0 comments/ 11391 views/ 1 favorites The Chateau By: Lux Necronis Mithrell awoke to find her guardian sitting over her bed, watching her sleep. She was not conscious of her nudity as she peeled back the covers, and only at his sudden lack of speech and coordination did she realize that her maddeningly beautiful curves were apparent to the morning sun, and to his easily embarrassed eyes. She laughed as she threw over herself a white shift, then covered that with a deep black cloak. His uniform was, as always, black silk combat robes and a deep brown quarterstaff, matching his eye color. He knelt before her, and she tousled his hair as she passed, beckoning him to follow her out of the room. He tossed a small pouch of coins to the innkeeper as she passed, and she walked out of the inn and into the village. She asked him if he desired to take a quick detour to the mountain retreat, and his reply, same as always, rang in her ears: "As m'Lady wishes." She turned from the inn to a path leading out of town, through a forest and up the side of a gracious mountain. As she walked, she made small talk with him: ideas for a new cloak, how families were, whether or not he had ever done anything more than try on clothes in a tailor's boutique. She sensed his blush even though she was before him, and his cowl is pulled over his face, and she laughed as her feet clicked against the stones of the dirt path. He replied that he had not, though if he had the right inspiration he would like to try a fitting of his very own. Mithrell laughed again, and continued on to her destination. At the foot of the mountain two bandits dressed in flaming crimson tunics and pants, with bandannas over their faces, brandished swords at her and her guard, threatening her in an odd mix of Basic and Orc... leading them to seriously doubt their intelligence. Her guard immediately stepped forward, his voice a hiss of challenge as the quarterstaff spun lightning fast in the morning light. Both creatures sprang at him, and before she could think to assist her guard, the three was locked in combat. The bandits seemed to know each other well as they strove to hack him into itty bitty bite-sized pieces. But the warrior is not so easily swayed, catching the blades on staff and spinning them away without thought, his motions lithe as water and lethal as a scorpions sting. Suddenly, he cried out in rage. He pressed the assault, first disarming both with a twist of the staff, then unleashing a flurry of blows upon them both. As the cowards turned to try and run, he charged after them, and tripped them with the oaken staff. Before then could react, the staff impaled them both in a less than comfortable place... straight up the ass. He grinned evilly as he spun the staff, sending the two bandits flying in opposite directions over the cliffs that lined the path. He wiped clean the wood and beckoned her ahead. The rest of the trip passed without incident as she walked up the mountain. Finally, as she approached the door of the chalet, she stopped and waited for him to open the door. He swiftly followed her unspoken command, and she could feel his eyes upon her form as she climbed the stairs into the spacious home. As the afternoon passed away she sat and talked, having him fetch various items and watching him perform the tasks dutifully, the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to his skin. Finally, she suggested a spar. she motioned to the two elven short swords crossed above the mantle, and he readily agreed to her having them both against his staff. Her grin is evil as she proposed one final rule to the spar... no clothes allowed. She could see his throat tighten as his cheeks flushed crimson, but he readily agreed nonetheless. She striped her shift off first, allowing her cloak to cover herself, though barely, as his eyes watched her. The twin points of her hardening nipples showed clearly through the black velvet, and the part in front showed the soft folds and smooth flesh of her sex. She saw a stirring in his black combat pants as he first striped himself of his shirt. A little bit round, but nonetheless pleasing to the eye. Then his pants... she had seen him nude before, but never in this state. His skin showed clear and unblemished, lightly muscled. And something else that surprised her... not a strand of hair adorning his entire body. He sensed her questioning gaze and replied that it is easier to move when body hair is not caught up in clothing. He assumed a guards stance: right foot before the left, shoulders angled towards her, staff held at his hip in an overhand-underhand grip... his skin flushed as his cock stood almost straight out from him. She assumed an elven stance, low to the ground, blades held defensively, one high, one low. She knew he did not see the blades, only the soft curves of her full chest, the delicious mounds of flesh moving with her breath. She decided to rectify the situation by striking at his torso. He quickly responded by spinning on his foot, catching the blade and throwing it to the side before striking at her flank. She parried the blow, and the fight began. His arousal only increased as he watched her body flow with the grace of a spring rain, parrying each blow without effort and striking at him with speed. As the fight dragged on, she became more aggressive, forcing him back. She knew she was the better skilled of them both, and she decided it was appropriate to prove it to him again. She pressed the attack, and watched him stumble. Seeing her window of opportunity, she knocked the staff high and slipped behind him, dropping one sword and lifting his chin behind him, pressing the blade to his throat. He did not move, his breathing slightly quickened. "What will you do with me now, m'Lady?" he breathed. She feel his body quiver by the calf that spread his legs, the hard nipples that pressed against his back. "I fancy a bit of swordplay, love," she snickered as the hand that held his head trailed lower, to his hardened cock. She heard him gasp as she took it's hard length in her hand. She stroked it, enjoying the way he gulped and moaned softly, letting her fingers pinch the violet head hard once in a while, to make sure he was still alive. His hands drooped to the knee that rested just underneath his cock, and he began rubbing her thigh and calf gently, his cock throbbing with his heartbeat under her fingers. She released her hold, then pushed him as her leg locked around his, forcing him to bend over at the waist, to catch himself on the table. She slip beneath him and watch his cock a moment, then took it into her mouth. He moaned loudly, enough to startle some birds on the windowsill. He whimpered like a child as her lips stroked around his member, feeling it swell and shiver between her lips. Her fingers find his ass, and she begin kneading it with long fingernails as her head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft. She slipped two fingers into his ass, knowing he would never resist her, and he did not disappoint, moaning as his hips pressed against the invading fingers. She fingered him slowly as she sucked his cock, and suddenly took him all into her mouth. Moaning, she vibrated her throat around the sensitive head of his cock, and she was swiftly rewarded with his generously flowing seed. His hips pumped, pushing the length of flesh into her mouth as it shot it's molten seed in her throat, five spurts, six filling her mouth. She smiled as she let his member slip from her lips, then looked up at him as he looked down at her. She removed her fingers, and licked her lips seductively as she spoke. "Your punishment for loosing..." she let her fingers trail down her body, to her sex... smearing some of its juices on her Venus mound, then flicked her clit with her index finger. He immediately dropped to his knees, his tongue moving straight to the button of her desire, his finger spreading the petals of her sex, probing and searching. His licked her like he knew her body better than she did. His tongue slipped beneath her clit's protective hood to circle the hardening flesh, his fingers splitting inside her sex and pressing up at her g-spot, making she cry out in pleasure. His fingers began pumping within her, his pinkie finding her own nether hole and insinuating it's way inside. Her hands grasped his head, her thighs clenching as he drank of her fluids, then pressed both hands together. He growled in his desire as he split his hands between the middle and ring fingers, then slowly he began to penetrate her...the top fingers slipping inside her wet pussy, the lower fingers, stretching and filling her tight ass. He fucked she with long slow strokes with those fingers, his tongue and lips punishing her clit. She moaned and panted, her hips bucking to the treatment. Soon she could not stand it anymore, and begged to cum... again, he followed her order, sucking her clit hard as he spread his fingers inside her. Her scream of delight ripped through the air, her hands digging into his scalp as her orgasm tore through her like a wild boar, her entire body alight in sweet passionate heat, feeling him slow and stop as her orgasm subsided. As he slipped back up her body, she feel his member pulsing gently against her thigh. She looked into his eyes, very seriously, as she reached down and grasped him, then pulled him to a sitting position. She faced towards him, and gently slid her sex over his throbbing cock, enveloping him in one fluid motion, His hands grabbed her ass and begin kneading it as she wrapped her legs around his back, and his lips and tongue found her left nipple as he helped she slide up and down his member. The pace quickened, to the tempo of her breathing, and his teeth pulled and twisted her nipple, his fingers pinching her ass, lightly, but enough to send waves of pleasure through her. He leaned forward and laid her upon her back, then started driving in her anew, the new angle lifting her hips as he bored into she. For several minutes, all that was heard was her ragged gasps, his grunts of pleasure, and the slapping of her bodies together in a cadence of desire. He pushed hard into her and lifted her back to a sitting position, turning her around so she faced away from him. She feel him pause, then lift her body as if it weighed nothing, withdrawing his cock from her pussy and resting the head against the tight opening of her anus. She moan softly, a sound of desire that told him to continue, and slowly she feel her nether passage being opened, stretched by his member. As he slid fully within her, as she slowly got accustomed to the sensation of being filled, she feel another item pushing apart the lips of her sex, pushing inside her from there. Looking down, she saw a smooth cock of polished ebony wood slowly vanishing inside her moist grasping pussy. Her shivers became uncontrollable as he began rocking, pumping a couple inches of his cock in her ass as the artificial invader began a motion all of it's own. The speed picked up, until she could no longer contain herself. Her hair flying, her breasts bouncing, she threw her head back and screamed as another, more powerful climax ripped her body into shreds of pure fire. Her channels throbbed against their invaders, and she was dimly aware of his cock swelling inside her, then jerking as it sent it's offering of warm sticky seed into her rear, her insides being bathed in a creamy white sheet. As she collapsed upon him, her breathing heavy, she felt him lift her and carried her to her bed. She was just awake enough to realize the sun was setting, and with a soft sigh of content she felt herself emptied. She curled up, perfectly happy, as he slipped into the bed behind her, his strong warmth cradling her close. He kissed her neck, and she drifted off into slumber, the sound of his breathing comforting her. The Chateau Plastics! That was the career advice given to young Ben Braddock by Mr. Robinson in the movie, 'The Graduate'. We don't know if that advice was taken but plastics certainly worked out well for my father. He developed a special polymer that was used in hospitals, the military and NASA, it made him a very rich man but at age sixty he suffered a massive heart attack and died...leaving me, his only offspring, a fortune. I sold the business and now my wife, Claire and I lead a very comfortable and happy life. We're not country club types and hate cocktail parties, our friends have been friends for a long time and we share sexual adventures with some of them. We both have high sex drives and enjoy variety in partners and erotic situations. I gaze across the room and focus on Claire's lovely ass bounce up and down on Wade's erection. Penny sucks my dick and flicks her tongue around the head. They have been friends for years and we are here in Palm Springs for a few days of sexy fun. Two other friends, John and Amy, are scheduled to arrive in about an hour, direct from their trip to France but we just couldn't wait to get started. We're part of a small, select group of couples who enjoy sex with each other and seek out erotic adventures. Palm Springs is an annual event where the six of us spend three days enjoying golf, good food and sexy fun. Claire slides off Wade's lap and takes his cock in her mouth. She's a great cocksucker and after a few minutes he pulls his dick away and stands up, "Gee, Claire you're good, I don't want to shoot my wad before John and Amy get here," he says. The phone rings and Pen picks up and smiles, "Hi John, where are you? Okay, see you and Amy in five minutes." Claire and Pen sit together on the couch, kissing and fondling each other while Wade and I munch on pussy until John and Amy arrive a few minutes later. We spend a wonderful three days together and wave goodbye to Wade and Pen as the taxi whisks them away to catch their early morning flight. John and Amy's flight leaves half an hour after ours that afternoon and while Claire and Amy browse the airport shops John and I go for a beer. We find a booth and John hands me what I thought was a business card from his pocket. "I think this is something you and Claire will appreciate,' he says. I notice immediately that it isn't made of cardboard but of what appears to be gold with a series on numbers engraved on it and I give John a puzzled look. "Yep, it's real," and explains, "That's the reason we were in France, it's the telephone number for The Chateau. It's very private, very exclusive, very erotic and very expensive....a place where dreams come true....a retreat for the sexually enlightened and adventurous....a sort of Disneyland for rich, horny adults. "I'm sold, please, tell more," he has my total attention. John continues, "Have you ever fantasized about watching Claire in a special sexual situation? I'll bet you have, well the Chateau can make that dream come true. Here's how it works; they accept four couples at a time and during your week-long stay each scenario plays out on a stage while the other couples watch and interact. There's a waiting period of about four months during which time they plan and organize the sexual staging but I'm sure they run a background check on you also. I can highly recommend the experience; Amy and I had incredibly erotic time." "Sounds really interesting, thanks John, I'll talk to Claire about it," and slip the gold wafer into my shirt pocket. Bad weather rolled into the northeast resulting in numerous delays and we were exhausted when finally arriving home. We dumped our luggage in the foyer and went straight to bed. The following morning Claire was picking up the clothes we had left scattered about the bedroom floor and the Chateau's calling card falls from my shirt pocket. She picks it up and after scrutinizing it brings it over to the bed where I am still lounging. "Ah yes, forgot about that with all the problems of getting home," and tell her what I know about the Chateau. "Umm, I like the sound of that. Can we go?" she responds immediately. Claire is one horny lady but not prone to making snap decisions. This must have struck a chord. She sees my surprised look and say, "The thought of me satisfying your naughty fantasy while other people watch is making me very wet and besides, I've never been to France." "Let's find out more about it you horny little slut. Come here, I'm going to find out just how wet you are," and I pull her down on top of me. Thierry answers the telephone and introduces himself as the Chateau's Events Director. He takes details and, pending approval, books the week of April 25. I must e-mail or fax my scenario no later than February 6 at which time my application will be finalized. Claire tries to wheedle bits of information from but I give nothing away. We board the Air France jet with a good deal of excitement for what is to come. Clearing customs in Nice is painless and when we emerge into the airport concourse I spot a man in chauffeur's livery holding a card bearing our first names, just as Thierry had promised. So far, so good, I thought as we approach the man, he smiles and says in accented English, "Welcome to Nice, Monsieur, Madam, my name is Maurice." He takes our luggage and leads us to a Lexus SUV. We climb inside and before closing the door he indicates that there is champagne, au d'oeuvres, a television, magazines and an assortment of soft drinks for our enjoyment in the vehicle for the one hour journey. Fifty-four minutes later the SUV comes to a halt and Maurice opens the door. We step out into the courtyard of a large, elegant chateau amidst immaculate grounds and surrounded by lush, forested countryside. It was indeed the beautiful, secluded place John described. We follow Maurice through the impressive front doors and he introduces us to Thierry. "Welcome to The Chateau, I trust you had a pleasant journey?" he says. We answer in the affirmative and he directs us into his spacious office off the main hall where he proceeds to go over the schedule. "As you are aware, for your stay with us you will be housed in separate parts of the Chateau and will come together only during the evening sessions which begin tomorrow. Suggestions will be given to you to enhance your erotic experience and familiarize you with the other guests before the start of a session. Like yourselves the three other couples have no problem with this so there's no need for hesitation on your part. After dinner on your last evening with us there will be a farewell party. I see you have requested your experience be recorded by our professional film crew. This will not interfere with you enjoyment in any way, we have the latest in remote equipment. Only one disc will be produced and it will be given to you before you leave, there are no copies. You will find all the information you require in the booklet on the desk in your room. One more item, all the staff here speak English so communication should not be a problem. Now, are there any questions?" Thierry seems to have covered everything for now and we shake our heads. He speaks briefly on the telephone and within a minute there was a knock on the office door. A young couple enter the office and Thierry introduces them, "This is Marie and Rene, they will be your escorts and guides for your stay with us." We thank Thierry and follow our escorts back to the lobby where they collect our luggage, "This is where you part company for a while," Rene says in perfect English. Claire and I say our farewell with a hug, a kiss and a big smile and I follow Rene down a hallway to the left while Marie leads Claire to the right. My guide gives me a brief history of The Chateau as we ride the elevator to my room and upon arrival hands me a key and a cell phone. "If you need anything at any time, day or night, press this button, I'm just a couple of minutes away. I will be back in an hour to show you around and introduce you to the other male guests, if that's alright Sir?" "Yes, thank you, Rene, that will be fine," I reply and he leaves the room. It was a fine accommodation with ornate mouldings, a huge fireplace and a modern, well-equipped bathroom. I find the itinerary on the desk and thumb through the pages. It includes the first names of the guests and the schedule; Tuesday-Harlan and Angela, Wednesday-William and Liz, Thursday-Perez and Rio, Friday-Cole and Claire. One hour later Rene returns and we tour the male section of the Chateau and a part of the grounds. In the lounge I meet the other male guests. Harlan is about 40, his accent is from somewhere in the southern United States, Louisiana I think. William looks about 35 and speaks with a refined British accent. Perez I guess to be 50, his dark, Latin features give him a suave appearance. Then there's me, who at 53 am likely the eldest of the foursome. I wonder what their wives are like and what these men want to see. We engage in small talk over drinks, no one touches on anything sexual; we're still too new to each other and nervous for that. Nevertheless, I'm sure we're all scrutinizing one another and running potential scenarios through our minds....at least I am. I sleep well and awake feeling zero jet lag at six thirty. After a swim in the indoor pool I breakfast with the other men. Rene arrives and we make our way down a wide staircase and along a corridor to a set of double doors that leads to a large room. At one end there are several large sofas and love seats on elevated areas and around them Large-screen TVs are set at different heights and angles. Curtains hide the stage. "This is where the sessions take place, Sir. I will open the curtains." He steps briefly through a side door and an electric motor clicks in and the curtains open. "The seating is situated so the audience receives the best possible view of the proceedings and the TVs provide close-ups...this way please." I follow Rene through a door to the right into a huge warehouse containing a vast array of props and costumes. "The Chateau employs people of many talents to bring you the finest experience," he says with pride. "You will not be required to use the stairs when you come here again, Sir, there is an elevator." We ride the elevator up and walk past the dining room to the party room. It's equipped with beds, couches, oversize armchairs, sex-swings and mirrors on the walls and ceiling. Rene opens a drawer on a beautiful piece of antique furniture to reveal a large selection of vibrators, dildos, cock rings and other sex aids. It's all very professional and well organized but then the prices were top-drawer so I guess they have to be first class to maintain the clientele. We didn't bump into anyone else on the tour so they must follow a strict schedule to avoid contact. I lunch with the other male guests then we meet with Thierry. He informs us that the evening will begin at seven-thirty. Robes would be provided and our wives will be likewise attired. "It will make interacting with your partner or partners easier," he says in matter of fact manner. After dinner I take a long, hot shower, don the Chateau-crested, royal blue robe and join a nervous Harlan at the elevator. "Hi there, all ready for your big night?" I say cheerfully. He smiles weakly and raises his eyebrows, "I've had a hard-on all day just thinking about tonight." he says. I laugh and tell him he isn't alone and wish him luck. William and Perez arrive and we ride down to stage area. A tense excitement ripples through the air that only increases when the ladies arrive. Claire looks delicious in the short, dark pink robe and I feel my cock stiffen. We kiss and I asked how she's doing. "Very excited and horny, I love this old place and the other girls are lots of fun and horny also," comes her whispered reply. I look over at the others; Liz is about 35, blonde, slim with fine bone structure and shapely legs. Rio is much younger than Perez, about 24, petite; her raven-black hair reaches the mid-point of her back complimenting her sultry Latin features. Her robe is loosely tied and struggles to contain her full breasts. They seem too large for her small frame but are magnificent nevertheless and I find myself hoping they're natural. She catches me gazing and runs her tongue around her lips as she rubs her husband's crotch then gives me a broad smile. I smile back and contemplate the possibilities. Harlan is in a fidgety state as he sits alone, excitement clearly evident in the bulge in his robe. The lights dim and the curtains open revealing a stage-set resembling the inside of a barn. The sound system crackles to life and we hear Thierry's voice. "The year is 1851 and the place is the Baxter Plantation, ten miles south west of Atlanta, Georgia. Angela Baxter has just returned from the city with the plantation manager following the purchase of four slaves. Her husband, Harlan, is in Europe on business and in his absence Angela runs the operation. She has instructed the manager to feed and clean up her new acquisitions then bring them to the barn." A man leads four young black men in their mid-twenties to centre stage and lines them up. They're bare-chested and bare-footed and wear only ragged pants. A woman enters from stage right dressed in period clothes; long, billowy dress to the floor, tight at the waist and bust. She's in her forties, about 5' 6" tall with dark hair tied in a bun. She has an ample figure without being fat and her breasts appear large in spite of their confinement. She stands in front of the men and the manager addresses her. "Here they are, Mrs. Baxter, all spruced up like you said." "Yes, thank you Mr. Morgan. Since Mr. Baxter is away I want to make sure they know the rules and the consequences for disobeying them. I will send them out to the fields when I'm finished with them. You may leave us now, Mr. Morgan." "Yes, Mrs. Baxter," replies Morgan and he exits stage left. Mrs. Baxter surveys her new acquisitions as she smacks a riding crop into her hand. She walks behind them and inspects each one in turn. Her fingertips of one hand trace lightly along their back muscles and across the tops of their pants before returning she faces the again. "While you are here you will be fed and put to useful work, if you misbehave the punishment will be severe. Above all you will do as you are told without question, is that understood?" The men shift uneasily from one foot to the other as they nod and mumble their understanding. "Good, then we shall get along fine." She walks over to the first man and inspects his body. Her hand brushes across his chest, lingering briefly on his nipples then down to his stomach and along his pant line. She finishes her review and stands before them. "Take off your pants," she orders. The men hesitate and look at one another. "Remember, obedience without question," Mrs. Baxter shouts sternly, the crop cracking sharply against her gloved hand. They fumble with their buttons and stand naked in front of their owner. She scans them for a moment or two and mutters, more to herself than the men, "Devlin in Atlanta was right, you are big boys." She stands between the first and second man. Her open mouth and flushed face belied her excitement and she discards her crop. Their considerable endowments hang limply and her hands reach down and move over them. Within a few seconds the cocks are hard and she was strokes two very long black dicks. When satisfied they are as hard as can be she moves to the next two men and achieves identical results. She steps back and admires her handiwork as the dicks pulse with blood and orders the foursome to keep themselves hard. Claire sighs and opens my robe. My cock is rock hard and she begins gently playing with it. She's never been with a black man and is obviously very aroused by the sight on stage. My cock stiffens even more as I imagine a massive black dick pounding her pussy. I reach across to her thighs and she opens her legs, allowing me to feel her aroused, wet pussy. William and Liz have discarded their robes and are fondling each other while Rio wriggles about on her husband's lap. Mrs. Baxter watches her slaves masturbate as she removes her clothes and stands naked in front of them. She had a fine body; large natural tits are crowned with hard, dark nipples and beautiful round ass and a crotch that sport a neatly-trimmed bush of dark hair. She kneels down and motions the men to her and begins to suck and wank the, huge black dicks. Harlan leans back and opens his robe, his hand works feverously on his erection as he stares wild-eyed and red-faced at his wife sucking and masturbating four black cocks. Mrs. Baxter stands and walks over to some bales of straw that are covered with blankets. She lies on her back and spreads her legs wide. "Come and take me, I want to feel your big black dicks inside me," she pants. One slave positions himself over her and plunge his cock unceremoniously into her pussy. "Oh yes, yes, it's so big, fuck...fuck me...fill me with black cock, I need to be fucked hard by black cock," she screams. He obliges, giving her a tremendous fucking while she wanks two men who hold her legs wide apart and slave number four fucks her mouth. The men change positions several times and Mrs. Baxter cries from one climax to the next. They stand around her and masturbate until great loads of semen squirt onto her face, tits and pussy. She lies exhausted and covered with cum and breathlessly orders the men to the fields. They pick up their pants and leave the stage. Harlan throws off his robe and runs towards the stage. He stands between Angela's legs and hurriedly mounts her. He's highly excited and shouts as he screwed her, "You fucking black-cock whore. Fucked by big black dicks, cum all over you, you whore, you fucking black cock slut." He leans forward, kisses her passionately and ejaculates. Claire climbs on to top of me and I look over at Rio and Perez who are screwing in the same position. Rio looks at me and smiles as she rides his cock furiously, her large and, definitely natural tits, bouncing crazily. He holds her ass firmly and pistons into her and unloads amid moans and groans. Rio collapses squashing her tits into his face. I turn the other way and Liz is lying on the couch with her ankles around her ears. William is pumping her at a good pace and just about the time he shoots his wad I spend mine in Claire. I ride the elevator back to my room with the other three other guys and we query Harlan about how his experience. He's still very excited and says he has never seen Angela so horny and has always wanted to watch her getting fucked by blacks and the men from The Chateau were perfect -- young, in-shape and very well endowed. When they get back to the States he will seek more black men for her. As I head down the hall to my room Perez calls out to me, "Cole, a moment of your time please. You may have noticed that my wife has been looking your way quite a lot. She is particularly attracted to older men and is very taken with you and hopes to know you better. Claire is very appealing to me also; perhaps it is destiny that we meet here, yes?" "Perhaps it is Perez," I answer. "Claire did mention that she found you very sexy and was looking forward to the party on Saturday and, needless to say, Rio is a very erotic young lady." We nod and smile then go our separate ways. The following evening, after another superb dinner, I ready myself for the evening. The seven of us stand in front of the stage waiting for Liz to make her entrance. The lights dim and we take our places on the couches and the sound system crackles to life and we hear Thierry's voice. The Chateau "Good evening Madams and Monsieur's, before we begin, please do the following; William, sit with Harlan and Angela, Perez and Rio, sit with Cole and Claire on the big couch." We move obediently and Thierry continues, "The phrase, 'Scarlet Woman,' has long referred to a female who enjoys multiple sex partners and Liz is such a woman. Tonight she will undergo her initiation for membership in 'Club Scarlet', an exclusive club for women." Rio snuggles into me and my cock stiffens as her breasts tumble out of her loosely-tied robe. She looks up and smiles and her hand caresses the inside of my leg. Perez wastes no time either, he pets Claire's knees and she spreads them and his hand snakes along her inner thighs. Angela plays with William's cock while Harlan watches and fondles her breasts, The curtains open to a luxuriously furnished bedroom. A large leather chair sits beside the bed and a large object covered with a sheet stands off to one side. A beautiful young lady enters wearing a black leather corset, stockings, thong and stiletto heels. She holds a thin chain and Liz is attached to it by a leather collar around her neck. Her only other items of clothing are black fishnet stockings a garter belt and heels. For the first time I notice what a stunning woman she really is. In contrast to Rio's openly sexual nature, Liz is sedate, subtly sexual with an underlying aura suggested beneath this exterior reserve a tigress lurked waiting for the opportunity to pounce. Her breasts are not large but firm and beautifully shaped but it is her legs and ass that set her apart, they are simply the best I have ever seen. They reach the centre of the stage and the young lady turns to Liz, "My name is Elise, during your initiation you will not speak or question anything however, outbursts of sexual pleasure are permitted. You can terminate the initiation at any time but may never apply for membership at Club Scarlet again. Do you understand, Liz?" Her breasts heave and she answers, "Yes, I understand." "Tonight William will see you filled by many men. He knows you crave it and only the attention of many will satisfy your lust. Rio jerks me so rapidly I have to calm her down. I don't want to cum just yet; my thoughts are of it in her pussy after her lips have been around it. I pinch one of her nipples to an amazing hardness I notice that Claire has exposed Perez' long cock and is fondling it gently as his hand moves on her crotch. "First I must prepare you," Elise continues, "sit down." Liz sits in the chair and Elise spreads her legs over the arms, lewdly exposing her pussy then reaches beneath the chair and produces a dildo and lubricant. The French girl kneels between Liz's legs and works on her pussy, first with her tongue then the big rubber cock. I look at the TV screen and see Liz squirt as the dildo rams back and forth. Elise removes the dong and applies a generous of lube. She licks Liz's ass then inserts the dildo up her arse. Liz spreads her pussy lips with both hands and squirts over the dildo and Elise's arm. She moans through several minutes of this anal invasion until Elise takes her hands and wraps them around the cock. Liz fuck herself as Elise crosses the stage and wheels the object covered in a sheet to centre stage. With a flourish she removes the covering and reveal a two-dildo fucking machine attached to a leather bench. "Come, Liz," urges Elise and tugs on the chain. Liz removes the dildo and is positioned face down on the bench with her hands and ankles secured to straps on either side forcing her lovely ass high in the air. I want to race on stage and plunge my cock into her and fondle that ass. Rio must sense my excitement and squeezes my erection tightly and rubs a thumb over the head. Elise kneels behind Liz and licks and fingers her pussy and ass. She lubricates both hands and inserts fingers into that great ass and blonde pussy moving them in and out until Liz begins to moan and push back onto them. She removes her fingers and adjusts the machine to align the dildos with Liz's ass and pussy. She presses a button on the remote and the machine begins a slow, rhythmic thrusting. The bench is sectional and long enough for Elise to lie down and Liz can hardly wait to bury her face between the thighs of the French girl. Elise increases the speed of the machine and soon both ladies moan and squeal to a shuddering climax. My cock is ready to burst and I take Rio's hand away; I want to last until after the show and get inside this horny, young thing. "That's enough," gasps Elise, "we must continue the initiation, you are ready." She stands, turns to stage left and calls out, "Come, she's ready." Twenty-four naked men walk onto the stage in double file and line up at the end of the bench. The dildos still piston into Liz and she moves back and forth onto them and only manages to cry, "Ooh, ooh," over and over. Elise removes a section of bench and the first two men step forward and stand just inches from Liz's face. She hands one of the men the machine's remote control then masturbates and sucks them erect. The cocks move to Liz's mouth and Elise turns her attention to the next two men. The first pair moves down on either side of the bench and watches the machine pound relentlessly into Liz. The remote brings the machine to a stop and its removed away. Her restraints are removed and the first man lies on the bench and Liz climbs aboard and slides her well-fucked pussy over his cock. The other man stands behind and enters her ass. Elise works on the other men while cum floods Liz's orifices. Fresh, hard cocks from her mouth replace the spent ones and two more fill her mouth. This is repeated until all the men ejaculate and leave the stage. Liz's hips continue to gyrate; sperm covers the ass and pussy and spills onto the bench. Elise cleans up then clips the chain back to the collar and leads Liz to the bed and she lies on her back. "She's ready for you," Elise calls as she crosses the stage to a door. A man steps out with a huge cock that is already hard and something is tied around his balls. Elise takes hold of it and jerks him as they walk to the bed. Liz opens her legs and he gives her a deep penetrating ride before straddling her chest and jerking off into her mouth. The TV shows a close-up of the pulsing cock and I see it's a little pouch tied in a bow at the base of his shaft. He stuffs his dick into her mouth and says, "Open it." Liz fumbles with the ribbon as the cock fucks her mouth but she finally undoes it and opens the pouch. A plastic card reads, 'Club Scarlet -- Member.' The man withdraws and leaves the stage. In the meantime Elise had brought the fucking machine back to centre stage. She clips the chain back onto Liz's collar and leads her over to it. She takes the membership card and places it on the bench then Liz is restrained again. The dildos are inserted and the machine is set in motion. Elise picks up the card, puts it in Liz's mouth and turns the speed dial on the remote. The curtains close with Liz being fucked hard by a machine and moaning through clenched teeth William groans and splashes sperm over Angela's face as she jerks him to completion. She moves quickly onto Harlan's lap and bounces up and down. Liz's moans can still be heard behind the curtain as the dildos pump into her. Perez stand and his robe falls to the floor, his long, dark cock hard as granite. Claire leans forward and gently encloses two fingers and a thumb around the head and begins to slowly jerk it as she licks the shaft and his heavy balls. Rio and I sat masturbating each other as Perez takes my wife to another couch where she sits on the edge and spreads her legs. Rio's luscious lips envelop my dick and her tongue teases the head. The sexual excitement of the evening, the sight of Claire being fucked and Rio's Lips are bringing to close to ejaculation. I ask her to lay back the same as Claire and I stare at beautiful, tanned body. Her lovely big tits heave with arousal, the dark nipples as hard as my cock and a flat stomach leading down to a gorgeous pussy. It's open with excitement and I spread her labia more and can see her erect clit and vulva. A small triangle of jet black pubic hair completes my horny view. She coos as I probe her wet hole and tease her clit. My feeling of imminent ejaculation has subsided somewhat now my cock is beyond her hands and mouth. She squeezes her nipples as I work on her clit and squeals as I insert two fingers between her legs, she's quite tight despite her wetness. I can wait no longer I have to have my cock inside her. I raise myself up, Rio gazes at my twitching, blood engorged erection with a dreamy-eyed, sensual look and I plunge into her. She's a wild fuck; her muscles grip my cock on the way up and when I drive down the tightness produces incredible sensations. She cums, bathing my cock in a delicious, warm cloud and I fire my sperm as deep inside her as I can get. I'm just about to turn off the light when there's a knock on my door. "Sorry to disturb you, Sir, there is something I need to discuss," Rene says. "As you are aware, tomorrow is the turn of Perez and Rio and they have requested that you take part on stage." I thought for half a second before replying, "Sure, I'd love to." "Very well, Sir, here is what will happen........." I stop Rene as he's about leave, "I'm glad you came by, there's something I want to ask you. Can I add something to my fantasy at this late date?" "If it's not too complicated given time constraints it shouldn't be a problem, what is it Sir?" He assures me it is achievable and despite being excited, I drift off into a good sleep and the following morning I follow my usual routine with a swim before breakfast. Kitchen staff prepared a packed lunch for me because I have plans to explore the area to the south west of the Chateau more extensively. Rene told me the previous evening that during the war the Chateau was used as a brothel for high-ranking Luftwaffe officers. I thought the players had changed but the activity has remained the same -- it's still being used for carnal pleasures. The area had been used as a barracks and supply depot and my intention was to spend the day on a WWII treasure hunt. My search turned up little evidence of war-time activities except for a few shell casings but I thoroughly enjoyed my day. Knowing what was to come that evening I felt, in a strange way, that it had prepared me. Seven men, including myself, and 7 women wait backstage for Thierry to begin this evening's fantasy but Rio is not among us, she will make her appearance a little later. A member of staff informs us that its time to take our places on stage. "Good evening Madams and Monsieur's, tonight we have Cole participating on stage at the request of Perez and Rio. Please do the following; William and Harlan please sit with Claire, Perez please sit with Liz and Angela. Your guides will have mentioned that during WWII the Chateau was used as a brothel by the Germans. Tonight we will recreate a little piece of this history for Perez and Rio. Perez wants to see her with a group of older men, something Rio has a penchant for. The year is 1943; the place is this very Chateau where group of high-ranking officers are relaxing for the evening with their whores. It is the first night for a young whore named Rio and she is about to learn that these men know how to tame and use a feisty, young slut." The curtains open to a scene of German officers; some sit in large leather chairs, a lady on their lap, others stand about and drinking and chatting. To one side a foursome is playing snooker. It's early and the officers are unwinding before getting down to the main reason they are here. I appear to be the youngest among the men, they range in age from about 58 to 70 but all seem very fit and look the part. The ladies are 25-30, attractive and wearing sexy attire of the period, flimsy dresses, stockings and heels. The action on stage heats up as kissing begins and asses and tits are fondled. My whore slides off my lap, unzips me and licks my dick. The two female snooker players are lying on the table; their silk panties being taken off, a couple on the carpet are in a passionate embrace and clothes are coming off at a rapid rate. The man on the floor kneels between the whore's legs and thrusts his huge cock into her. The stage is alive with cocks being sucked and pussies being eaten and fucked. My whore, a gorgeous blonde, sits on my lap and lifts her dress. She pulls her silk panties to one side and guides me into her. I look to the audience and Claire is naked with a cock in each hand, her legs spread wide over William and Harlan's legs. William is kissing her lips and mauling her right breast while Harlan's fingers are between her legs and his mouth on the left breast. Perez is fingering a pussy with each hand while Liz and Angela play with his erection. Rio enters the room arm in arm with a man of about 70. She's dressed in a tight, white silk dress with black nylons and white heels. Her over-made-up face and bright red lipstick make her look very much the tart. He is dressed as a German General and after he hands Rio a glass of wine he gropes her ass and whispers something into her ear. Rio shakes her but the General is undeterred and whispers again in her ear as he rubs his hand up and down her ass. She steps back and throws the wine in the General's face. "No! You can't fuck me in the ass. Fuck you and fuck Hitler," Rio shouts. The room falls silent and everyone's eyes are on the General. An officer passes a handkerchief and he dabs the wine from his face. He can't be embarrassed by this whore in front of his men and her abuse of the Fuhrer is intolerable. Rio has made a terrible mistake and will come to realise what a ruthless man he is. "Hans, Gerhardt, take her over there," he snaps, pointing to the snooker table which is quickly vacated by two naked ladies and officers. "You have the nerve to tell me what I will or will not do, abuse me and our beloved Fuhrer? I will show you who is in charge here you whore." The General orders Hans to the opposite side of the table and Rio's arms are stretched across and held. She is bent over the table face down and two officers are summoned to hold her legs apart. The General grabs the bottom of Rio's dress and tears it up to the waist exposing her silk panties which he then rips away. He roughly mauls her ass pussy. "Now you little slut, this will teach you to insult the German uniform and our leader." His hand crashes down on her bare bottom twenty times. She squirms and cries out, her tanned behind showing a rosy glow. The General orders Gerhardt to lube his fingers and loosen her asshole up. First one, then two fingers invade her ass and jig about until Gerhardt is ordered finger her pussy. The General snatches a snooker cue and applies lubricant to the thick end. "Now, you little whore, you are going to be fucked in the ass." Rio looks back and cries, "Oh please, Sir, not with that, please, not with that." "Be quiet, whore," he snaps and rubs the cue over Rio's anus before forcing it in. Rio screams as the irate General pushes the cue in deeper. Despite Rio's protests and whimpers he reams her ass for several minutes before releasing and wedging the tip on the floor. She is pinned where she stands, the thick end buried up her arse, the tip on the floor and Hans still holding her wrists across the table. The General, red-faced and riled, wipes spittle from his lips and scans the room that remains silent as a grave then turns to Rio. "Every man in this room is going to fuck you. Do you hear me you brazen little tart?" The General says it loud enough for everyone to hear and in a tone that clearly means it's an order. He gaze around the room, zeroes in on me and bellows, "You there, you're first. Come here and bring that whore with you." We stand naked before the General and he glares at my whore, "Get your man hard, and that goes for the rest of you whores. Fuck her pussy first but cum in her asshole, is that clear?" There's a flurry of affirmative murmurs and the women go to work on their men. Rio in her helpless and horny position and the whore's lips on my cock and balls quickly bring me to a full erection. The General slumps in a nearby chair and pours a glass of wine. I stand behind Rio and gently remove the cue from her ass, taking in the intoxicating smell of her perfume. Her ass shines with lubricant and her labia hang loose and open. I caress her pussy and anus and she turns and looks at me. "Umm," she murmurs and runs her tongue rover her full, blood red lips. My whore guides me into Rio's pussy and continues to play with my balls from behind as I thrust frantically back and forth. The whore knows my explosion is near and pulls my cock out. She rubs it against Rio's asshole and I push into her hot, tight hole and within a couple of minutes my semen floods her anus. I withdraw and return to my chair and my whore sits on my lap and I watch as the next couple take their places behind Rio. I glance over to Claire and she is riding on top of William and sucking Harlan's dick as he stands on the couch. Perez, Liz and Angela are still fondling and when I return my gaze towards Rio another man is about to enter her. The last man to fulfill his orders is the big-cocked man 65 I saw screwing on the floor earlier. He steps behind Rio and his young whore masturbates his massive erection. Rio moans as the monster dick forces its way past her labia and into her vagina. The whore removes his cock and can't resist fondling the thick shaft before directing it into Rios cum-soaked rectum. He grunts as he spews his load and his whore jerks the last few drops of semen onto Rio's ass cheeks. The General rises from his chair and orders everyone to leave the room. The cast leave for the back rooms and I make my back into the audience and sit next to Angela. Rio remains spread across the snooker table. Her ass and pussy are smeared with cum and lubrication and the General probes both holes with his fingers. "You're now a proper, well-used little whore and ready for a man of depraved tastes... a man such as I. You will accompany me to Berlin in the morning where I will use you in any way I see fit but tonight now you are filled with the cum of others I have the urge to fuck you myself. Would you like that my filthy little bitch?" "Oh yes General, I'll do anything you ask," "I know you will! Play with yourself while I finish my wine." The General sits in the chair and sips his wine while Rio fingers her pussy and ass. He tires of this and leans over, picks up the cue from the floor. "Use this," he says. Rio holds the cue about a foot from its end and pushes it into her pussy. A hint of a smile finds the corners of the General's mouth as Rio pumps the stick rapidly and squeals to an orgasm. "Good, good! Now your ass, stick it in your ass," he says firmly. Rio removes the cue from her pussy and forces it slowly up her arse. The General puts down his wine glass, unbuttons his pants and exposes a huge erection. He watches the cue stick sliding back and forth in Rio's ass and strokes his cock. Rene had told me about this man the previous evening, he was somewhat of a legend at the Chateau. Friends of Perez and Rio had been here several months ago and had their experience filmed. The General appeared in the film and Perez had made a special request for him. Rio just had to have his cock after seeing him in action with her friend. He was very long and tremendously thick with a large, beautifully shaped head. I'm a confirmed heterosexual but he had the finest cock I had ever seen. Any man would give his left nut to have it. Rio turns and sees it, her eyes widen and she licks her lips as she had done to me earlier. He looks down at his dick and gives a faint nod as if satisfied it is as hard as it can be. He stood and calmly removed his clothes then stepped towards Rio stroking himself. The cue stick is removed and the General lays it across the table. Rio remains bent over and the old man mauls her ass and pussy. The dress hangs in tatters and he rips it further and flings it aside. Next he removes her bra and massages her big tits from behind as his cock lies between her butt cheeks. He spreads her legs to his liking then holds his oversized dick with both hands and nudges it against Rio's pussy lips. The Chateau Rio is so aroused and filled with excitement her legs shake when she feels him about to enter her. She pleads, "Yes, oh my god yes, please, oh, oh god," and her ass moves back to meet his massive cock. The General feeds his cock a bit at a time, teasing her, rubbing it over her clitoris while she squeals and moans for more. He begins to thrust deeper as Rio's pussy adjusts to his girth, she is beside herself with pleasure and bucks wildly onto his giant dick. She's moaning uncontrollably as he fucks with deep penetrating strokes and screams when she climaxes. He withdraws then says, "I'm not finished with you yet my little whore, lie on the table and open your legs." Rio obeys and he steps between her legs laying his cock on her belly. He roughly massages her tits then squeezes them together and sucks and bites her nipples. After taking a close look at her abused ass and pussy he tells her to spread her labia and he eats her pussy with gusto. He pushes his dick into her wet vagina then pulls out after several long thrusts. It's covered with pussy juice and he lines it up with her ass and slowly forces in. Rio yelps and squirms but the General keeps going reaming her ass like never before and finally shoots his load. She props herself up on one elbow and stares at the General giving her trademark slow lick around her lips. He pulls out and jerks the last drops of semen onto her pubic hair. Cum drips from her ass onto the floor and joins that of the other men, including mine. The General picks up the cue stick and Rio takes it in her pussy again. He sits down, pours another glass of wine as Rio pumps her hot, wet vagina vigorously. The stage lights dim and the curtains close. William lies on the floor and Claire squats over him directing his cock into her pussy. She leans forward and Harlan enters her ass and my cock starts to throb in Angela's hand. Perez takes Liz from behind doggy style on the floor beside Claire. I direct Angela onto all fours on the other side of Claire and my dick slides into her hot box. Friday morning! I follow my usual routine but after breakfast go back to my room and relax with the latest Peter Robinson book, another in the Inspector Banks series but can't focus much. Following lunch I go off on another hike accompanied by William. It turns out we share many interests; bird watching, conservation, women dressed in erotic clothing and lingerie to mention but a few. He says Liz enjoys dressing up and showing herself off and is a bit of an exhibitionist, as is Claire. We had much in common, got along well and I was glad of the company, it took me away from dwelling on the evening. Dinner was, as always, excellent and I made my way back to my room with more than a few butterflies flitting about in my stomach. Thierry welcomes us and gives his instructions, "Rio and Liz sit with Cole, Perez sit with Harlan and Angela." We make the requested moves and he continues, "Cole enjoys taking provocative photographs of Claire and she, being somewhat of an exhibitionist, finds posing highly erotic. Cole is an amateur and he has always wanted to have a professional to take progressively raunchy photos of his wife. Charles Daillere is the foremost photographer of adult art in France and tonight Claire will be his model. The curtains open and Charles is checking his cameras as two male and two female assistants fuss with various props and lighting. Satisfied that all is ready, he instructs an assistant to call the model. Claire enters the stage wearing a long raincoat that reaches to the ground. Charles photographs her in several poses then asks her to undo a few buttons at the bottom of the coat. The camera shutter clicks as her black stilettos and fishnet stockings are exposed. More buttons are undone until the coat is fully open. She's wearing a black, micro mini-shirt, so short her bare thighs and garter straps can be seen above the stockings; a white blouse completes the outfit. It's a look I've always found to be most erotic and had asked that she be dressed this way. One of the female assistants removes the raincoat then all four leave the stage and the posing continues. Charles constantly instructs her how to position her body and she follows them perfectly. Claire bends over and touches her toes and we see she is not wearing anything under her skirt, again at my request. Her pussy and backside are exposed to the prying camera lens and Charles takes full advantage. He places her on a step ladder and takes shots concentrating on legs, ass and pussy. She undoes half the buttons of her blouse and her tits fall out ready to be photographed. All the time he tells her how sexy she looks, "What a great ass. Wet your fingers and rub them over your lovely pussy, that's it, spread your lips. First rate tits, push them together and pinch the nipples." He never stops complimenting her and it's having an effect on my wife. She relaxes and her natural bent for exhibitionism takes over. Charles has her lie on a daybed and takes close-ups of her labia lips and clit then moves up to her tits. As he takes full body shots Claire mauls her tits and plays with her pussy. Charles calls for assistance and the two females return to the stage dressed in similar outfits to Claire, white blouses and micro-minis except one is red, the other blue. Fishnet stockings and stiletto heels complete the very horny outfits. They join Claire, kneeling on either side of the daybed. One girl begins kissing and fondling my wife's tits while the other reaches beneath the bed and produces a large rubber cock which she teases into Claire's cunt. Charles clicks furiously from all angles to capturing everything. "Oh, you look great, so horny," his camera focusing on my wife's facial expressions. The rubber cock jackhammers Claire's pussy and the assistant leans forward and tongues her clitoris. The other assistant gives her nipples a final pull and twist then stands and straddles the daybed. She hikes up her mini around her waist and squats down onto Claire's face. It's not long before my wife begins to climax and she pulls the girl's crotch harder onto her mouth and her cries become muffled. Charles calls out again and the two male assistants enter naked and stand on either side of the daybed. Claire reaches up and fondles their cocks to erection. The female assistants kneel and direct their mouths to my wife's nipples. One of the men lowers his dick into Claire's mouth and the other one settles between her legs and mounts her. My wife is fully occupied with the attentions of the foursome when the sound of a doorbell is heard and all activity stops. The assistants scurry behind a screen and Charles places a blanket over Claire and she pulls it up to her chin. "I forgot, that'll be the delivery men with the new sofa and chair," Charles says and makes his way to a door at stage left. "Come in and set them over there by the lights." A large, white leather sofa and chair are carried across the stage by four men and place the items where Charles indicates. They're the same men that fucked Angela and when I saw Claire become so aroused watching I had the idea to include them. It's what I had talked to Rene about when he asked me to take part on stage with Rio. A surge of excitement ran through my body thinking of these young black men with Claire. Liz played with my rock hard cock and balls while I fingered Rio and mouthed her tits. "Thank you, that's very good," the photographer said and the men began to leave. "Don't go," Claire says and the four men stop and look back at her. "Don't go, let them stay Charles." She sweeps the blanket away and spreads her legs in a lewd and obvious invitation. Charles asks if they would like to stay and mind him taking photos. They look questioningly at one another, smile and begin to undress. "This is going to be great, come out everyone," he says excitedly. The assistants come out from behind the screen. The females help the black men undress and begin handling their growing dicks. The male assistants go back to fucking Claire. Charles photographs Claire with the two men as the four black men are led by their big black erections to the bed. The assistant ejaculates, spraying his semen over Claire's pubic hair and stomach. The second assistant takes the first's place freeing up space at my wife's head. Two black dicks vie for possession of her mouth while the other two are masturbated by the female assistants. Charles photographs the second assistants' sperm as it shoots over Claire's pussy lips and the entrance to her vagina. The two male assistants leave the stage and one of the black men takes his place between Claire's legs and rubs his big cock through her cum-splattered bush and over her clit. He then lifts her legs and fixes his mouth over her clitoris. "That's great, let's see your tongue lick the head, yes, yes, it looks fantastic. Open her legs wide - I want to see you biting her clit. Okay, get a big black dick inside her," Charles continues to offer advice and encouragement as he moves about quickly. One of the men being masturbated taps the pussy eater on the shoulder. He looks up and sees the giant erection in the assistant's hand and moves out of the way. The man places his cock on Claire's labia and the assistant kneels beside him. She takes hold of his dick and rubs it back and forth, then spreads my wife's pussy lips wide with both hands and the man smacks his black club onto her clit. It sounds very wet and I know Claire can't wait to feel it inside her. "Keep those pussy lips spread, good, put your cock on the edge of her hole, I want to photograph it going in bit by bit until it's all the way in." Claire sucks in her breath as she feels the head of his thick cock enter her pussy. He gives her an inch at a time, withdraws then gives her more until he is in to his balls. Claire bucks her hips wanting him to fuck her but he remains still and teases her for a while. He lifts Claire's legs over his shoulders and pulls his cock all the way out. It hovers over her open, wet pussy and the assistant rubs it in circles and up and down over Claire's clit. My wife moans loudly, her hands clutch at the bed and a small fountain of pussy juice sprays onto the black cock. The assistant lines the dick up to the gaping vagina and in one motion he sinks to his balls and fucks her with long, strong strokes. She squeals whenever the cock in her mouth allows and she bucks her hips to meet him...it's her first black man and she loves it. The assistants get on their hands and knees on either side of the daybed. They kiss and bite Claire's tits as black cocks enter them from behind. Sperm shoots all over Claire's face and she licks up what she can before taking the cock back into her mouth and milks every drop of cum from it. The cock buried in her pussy empties its cargo and the man removes his cum-soaked dick and moves it to her mouth. One of the men screwing an assistant pulls out and sticks his huge erection into Claire. After several minutes he motions for her to turn over and with her legs spread wide and her ass is high in the air, black fingers work on her pussy and a cock fucks her throat. The fingers are replaced by penis and he drives in hard, his hips making loud noises as they smack against her ass. From time to time he smacks one ass cheek then the other and this spurs Claire to wilder bucking onto his dick. The man she is cock-sucking pulls out and jerks his load in my wife's open mouth and over her face. The man behind her cums on the crack above her ass and it runs down over her anus and onto her pussy. He rubs his dick all through it before sticking it back into her and continues pumping until he softens and slips out. The fourth man lifts Claire to her feet and pulls her close. His cock points upwards against her stomach and she caresses it and his balls with both hands. They kiss passionately and his big black hands squeeze the cheeks of her ass. He removes the cushions from the sofa Claire lies down, opens her legs and fondles her slit. He kneels between her legs and lifts them back causing her pussy to part even more. Her hand grabs his cock guiding him into the open pink gash and through ten minutes of fierce pounding that I feared would destroy her pussy, she moaned to several orgasms and received his semen deep within her vagina. Claire sits back in the chair displaying her cum-soaked pussy and the four black men and two assistants surround her, their fingers and tongues rove over her body and into her pussy. Her hands caress cocks and balls, Charles continues to be a beehive of activity with his camera and the curtains begin to close. The curtains stop half way and open again as the men and assistants leave the stage. Claire still sits in her lewd position on the chair and Charles takes several shots of her. "Play with your pussy, Claire, put your fingers in and fuck yourself." Charles takes this opportunity for close-ups of her fingers in her cum-drenched pussy then Thierry continues, "It's not quite over, Claire. Go to the cushions and straddle over them. Bend over and place your hands on the floor." My wife obeys and waits, exposed at centre stage. A door to the right opens and two midgets run to her. One slides onto the cushions and pulls Claire's head down to his cock while the other one stands behind and eats her ass and pussy. She is so tall in her heels that it's the perfect height for him. It's an extremely erotic to watch these small men with my wife. The close-ups on the TVs show their pudgy fingers mauling her, squeezing her nipples and spreading her ass cheeks. She squats on the cock of the guy on the cushions and the other one bends his knees and pushes his fat cock up her ass. At this point I shoot my load onto my belly and chest and Liz and Rio share the cleaning up. Claire climaxes noisily several times as the pair work in unison fucking her. Cum pumps into her and the curtains close all the way this time with Charles still buzzing about with his camera. Saturday...our last day. The eight of us meet for breakfast and chat about our experiences. Claire and I explore the grounds and she tells me how much she has enjoyed her time at he Chateau and ha a desire for more black men if the opportunity arises. I have a strong belief the opportunity will definitely arise again. I won't dwell on the party; suffice it to say it was a fitting end to our horny time at the Chateau. The four black men, the General, the photographer's assistants and several other men and women welcome us and the party begins. Liz discovers a fondness for black cock. The General's massive rod finds its way into all the ladies as do the black men and several others. To end the night the wives are placed next to each other in sex swings and the General makes an announcement. "There is a tradition at The Chateau for your last sexual encounter here. The ladies are in position, I will now draw the men's names from this tankard and you will take your choice but it may be your wife." William's name is drawn first and he chooses to Rio, I'm next and pick Liz, Harlan takes Claire and Perez, Angela. The others cheer us on as we bang away and when I reach my room, with Claire, I feel totally drained and fall quickly into a deep sleep. Maurice carries our bags to the Lexus as we say our goodbyes to Thierry, Rene and Marie. We breakfasted with the other couples and made our farewells then. Thierry hands me a small package that includes the DVD and Charles's camera memory chip. "I trust you can put this to good use, Sir,' he says and hands me the business card-sized sliver of gold. "I'm sure I can," I reply with a smile and we climb into the SUV for the drive back to the airport. I stare at the dense carpet of cloud below me as the jet heads northwest and ponder how similar the four episodes were; insatiable women being fucked by big cocks and when you get right down to it, that's what most men fantasize about. I imagine Liz lying on the billowy carpet below my window, her lovely legs and ass waiting for my attentions. We're not heading home but to the UK for a few days at the invitation of William and Liz. As I doze off, Liz lifts her ass to meet my tongue, the softness of the cloud carpet outmatched only by Liz's beautiful ass and pussy.