Bordon's Girl

CHAPTER 15 The Gift

It was around 11:00pm as some of the Dragoons, including Major Bordon and Colonel Tavington, were finishing up an evening of frolic and spirits in one of the big tents on the estate grounds. Some of the soldiers were drunk, while the two commanders were just tipsy.

As the men were getting ready to disperse, a woman entered their midst. She was very pretty, in a lovely dress showing her curvy assets. Her hair was down and curly. She walked straight over to Major Bordon, who was standing near the end of a table, and began to flirt with him. Her name was Colette DeVourlaine, an English lady of French descent. She was also the most beautiful and expensive of all the camp whores. The prostitute was desired by all the men, yet many could not afford her fees.

There were catcalls from the soldiers as Bordon blushed. The strumpet took his hand and led him as he smiled silently out of the tent. She guided him to her own elaborate quarters in a large tent nearby.

After Bordon had left, Tavington took the opportunity to slip out discreetly and go to spend the night with Tess.

“In here, sir,” Miss DeVourlaine said, pulling him into the tent. Once inside her tent, she pressed her body to his and kissed him sensuously.

After a moment, the Major took her wrists and gently pushed her away. “I’m sorry. I assure you, Miss, that I don’t have the funds on me now to afford a whore of your calibre.”

“Oh, but Major,” she began with a coy smile, “I have been donated by a group of anonymous well wishers.”

“Oh,” Bordon said, raising his eyebrows and grinning. “I bet I can guess who the donors are.” He put a finger to his head, acting as though he was thinking hard. “Let me see, they wear red jackets.”

“Never you mind, Major Bordon,” said Colette. “Your evening is paid for.”

Indeed, Bordon had guessed the identity of his gift givers. His fellow dragoons had pooled their funds and bought him a night with the most beautiful and expensive camp prostitute. She had instructions to treat him well and do anything he wanted—and to take her time. They thought Bordon deserved—and needed—a woman after losing his fiancée and being imprisoned for a couple of months.

“Well, in that case,” Bordon said as he slipped his arms around the woman, “let’s have at it!” With that, he kissed her and let his hands roam freely over her shapely body.

“My lady, I see that you wear no petticoats,” Bordon remarked. “Nice,” he purred.

As they kissed again, she began to undo his cravat and push his jacket off. He stopped her and pushed her back. He took off his coat and laid it over a chair. Then he sat down on her large cot and looked at her.

“No,” he said. “You take off your clothes first. I wish to see the body under that dress.”

The woman smiled and said nothing. She backed up from him and obliging the officer, slowly unlaced her dress. She then pushed it seductively off her shoulders and down her body. It landed in a silent pile at her feet.

He sighed as she stood before him, gloriously nude. She was so beautiful and did not act or carry herself as the other prostitutes did. People not living in the camp would never know her to be a whore.

“Beautiful,” Bordon commented, in awe of her body.

She padded softly over to him and stood in front of the officer. He reached out and touched her body. The major slipped his arms around her and caressed her soft skin as he sat on the bed and she stood before him. He nuzzled her soft belly, then caught one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked it gently into a small peak.

Colette knelt down in front of the officer and began to undress him. Soon, Bordon found himself as naked as his whore. She kissed him for a moment when she was finished with his clothing. Then she buried her head in his lap.

Bordon collapsed backwards on the bed as she took his length into her mouth. He groaned as she swallowed his manhood. Her wet mouth worked his hardness into a furor. The woman’s adept tongue swirled up and down and around it, tracing it’s length with precision.

“Oh my God,” he moaned as she continued to work her magic on his erection. When the whore felt she had worked him to near climax, she stopped. The woman then straddled his body on the bed, lowering herself onto his stiffened and aching penis. She let out a sigh as she felt his large size inside her. Colette then moved herself up and down upon the officer who sighed as he watched her body teasing him.

After a minute of this exquisite torture, he picked her up by the waist and lifted her off of him with his strength. He laid her back on her cot then he crawled on top of her.

Most men would have laid back and let the paid prostitute do all the work. But not Bordon. Tonight, he needed a perfect romantic exchange between a man and a woman. He needed to give to this woman tonight as well as receive.

Major Bordon so missed this time that would usually be spent like this with his beloved Susannah. He missed his fiancée’s vocal appreciation of his love making efforts. This evening, he intended to make this whore genuinely cry out with pleasure for him.

Bordon kissed her, then moved his mouth to her ear, which he nibbled. He nuzzled her neck, then trailed kisses down to her breasts. He caressed and soothed her lovely nipples with his lips and tongue. Then, his mouth traced an imaginary line down over her curvy hips and belly to her dark lower curls. He lingered on them for a moment, letting her feel his hot breath.

This was indeed different for Miss DeVourlaine. Tonight, she would have an even exchange of pleasure, instead of having to satisfy the man. She relaxed and reveled in Bordon’s touch. After a long moment, his tongue darted between her legs, causing her to gasp. He would pause occasionally, to close his lips around her hardened bud, pulling and sucking on it gently. Then his tongue would snake back out from between his lips to swirl itself contentedly amongst the velvet flesh of her womanhood. It would burrow into the folds of her most intimate area and seek out her pearl, tantalizing it with light feathery strokes.

He was teasing her into a frenzy. Her hands reached to either side of herself and grabbed the sides of the cot. Bordon’s tongue continued in a consistent rhythm, applying enough pressure to make her moan.

She held on to the cot as she felt her climax was near. Suddenly, there was a hot explosion within her body and stars cascaded in her head. He left her shaking and crying out, “Oh Major! Major!” over and over again. Bordon smiled, feeling satisfied.

The officer pulled himself quickly back up her body and sank his hardness into her body with a fury. He pushed and swerved hard inside her, holding himself up on outstretched arms above her body. Colette could feel him in the depths of her, shaking her entire body with his insistent pounding. She had barely been out of the throes of her first orgasm when she felt another one begin to come over her. As he pushed into her with long strokes and pulled out of her with equally as extended movements, she lost herself once again to the feeling of euphoria.

“Oh…….Oh…..Ah….mmmmm….” she cried out in delight as she came again. Bordon then joined her, filling her with his white, hot fluid, and groaning low and soft as he did.

He collapsed on her, then rolled over on to his back. They would make love two more times that night. Afterwards, she kissed him and he pulled her into his arms, needing to feel a woman in them. “Might I sleep the rest of the evening here with you in your tent?”

“You may, Sir,” she replied.

As he held her, he imagined that she was his beloved Susannah. After he’d closed his eyes and fallen asleep, he dreamt of his dead fiancée.