The Debauched Of Antlin 25 Act 2: Agathe Appears +18

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Can a woman produce that much milk?

The Viscount observes with great attention the two b.r.e.a.s.t.s of Rhea being sucked by the suction cups which contract and retract at a rapid rate.

A part of their white skin and their purple and swollen extremities sucked by the milking machine extend more than three inches, until they penetrate the gla.s.s pipe and spit out an abundant white liquid, which disappears in a large hermetically sealed metal vat.

Captivated by the sight of his future wife's soaked udders, the Viscount wildly penetrates her p.u.s.s.y overflowing with juice without even thinking about it.

His powerful arm pushes the alongas deep into the beautiful one who cries with happiness and spits when she wants to talk, until accidentally, he overtakes the preys of her uterus and penetrates it entirely.

In love with the enormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s of Rhea, now completely deformed by the suction cups that pull them forward, the Viscount forgets to carry out his violent back and forth in the lair of the beautiful one.

In her, the monstrous alongas, which is lingering in her p.u.s.s.y and uterus, still vibrates so intensely and wiggles, sometimes from left to right, sometimes from front to back, deforming her small belly which seems about to open in order to let the object of pleasure come out of her body too small to welcome it.

Rhea spent more than an hour to enjoy.

Between this arm which ravaged her p.u.s.s.y but finally only used as a preparation so that she can receive without too much difficulty this thing which makes her lose her head and now this milking machine which excerting an intense suction on her big t.i.ts more sensitive than ever, she doesn't have the strength to fight anymore.

Feeling the alongas still squirming in the hollow of her belly and her distended b.r.e.a.s.t.s penetrating the cold gla.s.s pipe, her eyes close and her head falls forward.

"You useless girl, stop the milking machine immediately. Be convinced that I am certainly even more sorry than you my dear friend, but it would be dangerous for Miss Rhea to continue this little initiation.

I can nevertheless console myself by thinking of all the milk that in her great generosity, your future wife was kind enough to offer me. Such udders can only produce the best of the liquid and know my dear Viscount that the elite of this country would be ready to pay fortunes to acquire the product of Miss Rhea's milking.

If by any chance you would like to engage in this highly lucrative business, I would be happy to milk her two enormous udders without asking you for a copper coin in return."

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I never imagined that sleeping in the arms of another woman could be so pleasant.

To feel her fragility as I explored her wet s.e.x with my fingers. Getting the full measure of her flavour when my lips and tongue tasted her big, erect nipples. To take pleasure in discovering her body arching under my constant a.s.saults. Hearing her moan and see her eyes moisten as we had s.e.x. Then when she fell asleep, feel the soft touch of her two comforting b.r.e.a.s.t.s against my upper back.

"You're leaving already?"

I caress the slightly rounded thighs of my night client, whose eyes, still fogged with fatigue, seem to be begging me to stay.

Her little hand goes in search of mine, but fearing to give in to her morning whim, I quickly get out of this bed where, filled with the pleasure that this mature woman knew how to give me, I c.u.m five times on the mattress.

"Yes, you've paid for one night and time is up."

So as not to waste any more time, I make my way to the rack where my evening gown hangs. Ignoring this beautiful Countess who starts to sulk, I raise my arms and let my satin garment slide over my body.

With my dress on my back, I quickly pull up the thin zipper, then fold the hem to hide it.

I adjust my puffed sleeves, I pull up my bodice which is a little too tight on my two oversized b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and ready to leave this discreet hotel on the edge of the capital, I grab the 13 gold coins placed on the table.

"Agathe, will we have the pleasure to meet again?"

To pay for my academy of chivalry and magic, I started this part-time job four years ago.

Coming from the lower n.o.bility, I couldn't count on my father, a ruined Baron, who to get rich, wanted to marry me to a Viscount 40 years older than me.

Therefore, in order to live freely far from the family lands, I went into exile to the Capital of the Kingdom of Vivin.

But here it is; From the King to the Princes, pa.s.sing by many n.o.bles, powerful merchants, officials, officers and rich men of all kinds, since then, having become a slave to all this gold that was easy to obtain, I have never stopped spreading my thighs and sucking c.o.c.ks.

I no longer want this easy life of debauchery, money, drugs, alcohol in which I partic.i.p.ate in parties during which I let many people enjoy my body.

Yesterday my academy in which I had entered the elite section graduated me.

Certain that my decision to cut all ties with this life and make myself forgotten is the right one, I decided to make a new start in a kingdom where n.o.body knows my past as a luxury wh.o.r.e.

"Take care of yourself, Countess."

I slam the door of the luxury hotel room my client had booked for our lovemaking and sneak out to the stairs.

I'm free at last. After so many sacrifices and swallowing such quant.i.ties of sperm belonging to the elite men of this Kingdom, I can finally say goodbye to this exhausting life.

Tomorrow I'll be another woman. Someone who will be able to look at herself in the mirror without being ashamed of herself.

I won't have to look down anymore when I meet the girls of my academy. In the future, I won't be tempted to accompany the boys to their dormitory for a few gold coins.

To escape from my life, I run through the vast hall with its red-painted walls. Surprised, the doorman rushes to open the door, forgets to greet me and just watched me walk away.

As I had asked him, Berny, my old coachman who has been following me for two years, has already parked my beautiful carriage on the small square in front of this place where libertine couples and husbands who cheat on their wives meet.

In front of my comfortable carriage, my only two guards happily discuss this trip, which exacerbates the adventurer sleeping inside them.

With 4 big trunks full of my most luxurious and s.e.xy outfits for all my luggage, I jump into my vehicle that will lead me toward my future life.

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What job could I do later on? Apart from giving pleasure to others and fighting, I don't know how to do much else.

My choices are really very limited. Maybe adventuring wouldn't be such a bad idea to start with. The great outdoors, the danger, being part of a team made up of simple but nice people with whom I can laugh about anything and everything.

Someone told me that this job brings in very little money.

why should I care? Some of my clients have been so generous with me, that in four years I have become rich enough to spend my days just contemplating the sky if that is my wish.

I thought that seeing Brein disappear, the city where I spent part of my adolescence, would fill me with happiness.

Yet, although I don't understand the reason for it, my eyes get a little wet as my carriage takes me away from the dissolute life I wish so much left behind.