A European Queen

Chapter 5

A real love and a strong lover.

"Don't I have to clean this loveseat first?"

Madeleine smiled at her and nodded before saying, "Yes you do," She stopped toying with her riding crop and held out a hand to help her up. Corrine took hold of her hand as she sat up. "There is a cleaning cloth behind the bar," She said using her riding crop as a pointer. "Once you are done I will send Francis over to you,"

Corrine nodded and raised her head just as her tutor was about to walk off. "Madeleine, can I ask you something?"

She stopped and moved in closer to her. Corrine asked in a quiet voice and a soft tone. "Who is that French woman?"

Madeleine smiled back at her, "Caught your attention, has she? That my sweet thing is Claudette. A word of warning, she plays rough,"

Corrine reached out and touched her arm, Madeleine stopped and waited. "And the older woman next to Betty?"

She smiled, "Her name is Margaret Fleming, and she is married by the way so even more dangerous. You do pick them, don't you Corrine," This time she walked away to join Peggy and Betty with some others.

Corrine picked up her maid's outfit and decided not to bother with trying to get back into it at that moment. She ventured off to the small bar in search of the cleaning cloth. She was squatted down behind the bar out of sight, and overheard a conversation between several women. "She is so hot but such a sassy bitch according to Franny, she nearly broke her arm,"..... "The young ones are all the same, fucking anything on two legs because they can and they think it will never end, poor luv has a shock coming to her I reckon,".... "I think she would be nice once you get to know her,"...... "Maddy is smitten by her and she doesn't give her the time of day,"...... A selfish bitch if you ask me, all the young ones are the same,".... "I thought they were a couple, haven't they been together for 3 months or something?" Whoever they were had wandered off as the conversations ceased. Corrine stayed there a while longer, thinking about what she had heard.

Maddy was smitten with her, 'no way' she thought. She hadn't even flirted with her or shown any signs of romance, they talked about it, for what 2 minutes over 3 months, were they even that close? I mean apart from one brief session, they were not even lovers, and I'm certainly not going to play out as being a submissive type just so she could get her thrills, hell no. All those thoughts ran through her head in a milli-second.

She stood up walked back to the loveseat and began to wipe the seat down, most of Michelle's juices had dried up and she was lost deep in thought, not seeing who was approaching.

"Hello there," A voice said but it was her perfume, or was it an aftershave, that Corrine recognised before she looked up and saw the elderly woman sit down next to her on the loveseat. She rested her hands in her lap. Corrine stopped what she was doing and looked at her hands and then up to her face.

"What is it you are wearing, the perfume I mean?" She asked.

"It's aftershave, 'Old Spice', my husbands," Came the reply.

"I was told you were married and that it would be dangerous to mix with you," Corrine continued a smile on her lips.

"Good lord, who would say such a thing?" She asked. Then rested a hand on Corrine's thigh, not in a suggestive way but more along the lines of sending a reassuring message. "I'm many things Corrine, being dangerous is not one of them,"

"I think they were referring to you being a married woman, not dangerous, dangerous if you get what I mean,"

"I do, and he lives and works in Singapore. We are married yes, but not in the traditional sense, not living together. It seems being married suits his purposes and it is convenient for me too," She told her. The look on her face was one of sadness or maybe it was loneliness, Corrine wasn't sure. She smiled at her.

"Corrine, I know you don't know me at all, but I'd like to take you to lunch or dinner sometime, just to talk mind you," She said to her, while she rubbed her thigh.

Corrine looked down at her hand rubbing her thigh. "Are you sure it is only to talk?"

The woman followed Corrine gaze to her thigh and stopped immediately apologising profusely. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to imply otherwise or anything," She said stumbling over her words. Blushing.

Corrine smiled back at her and took hold of her hand. And held it while telling her, "I'm not going to change into something I'm not. And I'm not submissive,"

"Good, because I'm no Domme,"

"Really. Then why are you here?"

"I enjoy dressing as I am, I don't get judged here," She stood up and Corrine let go of her hand. The older woman then suggested, "There's one thing I hope I can change in you," She told Corrine.

"And what's that?"

"That one woman is enough for you," She smiled and then turned and walked away. Margaret caught Francis walking towards Corrine and stopped her by grabbing hold of her arm.

"If you hurt her, you'll answer to me," The fire in her eyes reinforced the message to the gruff woman who was going to get Corrine all alone.

Francis looked down her nose at the elegant woman in a cardigan, smiled weakly in reply, nodded ever so slightly, and then told her. "Don't let your heart get in the way of a good time Mags," She pulled her arm free with a sudden jerk and walked on.

Corrine had watched the interaction between them but not hearing what was said. She waited until the woman was closer to her before standing to meet her. She stopped no more than three feet away from Corrine and with a wicked smile looked her up and down.

"You look better naked than in that little maid's outfit," she was told.

"Do I," Came her reply, sarcastically. Not wanting to give her any idea that she was going to enjoy this encounter.

The older woman laughed at her and held out a hand to her. Corrine looked at it and initially ignored it. Francis insisted, thrusting her hand closer to her. Reluctantly, Corrine took hold of her hand. The roughness of her hand and her thick fingers sent shudders through her. But Francis held onto her and just stood there holding her hand, using a thumb to stroke the back of it. They were long slow strokes, not hurtful or hard. She took a step closer to her. Corrine readied herself in case she had to take evasive action. Her legs parted not in a sexual way, but one in front of the other, and her knees slightly bent. If needed she could throw Francis over her hip and wrench her arm from its socket. She would do that without flinching or without thought of the consequences.

"Corrine, relax darling, I'm not going to hurt you," Francis told her.

"You have already once tonight," She was told. Corrine's tone was hard and direct.

"Don't pretend you were offended; from what I hear you offer it to whoever asks for it. I just took it before it was offered. Now come with me, I have something I want to show you, and stop your sulking and this silly nonsense," With those last words she started to walk towards the fireplace. Corrine followed or was led by her hand.

She couldn't make out where they were headed, it was only when they got to the edge of the fireplace did Corrine saw the small narrow door. The dark-coloured woodwork and door frame plus the poor lighting had made the door almost invisible unless you knew it was there or you came across it by accident. Francis opened it and the room before them was in total darkness. Corrine hesitated for a brief second as Francis stated, "Wait here I'll turn a light on,"

She heard her shuffling around in the dark banging into things and cursing, then a small wall lamp came on. It was barely enough to light the room, but it was better than the darkness thought Corrine.

The room wasn't small, half the size of the games room which made it a large size room. It was a dungeon, in the sense of that word used by those who enjoy the BDSM genre of sex, pain, pleasure, and just ordinary kinky types.

Corrine stopped where she was. Not moving, letting her eyes take it all in. She was shaking her head as Francis walked towards her.

"Don't worry, I am not going to ask you to part take in the joys of pain," She moved past her and closed the door. Then came back and looked at the young woman.

Corrine Myers was scared. Even though she knew she could protect herself, there was something about being alone with a stranger in a dungeon-type room.

She took a deep breath and asked quietly. "What are you going to do to me?"

Francis moved to confront her face to face, she moved in very close. "I know that I'm not an attractive woman but looks are only skin deep. In time your good looks will fade too," She said as her eyes dropped, taking in her pert tits and fluffy mound. "I want to hold you, close. Dance with you, an old-fashioned waltz. I want to kiss you and feel your body. Then if you want, I want to use this on you," And with those words, she took Corrine's hand and rested it on her groin. She was wearing under her trousers; a harness and it had a six-inch dildo strapped upwards to her overhanging belly.

Corrine's eyes widened and she smiled. "I have never been on the end of one,"

"Surely you have used a vibrator at some time?" She asked.

Corrine nodded and said, "Yeah but that was only me and more on my clit," She replied.

"I promise to be gentle, and we can do it slowly, at your pace. You will love it I promise, please," She was pleading as she asked.

Corrine smiled

Corrine thought back to the woman who had grabbed her when ordering her Port and wondered where she was now, hidden away behind this old woman's façade but more importantly, why did she put on such a show in front of everyone?

Corrine put her arms over the older woman's shoulders and began to sway. "Hold me and teach me to waltz," It was more to be held than anything else as she was starting to feel a chill now they were away from the fire.

"Let me put some music on and then I shall teach you," Francis went over to a wooden box in the corner of the room, she opened the lid and turned a dial and the machine lit up. Corrine knew immediately what it was, just like her grandparent's stereo unit. Francis searched for some music, in a nearby cabinet, opening a glass door she flicked through some LP Albums and finally found what she was looking for.

She set it on the player and lowered the arm onto the first track. Glenn Miller and his Swing Band and as soon as the opening notes of Moonlight Serenade came from the stereogram Corrine openly smiled and moved her hips and held her arms out asking for Francis to come to her.

Francis looked surprised that she moved so well and in time. She had been told that she didn't consider herself to be musically inclined, even though she loved music from a bygone era.

Francis moved into her arms and pulled her in even closer. Corrine didn't know how to waltz but after a few stepping-on-toes moments, she quickly picked up that if she followed Francis's feet she wouldn't get any broken toes. She followed Francis's lead and felt the phallic symbol pushing into her womanly body, she took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling.

It felt quite absurd, she being naked and dancing with an older woman, dressed as a man, wearing a strap-on which she knew she was going to be fucked with later on. Francis kept her close, looking into her eyes as the music continued. As the first track was coming to an end, she leaned in and pulled Corrine into a kiss a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring the young woman's mouth. They moaned in unison and Francis dropped her hand to feel the furry mound of the gorgeous young woman. This time Corrine welcomed the attention and pushed her body onto her hand.

Francis smiled at her and slowly led her to a small bench and turned her around, bending her over she used her knee to open her legs, as she unbuttoned her trousers, she ensure the young girl was adequately moist and took hold of her slim 6" dildo and adjusted her harness, making certain that her button was being made contact with as she started to slowly slide the silicone fake penis in between her womanly folds.

Corrine moaned and bent further forward a little at a time, raising her backside, and with a suddenness Francis slipped into her in one movement. Placing her hands on her slim hips, she pulled Corrine back further to ensure her pearl was also being attended to.

Corrine moaned once more and said in a squeaky voice, "Oh fuck yeah,"

Francis could feel the nib on the end of her toy, pressing onto her pearl and she was getting the dildo to rub firmly onto her most sensitive of spots. She moved and made sure the contact was just as she needed it to be. She forgot her promise to go slow and gentle and steadily increased her speed and pressure. Corrine was feeling the silicone toy bury deeper into her, deeper than anything had gone before. Corrine's mound was being pushed against the edge of the bench, and her clit was being forced back and forth over the edge of the lip. There was both pleasure and pain, her climatic build-up was racing for her opening. She clung onto the bench top and screamed in tune as she rode each thrust that Francis pounded into her, her body felt weak as her orgasm raced to its conclusion. Her nipples, she was certain had dug a trench into the wooded bench top as they felt on fire, and bordering on painful with each stroke, each pushing movement of her body sent an electric shock to her groin.

Francis came soon suddenly and forcefully and then collapsed on her back. Panting, as her juices stained her trousers, she just lay there in total joy and exhaustion.

Corrine couldn't move, the dead weight of Francis on her, made her feel totally imprisoned but completely sated. She heard Francis laugh, she heard her panting, still. Trying to catch her breath.

She then whispered into her ear, "You were fantastic my sweet young thing. How I wish I could have you like this every time,"

Corrine lay there, feeling both fulfilled and empty. Her nipples were red raw, her innards felt battered and bruised. She had just had the most fulfilling sexual encounter she could have thought of. Her orgasm was so intense that her womanhood ached, wanting more.

"Francis," She asked, "Do all you women use those toys like that?"

Francis laughed and started to cough as she pushed herself up off of the young girl. "I don't know, if you enjoyed it so much, why not let us two make it a regular thing?" Standing up she admired the naked young woman. Watching her laying there on the bench, not moving. She moved up closer to her taking hold of her backside, and massaging her cheeks. "Next time sweetie, we should explore your rosebud, it is twice as much fun," As she said it her thumbs pushed up against it but did not penetrate her. Corrine stiffened up.

"Maybe," she replied.

"Now I need a cigar and your pipe-smoking friend wants to hear if you are still in one piece. You should get a bottle of water and relax my love. Then tell her I was the best fuck of your young life," She bent down and nuzzled her neck, and gently fingered her pink star. Corrine felt uncomfortable but was too contented to object. But she did stiffen up once again. Francis realised it and relaxed her grip on her backside and whispered, "Next time," She ran her hands over the two tight cheeks and patted them. Smiling to herself she knew she would be envied on her return to the games room. She checked her wristwatch and saw that her thirty minutes were about to expire.

Corrine turned over and leaned up against the bench eyeing the woman, dressed as a man, her donga still exposed and a wet mark around it. "You're a strange woman Francis. Rough but gentle, and a smooth talker," She told her with a smile on her face. "Tell me why did you handle me so roughly out there?"

Francis had taken a cotton hanky from her pocket and was wiping her dildo down and placing it back into her trousers securing it back into place, before buttoning up her fly.

She folded the hanky and looked at Corrine. "You looked so adorable I just had to get my hands on you. It surprised me when you turned it against me, and that quick arm lock you put me in well I knew then I had to have you. I like your spirit, you have a bit of fire about you and are so young to boot. You will make some woman extremely happy when you meet her,"

"Not you then," Corrine asked.

"Good lord no, look at us. I am three times your age plus some. I'm not exactly in my prime and not someone you would turn to look at. While you, on the other hand, will have every gay woman chasing after you, once it is known you are free and easy with your womanly charms,"

Corrine laughed before saying, "You make me sound like I am some kind of slut or something,"

"Says the girl who is naked in a room with a complete stranger who you know nothing about," Francis was smiling back at her as she approached her. "What would you call you then, if not a slut?"

Corrine dropped her head, almost feeling ashamed of herself, before gathering her thoughts and lifting her head and her spirits by saying. "I call myself a person who enjoys sex, is that something I should be ashamed of?"

Francis was now standing right in front of her, she held onto her hands at her side before saying, "No, absolutely nothing wrong with that. Like I said before, I like that spirit you have, you have a fire inside of you. Don't lose it," She moved forward and planted a soft passionate kiss on her lips. Corrine welcomed the kiss and threw her arms around her neck, pulling the older woman into her. They both moaned once again.

They broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Corrine wasn't sure what she saw, a kind of sadness maybe a lifetime of lost lovers, loneliness or maybe it was emptiness.

Francis looked into the younger woman's eyes and saw hope, a carefree life, and dreams.

"We need to get back to the games room, and make certain you go and say hello to Margaret. She was worried I might hurt you. She couldn't care less that you might hurt me," She was laughing as she said it. Corrine took hold of her hand and squeezed it.

"I like you too. In case you were wondering,"

"Thank you, I was kind of hoping you would, and not only because I gave you the best time of your short life,"

"That might have had something to do with it but not everything," Corrine replied while giving her a sideways glance.

Francis stopped and looked at her. "Really. So you see more than just pretty faces and young bodies?"

Corrine just smiled at her and went to open the concealed door. Francis pulled her back took her in her arms and kissed her. Then it was Francis who opened the door for her.