The Baroness's "Man Of Pleasure"

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Baroness hires a man to be her personal pleasurer.
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"I trust that you enjoyed yourself at the ball. If I may say so, you look absolutely stunning in that gown. I'm sure that every eye was on your beautiful curves". My trained man, Evan said. I had chosen him above the other men from the town.. The men at the ball that I attended this night could not come close to cast a shadow on his inner shine. He has that "spark". The extra cut above average men, not only in looks, but also in a calm temperament. Tall, he towers well about my five-foot one inch frame. Shaved head and sparkling green eyes, the day he first came to my estate to inquire about the unusual position that I had advertised in the town. He made my inner juices flow, not to mention the fact that the mere sight of him caused my mouth to water. But I kept my thoughts and opinions about him to myself. It was only when he came to the estate to interview with me that I told him about the position and how well he would be compensated that he leaned the true nature of the position for which I had advertised. He was to be my "Pleasure Man".

I do not blush at his compliments, rather simply nodding my head, acknowledging them as my due. I have hair like an Autumn sunset, dark blue eyes, sparkling like sapphires. I'm Rubenesque in frame and stature that can only be considered as "classic" in these days and times. . If only Rueben could see me now. I'm quite certain that he would have called me God's own masterpiece. I chuckle softly to myself.

"I have prepared the fireplace for you. Why don't you recline on these cushions while I bring you a glass of sherry to top off your evening?" He suggested.

When Evan returns with the sherry, he finds me reclining by the fireplace, allowing the hem of my gown to ride up just above my knee, so that my shapely calves are revealed invitingly. Seating himself by my feet, he removes my heels and gently massages my feet.

Looking up into my eyes, he smiles warmly. Running his hands slowly over my left leg, one on the inside and the other on the outside, he finds my garter and, with only a little struggle, releases my stocking and rolls it off of my leg. He repast the same steps on my right leg, allowing his hands to slowly caress both the inside and outside of my legs in the process.

He bows his head and kisses my feet, sucking each toe individually. He runs his tongue along the inside of each calf, stopping at my knee and returning to my ankle. The second time, his tongue passes the knee, moving upward, slowly running over the swell of my thigh, until he discovers, as he expects, knowing me, that I am not wearing any panties. No lace or satin caresses my skin this night. His tongue stops, just as it is about to reach the crease between my thigh and the juncture of my legs.

His tongue is on the other leg in a twinkling, moving upward, again stopping at the crease. Returning to the left knee again. He tongue moves up, passes the barrier, and just tickles the edge of my nether lips. The same strokes continue on the right thigh. He raises his head from under my gown to again look into my eyes . Smiling broadly, he said, "You want it don't you?"

Without waiting for my answer , he lifted my gown around my body, so that my treasure is exposed to his adoring gaze. He reaches out the tip of his tongue, and runs it lightly between the swollen, dripping outer lips of my temple. A few light caresses of his tongue between the lips. Then an increasing pressure, the parting , tasting my womanhood flowing over his hungry tongue.

The tip of his tongue flicks upward, finding where my stamen is emerging from it's hidden sheath. A few gentle caresses of his tongue , feeling the tension run through my body. He surrounds my bud with his lips, suckling gently and allowing his tongue to barely make contact.

He removes his tongue from my bud and plunges it deep within my now open passage, drinking my juices as his tongue pushes its way in and out of me, probing the upper surface of my treasure.

His tongue moves out, to be replaced, first by one finger, testing my readiness, then two fingers, probing gently while his tongue returns to my gem. Twirling motions around my now aroused bud, while his fingers slowly but steadily move in and out of my passage, caressing upward with each movement. My body moves against his hand and mouth. His mouth again surrounds my bud, suckling while his tongue mves over it and around it, up and down on it, changing the motion.

His tongue moving rapidly , and yet faster still. As his fingers accelerate.. Suckling and licking my bud, until he feels me hit the waves, I lift my treasure toward his face , the walls of my passage clutching at his fingers as I shudder with my release. Panting and glistening with perspiration..

"I trust that was satisfactory, Baroness?"

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15 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousalmost 15 years ago
Full of promise!

A well presented scenario, just lacking that raw edge in the final sentences to reveal the Lady's true release from need.

LadyWhiteWolfLadyWhiteWolfalmost 15 years agoAuthor
Such Sour Grapes From A Few...*Shakes Head Sadly*

I didn't realize that there was a law or rule that says that I cannot thank those who have read my story for their comments. For those of you who have, I thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart. :-) TheCritic50 is someone that I used to know and tried to help them to the best of my ability. When I didn't give in to them and their whims over time, they did their best to attempt to smear me and make me feel miserable. Happily, it did no good. :-D It's truly sad that someone has to stoop to such a level in order to make themselves feel better. TheCritic50 has much to learn about dignity, respect self-respect and boundaries. I wish them well.

As for my life being so called "fictional"- here's the link to my ranch. Decide for yourself. :-)

www.bartbellranch.com

Thecritic50Thecritic50over 16 years ago
What a fictional story

The story was not to bad if you don't mind being bored but when i got to the Author"s own comment!!

Since when does an Author have the audacity to comment on there own work, being the first work they have submited!

Is this the comment area for the readers??

BUT THEN AGAIN BOTH STORY AND COMMENT ARE FICTION!"meaning false" So maybe in a future story she might try and be more truthfull there may be hope.

I will give her a 25 just for the time it must have taken to think of something so uninteresting as her fictional life.

Knowing the Author personaly i can asure you all not a lick of reality in either comment, or story, to be part of her life!!!

AnonymousAnonymousover 16 years ago
Give it up

This is the 21st century is it not, well that would have been OK if we were back in the days of Kings and Queens and u had to tone it down well maybe better luck next time. Better yet maybe childrens books would be a better care move!

MatadoreMatadoreabout 17 years ago
Not a bad first howl

You mentioned that this is your first published effort at writing erotic short stories. Surely it's not your first try at writing! Your attempt was successful in all the important ways. I'm certain that with length, the plot will grow stronger and we will learn more as the characters develop. Very promising beginning indeed.

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