1. Le Grand Feline


    Date: 9/6/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    jacket and plunder-bag, he made to take his leave. “An exquisite pleasure!” He added floridly and was half way out before the young lady – looking entirely lost and alone – suddenly blurted, “Oh Sir, don’t leave me, not yet!” He stopped with a double-take worthy of Shakespeare’s Globe, clicked his heals and shut them in. The Lady removed her wet hood and cloak, filling the room with her perfume and revealing a shapely bodice. “Very good M’Lady. One cannot be too careful when…” he found himself salivating already “...in the wilds!” She flushed and put out her hand to be dutifully kissed, her fingers chilly against his lips. “Sir, I am Mademoiselle Virginie Therriot, please excuse my so rudely purloining your quarters. My coach was robbed and the drivers all fled. They say it was Le Grand Feline .” They sat and the Count felt a squirm of delight at the ghost of his whore’s raised leg on the prim Mademoiselle’s chair. “My Lady, I would doubt it was who you say. Le Grand Feline attacks only thieves.” Mademoiselle Virginie shrugged. “But monsieur, they were horribly scared thus…” She mimed a claw across her cheek. “That is his calling card, yes?” A knock heralded the arrival of refreshments and the Count smiled broadly at the Mademoiselle, as if at a child. “It suits many men to claim they were overpowered by such a man as Le Grand Feline , don’t you think?” The Mademoiselle’s eyes swelled at the food laid out before them. D’Urberville hoped all her appetites were as keen. He ...
    waited until the servant had left before playing his next card, and in a hushed tone. “And well, let us just say I am aware of his whereabouts .” He let the enigmatic comment hang in the air long enough to cause a look of wondrous re-evaluation to pass across Virginie’s face. One might even say a hint of excitement. Le Grand Feline was the greatest of scoundrels, but women gossiped only about his prowess as a lover. It would be to D’Urberville’s great benefit to hint that he might be the infamous predator. As he poured wine into the sweet girl’s cup, he fought to control his excitement. This was a far more refined and exquisite a creature than the bawdy harlots he had planned to pluck tonight. Virginie sighed and took a hearty glug of the wine, wrinkling her sweet nose in distaste but taking another gulp anyway. This is not going to take too long . The Count surmised, refilling her glass. A flush bloomed on her and she sparkled, promising much to the expectant Count. “You know Monsieur, the… ladies that left your room…” “Ah? Yes, the maids…” “Oui, yes the maids. They must have done a very thorough job. They seemed quite out of breath and very… pink of cheek!” The count cleared his throat. “No, they were slovenly, My Lady, as you can see!” He gestured to the room, curling his lip. “You mistook a touch of influenza perhaps?” Virginie tore off a piece of bread and smirked. “Maybe... Yes I recall I heard one… sneezing earlier. Oh, I hope I don’t fall foul of their predicament ...
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