“Ah, Monsieur le Marquis, welcome back to our establishment, we haven’t seen you for quite a while”
“Merci Madame. In deed I was sent on a mission of high diplomacy but I am glad to be back”.
“And we are glad to see you again Monsieur le Marquis. And how is Monsieur le Marquis?”
“Well Madame, thank you for asking. It appears as if I will be able to stay in Paris for the rest of the year and maybe longer and take advantage of your lovely ladies. You know Madame, I have seen and tasted many women in my life, from a lot of different countries and ethnicities, but none of them compares to your girls”.
“Thank you Monsieur le Marquis, I am flattered. But as you know, we have only the finest girls here”.
“Tell me Madame, is Manon still working in your fine establishment?”
“Alas, Monsieur, she left us about six months ago”, and lowering her voice, she added: “a rich industrialist fell head over heels for her “golden” charms and convinced her to become his exclusive champagne mistress?
“That’s a pity, I liked her champagne”
“My apologies, Monsieur le Marquis. I know that Monsieur is certainly a connoisseur of champagne”
“Well, Madame, do you have anybody else for me?”
“Most certainly Monsieur, I would recommend Zoé. She is as beautiful as Manon and even though she has only worked here for less than a month, she already has a steady and faithful clientele. Would Monsieur le Marquis like me to call her?”
“Yes Madame, if you please”
The Madame talked briefly to her assistant who left the front desk and disappeared behind a curtain.
“May I serve the Marquis a libation while he is waiting?”
“Thank you Madame but I shall wait for Zoé’s champagne, I don’t want to taint my pallet. May I have my usual room?”
“Certainly Monsieur. Liette, show Monsieur le Marquis to room A. I will send Zoé to your room.”
“Thank you Madame. This should suffice” said the Marquis as he dropped a 1000-Franc note on the counter.
“Thank you, Monsieur le Marquis is too generous”
When he arrived in his room, the Marquis sat down in an armchair, beside the bed.
After a short while, he heard a soft knock on the door.
“Come in”
“Monsieur le Marquis” said Zoé after entering, and curtsying deeply
“Ah, Madame was right; you do in deed rival Manon in beauty and countenance. Come closer Zoé”.
The Marquis examined Zoé with his eyes and his hands. She was stunning, with her long, red curly hair which framed a face like a Greek goddess. She had high cheek bones, full red lips; a fine nose and green eyes outlined in back mascara which gave her a mysterious look. She was probably in her early twenties.
The Marquis passed his hands through Zoé’s hair and brought them down to her shoulders, pushing her garment aside and exposing her fair skin, then pushing it further down to expose her fabulous breasts. They were marvellous, perfectly formed small globes of flesh with small, dark areolas on a background of pale skin and erect nipples sticking out from their centre. The Marquis took Zoé’s breasts in his hands and weighed them gently.
“Excellent” said the Marquis, “now remove the rest of your clothing”.
Zoé complied and removed her top, her flowing squirt and petticoat, her high-heeled boots and black knee-high socks. She was just about to remove her undergarment when the Marquis stopped her.
“No, leave them on.”
Zoé obeyed.
“Turn around for me” said the Marquis.
As Zoé turned, the Marquis took a good look at her body, her high breasts, flat stomach and generous hips, plump behind, strong thighs and legs, and delicate feet. While Zoé made her pirouette in her open-crotched, frilly underwear, extending to about 5 cm above her knees, the Marquis’ eyes focussed on her pubic hair and the crack of her fleshy behind peeking through the slit of her underwear.
“Sit in the armchair over there and spread your legs”
When Zoé was installed in the chair, the Marquis went over to her, dropped to his knees and looked at Zoé’s hairy vulva. Then he approached the confluence of her thighs and took in a deep breath. He knew exactly why he wanted her to leave her underwear on. Since they had a slit, most women did not bother sliding them down when they went for a pee and consequently, some of the fine golden liquid always spayed onto the garment. The Marquis stayed between Zoé’s legs for several minutes, taking in her aromas. Finally, he parted the slit of her underwear to have a better look at her reddish bush. Again, he approached his nose to inhale her sent, before pressing his lips onto her intimate lips and darting his tongue into the depth of her womanhood. He thoroughly enjoyed the taste of Zoé’s cunt.
“The odour of your spring is certainly promising; now let’s see how its water tastes.” The Marquis stood up, went to the dresser, took a champagne glass and brought it over to the young woman.
“Here Zoé, fill this with your golden nectar”
Zoé took the glass and brought it to her pudendum. After a few moments, a trickle of her urine filled the champagne flute with a clear yellow fluid. When it was full, she handed it to the Marquis.
He took the glass and, like an oenologist tasting a fine wine, he first brought it to eye-level to inspect its colour. It was of a light amber colour, indicating that it was probably not too strong. Bringing it to his nose, he took a deep breath to evaluate its bouquet. It had a fine odour of phenols with a hint of Champagne and Absinthe. Finally he took a sip and sloshed it in his mouth to evaluate its acidity, sweetness and saltiness.
“Your champagne is splendid. You have the finest urine I have ever tasted. How is your bladder?”
“My bladder is full, Monsieur.”
“Well, let’s relieve that pressure then”
The Marquis undressed and lay on top of a white sheet atop of a rubber-covered mattress.
“Sit on my face, with your vulva over my mouth”
Zoé did as she was commanded.
The Marquis started by licking her pubic hair, taking it in his mouth and sucking off all the remnants of Zoé previous pissing actions. He clearly enjoyed himself, savouring the stale urine and Zoé’s love juices which she had started to produce. Finally he put his hand on Zoé’s bladder, a sign they had agreed upon earlier, letting her know that it was time to relax her urethra and let her pee flow.
Slowly, at first, her golden juices ran into the Marquis’ mouth, who swallowed every drop of it. Over time, her flow increased and it wasn’t long before the Marquis could not keep up and Zoé’s pee started to flow out of his mouth, all over his face, into his ears, wetting his hair, forming a puddle around his head on the rubber-lined mattress. And Zoé was not done yet, she must have held on to her piss for hours. The Marquis was in heaven, there was nothing he liked more than to have a beautiful woman empty her stretched bladder all over his face and into his mouth, tasting urine straight from the source and he could not have wished for a more fabulous pudendum than Zoé’s.
Once Zoé had emptied herself, she stood up. Before she could get dressed, the Marquis asked her to take off her now urine-drenched underwear and to leave it with him. Zoé did as she was told, following which she got dressed and left the room. The Marquis also left the bed; put on Zoé’s wet underwear and his own clothes and went back to the front desk.
“Ah, Monsieur the Marquis” said the Madame “you look like you just had a very good time”
“In deed Madame, Zoé was quite exquisite. I trust you remember what to do with the top sheet?”
“Of course Monsieur, you will have it delivered to your home.”
“Thank you Madame, and I shall be back soon. Bonsoir”
“Bonsoir Monsieur le Marquis”
When the Marquis arrived home, the sheet was already there, drying over the furnace. His housekeeper knew what to do with such items.
About a quarter of an hour later, the housekeeper came to the Marquis: “Your bed has been turned down Monsieur”.
“Thank you, I trust that it has the proper sheet on it?”
“Of course Monsieur”
The Marquis went upstairs to his bedroom. When he saw the sheet which had earlier been soaked with Zoé lovely juice, a smile came to his lips. He got undressed, except for Zoé’s still wet undergarment, and lay down on the bed, covering himself with the sheet full of dried urine. Bathed in the aroma of semi-fresh urine, he drifted off into sleep, thinking about Zoé, her lovely body and her tasty piss, already planning out his next trip to the brothel in his head, and perhaps even having Zoé become his exclusive “wet-nurse”.