1. Memoirs of a Duchess, Part One


    Date: 9/29/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Gabrielle_d_Estrées, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    She slipped her fingers through her hair undoing the braid held high atop her head. The ebony strands fell, cascading down her shoulders and against her bare back, tickling her soft, smooth, olive skin. Outside were the gardens and Gabrielle knew he would be there, with her. She knew he would have her on her knees in no time, subservient as she was. Gabrielle also knew that the interest in him which had sparked for her would dissipate as quickly as it had come, it was only a matter of time. It had been two years since Gabrielle arrived at court; she was gifted not only in the art of counsel to her husband Nicolas Liancourt, but she was praised for her wit, her intellect and her beauty. Yet, alas, she had had the great misfortune of Nicolas for husband— and Nicolas was a fool whose low standards in the types of women he chose to bed were more than insulting to the Duchess. Her gaze moved from the window to the water of the hot bath and the steam that filled the bathroom, fogging the windows. “Will that be all, miss?” the maid servant asked her in a most demure tone, casting her eyes down to her feet as she delivered a small curtsy. Gabrielle looked up at her face in response, analyzing the girl: her smooth skin, her light eyes, and her rosy cheeks which appeared to burn. Obviously Gabrielle’s nakedness made the girl uneasy, and this only proved to humor the Duchess who loved nothing more than to witness her uneasiness. Gabrielle was generally a woman sure of herself and her ...
    situation, but in that moment she questioned it. Was she perceptive, or was she mistaking the girl’s shyness for lust? Bringing up a slender finger she lifted the girl’s chin to draw her gaze forward, but the girl struggled to look away squeamishly, seemingly fearful of Gabrielle’s forwardness. “Why, Marie, you are pink…” the Duchess said, as a smile crossed her full lips. The young servant girl said nothing. Gabrielle moved her head to meet the girl’s gaze, “Does the sight of my sex make you blush?” “I have not seen my lady’s figure… until today.” “And what do you think, Marie? What of my figure?” “You are quite lovely,” Marie whispered to her mistress. “What do you like, Marie?” Gabrielle asked, inching closer to the servant girl. “I don’t know what my lady means by such a question.” “Yes you do, Marie.” Gabrielle eyed the girl devilishly, and in that moment she knew exactly what she wanted. Perhaps it was the excess of wine she had taken at dinner, or the desire to prove that she - like her husband - was capable of seducing even the most unsuspecting servant-girl, or maybe it was simply the fact that Marie was sweet and Gabrielle, in that moment, wanted to take her innocence from her. “I find you most beautiful, my lady…” the young girl said above a whisper. “Be specific.” Gabrielle was closer to her now, her gaze fixed on Marie’s quivering lip as she toyed with the lace of the young girl’s sleeve. “The shape of your breasts, my lady. They are most supple.” “Do you want to ...
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