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“Count Carlos, I will not sleep at night thinking of the next time your cock fills my mouth with your delicious man cream. Please make your cock available to me soon.”

It was not just men, but don’t get the wrong idea. “Mademoiselle Beauregard-Wilmotte, at my age, I no longer have the interest or energy to please Duke Marcus, but he is still randy. Our home in the Austrian Alps will be vacant next weekend. The Duke would love a visitor with the fame you are known for.”

She blushed.

The Duke admitted that it had been years and years. “The Duchess insists we sleep in different rooms. I haven’t seen a woman in ages. He meant a naked woman. Can I see your titties and your pussy?”

She complied.

“You are lovely.”

“Your Highness, standing here in front of you naked is awkward. Please let me help you out of your pants. I’m sure the Duchess told you what I enjoy.”

Later Duke Marcus admitted that it had been more than three decades since he’d had a blowjob. “Mademoiselle, it’s been also three decade since the Duchess allowed me to fuck her.”

It was only on the rarest occasions did Elvira allow a man to mount her. She felt sorry for the old man. He didn’t last too long. Before she left, Mademoiselle Beauregard-Wilmotte gave him another blowjob.

Two weeks later, Elvira received a thank you note from the Duchess. “Mademoiselle, I can’t thank you enough for giving the Duke a thrill. Numerous thrills if he’s being honest with me. He has the biggest smile on his face. Please accept this small token of my appreciation.”

The Duchess had transferred ten shares of some obscure American company called Apple to her. The year was 1985. It was worth pennies. She forgot about those shares.

The first time a man’s tongue tasted her was a revelation. His name was Crown Prince Ludwig of some small principality which had been absorbed by German unification.

Ludwig was in his seventies. Try as she might, no matter what Elvira did, the Crown Prince’s cock wouldn’t respond, if you know what I mean. That had never happened to her before. “Mademoiselle, at my age, I suspect the only thing that will get my blood boiling is a taste of your young pussy.”

Although she’d never experienced such a thing, she’d heard and read that some men were interested.

The other thing was that with all the men she’d been with to this point in her life, few had seen her naked.

She always wore expensive, sexy negligees which emphasized her assets, but her primary asset was her striking red lips. Lips, which on reputation alone had a man hard. She had a second unseen asset known only to those men she was intimate with: Madame had stamina. By that I mean she could suck all night.

For Crown Prince Ludwig. Elvira reluctantly took off her lingerie; nervously, got on her back with her legs spread. “Your Highness, my pussy is all yours.” She was twenty-two.

It was an experience like no other. Elvira loved it and hated it at the same time. She loved the feeling as orgasms swept over her, more than once. She hated the idea of losing control. Ludwig could have demanded anything from her and she would have acquiesced.

It did make his blood rise, and his cock. After she’d finished, and at his age once was enough, Elvira admitted to herself that she’d never given a blowjob that good.

A few months later when he asked to see her again, she hadn’t forgotten. Before coming to his bed, she’d secured a Ludwig family-owned flat in Paris.

As she got in bed, “Your Highness, the last time we were together, your tongue and my pussy had the most marvelous time together, I hope it was as thrilling for you as it was for me.” The negligee came off and she was on her back and the Crown Prince’s face was soon in her bush.

“Oooooh Your Highness, ooooh Your Highness. It’s all yours but let me remind you that my lips are anxious for your cock, too.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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