French countryside, mid-summer, early 1600's

It was nearing midnight as I sat completely naked in a high-backed chair in total silence and darkness. I again felt the stirring in my loins as I stared at the woman, the object of my desire, that now lies in my bed a few feet away. The moonlight streaming in through the window allows me to she her as she lies on her stomach with her face looking towards me. Her long sandy blonde hair lays sexily on her snowy white back. Her eyes are closed now, but the thought of their emerald green color arouses me more. It is truly a lucky bed that touches the soft handfuls of flesh that have the privileged of being her breasts. Her long shapely legs are spread just enough so that I can see the sandy blonde hair that covers her love hole. Her five foot five body is truly a site to behold. She, Constace DeGaint, has been the object of my desire for some time now. In my mind, I think back over the years to the events that has brought this beautiful eighteen year old creature to lie naked in my bed.

Constance's mother had died giving birth to her. When she was eight, her father, Baron William DeGaint, remarried to a widowed woman with two daughters around the same age as her. Shortly after the marriage, the Baron died, leaving Constance to be raised by her cruel step-mother. For the past ten years, the new Baroness has squandered away her late husband's fortune, allowing the manor to fall into disrepair. Even Constance had been forced to become a servant in her own home.

Three times a week I, the Marquis Gaston DeLongcray, would venture down to the open market to gaze upon Constance as she sold produce from her family estate. It was there that I learned of her difance and willfulness. It was there that I first knew that I had to have, no..., dominate her. The more she sassed me, the more my disire to control and dominate her grew. Then finally, my opportunity came.

It was a little less than two years ago when the Baroness DeGaint came to me, seeking my help. It was agreed that I would pay the yearly taxes and "buy" items of worth from her late husband's estates to help keep her in the lifestyle that she and her daughters were use too. In return, when Constance turned eighteen, she would become mine. The Baroness cared nothing of her step-daughter and only saw her as a problem. Both she and I knew that Constance could not stand the sight of me. The Baroness was pleased at the thought of my marrying Constance bringing her a life time of grief.

Two days before her eighteenth birthday, I made my way to the open market. Half way down the street, I saw her, the object of my desire. I approached Constance, and the other servants, as they restocked the table in which they sold their produce. She was to busy to notice me step up behind her. Lightly grabbing her arm, I bent my five foot ten inch, large frame down and moaned into her ear, "MMM Good morning, Constance."

"Good day, Marquis DeLongcray," she politely said, pulling away from me with her smaller framed body. Oh how her defiante action only made me want her more. Turning around to face me, she forced herself to smile and then asked, "Is there something I can help with?"

"Yes," I answered with a devilish grin, "but it will be a few days before you are able to do anything about it." Once again her defiancey was shown as she said, "Well, if there's nothing that I can help you with today, then I suggest you take your bald head somewhere else."

Once again I grabbed her arm, this time roughly, and pulled her close to me. Whispering into her ear, I said, "I may be bald and more than twice your age, Constance, but I am well endowed in many areas. One of these areas you will soon be feeling between your legs as I lay with you. Soon you will be enjoying my cock between your legs." I released her from my grip and walked on, leaving her in a state of shock.

That night as I undressed for bed, I looked at my forty-five year old body in the mirror. Yes, I was completely bald, but my body well built for my age. My stomach was slightly larger than what is was a few years ago. Twisting the ends of my mustache in to a curl, I looked into my piercing blue eyes. My thick ten inches in which had drove several woman wild with pleasure hand down in front of me. Yes, I indeed was looking forward to dominating Constance.

The day of Constance eighteenth birthday finally came and the Baroness was bursting with joy when I arrived. When called for, Constance came quickly, unaware of what was going on. The look of total shock when my servants grabbed her and threw her into my carriage was priceless.

"Thank you, Baroness," I said. "I now have payment for the money I have given you over the past two years. You are now paid in full and will not recieve any more money from me." It wasn't until then had the Baroness realized that once I had Constance, her steady supply of money would run out. I too then got into the carriage and off we went.

All the way back to my castle, I held Constance tightly in my arms. The feel of finally having her there was almost overwhelming. "Soon Constance," I whispered into her ear, "soon you will fill me in you and you will enjoy it." "Never," she screamed as she tried to get away from me. Soon we arrived at my castle where Constance was escorted and locked into my room. Two of my servants, carrying large trays, followed me up to the master bedroom.

After several minutes of throwing items at me, I finally grabbed her and got her to sit down to eat. I could see that she was growing tired and soon her defiancy would be fade away. After a hearty meal, I made my move on her.

With a firm grip, I stood her up in front of me and turned her around so that she could see us in the large mirror on the opposit end of the room. We both watched as I ran my fingers threw her long sandy blonde hair. "MMM," I moaned. Constance had finally realized the truth of her situation. Tears streamed down her face as she allowed me to fondle her breasts. My hands made their way down her stomach to her womanhood. "Oh, Constance," I whispered into her ear, "I've longed for this for some time now." "Please," she begged. "Please Marquis Delongcray, please let me go." "I can't," I replied. "You are payment in full for your step-mother's greediness."

I unbottoned the back of her dress, finding that the Baroness had not provided her with undergarments that the ladies of standing wore. Constance was, after all, a Baroness by birthrights. Pushing her tatter dress off of her shoulder, I kissed my way from her ear to the tip of her shoulder. Her body shook as moved to the other side and then kissed my way down that side too. My hands moved under her dress and cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. They fit perfectly into my hands; not to big, not to little, but just right. Constance's body slowly defied her and she let out a low moan of pleasure. I smiled at the fact of knowing that she soon would be freely giving herself to me. I then softly kissed my way down her back as I pushed her dress completely down.

"Step out of it and turn around," I commanded. I smiled as she did just what she was told. After tossing the dress aside with her foot, she turned around. Her left hand tried to cover her tits while her right one tried to cover her pussy. Taking hold of her hands and moving them away, I said, "Now Constance, that is much better." I gazed in awe at her full beauty.

"Undress me," I commanded. Again she obeyed. Soon my clothes were removed and I stood before her, stroking my thick ten inches. Taking her by the hand, I told her to kneel before me. Her eyes widened as I commanded her to suck me. "Suck me," I said more forcefully. Her emerald eyes looked up at me as she placed my cock into her mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head as she slowly moved her mouth on me. "Ohhh Contance," I moaned. Placing my hand on the back of her eighteen year old head and I allowed it to sit there as her head bobbed on my thick forty-eight year old shaft for several minutes. Wanting more, I pulled out of her mouth.

Walking her to the bed, I commanded her to lie down and spread her legs. I could see the difance in her eyes as she looked at me. "Lay down and spread your legs," I again demanded. She didn't move. Grabbing her by the arm, I threw her onto the bed. Slowly she spread her legs. Laying my body between them, I sucked on her breasts. "MMM," she moaned as I did. "See Constance," I said as I kissed my way down her stomach, "it feels so much better when you give in." Her love hole was warm and inviting. Spreading her pussy lips apart, I flicked my tongue on her clit, causing it to swell with pleasure. "Oh, Marquis DeLongcray," she moaned as she forced my bald head closer to her. I was enjoying my object of desire's moans as I continued to suck and lick at her swollen clit, bringing to several climaxes before stopping.

Kissing my way back up her stomach, I asked her if she was "ready for my large endowment". I could barely hear her "yes" and demanded a louder one. "Yes," she screamed. "Yes." My ten inches slid into her tight pussy easily. Her pussy fit perfectly around my thick shaft. I was only seven inches into her when I felt her hyman. Pulling out only a few inches, I rammed myself into her. "OWWW," she screamed with pain. I slowly moved in her, lubing myself with her juices. Soon she was moaning, evening wrapping her arms and legs me. Oh, her difancey had been well worth the wait. My rythem, and her moans, increased and for several minutes I pleasured her.

"I want you on top of me," I whispered into her ear. I pulled out and laid next to her on the bed. "Straddle me," I said. She looked at me as if she didn't understand my command. "Straddle me like a man would a horse." Understanding finally, she straddled my cock and slowly pushed herself down on me. "HHHH," she moaned as I slapped and then grabbed her ass, showing her how to ride. I continued to slap and grab at it as she rode. Her moans of pleasure were evidence of her enjoyment of this position and soon she was not just cumming, but cumming hard. After several long minutes, she finally collapsed.

Placing her on her hands and knees, I pushed myself into her. Up to this point, I had let her enjoy herself, but now it was my turn. Grabbing her hair with my right hand, I said, "I told you that you would enjoy my cock between your legs. Do you like it, Constance?" I pushed in hard as I asked the question. "Yes," she wimpered. "I can't hear you," I said, pushing in hard again. "Yes," she screamed. Grabbing her shoulder with my left hand, I rammed my cock into her. I let out a loud groan as my balls exploded, filling her with my cum. Her body shaked from the intense orgaism that she had just had. Laying us on our sides, I held her in my arms as we fell asleep.

It was nearing midnight as I sat...

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