The Baroness And I
Wage Gap in a Couple: the Commoner Boy and the Aristocrat Girl
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###Disclaimer. This is the point of view of a poor boy. In real life, I made love once with an aristocratic girl. Everything else is pure fantasy.
English is not my mother tongue, please forgive my mistakes.
If you have constructive comments I will be happy to read them in the Comments, thank you! ###
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Chapter 1. Introduction in Vagina.
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"Fuck me raw, Thomas! Cum inside my aristocratic womb, you motherfucker! Fill my pussy with your fucking spunk!"
She was a true Baroness, though I was not fully aware then.
From the profanity of the expletives she screamed as she came, I would have thought she was a fisherwoman, no offense to fisherwomen. Rhona, the future heiress to the Baronial title.
That night she was neither drugged nor drunk. Her mind was clear but almost mesmerized by some sexual arousal that I could not have explained. But she was not lying: she was sincere, and she took her orgasm without worrying that a hasty ejaculation from me would interrupt it.
With prescient wisdom, she had given me a good blowjob and made me spurt on her tits a few minutes earlier. That way, she was pretty sure that my erection would take a long time to be saddled, but also a long time to be ridden.
And now she was riding me, not like an elegant Baroness with her legs dignifiedly gathered to the right, but like a vulgar cowgirl, with her thighs spread wide and her big lips obscenely open.
Without bothering to offend my pride, she titillated her clitoris with two fingers, as if my long-lasting penetration into her vagina was not enough without help from her hand. But I was happy, I had cum a few minutes before, and I didn't care.
She was swearing profanities, both in English and in another language I did not recognize. But the tone was easy to understand: she was reaching an intense orgasm, while I was little more than a sex toy under her.
With a feral scream, she stiffened, contracting her pussy muscles in the last spasm. Then she fainted, collapsing with all her weight on top of me. If she had hit my nose with the bone of her forehead, it would have brought ropes and ropes of blood from my nostrils. Instead, I don't know how she managed to fall on the side of my neck.
Ropes of cum filled her inert womb.
In retrospect, I could almost have said that at that moment she had raped me, even though I was consenting. I promised to talk to her about it more when she woke up. At that moment I didn't know that we would talk about other things in the morning.
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Chapter 2. Baronial breakfast.
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The miraculous smell of fresh coffee made me wake up in the sweetest, most relaxed way.
I opened my eyes, imagining I saw my Baroness in front of me.
Instead, I saw a mature woman wearing a maid's uniform, very elegant, red and purple with a tie.
"Good morning, Sir. The Baroness is temporarily in the bathroom. She asked me to wait for you to wake up. Coffee, tea, any other information from me?"
"Wait, what?"
"The Baroness told me that you are a student from the Continent, and I believe... 'papist', so I guess the choice is towards espresso, am I wrong Sir?"
"Unsweetened espresso without milk, of course," I replied mechanically.
At that moment my lover appeared. She was naked, carelessly wiping a wrist, not caring about the mature maid who might have looked at her disapprovingly.
I was a complete virgin. Not a virgin in sex, but in digesting the behavior that aristocrats exhibit in front of servants.
She understood that I was embarrassed and then decided to help me.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about Maud here. You were my Nurse when I was a child, and you have seen me naked a thousand times, haven't you Maud?"
"Yes young Baroness," said Maud without any irony. It seemed natural to everyone that a grown woman would address my girlfriend in that tone.
I looked around the room. It looked like the set of an episode of Downtown Abbey, but it was all real. The silk sheets, the paintings hanging on the walls, the wooden paneling glued to the wall.
I vaguely remembered that we had arrived by taxi the night before. Maybe she had paid for it? Then we had climbed the stairs and all I remembered was a blowjob and a shag. But I hadn't paid attention to the furniture, I was too excited.
Now I was trying to figure out where I had ended up.
The coffee cup was real Chinese porcelain.
The naked Baroness, wearing only thin slippers, noticed that I was staring at the cup and joked: 'Yes, it's real 17th-century Chinese porcelain. No, you don't need to be intimidated by a piece of clay fired twice. Yes, it costs more than your salary. No, you don't have to pay even if you break it, I have a full set for 24 down in the kitchen. Anyway, this cup won't break, it survived the French Revolution, and two world wars, and it's certainly not afraid of you. Drink it without fear."
She moved closer to me. Her nipples were fragrant and erect. The nurse looked away.
The Baroness murmured in my ear: "What flavor do you want in your mouth in the morning? Coffee, tea, or me?"
I chuckled embarrassed. "But there's your nurse..."
"Who cares?"
"I care! I can't have sex in front of a lady I don't know!"
"Oh! What a funny thing: my parents did it very often. All right. Maud, you are dismissed, thank you. If we need you you'll hear the doorbell ring, wait in the kitchen downstairs."
Dismissed, the Nurse slowly exited, while the Baroness spread her legs to position herself in a fragrant facesitting that would give new meaning to my morning wood.
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Chapter 3 - the Baronial Contract.
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Once again she emptied my testicles with a first-rate blowjob. The year '69 was not only a good year for champagne.
By facesitting, she was exposing either rosebud or shaved pussy to my tongue. She had just returned from the bathroom and was perfumed and clean. While I licked and sucked what she proposed by rocking my pelvis back and forth (anus, perineum, pussy, clitoris, and then the same stages back again), she reserved her full Baronale attention for my hard cock.
"You know the best way to soothe an uptight cock from Morning Wood? You have to give him the Tennessee treatment. Hawk Tuah! You have to spit on that THANG!" said the Baroness, laughing with glee.
I was aroused by the smell of her pussy and the convulsive reactions of her clitoris. And the shower of saliva on my hard cock heralded a sloppy and wet blowjob.