Member Article:Escort Girls - Part 3 Post Your Comment

Samantha192 31 F
169  Articles
Don't like So so Good Very Good Excellent

What do you think?

 

Escort Girls - Part 3

1/9/2006

Standing dripping in the salon, I was overcome with emotions
that were difficult to separate: shame, anger, and defiance
were all there. Monique in her robe looked from Eve to me.
With her Gallic shrug, she sat down on the sofa, and crossing
her legs carelessly lit a cigarette.
<br>
"How did you find that?" was all I could think
of to say.
<br>
"I didn't find it. It was right there when I sat
down. You really ought to close your browser window when
you're done."
<br>
With a sinking feeling I realized that I was responsible
for my own discovery, as I had hurriedly responded to a client
request that morning, and had forgotten to shut down the
browser.
<br>
"Now I know how you can afford to buy me those clothes.
When were you going to tell me?"
<br>
"I wasn't. It's my business. I mean it's
my affair."
<br>
"Mom would have a fit. You'd be grounded for life."
<br>
"You wouldn't tell her." Pause. "Would
you?"
<br>
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. What's it worth
to keep me quiet."
<br>
Monique spoke quickly in French, "She's teasing
you, don't worry."
<br>
"What do you want?"
<br>
Eve stood up and kissed me, running her hands through my
wet hair. "You big dummy! Do you think I'd do anything
to hurt you? Your secret's safe with me."
<br>
Monique giggled. "I told you."
<br>
"Told you what?" Eve asked.
<br>
"That you were teasing me. I wasn't sure."
<br>
"Thanks a lot for the vote of confidence."
<br>
"Sorry."
<br>
"I think it's cool. Your pics on the site are too
hot for words. Both of you."
<br>
"Could you recognize me that easily?"
<br>
"Easy. 'Course I've seen your bod up close.
Now go finish your bath. I'm going to look at the rest
of this."
<br>
Later, the three of us talked until the early hours. Eve
wanted to know everything: who the clients were, what we
did with them, how much they paid. I wasn't in a mood
to be too explicit, but Monique answered every question
Eve put to her. Her description of my first time with Jean
especially fascinated her. Every detail of the Sologne
chateau, every sexual position were subjects for more
questions.
<br>
"You really fucked him in the ass? That would have
been something to see. I bet that hurt."
<br>
"He was fucking me at the same time, so he was distracted, "
Monique added.
<br>
"And he took you to Switzerland? What did you do there?"
<br>
"I took some ski lessons and ate fondue in the lodge
while he was meeting with some UN guys."
<br>
"And then?"
<br>
"Then we had a gang-bang with twenty of his friends."
<br>
"Wow! Really?"
<br>
"No, dummy! We just had normal sex. At least pretty
normal." I had also opened a bank account to stash
my earnings, but I didn't mention that to her.
<br>
"He has a private jet. That must be cool."
<br>
"I love that part. He had his secretary with us, so
no messing around in the air. Plus it was a short flight."
<br>
"I'd like to meet this guy."
<br>
"That can be arranged, " Monique said before
I could warn her off.
<br>
"Really?"
<br>
"He likes Meredith so much I'm sure he'll
like her sister. Besides, we've been invited next
week."
<br>
This was news to me. "When did he call?"
<br>
"This morning. I agreed for myself, but I didn't
commit you. His yacht is at Nice and he wants us for the week.
He said his sons will be there."
<br>
"His sons? Does he want us for himself or them?"
<br>
"Who cares?" said Monique with a shrug.
<br>
"I want to go" said Eve.
<br>
"I'm sure we can arrange something, "
said Monique.
<br>
"Absolutely not!" I broke in. "It's
OK for us, but you don't need to get mixed up in this."
<br>
"What's mixed up? A week on a yacht in the Med with
the super-rich? I'm in!"
<br>
"We're not being invited for our personalities
you know."
<br>
"You've gone places with him, and nothing bad
has happened to you. What's the problem?"
<br>
"The problem is fucking for money. I don't know
who else is going to be there. I have never met his sons either."
<br>
Monique spoke up, "I've met the older one. He's
a playboy but nothing to worry about. The younger one is
your age I think. He's in school. Maybe he'll fall
in love with one of you and you'll be set for life."
<br>
"Yeah, right! People like that don't fall in
love with the hired help."
<br>
In the end my objections were overridden, and Monique called
Jean the following day to announce that Eve was available
to join us. She also reminded him of his promised bonus in
her regard. Jean answered that it would be no problem as
long as everything passed satisfactorily. In the few days
that remained before the trip, I met no clients and accompanied
Eve on various errands, including a private clinic where
blood samples were taken from us. I explained that we were
always tested for diseases before visiting Jean, as he
did not support either being infected or using condoms.
I made sure that Eve's birth control was current.
<br>
Early on the day of departure we were driven to the airport,
where Jean's jet was waiting. Within two hours we landed
at Côte d'Azur airport in Nice, where a limousine was
waiting to take us to the marina. From there a tender took
us out to the yacht, anchored in the gulf. It was a boat worthy
of Jean, probably fifty meters in length with several decks.
A uniformed crewmember led us to individual adjoining
cabins, while another carried our luggage. Neither Jean
nor his sons were aboard, but were expected in the afternoon,
and we were invited to make use of any of the yacht's
facilities in the interim.
<br>
Both Monique and Eve changed into skimpy two-piece suits,
and went to the fantail deck to sun themselves and drink
mimosas. I was curious about the yacht, and asked one of
the officers for a tour, which I found fascinating. Afterwards
I took a nap until awakened by call to the cabin telephone
informed me that dinner would be served at seven.
<br>
I bathed and dressed, then went out on deck about six. I was
directed to the upper sundeck where I found Jean and two
men sitting around a table. Jean and the older of the other
two were smoking cigars. As I supposed, these were the sons.
The older, Julien, looked to be in his early thirties. He
did not resemble his father particularly, being short
and stocky with thick black hair and a swarthy face. On being
introduced, he gave me a rather sardonic smile as he kissed
my cheek. His brother Marc resembled a young Jean, with
the same slim build, high cheekbones, and prominent brows.
He appeared to be in his early twenties and was quite handsome.
He seemed quite embarrassed as we were introduced: when
he took my hand, his palm felt sweaty in mine. I was given
a drink and a seat, and shortly thereafter Eve and Monique
arrived, each in light sleeveless dresses with scoop necklines
that displayed plenty of cleavage. Julien obviously knew
Monique well, and after the introductions they walked
over to the rail and began to converse in a low tone. I thought
their behavior unsociable.
<br>
We remaining four sat around the table conversing in English
for Eve's benefit. Eve, having drunk three glasses
of wine, became gay and chatty, answering all of Jean's
questions without reserve. I saw that Jean was playing
with her; while although his questions were innocent-seeming,
they were opening lines of the sort of seduction he took
pleasure in. For his part, Marc said almost nothing, responding
with oui or non to questions Eve put to him. It came out that
he had just gotten his degree in economics, and would be
entering the prestigious ENA the following month. I was
impressed by this fact, as the ENA is the most prestigious
school in France, and all of the country's high administrators
were selected from the ranks of its graduates. Even if he
was not very sociable, Marc's eyes seldom left Eve.
<br>
It was the same at dinner. Marc was seated between Monique
and me with Eve facing him and Jean facing me. Julien continued
his dialog with Monique to the exclusion of the rest, principally
about racing. Marc stared at Eve, who had become more demure,
while Jean discoursed on the wines, the various dishes,
our itinerary for the week, and so forth. On occasion, such
as between courses, his right hand disappeared below the
table, and I had the impression he was touching Eve's
leg or thigh. She gave no outward indication, other than
a start and a nervous smile at the first touch. I received
no such attention from Marc, who scarcely turned my way
at all.
<br>
After cheese and dessert, the men left to smoke on the afterdeck,
and we girls wandered to the bow. Monique lit up a cigarette
and said to Eve, "I think you've made a conquest."
<br>
Eve smiled contentedly. "Yeah. Did you notice how
he was rubbing my leg. I had my dress hiked up pretty high,
and I thought he was going to feel me through my panties."
<br>
"You're wearing panties? Oh la! But I was referring
to Marc."
<br>
"Marc?" I said in disbelief. "He hardly
said two words all night."
<br>
"That's right. I wonder if he understands English, "
Eve replied.
<br>
Monique disagreed. "He was looking at you from the
first minute, and when I see that look in a man I know he has
only one thought, to get into my pants. Take it from one who
has some experience in these matters."
<br>
"He is handsome. I won't mind if you're right.
You and Julien were pretty cozy. What were you talking about?
It was rude not to speak English, you know."
<br>
"We are French in our own country, so who is the rude
one?" She laughed and took a drag on her cigarette.
"As it happens, he and Marc will be in Paris next week,
and we were talking about attending some horse races together
at Longchamps."
<br>
"Where is that?"
<br>
"The Bois du Boulogne."
<br>
At that moment, Julien appeared to summon Monique, who
departed with a wink in our direction.
<br>
"I suppose she's going to his cabin, "
said Eve. "What are we supposed to do?"
<br>
*Eve's Initiation*
<br>
Her question was not long in being answered, as Jean appeared
next to invite us to his quarters. These proved to a large
cabin in the middle of the lower deck extending the full
width of the hull. It was paneled in light wood and had a clean
elegant style that I liked immensely. At the rear was a large
bed on a platform, and in the other end a type of sitting room
with chairs arranged around a low table.
<br>
We were invited to sit, and Jean poured us snifters of old
cognac. Then sitting facing us, he spoke to Eve. "You
are quite a beautiful girl. I have been anxious to make your
closer acquaintance for some time. Did you know that?"
<br>
"Yes sir. Meredith told me."
<br>
"Call me Jean, please! Do you know why you are here?"
<br>
"Yes Jean."
<br>
"And what is that reason?"
<br>
"To please you in any way I can."
<br>
"I am sometimes hard to please. What do you think would
please me at this moment?"
<br>
"I don't know. I mean, tell me and I'll do
it."
<br>
"A more experienced girl would answer differently.
Meredith, tell me what you would have said."
<br>
"Knowing you as I do, I would have offered to remove
all of my clothing, and then yours, and then fuck you unconscious."
<br>
"You do know me well, and we may arrive at that point
eventually. Is that also your expectation my dear Eve?"
<br>
"Something like that I guess."
<br>
"And having your sister watch, that does not bother
you?"
<br>
"Oh, no!"
<br>
"And were she to join in our amusement, that would
not be displeasing?"
<br>
"Not at all."
<br>
"You and she have been intimate then already?"
<br>
"Yes. I love her, and she loves me. I'm sure you
know that already."
<br>
"I wanted to hear it from your own lips. You are quite
a naughty girl, and Meredith too. When I first met her she
was very protective of your innocence, but I see that was
unnecessary. So I will tell you directly that tonight I
want to see how you love Meredith, and then I will try you
for myself. Is that agreeable to you?"
<br>
"Sure. I think you're pretty cool for ..."
<br>
"For an old man. I understand you completely. I am
not your 'dream man' perhaps. What did you think
of my sons?"
<br>
"They seem nice."
<br>
"Very diplomatic, Eve, but not good judgment. Julien
is a wastrel. Do you know what that means?"
<br>
"Not really."
<br>
"It means he is a useless drone who does nothing to
earn his keep, and spends money that is his only because
of his birth. His mother spoiled him when he was younger.
It is a shame because he has intelligence. He has Monique
to amuse him, and they are well suited to each other. They
know exactly what each wants from the other. Something
like Meredith and me, but not entirely. Meredith does not
know what she wants as yet. She thinks she wants money and
will do anything to get it, but when she has it will she be
satisfied? What do you say to that Meredith ma chère?"
<br>
Jean was waxing more philosophic than usual, and I replied
only that "When I have enough I shall know, but not
before."
<br>
"A response worthy of a university scholar. But Eve
has not yet been at university, so I will ask her what she
thinks of my other son."
<br>
"He's very quiet. He must be really smart."
<br>
"Yes, almost a genius, and a hard worker. The opposite
of Julien. He has no social skills. You were facing him at
dinner. Did he converse with you?"
<br>
"No. Does he speak English?"
<br>
"Probably better than you do. He spent two years at
Cambridge. He sat next to Meredith, who is very attractive
and dressed seductively. Did you see him look at her?"
<br>
"No."
<br>
"Or even look down at those lovely breasts beside
his arm?"
<br>
"I guess not."
<br>
"So what would you conclude about my boy genius?"
<br>
"Maybe he's gay?"
<br>
"There is no indication that he has had male lovers.
Once again I blame his mother. He is a mama's boy and
has never matured. But tonight I saw that he was looking
at you in a funny way. Monique advises me that he has fallen
for your charms. Would that please you if it were so?"
<br>
"Well, he's very handsome."
<br>
"Certainly preferable to his father no doubt. You
will have an opportunity for comparison. I suspect he is
still a virgin. Would it please you to be his first?"
<br>
"Sure, although the first time isn't very good."
<br>
"You have some expertise in this matter, then?"
<br>
"My first time was the guy's first time too."
<br>
"You have the week to seduce him if you can. Meredith
has told you I can be generous to girls that please me."
<br>
"Yes."
<br>
"But that is not as important for you."
<br>
"I don't know. I do like having money, for clothes
and things."
<br>
"We shall see what happens. But that is enough about
Marc for tonight. Shall we amuse ourselves?" Jean
stood up and moved to face Eve. He took her hand and motioned
her to rise, kissing her forehead in a fatherly manner.
Then he turned her so that her back was to him and unzipped
her, pulling the straps down over her shoulder and allowing
the dress to fall to the floor. She instinctively crossed
her arms in front in a protective gesture, but Jean took
her hands in his saying, "There is no need for modesty
here, ma petite." Eve dropped her hands awkwardly
to her side as Jean undid the clasp of the strapless bra and
let it fall.
<br>
Eve's breasts had no real need for support, and stood
out proudly from her chest as Jean, reaching around with
both hands, cupped and bounced them gently, as if weighing
ripe melons. He pulled her close to him and licked her ear,
and she is turn took his hands in hers. Her pink nipples stood
out stiffly as he caressed her, and she began to breathe
faster, her head turned to one side. The scene was quite
erotic, as I saw my sister being caressed by my lover. I knelt
before them, and without being bidden peeled down the skimpy
panties she wore, so that her only remaining garment were
the strap sandals on her feet. The panties felt moist to
my touch, and in bringing them to my nose sensed the musky
smell of Eve's pussy, already showing a sheen of moisture
around the inner lips. Jean released one breast and reached
down to touch her slit, inserting a fingertip within and
then bringing it to his lips.
<br>
"Delicious my dear, " he declared, bringing
the finger to Eve's lips, where she cleaned the remainder
of her essence. "I can well imagine that Meredith
loves to drink there, and I now wish to see that." He
led her to the bed and lay her on her back. I followed and climbed
between her legs and began to lick and suck her pussy in my
usual fashion, while she cupped her breasts and squeezed
the nipples, a position we had often practiced. I was still
dressed, but Jean pulled the hem of my dress over my back,
pulled my thong strap aside, and began to finger my cunt
from the side while watching Eve and me closely. It took
only a short time for Eve to orgasm, coating my tongue and
lips with a copious release of fluids.
<br>
"Bravo, ma chère Eve. An excellent performance,
and also from you dear Meredith. You make me anxious to experience
you more deeply. Perhaps you can undress your sister while
I remove my clothing." I was braless, and it was the
work of a moment to remove my dress and thong, even if Eve
was rather lethargic from her orgasm. Jean was in prime
condition, his cock as hard as I had ever seen it. "Now
if both of you will get onto the bed on your hands and knees,
I will be able to see your two beautiful cunts side by side."
We quickly obeyed, and jean climbed onto the bed behind
us. He began again to finger my slit and ass, while leaning
down to taste the moisture that remained on Eve's pussy.
I assumed he was going to fuck her immediately, but surprisingly
he switched position and pushed his cock into me.
<br>
We began a slow practiced rhythm. Jean steadied himself
with his left hand on my hipbone, while the other hand explored
Eve's nether regions. He repeatedly brought his moist
fingers to my mouth, and then to Eve's, saying to her,
"Well my little Eve, here you are beside your own sister
who is being fucked while a stranger's fingers are
exploring your cunt. How does that make you feel? Is it very
naughty?"
<br>
"I love it, Jean. This is fucking hot!"
<br>
This reply was likely not what Jean was seeking to hear,
as he enjoyed embarrassing his new partners when he could.
Nevertheless, from the increased pace of this thrusts
I knew he was excited by the experience. Eve and I turned
our faces towards each other to share a kiss. Her face was
shiny with sweat, and her cheeks red, so I sensed that Jean's
fingers on her cunt and clitoris were going to provoke in
her the second orgasm of the evening. Apparently Jean senses
were equally attuned, for he abruptly pulled out of me and
switched his fucking to Eve. I rose to a sitting position,
and as Jean pounded into her violently I reached under her
hip to touch her pussy and feel Jean's shaft as it slid
in and out. Eve came with a shudder, this time shouting out
her pleasure. Knowing Jean's liking, I clasped his
tight scrotum in my palm, squeezing gently and instigating
his orgasm.
<br>
As Jean softened and pulled out from Eve's cunt, he
motioned for me to perform as I often had with Monique. That
is to say, I got under Eve and held her pussy lips open so that
Jean's cum would slowly seep out and into my waiting
mouth. I held his offering unswallowed until no more could
be extracted, then switching position I lay beside Eve,
kissing her mouth and swapping the cum-saliva mixture
between us.
<br>
Later we lay side by side in each other's embrace, with
Jean standing at the foot of the bed. "An excellent
performance, my dears. One would hardly imagine that an
innocent like Eve could be so uninhibited. Sluttish even.
But then she has Meredith as her preceptress. Meredith
can act the harlot when she wants, can't you my dear?"
<br>
"Yes, Jean. But only for you, " I replied with
a smile.
<br>
"Did you enjoy that, Eve?"
<br>
"God yes!"
<br>
"Well you have pleased me immensely. I shall not bother
you again this week, even though you are delectable and
I enjoyed visiting your cunt. Perhaps we shall repeat the
experience in the future. Now, your duty is to initiate
Marc if you can, and I shall content myself with my little
Meredith in the meantime. You may take your clothes and
go to your cabin, and your sister can remain with me."
<br>
Eve slipped on her dress, and carrying the bra and panties
left the cabin. Jean and I slept soundly, and at first light
made love like normal lovers.
<br>
*Plans of Attack*
<br>
Late the next morning, we three girls met in Monique's
cabin. Eve and I were already dressed and had finished breakfast,
but Monique was still abed, drinking black coffee and smoking.
"Grasse matinée, eh Monique?" I said chidingly.
"Did you have a late evening?"
<br>
"What does that mean?" asked Eve.
<br>
"You service the old man, who goes to sleep early, "
Monique retorted. "Julien can't get enough.
He woke me up three times.
<br>
"You certainly look well fucked, " I joked.
<br>
"Yes, no complaints on that score, although I'll
be sore today. How did things go with you?"
<br>
I related everything that has passed among Jean and us,
a telling which amused Monique immensely.
<br>
"You did very well, Eve. It's a shame you'll
be going home soon. You could make a lot of money with us."
<br>
"It was pretty weird, " Eve said. "I never
knew men were like that, especially the rich ones."
<br>
"There are plenty weirder than Jean, " Monique
replied. "But now, we need to decide how to charm Marc.
He obviously liked you yesterday."
<br>
"He didn't show it. All he did was stare at me the
entire meal."
<br>
"He will be a challenge, but I have an idea, "
Monique said. "Shall I give you my advice?"
<br>
"Sure."
<br>
"Meredith and I are here to be decorative and to amuse
Julien and Jean when they wish. Your presence is ambiguous,
and neither Julien nor Marc is sure of your availability.
I certainly took care to tell Julien nothing. So my belief
is that you should play the innocent. Wear your most modest
clothes, and do not go around topless either here or on the
beach at first. What is concealed is desirable. Do not show
either me or Meredith any excessive affection. In short,
act the schoolgirl. Try to encourage Marc to open up by being
friendly, but not aggressive."
<br>
"I agree with Monique, " I added. "Do
you think you can do that?"
<br>
"Sure, why not?"
<br>
Eve's opening came unexpectedly soon. The boat got
underway at noon as we were going to Monaco, about three
hours away. The crew had set up the afterdeck for skeet shooting,
and Jean, Julien, and I took turns firing at the clays that
were launched over the stern. Monique watched from a deck
chair as she perused the latest issue of Elle. Eve did not
like the noise of the shotguns, and retreated to the salon,
where she found several issues of the newspaper L'Equipe.
Marc found her there browsing the photos of sporting events.
She recounted their conversation as follows:
<br>
"Bonjour Mademoiselle. You are interested in sports?"
<br>
"Hi. Yeah, I am. I play soccer at home."
<br>
"Here we say football. What position do you play?"
<br>
"Midfield."
<br>
"Are you good?"
<br>
"Pretty good. Do you play?"
<br>
"I did, but I am not any good. But I love to go to the games."
<br>
"What team do you like?"
<br>
"PSG, Paris St. Germain that is. I see you have my newspaper.
Can you read French?"
<br>
"No. I'm just looking at the pictures."
<br>
Marc sat beside her and started to read several articles
about various football matches, particularly those relating
to PSG. It was there that Jean and I found them once our shooting
was done.
<br>
"I see you have found my son's weak point."
Jean said on entering. "I suppose he has been boring
you with football."
<br>
"Not boring at all, Mr. Jean. I play soccer, I mean
football, on my school team."
<br>
"Eve is a sports fanatic, " I added. "Football,
swimming, tennis, you name it."
<br>
"This afternoon we are anchoring off Monaco, and
will go ashore this evening. Perhaps the sport of baccarat
will appeal to you as well."
<br>
"I never heard of it."
<br>
"It's a boring card game at the casino, "
Marc replied. "I'm sure you wouldn't care
for it, and PSG has a match this evening. I suggest you might
like to watch that instead."
<br>
Eve seemed unsure how to answer, so I stepped in quickly,
"You are certainly correct, Marc. There is no reason
to bore yourself or Eve. Monique and I will accompany your
father and brother to the casino, and you can have the television
all to yourself."
<br>
The evening passed this way, with Jean winning a considerable
sum, putting him in an excellent mood. I received a nice
tip from his winnings, but I had to share with Monique as
Julien had lost and was in a bad humor afterwards. When we
returned early in the morning, neither Eve nor Marc was
visible, nor was there any sound detectable from either
cabin. We had to wait for daylight to hear how their evening
had passed. Jean and I had a quickie in his cabin, but afterwards
I was sent back to mine as Jean would be leaving after daybreak
for a quick trip to Paris. I was awakened by Eve, knocking
at the door, carrying a thermos of coffee.
<br>
"You didn't have to wake me so early, I complained,
sitting up naked in bed while sipping the first cup."
<br>
Eve, dressed in a high-necked one-piece swimsuit that
covered her charms completely but was so skintight that
it left nothing to the imagination, lay beside me. "It's
almost ten."
<br>
"We didn't get back 'til three. How did it
go with Marc?"
<br>
"We had fun. He's a real football fanatic, jumping
and yelling at the TV every thirty seconds. In between runs,
he had to tell me about every player, the coaches, the opponents,
you name it."
<br>
"That was fun?"
<br>
"Yeah. I like him. The match was a good one too, and
PSG won two-zip."
<br>
"And after?"
<br>
"We had a drinks on deck."
<br>
"Did he at least kiss you?"
<br>
"Just that cheeky thing when he said goodnight. But
I think he had a woody when he did it."
<br>
We both giggled at the thought. "I'll bet he jacked
off in his cabin, " I said. "What is the plan
now?"
<br>
"He's taking me for a ride on the jet-ski. That's
why I've got this suit on."
<br>
"That's promising. Make sure to hold on tight.
It's too bad you'll be wearing a lifejacket, or
you could rub your tits against his back."
<br>
"I have to go right away; that's why I came to see
you now."
<br>
They returned for lunch in the early afternoon. We five
dined on lobster salad, after which Julien and Monique
went to lay out on the foredeck. Eve had excused herself
to go to the toilet, and Marc asked to speak to me alone. We
climbed to the bridge, which was unoccupied.
<br>
He spoke in French, in case Eve happened to overhear. "Mademoiselle, "
he began, "forgive me if I speak to you directly."
<br>
"What is there to forgive?"
<br>
"You are my father's mistress, no?"
<br>
"No, not exactly."
<br>
"But you sleep with him?"
<br>
"We are good friends."
<br>
"I know he pays you, and that Monique too."
<br>
"What affair is any of this to you?"
<br>
"None whatsoever."
<br>
"Then why are we having this conversation?"
<br>
"Eve. I wish to know her status. Is she also being paid
by my father?"
<br>
"Monsieur Marc. My sister is very young and impressionable.
She is still in school and will not complete her bac until
next year. She is spending a holiday with me, and your father
was kind enough to invite her to come along with me this week.
She will be returning home soon, and hopefully will have
only happy memories of her time here. But what is your interest?"
I impressed even myself with this story.
<br>
"I enjoy my time with her. My intentions are completely
honorable. And I do not wish either my father or brother
to corrupt her."
<br>
"You imply they corrupted me?"
<br>
Marc seemed surprised at this question and looked at me
a long time before replying. "I do not know what you
are. My father has had many such as you and Monique in the
past, but never anyone for so long. Therefore I think you
must have some attraction for him that I cannot see myself.
At least you seem more intelligent that the others I've
met."
<br>
"Thanks for that, at least."
<br>
"I don't mean to insult you. I express myself
badly at times."
<br>
"No insult has been taken, Monsieur Marc. I suggest
you enjoy yourself with Eve's company, as she is bored
with mine already. Since you two have the same interests
all will be well."
<br>
Our conversation completed, we went to join the others.
<br>
Jean did not return that night, and after dinner Julien
requested that I join Monique and him in his cabin for a nightcap.
I knew what that meant and prepared accordingly. Monique
had told me something of his sexual preferences, so I wore
a tight sleeveless top fastened high on the neck and a black
leather miniskirt over a garter belt and black lace stockings,
lacking only the stiletto-heeled boots to be a perfect
harlot.
<br>
Julien applauded my costume. "I see Monique has briefed
you well. My father is absent tonight, and the absent are
always in the wrong" (a famous French proverb). "You
have no objection to entertaining me tonight, I trust."
<br>
"None whatsoever."
<br>
"I hope not. Monique has told me how the two of you play
together when not engaged elsewhere, and I am anxious for
a demonstration."
<br>
"Of course. Shall I undress, or would you care to assist
me."
<br>
"There is no need to undress. Just position yourself
on the bed here." I did as he demanded, waiting on hands
and knees as he pulled the skirt over my back. "Ah,
very lovely, " he said, evidently regarding my bare
rear. I looked back over my shoulder to see him standing
close behind me, and felt his fingers groping between my
legs. He was not as gentle or practiced as Jean, or else did
not care to be, as his fingers explored my slit in a rather
careless manner. Despite this cavalier treatment, my
pussy began to moisten as usual, and soon his fingers were
sticky with my fluids. "Do you always get so wet?"
he asked. "It is very attractive in a woman."
<br>
Monique was standing behind him, unbuttoning his shirt.
For a short time he stepped away so as to remove his slacks
and briefs, disclosing a nice-size cock. For her part,
Monique was nude except for a leather shelf bra, and I saw
that she was wearing a leather harness around her hips,
to which was attached a rather imposing red gel dildo. Julien
returned close to me, and rubbed the head of his cock in and
around my opening. I expected that he would fuck me then,
but I was mistaken, for he commenced to stroke himself using
my lubrication. With his free hand he once again explored
my slit, sliding his hand up and down until wet, and then
pressing his fingertips against my anus.
<br>
This last sensation was not unpleasant, although I disliked
it intensely when the fingertips that had entered my rear
returned to dip into my vagina. I held my complaints as being
futile, and suffered him to press two of his fingers into
my rear, rotating his hand so that I could feel my anal ring
relax somewhat. "Your ass is pleasingly tight, Meredith.
Has my father taken his pleasure there?"
<br>
"No!" I was afraid he was going to fuck my ass
at that moment, and squeezed it tight around his fingers,
but he merely removed his hand and motioned Monique to approach
me from the rear. She inserted the dildo into my cunt, and
started to fuck me vigorously while Julien looked on, grinning
and stroking himself.
<br>
"You like a big cock I see, " he whispered. Climbing
onto the bed in front of me, he pulled my chin up and offered
his cock to my mouth. I took in the head and began to suck it
and ran my tongue around its edge, and even into the opening,
a technique that seemed to please him. "You suck very
well, but I don't want to cum too soon, " he stated,
pulling free as I sucked in air and gasped as Monique's
actions in my pussy began to take affect. "Now, I want
you to ride on top, so I can see your cunt being fucked from
behind."
<br>
Monique removed herself and got onto the bed, lying on her
back and holding the dildo by its base, while I straddled
her hips and slowly lowered impaled myself once more on
the plastic cock. It was longer than I could take comfortably,
so that I leaned forward and made fairly short strokes.
Monique began to massage my breasts through the thin fabric
of my blouse, and the dual sensations were intensely pleasurable
as I felt my orgasm start to build. I was not prepared, however,
for Julien to climb behind me or to feel the head of his cock
pressing against my virgin ass.
<br>
"No, don't!" I cried, and tried to pull
away, but Monique held me by the arms, pulling me forward
and exposing my rear opening even more.
<br>
"Monique tells me no one has been there before, "
he said laughing, "so this will be even more piquant
than ever." He pushed into me with some force, and
as my opening had been somewhat relaxed earlier by his fingers,
I was not able to resist his attack. In a matter of a few seconds,
he was fully buried in me.
<br>
It was all quite painful, and I began to cry, both from the
pain and the humiliation of being in such a manner,
especially with the complicity of my lover. Julien was
not deterred by my tears and cries, and began to fuck my ass
rapidly. I was still attached to Monique by the dildo, and
the double penetration made it feel as if my insides were
compressed. Monique, for her part, murmured words of love
into my ear and licked my tears as I cried into her neck. Fortunately
Julien was sufficiently stimulated that my ordeal was
brought to a conclusion by his shooting a load of semen into
my intestines, after which he pulled out and collapsed
on the bed beside us. After I had pulled free from Monique
I felt behind gingerly to determine if I was really injured.
<br>
Julien looked at me, grinning, as if he had somehow given
me a present.
<br>
I hissed at him, "If you ever touch me again I'll
cut off your balls." Monique tried to calm me, but
I brushed aside her attempts, pulled the skirt down over
my hips, and limped back to my cabin. I drew a hot bath and
lowered myself gingerly into the water, wincing has my
pour rear came into contact with the water. As I soaked,
the pain lessened to a dull ache. Shortly thereafter, Monique
came into the bathroom.
<br>
"My poor Meredith, I had no idea he would treat you
that way."
<br>
"I'll bet you didn't. This sounds like something
you'd dream up."
<br>
"It's true he'd talked about doing your
ass, but he promised he be gentle, and he is paying us extra.
He's a pig sometimes, but I never thought he'd
do it like that. You can have all the money. Please don't
blame me."
<br>
"I do blame you, and I want to go home tomorrow."
<br>
"Don't be silly. If you go, Jean will want to know
why, and Eve will have to leave too. I'll stay with you
tonight, and it will be all right. Are you really hurt?"
<br>
"I don't know. I was bleeding, but it seems to
have stopped."
<br>
"Get out and I'll have a look."
<br>
I dried myself and gingerly lay on the bed, while Monique
examined me closely, being very gentle. After a few moments,
she stated, "There's a little tear, but otherwise
it looks OK." She had some ointment that she spread
carefully with a fingertip, just inside my opening, which
was itself still sore. The ointment was very soothing,
and soon the pain had almost disappeared. "It will
take a day or two to heal, and we will need to put more ointment
on after you use the toilet."
<br>
That night she held me very tenderly, and although we did
not make love, the experience was sensual and comforting.
In the morning I resolved to forgive her for her part in my
ordeal, but my enmity for Julien was unabated. At breakfast,
Julien was smirking at me and asking me how I slept. Monique
tried to appear natural, but I looked daggers at him and
refused to answer. Eve and Marc were oblivious to the interchange,
announcing their plans to spend the day ashore. Marc was
planning a trip to Nimes to show Eve the Pont du Gard and to
attend a bullfight if he could borrow the jet.
<br>
Julien shrugged and eventually took the tender ashore,
leaving the yacht to Monique and me. Jean returned two hours
later, and although I did not tell him what had happened,
I pled 'feminine problems' that evening and left
him Monique for whatever solace he required. Marc and Eve
then departed, warning that they would not be back until
late.

Post Your Comment | Mark As Favorite

Member Responses Post Your Comment

Members can vote on this response!

long but i still like it. i've probably mispelled

1/9/2006

Members can vote on this response!

Magnifique!!!

1/9/2006

Members can vote on this response!

do you smoke love your pic

1/17/2006