His mouth against her ear, his fingers dipping into the deep furrow between her buttocks, stroking and massaging her silky-soft ass, Jack whispered, “Please, say you’ll stay the weekend? I want, need to be in your body and I want to get to know you, to spend every minute with you just as I’m sure Nicole wants to spend time with Jean-Paul.” He kissed her again softly and added, “And there is someone I would like you to meet.”
Valerie drew back slightly, concern showing on her face. “It is a woman?”
“God, no,” Jack said with a laugh. “Not a girlfriend or a mistress and definitely not a wife. A Moroccan boy named Zidi I adopted as my son because his brother was repatriated to Morocco for dealing in hashish and Zidi had nowhere else to go.”
“Ah,” said Valerie, a little twinkle in her eyes, and Jack wondered if she guessed there was a sexual element to his relationship with the boy. “Yes, Jack, I will stay the weekend. I like the way you make me feel, the passion in your kisses, the way you are always hard for me.” She reached down and closed her fingers round the shaft of his cock covered by the towel and whispered, “Always so hot and hard for me. That is very flattering.”
Jack would surely have coaxed her to her knees to open her mouth and thrust himself between her lips but he suddenly heard her stomach growl and they both laughed.
“Another hunger satisfied first, perhaps?” she said with a sexy little smile, letting go his cock and turning to the now-ready coffee.
“Your wish is my command, Madame,” Jack said and opened the back door to find a paper sack filled with fresh croissants and baguettes. He handed it to Valerie as he said, “Cream for your coffee and Normandy butter in the fridge, preserves in the cupboard, start without me, I shall be two minutes.”
Jack was glad the rest of the house was silent as he dressed quickly. He assumed Nicole and Katie had their respective lovers in their rooms and would appear when they were ready, freshly fucked and starving as a result.
Valerie was eating happily when Jack returned to the kitchen, a croissant liberally slathered with butter and jam. Good, he thought, he loved a woman who enjoyed her food.
Helping himself, Jack asked, “So, if it’s not too personal a question, why was I asked to photograph your chateau? Have you suddenly developed a need to share the glories of French ancestral architecture with the well-to-do?”
Valerie’s face clouded and she put down the croissant on her plate. She took a deep breath and Jack suddenly realized he may have made a serious error in raising the subject.
“The chateau is not mine, Jack,” she said. “It belongs to Claude’s family as does the title: I am only the comtesse by marriage. Jean-Paul knows this and although he likes to be called Le Comte de Montravigne he knows it is only because his uncle Frédéric allows him to use the title as a courtesy. Jean-Paul will not be Comte for much longer.”
Valerie paused and sipped her coffee. Then she continued.
“There will be no paying guests: the reason you were asked to photograph the chateau was so Claude’s family can sell it which would mean Jean-Paul and I would be evicted from the little flat we live in. So, I am not a comtesse and I am not a fabulously wealthy member of the French aristocracy. I am an interior designer who is almost penniless because of the cost of fighting the de Montravigne’s in court to make them honor their responsibilities to Jean-Paul as Claude’s son and heir.”
Jack saw tears in Valerie’s eyes as she shook her head, the movement making her breasts jiggle under the cut-off.
“So, Monsieur Sommersby,” she asked. “Are you disappointed your new lover is not as she appeared to be, a titled lady with an ancestral estate and a considerable fortune?”
Jack stood up and walked round the table. He reached down and took Valerie by the arm pulling her gently to her feet. His eyes met hers as he said quietly, “My only disappointment is I have lived in France all this time and did not meet you until now. Now, there is something I need to do before our children join us.”
“And that is?” she asked but Jack was already reaching across the table to push the breakfast things to one side, making a space. His lips meeting Valerie’s, he slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up so she lay back on the cleared space, gazing up at him, her mouth open as her breathing quickened with the anticipation of being fucked again.
Jack unbuttoned her tiny shorts and drew them down off her legs, casting them aside. The sight of her pretty pink pussy, the lips already wet with her arousal, sent his libido soaring and he quickly stripped off his own shorts. His cock, long thick and hard reared up and quivered, a drop of pearly precum oozing from the tip.
“Yes, fuck me again, Jack,” Valerie moaned, reaching her hands up to hook her fingers in the armholes of her cut-off, pulling the material into the dark valley of her cleavage and baring her magnificent breasts to Jack’s hungry gaze.
For a moment Jack stood and masturbated to the glorious sight Valerie presented, her breasts heaving with lust, her fingers stroking down across her stomach to pull wide the lips of her cunt in blatant invitation. He bent down and took first one nipple in his mouth and then the other, sucking at them, biting them gently and drawing the tips out from the surrounding pink areolae. As he did so he surreptitiously pulled open a drawer in the kitchen table and took something out, keeping what he found hidden from Valerie as he worshipped her huge breasts.
Standing straight, he notched the head of his cock in the entrance to Valerie’s dripping wet cunt. She closed her eyes, wanting to savor the moment he pushed deep inside, only to snap them open and let out a little scream of surprise when Jack took what he had found in the drawer, two wooden clothes pegs made smooth by age, and attached them to the stiff buds of her nipples. Valerie bucked, her hips arching as she cupped the massive globes, obviously seeking to pull off what was hurting her over-sensitive nipples. But Jack distracted her in the simplest way: he thrust every inch of his rock-hard cock deep into her honey-coated channel until the head was buried in her womb.
Jack slid his hands under Valerie’s thighs to hold her steady as he fucked her with deep, hard strokes, repeatedly plunging his cock into her cunt, withdrawing it until only the head was still held by her pussylips and then impaling her once more. Valerie licked her lips, gasped, moaned and whimpered in pleasure as Jack’s balls repeatedly slapped against the furrow of her buttocks, slippery with the cream pouring from her cunthole. Suddenly she let out a loud groan, her body shuddering, the slick channel of her pussy rippling round the deeply buried shaft of Jack’s cock as she climaxed. Time and again she bucked as Jack eased off for a moment, letting her ride through the ecstasy of her orgasm. But he wasn’t ready to orgasm, not just yet.
Slowly he withdrew his prick, slippery with Valerie’s fresh cream, and closed the fingers of one hand round the shaft. The other hand he used to lift her left leg onto his shoulder, opening the cheeks of her ass. For a few moments he smeared the creamy goo from her cunt onto her anus, adding to it with the abundant liquid overflowing from between her labia. Then he pushed his cock into her ass, sliding in slowly, pushing open the tight muscle of her sphincter, breathing hard from the tightness of her back passage clasping his cock in velvety smooth heat. At last his glans was buried in her bowels, exactly where it belonged.
“Yes, Jack, that feels so wonderful,” Valerie hissed, flexing her hips in little thrusts to take in and push out the base of his cock. “I want to feel your cock buried in my asshole, your cum spurting into my bowels.”
“Oh god, Valerie,” Jack said, overwhelmed by the utter thrill of hearing her encourage him to do what most turned him when he sodomized a woman. He sodomized her with long strokes, not holding back in any way until the delicious buzzing started in his balls and he groaned deep in his chest, thrusting every inch of his cock into his lover’s gorgeous ass. The rush of his semen bursting from the head of his cock into her rectum was so exquisite he stood rigid, breathing hard as he pumped out the contents of his balls into Valerie’s back passage.
At last his orgasm began to ebb and Jack withdrew his prick. He walked round the table so all Valerie had to do was turn her head to take his dripping cock in her mouth. She did and the suction was every bit as delightful as the pleasure of sodomizing her had been.
Lying prostrate, her mouth suckling on Jack’s cock as he slid it deep into her throat, Jack guessed Valerie did not see Nicole and Katie enter the kitchen, both wearing the briefest of bikinis ready for a morning spent sitting by the pool. Nicole let out a little coo of delight as she cupped one of Valerie’s breasts in her hand, releasing the nipple from its clamp and dropping the peg to the floor. Then she did the same to the other, laving the sore buds with her tongue and lips to ease any discomfort Valerie felt. Valerie responded by gently stroking Nicole’s head, encouraging her to take as much of the smooth creamy flesh of her breasts into her mouth as she could. Jack smiled and eased his cock out of the clasp of Valerie’s lips, standing and watching until Nicole was ready to release Valerie’s soft globes, the nipples bright red from the pressure of the pegs, shiny and wet from Nicole’s saliva.
Valerie groaned slightly as Nicole and Katie helped her stand upright, Katie immediately dropping to her knees to pry Valerie’s buttocks apart in search of the salty treat Jack had pumped into his lover’s rectum. Jack smiled to himself at Valerie’s soft moan of delight at the delicious sensation of the girl’s tongue licking hungrily at her gaping anus and made his way over to the sink to prepare fresh coffee. Whatever else, he had certainly succeeded in taking Valerie’s mind off her troubles. Now it was up to the girls, Jean-Paul, Zidi and himself to come up with a permanent solution to her problems.
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