Before Orlando could offer anymore information, a hush spread over the crowd as the Phantoscope began to whir, then lit up the white sheet in front of them. Violet heard a few people gasp along with her, then a few nervous chuckles when the picture started to play. Under her breath, the maid read the title “Le Coucher de la Mariee,” then looked puzzled at Orlando.
“It means, ‘The Bride’s Dilemma’,” Orlando whispered in Violet’s ear.
“I hope the whole picture isn’t in French.”
Now on the screen were two people, newlyweds, clearly from their somewhat chaste behavior. The husband seemed absolutely besotted with his new wife, he kept pawing at her clothing. He looked as if he were begging her to disrobe, but the wife was bashful. Occasionally, she would push him, gently, away; no doubt how her mother taught her to be on one’s wedding night. The new wife gestured for her husband to go behind the screen so she could undress in private. Some men in the crowd began to whistle as the woman began to remove her many layers of clothing. When the insatiable husband began to peek around the screen for a look, Violet chortled along with the rest of the audience. Each time he tried to catch a glimpse of his wife’s pearly skin, she would shoo him away, much to the watcher’s chagrin. Fortunately, she keep up the demure, little burlesque until she was down to her corset and pantaloons.
“Do you think she’ll get completely undressed?” Violet whispered in Orlando’s ear.
“Is it not scandalous enough for you?” he teased back.
“I would adore being viewed in such a way.”
“To have a room full of men watching you undress?” Orlando seemed more amused than surprised.
“That and maybe more…,” Violet lifted her eyebrows mischievously.
Orlando looked pensive at this while they watched the rest of the film. Violet grew more interested in watching the audience around her. Discreetly as she could, Violet observed from the corner of her eyes, a couple kissing. It seemed the film had aroused their passion, though they were not alone. An older man nearby was rubbing himself, but tried to cover the protruding root with his hat when he caught Violet’s eye. Violet should’ve been scandalized, but instead she winked at the man. The maid thought it would be a lot worse if he had his stubby member out in full view of the ladies present. Then again, she also wondered if this was simply part of the erotic film experience.
Everyone’s eyes were still on the couple enjoying their wedding night together, when Violet felt a new level of boldness overcome her. She gathered the fabric of her skirts between her legs until they felt firm against her aroused rosebud. Violet began to shift herself any way possible to figure out the best move for pleasure. It was not an easy task in a public setting, but that made it all the more enticing to try.
“What are you doing?!” Orlando gasped in her ear.
“Enjoying myself like everyone else,” Violet rasped through gritted teeth, “maybe you should join me.”
Without further discussion, Orlando, roughly, took Violet’s narrow waist in his hands to position her on his lap. The crowd was making such a ruckus over the film now, that no one noticed the two rebels in the very back. Orlando fluffed up Violet’s petticoats, unbuttoned his trousers, and rubbed his firm truncheon against her slippery cunny. Violet bit her lip when she felt the tip of him push against her. Wanting more, Vi spread her legs further to allow all of him inside. She felt Orlando moan into her back, but was prevented from taking him in completely by his strong hands on her hips. The muse tilted her head back to rest against her master’s.
“I know I am not your first choice, Orlando,” Violet spoke softly, “but I could be your inspiration.”
“You already are, Vi.”
“Then make me your muse completely,” Violet begged.
Orlando lessened his grip while Violet began the long descent down the artist’s shaft. Any faster and the maiden would have screamed. Violet squeezed her eyes shut, knocked back the rest of her drink, then began to ride his pole. If she hadn’t already been ruined, there was surely no hope for her cock lane after such a ride. The slight pain she felt subsided as her cunny grew acclimated to the size of its visitor. Orlando already felt close, his member swelling inside her, when Violet noticed the elder’s eyes on her again. His eyes widened as Violet quickened her grinding; he could tell they were joining giblets. When Violet noticed movement under his hat again, she gave him a devilish grin in return. “How exhilarating,” she thought, “to be watched and used purely as an object.” Just as she reached the pinnacle of bliss, Orlando forced her to stand while he pulled out to finish. As the muse caught her breath, she heard her favorite artist grunt his pleasure.
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