Erotic French Whore: Let Them Eat Cake, Part II

Erotic French Whore: Time to continue my slutty French girl adventures at le Comte’s aristocratic château…

As you may recall, I was hired at le château to prance around in a short, provocative version of one of Marie Antoinette’s gowns. I wasn’t alone. There were plenty of other pretty girls in the mix, as well as some (very) handsome men too.

So one night, le Comte de Lafère told us to meet him in the ballroom downstairs at midnight sharp.

We exchanged curious looks but I, especially, couldn’t help but perk up. A midnight rendezvous in the ballroom, with its velvet curtains and crystal chandeliers, paired with my ridiculously sexy costume, sounded deliciously erotic. The notion enveloped me with a playful and sensual aura all at once.

That, and the prospect of showing off my erotic French whore talents moistened my lacy culotte as le Comte told us to stand in a straight line.

Sure enough, the château’s guests, both male and female, attired in lavish garments, entered the ballroom. Their eyes wandered over to us, sizing up our potential. Several men and women looked directly at me. I felt their eyes tracing my white stockings and garters, then lingering around the large perky tits bursting out of my corset. They went through the entire line of girls, whispering to one another while nodding in approval.

One of the gentleman’s wives carried an authentic Venetian mask held on a stick. She lowered the mask and curved her full lips my way into a seductive smile. The intricate gown molding her curves, along with her compelling beauty, stunned me. She stood at the height of about 175 meters, proud like a true queen that had entered the courtroom. She had dark hair, blue eyes, and although she remained idle, I could feel a sexual energy radiating from her that was increasing in frequency.

The couple approached me and introduced themselves as Monsieur and Madame X, then the lady lifted my chin up with her satin glove. The erotic French whore inside me knew exactly how to return her suggestive glance. The more I examined the attractive pair, the more I pictured us rolling around in a luxurious bed upstairs. My breasts began to rise up and down as I breathed in anticipation of my upcoming husband wife group sex encounter.

But I wasn’t the only one eager to offer the guests a slice of my velvety cake.

Soon enough, all of the sexy Marie Antoinettes and Louis the XVIs were approached and paired up with the enigmatic guests.

Surely by now, knowing me as the Erotic French Whore of Phone Sex Kingdom, you realize what happened next?

Let’s just say that the following weeks were absolutely thrilling, to say the least. Every permutation and combination matching the guests and hosts for raw, titillating evenings was very much achieved.

To this day, my time spent at le Comte de Lafère’s château remains one of the most carnal summers of my life, filled with lust and insatiable sexual hunger.

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