It was his Excellency’s favorite
pastime. A woman on top of him, facing
the opposite way, her face in his crotch, while his mouth would be all too
involved with her private area, licking and devouring it as if it played the
part of the much awaited meal after a long day of fasting. The French Emperor was a man of fine taste,
and he knew what he liked, and he liked what he knew. The sixty-nine position was of special
fondness to him, for he would count upwards from one until he reached this
glorious digit, which to him was the ultimate number there was.
"Oh,
mon amour, you truly are an angel of love", said the French Emperor to his
mistress. "Not even Venus herself knows such pleasurable, sensitive areas
of me to touch and kiss in all the right ways."
The
mistress, knowing full well that the Emperor liked her to count from sixty to
sixty-nine as she was ready to finish him off, began.
"Sixty,
your Excellency."
"That's
it, mon amour! I'll start from the
beginning. One!"
“Sixty-one",
continued the mistress.
"Two!"
“Sixty-two."
"Three,
my glorious Goddess!"
They
both kept counting in their respective order, and when the mistress finally
reached sixty-nine, she uttered that final number with such lustful passion -
all the while her mouth and hands were busy finishing the emperor off - that
the result was rather heavenly. When he ejaculated, he knew this was the best
orgasm of his life, as he was in such a glorious moment of ecstasy that he
struggled to pronounce the number that he had reached in his counting order.
"T... ten."
His
mistress, with her mouth now full of something other than her vowels and
consonants, still managed to speak the next digit.
"Seventy,
your Excellency."
"What?",
replied the Emperor.
"Seventy,"
repeated the mistress.
"No,
I don't like the sound of that", said the Emperor, as he finally exhaled
in great relief, the tension that had been building inside of him now finally
leaving his body at long last. "I
had reached ten in my order of numbers. Stay in the sixties. The
sixty-somethings please me. Seventy does not."
"But,
your Excellency, there are no more numbers in the sixties. Sixty nine was the
last."
"It
doesn't have to be. Make it sixty-ten, and keep going accordingly."
“Sixty-ten?
But that's not a number, your Excellency".
"It
is now. I'll announce it tomorrow at the meeting in Versailles, and it'll be
official across the entire land staring next Monday".
His
Excellency's mistress knew better than to challenge the orders of the Emperor,
for she was well aware that any further attempts to sway his opinion could
result in her head ending up on the wrong side of the guillotine. The city center was full of head remains of those
who chose to argue with the most powerful man in France.
“Sixty-ten,
your Excellency."
"That's
it, mon amour. Keep going!"
"Sixty...
eleven?"
"Oh,
mon amour, I think it is rising again. Go on!"
“Sixty-twelve."
"My
angel, I feel it growing. Quickly, tend to it as you did before. You know, the
way I like", exclaimed the excited emperor, as he was looking to have yet
another orgasm in a span of a few minutes.
"Sixty
-thirteen."
"I'm
almost there, mon amour!"
The
mistress reached sixty-nineteen, at which point the Emperor was overwhelmed
with another moment of ecstasy, this one even more heavenly than the last. A satisfactory smile formed on
his face, and he appeared, for the time being, to resemble a child who suddenly
discovered a well kept secret about all things euphoric and grand that he had not believed existed before. His mistress
let him enjoy this brief moment of enlightenment for a minute or so. Then, she shook him slightly out of his
present state of wonder, and whispered into his ear.
“More,
your Excellency?”
The
Emperor just nodded, “Yes.”
“How
high should I count?”
“Do
you remember when we made love on your twentieth birthday?”, asked the Emperor
of his mistress.
“Yes.
That was an amazing night.”
“How
many times did we do it?”
“Four,
I think.”
“Four? And you had just turned twenty. Wow… four.”
“Yes.
Four. And I was just twenty.”
“Four…”
“Yes.”
“Twenty…”
The
woman was a bit confused at this point, for she could not figure out what the
Emperor was driving it.
“Four!
Twenty! That’s it! Four-twenty”, exclaimed the Emperor, his joy and excitement
now rising for the first time since he climaxed for the second time.
“Your
Excellency, I’m afraid I don’t understand”, said the mistress.
“Keep
counting, but after sixty-nineteen, say four-twenty, and not eighty!” The emperor was now determined and dead-set
on this new direction.
“Four-twenty? But your excellency…”
“Do
it at once, or I shall have you removed from my chambers and have your sister
take your place! She is a fine lover,
and as such, would do just as well as you in satisfying me. However, I doubt that she’d argue with my
commands.”
“All
right, your excellency”, hesitated the mistress. “But, how can you be sure that
people will understand this new numerology? Surely no one would say four-twenty
or sixty-ten, when they can just as well say eighty or seventy?”
“You
just worry about making me hard again. I’ll worry about how sixty-nine is the
number after which nothing else will make sense.”
“All
right, but what do I say when I get to ninety?”
“Make
me climax again, and I’m sure something will come to mind.”
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