Tale as Old as Time – Part I

It was another warm, Summer’s day in a small, provincial town. People were already up and about doing their daily chores and duties. Nothing seemed very special about that day, or out of the ordinary. Nothing was abnormal – or more abnormal than the usual.

The town’s watering hole, owned and managed by a handsome, elligible bachelor named Garçon, was temporarily serving as a social meeting between the manager, his friends, and the three prostitutes who worked for him.

“You know what day it is today, right Garçon ?” Asked his right hand man. No one called him by his real name, just Le Fou. Garçon grinned, knowing exactly what day it was.

“It’s Sunday, fool,” shouted René from the bar.

“I know that, whore,” Le Fou replied. “But it’s not just any Sunday. It’s-”

“Belle’s birthday!” Garçon cheered as he stood from his massive chair.

“Big deal,” said René. “What’s so soecial about this birthday? She has one every year.”

“But today is her eighteenth birthday,” Marie said. “So she is finally elligible for marriage.”

“Her father only said eighteen because he believed you’d lose interest from waiting,” René said.

Garçon rolled his eyes. “But I didn’t. And today is the day.”

“But-”

“But what, Le Fou?” Garçon snapped.

“But she won’t have anything to do with you. She thinks you’re too vulgar. Too intimidating. She’s a romantic, Garçon. She reads books and daydreams in the meadow behind her house. She wants orince charming not the pub owner.”

René, Marie and Nicole nodded in agreement.

Garçon sat with his thoughts for a moment. “Then that is what I’ll give her. I’ll be the prince charming she dreams of.”

“Besides,” Nicole piped up, “Garçon is rich, and young, and handsome.” Garçon grinned. “She’d be a fool to reject him. And we already have Le Fou.”

“And the inventor,” Marie added, referring to Belle’s father. “If you can even call him that.”

The group laughed out. Their laughs echoed out of the room and to the street outside.

A baker a few doors down was checking his watch, waiting for someone to pick up an order that has been waiting for too long. That same someone was in a bookshop, contemplating her next read. Belle had left the house in a hurry with barely enough time to put on her undergarments. The shopkeeper was thanking god as he watched under her skirt while she was on a ladder, searching for a book she hasn’t read already. Her underwear had bunched up between her cheeks, revealing a plump, peachy ass.

“Found one!” She exclaimed as she held a book close to her bosom.

“Are you sure you don’t want another one? You read through them so fast,” said the shopkeep, hoping to enjoy the view just a bit more.

Belle sighed. “I really do want another one, but I can’t pay for two,” she said.

“Think of it as a birthday gift from me. It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”

“Is it? I haven’t realized.”

“The second of July, no?” Asked the shopkeeper.

“Yes. Is that today?” Belle asked absentmindedly as she continued browsing.

“Yes, it is. You turn eighteen, don’t you?”

“Yes… I suppose i do.” She picked up another book who’s title she didn’t recognize. “Would your recommend this one?” She asked as she began a decent back to the floor.

The shopkeeper took the book from herbhands and examined it. “Hmm… If I am not mistaken it’s about a romance between a prisoner and her jailer. It’s quite… Intriguing.”

“It does sound that way. I’ll take it.” She rested the other book on the counter and looked through the window behind the register. The pub was a few doors down, but still in view from the bookshop.

As the shopkeeper wrapped her new gifts, she watched the doors, wondering if Garçon would come out if there. Sure, he was vulgar, and loud, and quite egotistical. But he was handsome and single and rich. And if today was indeed her birthday, that meant that she was elligible for marriage – by her father’s standards, at least.

“Belle?” The shopkeeper asked, bringing her back from her thoughts.

She looked back at him and he repeated the total she owned. “Oh, of course. Sorry,” she said as she took out a few coins from her purse and handed them to him.

“And happy birthday, dear,” he added before she left the shop.

Her timing was perfect. As she passed the pub, the doors opened, followed by Garçon and Le Fou exiting the establishment. Garçon immediately noticed Belle and bid Le Fou adieu as he followed her swiftly down the street.

“Mademoiselle !” He shouted to her, chasing after the daydreamer. “Belle!”

Belle turned around to see him pretending tk catch his brath as he reached her. “Garçon, good morning.”

“Happy birthday,” he said. He straightened his back and towered over her. He was about a head and a half taller than her. If someone stood behind him and looked at his back, they wouldn’t have seen Belle. Her small, skinny body was shadowed by his large, muscular frame.

“It seems like the whole town knows it’s my birthday besides me,” she said.

“Is it not your birthday?” He asked.

“It is. I just didn’t realize it came so soon.” She tried to hide the excitement in her voice. She knew that if she seemed too eager, Garçon would lose his interest. The only thing that kept him pursuing her was the challenge. Garçon loved a challenge.

“What business do you have in town today?” He asked as he started walking her towards her house.

” Oh, i juet had to pick up our bread from the baker and I just finished my book so I went to buy another one.”

Garçon looked at Belle’s very empty basket.

“And did you eat all the bread already?” He asked.

Belle frowned, confused, and looked at the basket herself. It was empty. She covered her mouth. “I forgot the bread.”

“I’m sure the baker is still open. I’ll walk you.” Garçon offered his arm and Belle hesitated. He gave her a warm, charming smile and gently picked her hand to rest on his arm. Belle looked away nervously as they began striding up the street.

“Are you planning on a celebration tonight?” Garçon inquired.

“Not really. I need to help my father with one of his experiments, and then sleep early so i can help him prepare for his trip to the city.”

“What does he have going on there?” Garçon asked.

“He’s going to present his newest invention. It’s going to change the world! You might actually be interested in it.”

“How so?”

“Well, it’s supposed to automatically dry all your washed dishes. It will save a lot of time in your establishment. You just stick a cup or plate and it blows hot air on it, drying it up.”

Garçon did not care for it. His workers did a fine job without fancy technology. But, he was here to woo the lady, so he asked further. “I’d love to see it in action. Maybe I could come home with you and you’ll show me?”

Belle smiled at him. “You’re welcome to do so. But not today, my father is quite anxious and visitors will not do him good. How about tomorrow? I can show you how it works myself. I use it all the time.”

“That sounds lovely,” Garçon said. “And if you have time to celebrate tonight, maybe come by the pub. Drinks on the house.”

“I’ll see if i can.” They had finally arrived at the baker, who begrudgingly handed her the order. Garçon kissed her head before she turned to go back to her home. He watched as herbskirt blew in thebwind, and tried imagining in his head how it looked like underneath. He knew what he had to do.

He headed to his house, but was flagged down by Nicole, who was hanging out next to the door of his business.

“Very charming,” she teased. “I’m sure she is swooning by the thought of you carrying her across the threshold of your home.”

“Jealous, are we?”

“Not at all. I know what kind of pig you really are.” Garçon’s smile faded and his face turned cross.

“Careful, whore,” he said as he inched towards her. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

“Yes, I can see,” she said, eyeing his bluging crotch. “Too bad your litttle flower didn’t notice. I’m sure she would have loved to take care of you.”

“I do not appreciate the sarcasm,” he said, pushing her through the door. René and Marie were nowhere to be seen. Nicole, knowing what Garçon was capable of, started regretting her tone.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You’re right. I was out of place.”

Garçon’s features softened. He lifted his hand to her face and she flinched, but he wasn’t going for a smack. He caressed her cheek and let her rest it on his palm. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered, “Never talk to me in that tone again, Nicole. Or I promise you’ll regret it even more.”

Nicole looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded. Her features suddenly looked very childlike. She looked almost like Belle, only redheaded, and slightly plumper. Of course, he fed her well.

Her eyes looked down, then back into his. Something in that moment made him crave her. He felt his cock harden and his bulge grew, and then something touching it. Before he knew it their lips connected and he was sittingon his large armchair by the fireplace with his trouser on the floor. Nivole had bent down and started licking up his shaft, slowly, gently, like only she could.

She had a certain softness that thenother two didn’t. They were aggressive. She was young when she started working for him. She was easily tamed.

Her lips were moist as she wrapped them around his penis’s head. She started sucking it slowly, then pushed her head down, lubricant his shaft with her saliva.

It used to be hard to fit him all in her mouth. But over time, she learned to take him wholly, and even learned to love the feeling of suffocation cause by him reaching all the way to the back of her throat. As her head bobbed up and down, working meticulously, she moaned. There was nothing she enjoyed more than giving others pleasure. Garçon’s grunts only made her more excited as she started moving faster, his large hand pushing her head down every time it came up. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, working in coordination with her mouth. She felt his hand tighten around her hair as herbpulled her up and kissed her, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue. He threw off her dress and sat her on his lap facing him, she fit his cock into her almost automatically. His hands wrapped around her body is she rocked back and forth on his penis. Her breath was on his ear, and her lips caressed his earlobe, pulling it ever so slightly, causing him to let out a deep moan.

This made her move even faster. Her tight pussy wrapped around him, feeling everh inch of him filling her up. She loved that feeling. She felt satiated when he was inside her. She grabbed his head and kissednhim more. He pressed her closer, her breasts squeezed in his chest.

“You know exactly how to satisfy me,” he said. His grunts were now louder and heavier. She knew he was close to finishing. It didn’t take him long. She knew that soon shell be truly filled up.

And there it was, a warm gush of liquid flowing inside her cunt. He pushed her down hard on his cock, every inch of him was inside of her and spilling out his semen. She cried out in pleasure, but she knew it wasn’t over yet. Garçon loved to clean. His fingers brushed on her clit and were covered in a thick, creamy sauce. He stuck them in Nicole’s mouth for her to taste and suck on.

He pushed her to the carpet and shespread her legs. His mouth moved to her pussy and his tongue shoved immediately into her for a taste. He licked her like a dog eager for his treat. Her hands grabbed his head as he worked sucked out every last bit of him from inside of her. When his mouth got tired, his finger continued the job. He kissed her as his large, meaty arm moved in and out and in and out

“More,” she whimpered, “I want to taste more.”

His fingers pushed into her mouth as she sucked them clean.

“What do you say?” Garçon asked.

“Thank you,” she said

“Thank you, master,” he corrected.

“Thank you, master,” she echoed.

While his fingers went back to her cubt, footsteps were heard coming down from the bedrooms. René and Marie had heard the commotion and went to investigate.

“Anything left for us?” Marie asked. Garçon removed his hand and stood up.

“She’s all yours, ladies,” he said, and went to redress himself before leaving again.

Nicole watched as he left, disheartened. But Marie loved tasting his mess, and continued the work that he didn’t finish. Nicole hadn’t noticed Marie’s proximity to her intimate area and gasped in shock when she felt her clit being teased again. René knew not to tire herself before working hours and left them to their business.

Nicole’s moans could be heard from the street. “Please, Marie, don’t stop,” she begged as Marie’s tongue vibrated on her clit. She felt Nicole’s pussy open and close on her fingers as drops of her juice leaked out. Nicole grabbed the carpet fibers and arched her back. Marie didn’t stop. Her finger moved in and out her tongue meticulously cleaning up every crevice, drinking up watever juice was falling out. Nicole let out one last whimper as she came to a climax and her body relaxed.

“Now me,” Marie said, lifting her skirt and placing herself on top of Nicole’s head.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rxrd9s/tale_as_old_as_time_part_i