Catherine was the daughter of a Count in the small country of Transylvania. She was a beautiful blonde of twenty years old. She loved to play the violin, so the Count commissioned Hans to paint her playing. They lived in a secluded castle high in the mountains.
Catherine met Hans at the gate of the castle. She was wearing a peasant dress that was low-cut. Her breasts were large, and her big, round areolas peeked over the top of the dress. Her waist was thin and her ass was firm and round. She was short at 4’11″. Her dark blue eyes were hypnotizing. She had a gorgeous smile with pearly white teeth.
They talked as they walked to the main building of the castle. Once in, Hans stared at her succulent ass as he followed her up six flights of stairs. She showed him to his room, which shared a balcony with hers. She invited Hans to dinner with her and her dad that night.
The staff served dinner at eight o’clock. It was a huge dining room with a long dinner table. The Count sat at one end and Hans at the other. Catherine sat in the middle. Six old servers tended to our needs. Bats fluttered at the windows. A high-collared cape and all-black clothing adorned the Count. His jet-black hair was slicked back, and he sported a sharp widow’s peak above his forehead. Catherine wore a deep red ball gown. She pulled the sleeves down over her shoulders again, exposing some of her areolas. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail. Hans wore a black tuxedo with a grey shirt.
The Count told old stories of war, and Catherine asked her father for uplifting stories, and he just laughed. Catherine talked of her love of music and the violin, and that she wanted nothing of the old world. Hans talked about his travels and his love for painting beautiful women. After a couple of hours, the Count excused himself, and Catherine and Hans walked out onto the veranda.
Catherine played the violin for Hans as they stared into each other’s eyes. The music mesmerized Hans, and he could barely move. Catherine took off her gown and set it on the railing. Her skin was milky white. Her neck was long and her breasts were round and firm. Her pussy was bald, with no hair anywhere.
Hans could not move as Catherine walked to him and undressed him completely. She salivated when she saw his enormous cock. She placed her mouth on his neck and bit down. She could feel his heartbeat in her soul. She released his neck. Two puncture wounds had blood dripping from them. She whispered in his ear, “You belong to me.”
Hans eerily answered back, “Yes, Mistress.” His cock stuck out hard in front of him. She pushed him against the railing and jumped up onto his waist with her legs almost floating in the air.
Her cold breasts and body pressed against him, but her hot, wet pussy slowly slid over his shaft like a perfect-fitting sleeve. Catherine loved the feel of Hans’ cock in her wanting cunt. She vigorously pumped her hips, making his cock slide fully in and out of her. His veiny cock rubbed against her sensitive clit as she fucked him.
Hans shivered as his cock was being massaged by Catherine’s inner walls. He sucked hard and bit each breast with a passion he never felt before. A passion to please and serve.
Catherine shrieked as she climaxed. It echoed into the mountains. Hans exploded into her pussy.
Hans woke up the next morning in his bed. The painting of Cathrine sat on the easel, almost completed. She was wearing a red slip, sitting cross-legged in a chair on his balcony, looking over the lake. She was playing the violin, and you could almost hear her playing. Hans studied his work. It was by far his best work. Hans’s cock was hard.
There was a knock on his door. The butler was summoning him to come to breakfast. Catherine was already sitting in the breakfast nook. She had her hair in a ponytail, and she looked as beautiful as ever. “Hello, my lover. You were quite the stud last night. My moans and screams of ecstasy were loud enough to wake the dead.” She laughed.
Hans kissed her on both cheeks as he sat down. His cock remained hard. “Mmm! Is that for me?” Catherine questioned. She stood up and then knelt in front of Hans. Her hands worked the buttons on his fly. His cock popped out, and she moaned and licked her lips. “Eat your breakfast while I service your cock,” she ordered.
Her tongue circled the head of his cock. She tasted their dried juices from last night. Her mouth engulfed half his length. Hans held her ponytail as he guided her up and down his thick shaft. Her teeth occasionally scraped up his cock. As she sucked him, she took him in deeper. Her lips touched his pubic bone as her throat took all of his manhood. Hans’s eyes rolled up into his head. She pumped his cock furiously with her mouth. Hans knocked over his tea as he spasmed. He arched his back and groaned. The serving staff was watching. The women were cumming in their panties and the men had their cocks out shooting their loads on the floor.
Hans climaxed in Catherine’s mouth. She swallowed most of his seed but saved some in her mouth. She kissed Hans, sharing the rest of his seed with him. He tasted his salty gift and obediently swallowed it.
Catherine’s dress was wet as she had climaxed as well. “I will change into my red slip, and when you finish eating, we can resume painting.”
Hans painted for hours as Catherine played the violin. They received lunch and took a brief break. Hans resumed painting and Catherine resumed playing. Hours had passed, and the sun was setting.
The wind shifted, blowing into the balcony. Hans froze as he smelled Catherine’s womanly aroma. He looked up, and it seemed her eyes were glowing. She stopped playing and spread her legs. She lifted the red slip up to her waist. Hans stared at Catherine’s bare cunt. She spread her labia, exposing her pink entrance.
Her aroma had gotten stronger. Hans crawled on his hands and knees until he nestled his face between her thighs. She pats him on the head and said, “Yes, my pussy beckons you. Service your Mistress.” Catherine said.
Hans feverously licked her pussy. He dove his tongue in deep and then brought it to her clit. He sucked and licked her clit until her thighs almost crushed his head. Catherine shuddered and came. She howled like a wild dog as her fluids poured into his mouth.
She stood up and bent over the rail. “Fuck my ass and fill me with your cum.” She ordered. Hans dropped his pants and grabbed Catherine roughly by the hips. He plunged his full length into her anus in one thrust. Catherine did not flinch. She pushed her ass back to meet each thrust. Her milky white ass turned pink as he fucked her ass hard. Hans grunted and filled her ass with his cum.
Hans was breathing hard from the exertion. Catherine dropped her red slip to the floor. She willed Hans to come to her. They passionately kissed and hugged. Hans raised her leg and inserted his cock into her pussy.. They fucked slowly as they stood on the balcony. Catherine sucked on his neck as he squeezed her firm ass cheeks.
Hans felt light-headed and fell.
Hans woke up in his hotel room in the village. He was under the covers but totally naked. His neck was sore, so he rubbed it. He felt the two puncture wounds that were causing the soreness. Catherine’s cum had matted his pubic hair. He just smiled to himself as he remembered the feeling of being inside Catherine.
