Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Leduc had designed both this apartment and the one at their summer villa near Dives after the Grande Chambre in their Palais de Plaisir, that fabulous bordello outside of Paris he had inherited from the nefarious count, and although much of the erotica were only copies of the originals he kept here, he was satisfied that his guests were more concerned with the effects achieved rather than the authenticity of the work.

Now, as he relaxed upon his favorite Roman couch, reputed to have belonged to one of the Caesars, and garbed loosely in a silkish white toga, he smiled to himself as he studied a packet of photographs depicting naked girls his wife had just handed him to examine.

"Something amuses you?" Madame Leduc questioned, a gentle smile of her own playing across her femininely handsome features. She was a tall, stately woman, almost regal in appearance, with raven-black tresses that hung to the tips of her shoulder-blades and covered her breasts when she was nakedly at leisure, and styled in a dazzling upsweep on more social occasions. Actually in her late thirties, her alabastar-like skin and her svelte, well cared for body belied the last decade of her years, while her sparkling dark eyes constantly suggested her Cyprian nature. Her husband had found her some fifteen years ago in a cheap brothel in Bordeaux where she performed the specialty of the house… fellatio on two penises simultaneously, and even though her tastes had changed somewhat, she still enjoyed the luxury of that second male organ plunged half way down her throat.

Presently, she too rested upon her favorite couch, a replica of that said to have belonged to Cleopatra – the one upon which the beautiful queen had allegedly sucked off one hundred Roman noblemen in one night – gowned in her most gossamery toga and waiting for this man who dearly loved to call her by his pet name, Meriochane, a Greek word meaning Gaper, or, "she who gapes wide for ten-thousand men."

"These are lovely creatures," said Leduc, quickly shuffling through the photos, "but nothing here can match my American beauty, ma chere. I doubt that we can use any of them. They're too… too common looking. But the American bitch… ahhh, she is going to make us a fortune."

"Did you enjoy her, Alex?" Danielle Leduc questioned, more excited with the anticipation of his relating the story of the girl's seduction rather than feeling the slightest twinge of jealousy.

"Exquisitely, ma chere, and so will you," Leduc chuckled. "But I venture you will derive greater pleasure from the young husband, Paul. He is a handsome, virile looking specimen. And of course they will both be at Dives for the week end." He tossed the photos onto a nearby table. "I see nothing there that we can use. Is our present staff fulfilling the desires of our noble clientele satisfactorily?"

"Yes, quite."

"And the young Moroccans?"

"No problems whatever, cheri," his wife assured him smilingly as she patted the great head of Vailante stretched out on the soft carpeted floor beside her.

"Ahhh, very well then, now I can relax," he sighed, rolling onto his back, his garment falling away to expose his open thighs to her where she lay, his heavy sac and limp penis catching her eye in immediate greed. "And now my lovely Meriochane, if you will see to your master's pleasure, I'll advise you as to how we are going to seduce the young Americans this week end."

Danielle Leduc didn't hesitate. Instantly, she arose, gracefully removing her toga by unfastening its shoulder catch and letting it fall with a wisp of sound to the floor. She posed in her nakedness before him, smoothing her hands over her taut, high, small firm breasts until their brownish nipples distended in the manner he preferred; then she trailed her long graceful fingers down over her stomach and hips to her strong thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky, black-hair covered mound, those same long delicate fingers slowly gliding to the soft fleshy folds of her hair-lined cunt-lips, gently spreading the still tight slit until it flowered open and she thrust her pelvis forward that he might better see the moist, coral flesh.

Leduc's cock leaped and when she saw this, Danielle moved rapidly toward him, climbing between his legs on all fours and quickly taking his semi-flaccid tool in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat.

The doctor laughed, knowing his wife's insatiable desire to have a limp prick harden in her gullet. Abruptly, she commenced to purr in kittenish fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft hair and his cock began to swell and fill her pharynx. It was a delightful sensation and he knew no one who could perform it as well as she.

Her continual swallowing caused her throat muscles to milk his prick in a manner that even the tightest of educated cunts could not equal, and the length of her tongue laving the underside of his shaft while its tip taunted the base of the member and a portion of his balls was the ultimate of pleasurable fermentations.

From the floor where he lay, Vailante's great ears stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side, little whines escaping him as he looked directly at his mistress's round up-thrust, buttocks facing him. And as the animal watched, Danielle began to waggle her hips as she hummed and purled hungrily, her husband's heavy, now rigid and throbbing cock, vibrating and nearly reaching into her belly.

The hot breath from her nostrils against the pubic hair of his pelvis sent additional spasms of delight rippling through Leduc as his wife cupped his heavy sperm bloating balls in both of her hands, squeezing and manipulating them with known skill, while her throat continued to exploit his still growing prick in her effort to suck him to climax.

Suddenly, both mastiffs stood, tense and ready, awaiting their master's command, and as his wife's little whines grew in deep chested mewls, her hips gyrating salaciously in her need for fulfillment, Leduc snapped an order at both animals.

Immediately, Vailante leaped onto the couch behind his wife, mounting her with both forepaws wrapped around her hips, his hind quarters moving in close to push forward his long, thin pointed cock, while Danielle quickly thrust one hand between her legs to guide the stiff animal prick into her quivering cunt. Furiously the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid jack-hammer thrusts that would not end until he was so commanded.

Now, Sable had come alongside of Leduc who had begun to feel the unraveling movement growing deliciously in his balls, and as he patted the animal's rump she swung about thrusting her hind quarters back at him with lifted tail, and he plunged his index finger into the dog's lubricated cunt.

Sable's ears flattened, and the pure bred bitch whimpered as she skewered back onto the human digit impaling her, jerking her own hind quarters in trained rhythm… and then her master inserted a second finger… and yet a third, while her mate dug his long, swelling animal prick into the mistress' dripping, throbbing cunt.

Leduc could view it all from every angle, reflected in the strategic placement of the mirrors about the room. The salaciousness of the depraved sight caused him to shove his loins up at his wife's face and watch her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his cock as she sucked at it voraciously, while Vailante fucked into her with his growing, long animal shaft and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.

Leduc lifted his head from the couch and stared down at her lust contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh completely absorbed between her ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. She was massaging the soft resilient skin of his testicles tantalizingly with one hand, and now she had raised her head so that her thumb and forefinger of the other hand could stroke its mighty base, as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the crown of her own head bobbing up and down below, as simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and Vailante relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling, cock into her with violent machinelike thrusts.