yet."

"Well, I will hide in the bathroom, while you ring for your man."

"No, no," he pressed me to him and his prick seemed so stiff that I thought it would stab into my stomach. "Would you mind, darling, if Madame Kahn…she suspects, you may guess; if Madame were to come?"

"Of course, I know she knows," I laughed, "Madame has to find you all your little delights, is it not so?"

He brought over a bottle of champagne and filled glasses and as we sipped the champagne, he said: "Madame Kahn is a genius. She shall die a Countess if only for her success in bringing you, ma petite, to my bed. For fifteen years she has never failed to get me all my body desires; she has worked marvels!

"I cannot mention names, dearest, but Madame Kahn has so seduced the minds of the highest ladies in your land, that I have had the lips of one of the Duchesses pressed close round that thing you have in your pretty hands.

"Ah, Madame, she collects for me the spectacle of little girls who cuddle each other, till I spend at the sight. Little girls and boys, as young as ten years, who toy with each other's naked bodies…

"But enough, I excite myself too much. If you wish, Madame shall find a spectacle which you shall see also."

I was possessed of a feeling of lazy naughtiness by this time. But I thought it would be very nice to see the spectacle but kept my modesty. "Oh, no," I whispered, breathing hotly into his ear, "but I don't mind if she comes in here."

There was a little telephone at the side of the bed and a momentary conversation elicited the fact that Madame Kahn would be with us in a moment.

"She hopes I enjoyed my night," chuckled His Highness, "ma foi, but I have!"

Madame arrived, severely gowned in a tailor-made short-skirted costume. A heavy veil was drawn over her hat, and a leather coat hung on her arm. She looked smart and fascinating.