COUNTESS NARCISA
PUBLIC PROFILE
Your husband is Count Rodolfo, a spanish nobleman. He possesses a large estate in southern Spain as well as other plots of land in France and Italy. These places have little vacation villas built on them which you and your husband spend time in on occasion at least three times a year. At the hacienda, your main home, your maids look after the mundane aspects of your life -- cooking, cleaning, etc -- leaving you time to attend the theatre, see various art shows, hold sumptuous parties, and generally enjoy a life of pleasure.
PERSONAL KNOWLEDGE
You are bored. Rudolfo, when he makes love to you (on average about once every two weeks) is not concerned about whether or not you enjoy it or even have your own sexual needs fulfilled; for him it seems to be a sort of "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" type of arrangement.
Consequently, you have a lover. His name is Antonio, a young man you met one day at an art gallery. He was showing some of his paintings of still lifes and nude women and you were struck by the beauty of them. Upon striking up a conversation to discuss purchasing some of his paintings, he invited you to his studio to see some more. That evening you arrived a bit earlier than expected, and found him painting a nude model. You turned to leave but he told you it was all right if you stayed; they were used to a few people watching on occasion. You sat for awhile, gazed upon the naked form of the young woman, then at Antonio, and you realized there was a strange stirring in your bowels, a sensation you had not felt for many years.
Almost as if in a trance, you unlaced your skirts and blouse and let them drop to the floor; then, after undoing your corselette and removing it, you strode naked across the floor and situated yourself next to the nude model who gave you strange looks. But, Antonio allayed her alarm and allowed both of you to sit for another painting. That was the beginning of a sense of release from your boredom. And shortly thereafter you were caught up in a love affair with Antonio.
SEXUAL PREFERENCES
You are a bi-sexual woman. There have been a few occasions when -- not having received enough attention from your husband -- you have found pleasure with one or more of your chambermaids at the same time. As with Antonio, you have kept all your sexual liasons a secret from Rodolfo and, as far as you know, he has no reason to suspect you of having an affair. And Antonio has made a wonderful lover. You remember one time with him...
... He strokes your cheek and, as you kiss deeply, his tongue darts through your lips, meeting and circling your own tongue. Then he slides his lips down your chin to nuzzle in the warmth of your neck. You sigh, whisper his name and run you fingers lightly through his hair.
He moves off the couch, kneels between your legs and kisses his way down to the hollow between your breasts. Your hands reach up, undo the buttons of your blouse. He noses his way beneath the fabric till his lips brush across your nipple. His tongue encircles the tiny bud, his teeth lightly run across it and you feel it harden between his lips.
Now he kisses down your abdomen, pulls your hips forward so you slide towards him. He undoes your skirts, pulls them and your panties down together. The shadows of your pussy beckon to him, the warmth of your sex hidden for a moment in the even darker shadows created by the fire.
He slips your feet out of your skirts and panties and he pushes the clothes to one side.
Your feet and legs now bare, he lifts them up, kisses the soles of your feet, sucks and nibbles on your toes. You giggle, gasping that it tickles, but that it feels so nice and relaxing.
He gazes at you with your soft flesh glowing orange in the light of the fire, your full breasts peeking out from the two separated halves of your blouse.
He puts your feet down, undoes his own shirt. In front of him, you spread your legs wide, run your finger across the soft mound between them, then slip it down between the folds of flesh.
His shirt drops to the floor. He rises, undoes his pants and pushes them down, letting them join your own garments.
You sit up, put your hands on his hips and draw him forward. Your face sifts through the tendrils of his pubic hair, your strong fingers kneading the muscles of his buttocks.
Now your mouth slides up the stalk of his cock, takes it in and sucks on it. His breathing quickens and it seems the fire behind him cannot equal the heat of your bodies. Your mouth slides up and down the length of his shaft and you feel its hardness and thickness within your mouth. Then you run your tongue down to his balls. You suck first one, then the other into your mouth, rolling them gently in the warmth and wetness there.
You rise. He lies on the floor with his head resting against the front of the couch. You turn, face the fire and straddle him, lowering your crotch to his face. He kisses your buttocks, runs his lips through the moistness of your crack, then slides his tongue down to push against your clitoris. His hands reach up and grip your bum, pull it apart to allow him to see the glistening depths of your purplish-pink gash. He runs his tongue down the groove, thrusts deep into the dark recesses and you grind your hips above him, moans and groans issuing from your mouth.
Your cunt moves down his chest and you kneel on the floor. You grip his hard member and steer it into the heated netherworld of your pussy. Up and down you begin to ride him. He reaches from behind, grasps your breasts and squeezes them, feeling, too, the heavy beat of your heart, the rising and falling of your chest in time to the up and down movement of your cunt upon his erect, hard cock. You feel the solid contact of your crotch to his, the slipperiness of your lubricated organs.
He pinches your nipples as you continue to slide on his sex. Your head goes back, your hair brushes his face and chest, and the light from the fire reflects from the glistening sweat of your body.
Your hand goes down, your finger rubs against the hardness of your clitoris, firmer and faster until finally waves of ecstasy ripple through your body. Your cries of enjoyment and fulfillment heighten his own excitement. He calls out your name, thrusts up hard into your cunt and you feel the pulsating shots of hot jism spurt into your engulfing hole...
But your excitement with Antonio is beginning to wane...
PRIVATE AGENDA
You have suggested to Antonio that you want to make love to him right under Rodolfo's nose -- and the maison is just the place to do it.
