The King in Yellow Chapter Three

MARIE-CLAUDE’S SACRIFICE

Pierre was the first to rise to his feet and signal to Alexandra to bring his coat. “I must use the water closet before I face the night air” he said.

“Why not use this one?” asked Grigori, on cue. Marie-Claude turned her head and regarded him through her thick lashes, gyrating her hips and parting her lips in anticipation as he opened his trousers.

“Why not indeed?” he replied and played a great stream of piss over her body, splashing onto her flanks and stomach and over her heaving breasts to finish on her bared throat and open mouth. Marie-Claude turned her mouth to drink enthusiastically. What she could not catch in her mouth streamed over her face and drenched her hair. Grigori helped Pierre on with his coat and wished him goodnight. The other members began to say their goodbyes; Alexandra hurried to and fro with coats and hats and each of them in turn stood over Marie-Claude to wash the spunk from her pale flesh with torrents of piss. Finally, The Captain and his still-naked wife approached her together. The Captain’s Wife straddled her head and gushed over her while The Captain aimed at her open crotch. His jet drummed on her clit making her squirm and writhe. Both then embraced Grigori as friends and he escorted them up the stairs to the door onto the street.

Alexandra had cleared everything away and mopped the floor; she stood naked with her hands at her sides, eyes downcast, waiting for orders.

“I’ll deal with the visitor and lock up” Grigori told her. “I suppose you want to be paid”? She raised her eyes shyly and, at his nod, dropped quickly to her knees and freed his erection from his trousers. He took her ebony curls in both his hands and guided her head up and down until at last she began to choke and frantically gathered up his spunk in her fingers to be sure of drinking it all.