Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

He didn't answer; he just stared straight ahead, his hands still behind his back.

Charlotte smiled, keeping a tight grip on his thick pole as she reached over and picked up a cone-shaped pastry filled with whipped cream. Aiming his cock, she slid the pastry over his knob, slowly fucking it back and forth, letting the cream spill from the sides as he penetrated it. "That is what it feels like to fuck a duchesse," she said.

The other women erupted with squeals of laughter, clapping in approval as Charlotte kept fucking the cream puff pastry back and forth on his shaft until his knob burst through the far end.

"My god," Paulette said, her eyes flashing with delight. "He has destroyed the schaumrolle!"

"Au contraire," Charlotte said, as she grabbed Paulette's hand and pulled her close. "The treat is still completely edible."

Jean's cock was coated with whipped cream and broken pastry and Paulette watched as Charlotte leaned close and took a long lick along his shaft, until her tongue was covered in a thick layer of cream. She swallowed it, purring in approval as she licked her lips clean. "Now you try," she said.

Paulette shyly shook her head and tried to move away, but Charlotte pulled her back beside her.

"Open your mouth," she said.

Paulette reluctantly obeyed, watching wide-eyed as Charlotte pulled Jean close so that his cream-covered knob was only inches from her face.

"Take a lick," Charlotte said.

Paulette obeyed, her delicate tongue flicking out as she lightly licked a dollop of whipped cream from the tip. His cock twitched at the touch of her soft, pink tongue and he barely stifled a moan. But he kept staring straight ahead, his hands still behind his back as both women admired his tasty treat.

"Did you like it?" Charlotte asked.

Paulette nodded.

"Do you want some more?"

"Yes, please."

Charlotte put her hand behind the young girl's head and guided her forward until her lips were wrapped around the end of Jean's cock, softly sucking on his knob despite the fact that she'd already completely cleaned it of cream with her first lick. As Paulette swirled her tongue around his cock, savoring the smooth skin as she sucked on him, Charlotte slid her tongue back and forth along his length, moaning as she licked up all of the broken bits of pastry and whipped cream.

While she cleaned Jean's shaft with her tongue, Paulette was concentrating on his knob, sighing softly as she bobbed back and forth, gently sucking on the end of his cock. He groaned, watching their tongues as they caressed every inch of his thick prick, Charlotte's tongue gently lapping at his swollen balls even though there hadn't been any pastry or whipped cream on them.

"Am I not allowed any of this treat?" Yolande said, pretending to be affronted. "I think this is something meant to be shared with all of your guests."

Charlotte's eyes flashed with excitement. "Yes, give everyone a taste, Jean."

As he popped his cock out of Paulette's mouth she licked her lips, shyly looking up at him as if wondering how she'd done.

But Yolande had no doubts about her technique. As soon as Jean moved in front of her she placed one hand on his thigh and wrapped the other around his shaft, cranking her wrist back and forth as she sucked on his thick pole, trying to get as much of his cock between her lips as she could.

As she popped it out of her mouth, she smacked her lips in approval. "Delicious, but the two of you have already gobbled up all of the cream!"

"Keep sucking," Charlotte said with a smirk, "and I suspect you'll get a mouthful."

Yolande's eyes flashed with delight and she wrapped her full lips back around Jean's thick cock, murmuring in approval at the way he completely filled her mouth. She was an expert cocksucker, and Jean couldn't help groaning in pleasure as she kept stroking him faster and sucking him harder.

"Time to switch," Charlotte said.

As he pulled his swollen cock out of Yolande's mouth with a wet pop, she complained, "I barely got a minute!"

"Too bad," Charlotte said, "but that is how this game is played."

Jean moved to his right, his slick cock bouncing in front of Josephine, but she gave a quick shake of her head and waved him away. He'd barely turned around when Charlotte pounced, falling to her knees in front of him.

She pinned his stiff cock against his stomach as she ran her tongue along his shaft and across his balls, teasing him. And then she took him in her mouth, digging her nails into his thighs as she slowly slid forward, trying to deep throat him. She had more than half his length between her lips when she gagged, flushing with embarrassment as Yolande laughed at her.

She tried again and Jean moaned as her soft lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft. He could feel the heat of her throat as his knob slid down it, but she gagged again and Yolande yelled that it was time to switch.

Jean moved to his right and Paulette went to her knees as Charlotte had done. She put her hands on his thighs and stretched her small mouth around his cock, slowly starting to bob back and forth.

He glanced down at the beautiful, doe-eyed girl, innocently gazing up at him as she sucked him off. He knew she had to be at least ten years younger than him, and he couldn't help noticing the ripe curve of her full breasts as he peeked down the front of her tight-fitting peasant dress. Her small hands were as soft as calfskin, and he groaned as her tender tongue teased his knob. He'd been ordered to keep his hands behind his back, but he couldn't resist sliding them through her silky, honey-blonde hair, holding her head in place as he forced even more of his cock into her inexperienced mouth.

Paulette gagged and he backed off, but only for a second. Then he was sliding it between her lips again, rocking his hips back and forth as he stretched her jaw painfully wide. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was nearly choking on his size, but she didn't tell him to stop. She simply closed her eyes and let him fuck her mouth.

"Switch. Time's up!" Yolande cried, but it was too late.

Jean groaned and Paulette's eyes nearly bugged out as he filled her mouth with cum. She tried to keep sucking, tried to swallow it all, but there was too much and it spilled from the sides of her mouth like cream filling. She quickly grabbed a linen napkin and used it to catch the sticky mess pouring out while Jean staggered backward, his thick cock coated with her saliva.

"Well, it appears as if the music has stopped. I think we have a winner," Charlotte said with a gracious nod toward Paulette.

The young girl blushed in embarrassment as she wiped her mouth and cast a sideways glance at Jean's prize-winning package.

"That wasn't fair," Yolande said. "He helped her. He wanted her to win."

Charlotte laughed. "You are just jealous that he didn't fuck your mouth like that."

"Hmph! He would have if my tits still looked like Paulette's!"

All of the women in the room laughed, and even Jean fought back a smile.

Yolande's eyes dropped to his cock and widened in amazement. "Mon dieu, I think he's still hard! My husband would have already been snoring!" She gestured for him to come closer. He stood in front of her, completely naked, his hands behind his back as she lovingly stroked his cock back to life.

"Mmm...you're almost ready to go again. I remember when I was a teenager and my riding instructor would take me behind the stables and make me practice on him. Fuck my mouth like you did Paulette's. Make me feel like I did then again."

He nodded his assent and they watched as she leaned back, her brown curls bouncing as Jean, with one foot on her chair and both hands behind her head, fucked her mouth. Soon he was thick and hard again, and when he popped his cock out from between her lips she gasped for air.

With a wild look in her lust-filled eyes she shoved him away and stood up. "I'm going to show you what it feels like to fuck a noblewoman, and I won't be using a cream puff."

She ordered Jean to lie on the floor and he did, with his stiff cock standing straight up. She kicked off her shoes, bunched her skirt around her waist and straddled him, keeping one hand on his chest to balance herself as she used the other to guide his thick pole toward her ready hole. When he was in position she lowered herself, groaning as his swollen cock stretched her pussy wide.

"Ohh...that feels so good...it has been so long since I've been with a man," Yolande moaned. She braced both her hands on his chest, and started to bounce up and down on his stiff shaft.

As Paulette watched her guardian getting fucked, she felt a tug on her sleeve and turned to see Charlotte sitting beside her with her dress above her waist, her furry pussy glistening and ready. Paulette lightly licked her lips in anticipation, and didn't resist as Charlotte pulled her to her knees between her thighs.

She ran her fingers through the young girl's honey-blonde hair, guiding her talented tongue exactly where she wanted it while Yolande humped up and down, crying out as Jean's huge cock hit all the right spots. Josephine, sipping a glass of champagne, watched the four of them.

"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked.

Josephine smiled and nodded. "Most definitely, I am finding this very entertaining, a most pleasurable distraction."

"And will you be...joining in?"

Josephine shook her head. "I am afraid those days are behind me, but don't let that stop you. I am enjoying the show."

Charlotte nodded and tightened her grip on Paulette's hair, holding her steady as she ground her pussy against the young girl's mouth and told her exactly where to stick her tongue.

On the floor, Yolande had collapsed in exhaustion on Jean, her stamina not nearly a match for her enthusiasm. He rolled her off and she lay face down on the floor beside him, panting and sweating. But then he moved behind her, and she gasped as he lifted her onto her hands and knees.

Time, and too many pastries, had not been kind to Yolande, and she suddenly felt self-conscious as his strong hands grabbed at the thick rolls around her middle, pulling her back toward him. But the feel of his thick cock plunging back into her soaked pussy quickly dispelled any notions of vanity, and she moaned in approval as he used the dress bunched around her waist like a handle, holding onto it as he slammed his swollen pole in and out of her, her wide ass smacking against his hips as her big tits bounced crazily back and forth beneath her.

Beside them, Paulette was now naked except for her silk stockings. She'd expertly shimmied out of her dress without removing her tongue from between Charlotte's legs, where she was purring like a kitten as she eagerly lapped at the sweet nectar flowing from her pussy.

Charlotte sighed in approval as she stroked the girl's honey-blonde hair and admired her sleek, nubile frame. Her soft, full breasts sat firm and high on her slender figure, and her back curved down to a perfect ass, which wiggled back and forth in anticipation.

Charlotte lifted Paulette's chin and she smiled up at her as she wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand. "It's your turn, now."

Paulette lay back on the floor, excitement in her eyes as she rested on her elbows and spread her legs. Charlotte brushed her fingers across the girl's pussy and could tell she was still a virgin, her downy blonde hair glistening with excitement.

Paulette nibbled her lower lip in anticipation, anxious to feel Charlotte's tongue returning the favor between her legs. Beside them, Yolande collapsed in front of Jean, panting with exhaustion; she'd already come twice and was completely spent. But Jean wasn't, his cock was still thick and ready - ready to fuck.

Charlotte smiled, showing her teeth. "Come here, peasant. There's one more field you need to plow with that beautiful tool of yours."

Paulette's eyes went wide as she saw Jean coming toward them, his muscles taut and his chest heaving from the pounding he'd just given her guardian, his cock hanging heavy and threatening between his legs.

Charlotte moved beside her and spread her legs farther apart, then grabbed Jean by his cock, using it like a tether as she guided him between the young girl's thighs.

She gave it a few quick pumps, making sure it was primed for the task. "It's time to cure sweet young Paulette of the German vice," she said. "I want you to split this little tease in two."

Paulette's eyes went wide as she clamped her hand over her pussy. "No, I don't want to be cured. Not like that!"

Charlotte laughed. "Ah, ma chérie, I am only teasing, we're not really trying to cure you."

As she gently pulled the girl's hand aside, and lovingly rubbed her virgin pussy with two fingers, she whispered, "We all have the German vice. I am just trying to give you an appreciation of the finer things in life, and believe me," she said, as she let go of Jean's meaty length and let it slap heavily against the soft, milky-white skin of Paulette's belly, "a cock like this is one of the finest."

Paulette's eyes went wide as she looked down at Jean's thick prick, the tip reaching well past her belly button.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I am too afraid."

"Don't be silly," Charlotte said. She rubbed Jean's stiff shaft back and forth across the girl's soft belly, and then motioned for him to move back so she could line the head of his cock up with Paulette's pristine pussy.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Charlotte said, "Don't worry, I'm sure this peasant is very experienced at taking the innocence of young girls just like you. And don't think that, as a simple laborer, he is beneath you. I lost my own virginity to a peasant, a stableman at my father's chateau. He bent me over a bale of hay and had his way with me as punishment for constantly teasing him. These peasants may not know how to fight a revolution, but they definitely know how to fuck."

Charlotte licked her lips in anticipation as she smeared Jean's big cock against the tender folds of the young girl's pussy. With a wicked smile, she whispered, "Oh, this is going to hurt."

Glancing at Jean, she said, "Break her."

"No!" Paulette cried, and went to cover her pussy again.

But Charlotte was ready, seizing her wrists as she pinned her hands behind her head. Looking back at Jean as Paulette squirmed beneath him, trying to get away from the thick cock pressed against her pussy, she said, "What are you waiting for? Split the little bitch in two!"

"Enough!" Josephine shouted as she leapt to her feet. "The girl said no, you will release her immediately!"

"Of course," Charlotte said, stunned by her outburst, "we were just playing a game, just having fun with the girl."

She let go of her wrists, and Paulette scrambled across the floor to hug herself against Yolande, who was slumped against a divan and still trying to recover from the fucking that Jean had given her.

Jean stood and picked up his breeches, but Charlotte stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going, peasant?" she said. "You're not leaving until I'm finished with you. It's my turn now, and if you dare come one second before I tell you to...you'll pay for it!"

Jean took a deep breath, and bent to pull his pants on.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte cried, as he continued to dress, ignoring her. "You're not going anywhere. Not until you earn your payment!"

"I said that's enough, Charlotte!" Josephine said, glaring at her as she shrank beneath her gaze. "He's more than earned his payment and whatever you've promised him will be paid in double...or you will pay for it!"

Charlotte's eyes darted back and forth, her mouth silently moving as she tried to form a protest, but then she slumped to her knees and slowly nodded her agreement. "Yes...Josephine."

Yolande was on the other side of the room helping Paulette, who'd finally calmed down, pull her dress back on. As she straightened it for her, she leaned close and whispered, "Well, was that much more exciting than reading Rousseau!"

* * *

Jean walked down the shoulder of the road, a bundle under his arm.

He heard the carriage approaching but didn't look back or slow down. It passed him, but hadn't gone far before the driver pulled the reins and guided the carriage to a halt on the road ahead. The door swung open.

He walked alongside and saw the hard-looking man he'd seen earlier sitting inside, scowling at him with a pistol across his lap. And then Josephine leaned forward from the other seat.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

He pointed down the road. "A small village between those two hills."

"Get in. I will take you there."

Her bodyguard gave her an incredulous stare. "We cannot, I have my orders!"

She glared back at him. "Your orders come from me. You are mine to command, and I will not tolerate your insolence one more time!"

He ground his teeth and slowly nodded. "My apologies...madame."

Looking down at Jean, she said, "Get in."

He looked up at the man, who was still scowling at him, and said, "Thank you, but I would rather walk."

She fixed him with an imperious stare. "Get in the carriage, now."

He doffed his hat. "My apologies, madame, but I am not yours to command."

Before she could sputter a reply, Jean was already gone, continuing on his way down the side of the road. Less than a minute later, the carriage rumbled past him again. This time he noticed the armed man was sitting on top of the carriage beside the driver, and scowling even worse than before.

The door swung open again and Josephine leaned forward, her expression changed, humbler. "I wish to apologize for the way I spoke to you, I forgot myself. Please accept a ride, as a simple courtesy from one stranger to another."

Jean hesitated, glancing up at the driver and bodyguard, but both of them simply stared straight ahead. Shrugging his shoulders, he climbed inside and shut the door. The vehicle lurched forward as the driver lashed the reins, and Jean braced himself against the seat.

"Merci," he said.

"Je t'en prie," she replied.

As the carriage bounced down the road, she said, "I want to apologize for what happened back there."

"Apologize? For what?"

"For the way those women...humiliated you."

"There is no need to apologize. I was not humiliated. I was paid to do a job and I did it."

"And you feel no shame?"

"You saw what happened. Do you think I am the one who should be ashamed?"

She didn't answer, she just watched him thoughtfully. When she spoke again, she said, "Charlotte paid you double as I instructed?"

"She did."

"How many francs?"

"Francs? This was my payment." He pulled the bundle out from beneath his vest, opening it to reveal two loaves of bread.

"That is it?" she said, astonished. "All you were promised was a single loaf of bread?!"

"If you knew how precious bread is, you would not be so surprised. I need it to feed my children."

She reached into her purse. "Here, let me give you gold instead."

He shook his head. "I cannot eat gold."

"You can use it to buy more bread."

"You think I have no money? There is no bread to be found, madame."

"Well...take it anyway."

He shook his head no.

"Please, do not be proud. Take it for your children."

He shook his head again. "I do not want your gold or your husband's, as I fear it is stained with the blood of my countrymen."

She froze, nervously glancing toward the top of her carriage where her bodyguard still sat, and then whispered, "You know who I am?"

"I do, my Queen."

She sat back, tucking a loose strand of ash blonde hair behind her ear as she smoothed her traveling clothes. "How did you recognize me?"

"I saw you ten years ago. My regiment was marching through Paris on the way to Brest, on our way to fight with the American revolutionaries against the British. You and the King came out to see us and to wish us victory. When I saw my Queen, Marie Antoinette, I thought I was looking upon the most beautiful woman in the world. I could never forget your face."