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   Destined to be a Queen Part IV Chapters 17-18

   MMMFF+,interr,mast,exhib,voy,cheat,oral,copr

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   This section contains graphic racial slurs spoken against people of
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   Chapter 17

   When the cab pulled up in front of the exclusive hotel, and the three,
drunk women piled out of the taxi, looking like a trio of hookers the way
the were dressed in their skimpy dresses, the doorman might have denied
them access, thinking that they were here to find johns for their
prostitute business.  But since he had seen them leave earlier sober, he
knew that they were guests.  They made a spectacle of themselves as they
walked in, arm in arm to hold one another up, through the exclusive hotel
lobby and giggling all the way.  They finally figured out that they had to
punch the "P" button to get to their room, and laughed about that.  When
they arrived at their doorway for the penthouse suite, it took them five
minutes to find their room access card and finally get it to work, after
putting it in wrong several ways, several times.

   As they finally stumbled into the room, Marie brought out a full
decanter of mondia tea and as each lady sat on a plush chair, talking and
laughing about the night's activities, they each had a big glass of the
powerful aphrodisiac.  They finished up with more of the vodka and tonic.
By eleven o'clock, all were pretty well smashed, and ready to drop off to
sleep.

   "Well, ladies," Marie said, "we had better go to bed, because we have a
fancy ball to go to tomorrow night!"

   All three giggled and started walking towards Marie's bedroom, in single
file with Agnetha in the middle.  The room was dimly lit, so each woman
started undressing, maybe each on thinking she was in her own bedroom. 
When all had stripped down to just their hosiery on, and nothing else, they
pulled the cover down and climbed onto the king-sized bed and collapsed in
the center, with Anna in the middle, without even thinking about that they
all had gone to bed together.

   After about 5 minutes, Anna reached over and started rubbing and kissing
one of Marie's breasts.  She covered the dark areola with wet kisses then
suckled the erect nipple when it stood at attention, as if she was
desperate to drink milk out of them.

   "Please, make love to me, Marie!" whispered a drunk but very horny
Agnetha.

   By this time, on the other side of the beautiful blond, Isabella had her
arm over Anna, and was fingering her pussy, bringing juices flowing out and
making the young mother even hornier than she already was.  Within ten
minutes, Isabella was lapping abundant nectar from the Scandinavian's pit
of passion, while the sexy African sat on the face of her sexy co-worker.
Moans turned into cries, which turned into screams as the orgasms started
to hit the women who had lusted after one another all night.

   For the next two hours, the large bed contained a boiling cauldron of
feminine flesh and sex organs.  Whoever was on Agnetha's cunt at the time
got a treat sucking the extended 21/2-inch clit and drank from the heated
cavity producing the ambrosia of the gods.  Anna had never cum so many
times and lost count early in the hot, lesbian orgy.  The smell of sex was
stifling in the room, as if anyone of them cared.  Every imaginable
position possible for a female threesome was executed until they all
collapsed and passed out from the fatigue of extreme, passionate sex, and
alcohol.

   About 11 o'clock next morning, Izzy's voice pierced the morning solace.

   "Hey!  Get your skanky cunt with that tiny dick on it out of my face,
bitch!"

   "You didn't think my cunt was so skanky last night when you were sucking
cum out of it, you slut!" came Agnetha's aggravated response.

   "Both you bitches quit complaining.  My ass feels like one of you shoved
your arm up it last night!" grumbled Marie.

   With gripes and gasps, all three females pulled their mangled bodies
apart, peeled the hosiery off, most of which was already torn in shreds,
and all three stumbled towards Marie's communal shower.  The warm water
felt good on the weary bodies of the three, lesbian lovers who were slowly
coming back to life.  As the hard, stinging spray hit naked breasts,
causing nipples to grow hard and dark, it wasn't long before one started
sucking another's tits, which then led to feminine fingers plowing into wet
pussies.  Now the sighs weren't from headaches and hangovers, but once
again from passion and love.  Marie kissed Isabella, who then kissed
Agnetha deeply, and then Agnetha kissed her beautiful, African co-worker
deeply with great passion.  Finally they got down to the business of
soaping up one another's wet, naked bodies, with hands caressing breasts,
and, crevices of vagina's and ass holes.  After finally rinsing, each dried
one another off with the giant, soft, terry towels, then all walked
leisurely and naked out to the main room to sit on the couch.

   As yesterday, Isabella ordered their meal from room service, and once
again mentioned the name of Jean Claude.  The sexy mulatto brought out
plenty of mondia tea for each to drink.

   When the rap at the door came, Anna jumped up and said, "I'll get it!"
As she opened the door there was Jean Claude standing with his eyes bugged
out and his mouth wide open.

   "Well, are you going to bring it in or just stand there and gawk at me,
Jean Claude?" teased the beautiful blonde who just yesterday, was shy,
timid, and trying to hide herself from his view.

   He rolled his cart in and gave the ticket again to Marie, who signed for
it.  Quickly, Izzy jumped up and said "Me first!"

   "Thank you, Jean Claude!" then once again wrapped her arms around his
neck and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, and again took his hand and
rammed it up her tight, wet twat and made squishing noises when she was
good and wet.  Jean Claude, could barely stand up.

   "I'm next," Marie quickly spoke.  She grabbed the young Frenchman by his
shoulders and told him, "Thank you, Jean Claude!" With that Marie kneeled
in front of him, unzipped his trousers, and fished out a good 8-inch cock
and began sucking on it.  The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the
room, making an erotic atmosphere, and making the other women rub their
pussies, as they stood nude.  After about a minute of expert cock sucking,
Jean Claude blew a good-sized load into Marie's mouth as he gasped out loud
at the stinging rush that went through his crotch.  When the beautiful
African stuffed his man-meat back into his pants, with white, creamy cum
running out of the corners of his mouth, she made a great display of
swallowing his baby-making cream and smacking her mouth as if it were sweet
syrup.  She leaned in and also deeply kissed the young man and spoke,

   "Merci beaucoup, Jean Claude!"

   Izzy looked at the gorgeous blonde that was left and challenged, "Top
that, Miss Minnesota!"

   Agnetha stood briefly looking into his green eyes with her deep blue
eyes, then slowly pushed the young man down by his shoulders until he was
kneeling before the beautiful, naked wife, and face level with her crotch.
She then immediately pulled his face into her twat, to which he immediately
started eating her out and licking as if by instinct.  That began a minute
of a raunchy, nasty display of holding the back of his head and his face
plastered to her cunt.  With her wedding rings plainly visible, she threw
her head back and screamed,

   "Eat me, you fucking son of a bitch!  Eat me I said!  You mother fucker!
Eat me out!" As he stepped up his efforts, Anna began to say, "Oh, gawd! 
Oh, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  I'm cumming!  AAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!  Fuck you!  Oh, shit
he's good!" with those now familiar, vulgar words out of that sweet,
innocent mouth.

   He got a complete face wash of woman juice from her vagina until it was
dripping off his nose and chin, onto his uniform.  When the young wife got
back her composure, she stood, wrapped her arms around Jean Claude and
deeply kissed him with her cum still almost filling his mouth.

   "Tack så mycket, Jean Claude" lovingly whispered the naked, Swedish
beauty, also thanking him very much.

   By now, poor Jean Claude could hardly stand after the sexual molestation
by three very naked and very gorgeous women.  He could only bow politely
and repeat, "Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselles" over and over until he had
backed out of the room.

   The three friends looked at one another, but Izzy spoke up, "Well, I
guess Miss Minnesota gets the prize for the biggest slut of the day,
today!" and with that, all had a good laugh.

   They retrieved their meals and again sat nude in their plush chairs. 
Even the previously reserved Agnetha, lounge complete naked.  Each one ate
a hardy breakfast and sipped hot coffee, chilled wine, or mondia tea,
whichever was closest.

   In discussing the day's agenda, they knew that tonight would be the
formal reception at the Zamibian embassy, where the new ambassador to
France would be welcomed by a delegation of the French government.  The
three ladies were all invited to go, along with Isabella, to serve as "eye
candy" for the event.  When their meal was finished, Marie called a very
exclusive salon in Paris to confirm three appointments for that afternoon
at 2 o'clock.  She had initially made the appointments two weeks ago when
she found out they would be here in Paris.

   Each woman left their room wearing tight tube tops that did not come
near covering their slender stomachs.  Their boob meat was spilling over
and under the skimpy garments, matched with very skimpy shorts.  Of course,
stilettos completed the prostitute look.  As they walked through the ritzy
hotel lobby, they received appreciative stares from every male in viewing
distance, until they exited the building.  A taxi picked them up in front
of the posh hotel, again under the watchful eyes of their security detail.

   Arriving precisely at 2 o'clock, the three lovely ladies were escorted
into a special area of the boutique where they were pampered in every way
imaginable.  A hot spa session started their experience in which the steam
cleansed every pore of their bodies.  Next came the massage of each
gorgeous woman, by an expert masseur.  Each man was a hunk with broad
shoulders and tight six-pack abs under their tight T-shirts, which they
readily shed when asked.  The tight shorts could not possibly conceal the
bulges of their cock meat.  Of course, the clients had to be naked to
receive the most benefit from their skillful hands.  When their backs-side
were completely massaged, with very special attention paid around their
anuses, they each were told to turn over, face up, on their tables.

   Izzy exclaimed, "I just can't believe this is happening!" to which the
other women laughed.  First the legs, abdomens, arms, and necks were
methodically rubbed.  Then each of the beautiful and full breasts were
molded and thoroughly rubbed and massaged with fine oil and firm hands. 
The nipples were played with as they were rolled and plucked with skillful
fingers.  Agnetha did not believe she had ever seen her nipples stand up
that hard!  Finally, special attention was given the pelvic and crotch
areas.  Since Marie and Agnetha did not need any hair removal, there was no
need for a Brazilian wax like Isabella received.  As each pussy was
expertly massaged and rubbed with warm oil, each woman moaned and begged to
be fucked right there.  But since that was against the salon rules, each
had to settle for a skillful, cunnilingus session from each of the
handsome, young men.  Each woman, including Agnetha, reached up and felt
the rock hard cocks through the clean white shorts of each man.

   Each qualified professional could not help but leak generous amounts
pre-cum into their shorts, making obvious wet stains.  As Anna was feeling
another man's cock other than her husband's, the thought came to the young
wife and mother's mind, "I'm becoming such a slut!  But I love it!" she
decided.

   Right then, each woman was brought off to an explosive climax by the
mouth of her professional masseur.  Their screams of delight could be heard
resonating throughout the entire salon.  Shampoos, facials, manicures and
pedicures were all completed in the salon sessions that afternoon.  With a
promise to do some shopping for their clubbing night, the trio headed back
to the hotel.  When they walked back through the hotel lobby, again they
were watched by every man and by half of the women.  The other females
turned their noses up at them as if they were cheap whores.

   After a snack of a cheese plate and Bordeaux wine, three gorgeous women
helped each other prepare for the formal reception at the embassy. 
Isabella chose a yellow gown, Marie a green gown, and Agnetha had her red
sequined gown with the long cutout in front that reached from under her
bust line to just below her pelvic region almost to her pubis.  As before
at the formal reception in New York, all gowns had a slit up the front to
the crotch area.  When they walked, they showed not only a generous amount
of legs and thighs, but also just a peek of feminine delight!  And, of
course, all were strapless to show off their tits to their fullest
potential.

   When Agnetha took one last look at herself in the dressing mirror, she
was finishing off her third glass of mondia tea for the afternoon.  The
gorgeous woman looking back at her looked nothing like the rural Minnesota
girl that left home about ten years ago.  This was a beautiful, classy lady
of the world, with flawless make-up, hair, and a body that most women would
die for.  And she wore a beautiful, tight fitting gown to perfectly show
every sensuous curve of that body off.  Her breasts were hanging out so far
as to be almost indecent.  As the last bit of tea was drunk from her glass
and put down, she spoke to the image.

   "There you are girl!  You have arrived!  Now you are officially a
first-class, high-paid whore for the country of Zamibia!  And you love it!
You know you do!"

   With that, she turned and left the room with her two other gorgeous
friends.  Again in the lobby, all heads turned as three extraordinary
looking angels swayed their butts through the lobby and out the door.  A
white limousine from the Zamibian embassy was waiting for them to take them
to the formal affair.  They climbed in under the watchful eye of a Zamibian
security detail.

   The three beauties arrived at the embassy complex and were escorted in
by three handsome but very black gentlemen that were very well dressed in
tuxedos.  They entered a formal stateroom which contained many other
well-dressed people and dignitaries.  Other females were in attendance, but
none were as beautiful and ravishing as Agnetha, Isabella, and Marie.  With
a glass of champagne in hand, each lady set about mingling with the many
guests.  Anna had gained a tremendous amount of self-confidence since the
last event she attended in New York.  Now, she was completely at ease as
she walked up to people, her boobs spilling out lewdly, and introduced
herself as Agnetha Johnson O'Brien, administrative assistant to Deputy
Ambassador Mubuntu of the United Nations.  This was the first time the
young wife had included her maiden name in introductions since she had been
married.  No formal gloves were worn tonight so the wedding rings she had
received from Michael were on full display on her left hand.  This was
never so evident as when Deputy Ambassador Mubuntu himself came up to her
and took her left hand and gently kissed her fingers, so the rings were
right in front of the big, black lips that so tenderly showed affection to
her.  The very act made her tingle to the core, and caused the familiar
feeling of wetness in her vagina.  Again, she wore no panties, by her own
choice, and did not care if she did leak woman juice down her legs.

   At just that moment, a DJ hired to provide dance music, cued up "I Want
To Feel What Love Is" by Journey.  The deputy ambassador asked the lovely
blonde if she would like to dance, to which she replied that she would love
to.  The gorgeous young wife gave herself into his massive arms to dance to
the beautiful, slow number.  Nothing was spoken between employer and
employee, but nothing needed to be said as she laid her small head over on
his powerful chest.  The contrast of his very black skin and her alabaster,
white skin and blonde hair brought more than a few comments from the
attendees, and especially from her two roommates, Marie and Isabella.  The
electricity she felt from this intimate contact was captivating her soul
and seemed to enter her body at the sweltering furnace between her legs. 
Then she felt it, the huge bulge from his groin area caused by the
autonomic response when a sexy woman is near a male of the species.  Here
was her employer getting a hard on, because of her!  The lewd thought made
her pussy cream even more, as she gently swayed in time to the music with
this huge, Negro man.  All thoughts of Michael had disappeared.  In fact,
her wedding rings were now on the other side of this big man where she
could not be reminded of her sacred vows.  As the song neared its end, the
lyrics kept going through her head, "I want to know what love is.  I want
you to show me!"

   Just then the tiny thought was planted in the back of her mind, which
would come to fruition later, "I want to be your bitch!"

   When the song ended, Mubuntu bowed graciously and thanked his beautiful
assistant for the dance, and she politely curtsied and thanked him also for
the invitation to dance.  Just then, the Prime Minister of Zamibia started
the ceremony of introduction of the new Ambassador to France.  Agnetha made
her way back over to stand between her girlfriends and picked up a martini
from a waiter on the way.  Of course, Isabella made a ridiculous comment to
Anna about her new boyfriend but got a jab in the side from the smiling,
blond beauty as she sipped her drink.

   The ceremony was simple but boring for the three sexy ladies.  All the
aphrodisiac they had consumed back at the hotel, and the alcohol here made
them all horny as hell.  They each wanted a dick in their pussy and didn't
matter whose!  When the brief ceremonies were over, the trio began working
the crowd as before.  After about an hour, Marie came and got Agnetha and
Izzy who followed her two another room.  The Swedish blond thought that
this was familiar!

   Upon arriving in the private room off of the main ballroom, several
African men were standing talking to one another until the lovely ladies
entered the room and stood in a row.  Isabella, the sexy Latin wine dealer,
was on one end, Marie, the half-breed African, was in the middle, leaving
the Swedish wife and mother, Anna, on the end.  The prime minister made a
formal introduction of the ladies to the new ambassador of Zamibia to
France, the country's former colonial overseer.  The lineup of the men was
casually made during the introductions.  Mubuntu stood in front of
Isabella, the Prime Minister of Zamibia stood in front of Marie, leaving
the new Ambassador to France standing in front of the gorgeous blond. 
Then, as if it were a normal request, the prime minister spoke a simple
command.

   "Ladies, please show us your luscious breasts!"

   Without any delay or forethought, each woman reached up to her own bosom
and pulled down her gown while looking directly looking into the eyes of
the man in front of them.  Each woman was smiling graciously.  Then came
the breast molestation of each slut that stood before each man.  Izzy made
a groan, not because of pain, but because of the pleasure she was receiving
from Mubuntu.  "Yo soy tu puta" the gorgeous brunette whispered in Spanish
as she gave herself erotically to him.  Each woman's nipple was pulled,
rolled, and suckled until all six stood straight and erect.  Each man, when
he was ready, then reached through the split of the gown of his own
personal whore to begin the genital molestation phase.

   All three women were now gasping and sobbing with pleasure as each had a
big, black African pushing his fingers and hands up into their cunts.  The
noise of wetness and squishing filled the room along with the pleasure
sounds of the three lovely whores.  The pungent smell of a woman's cunt
filled the air.

   When each man grew weary of the lewd vexation of his harlot, the hand
was pulled out and held before the woman's face, which in turn began to
lick and suck on the fingers and hands as if they were grateful, little
girls who had just received a candy treat!  Agnetha had learned her lesson
well in her first formal reception in New York two weeks ago, knowing
exactly what was expected of her at each stage.  When the hand was cleansed
of lubricant by the woman's tongue, each man unbuckled his belt, and
dropped his trousers and underwear for the ladies to view and appreciate
their erect rods of breeding.

   One by one, starting with Isabella, each kneeled in front of her Negro
man and began to give the best blowjob that they knew how to give.  What
Anna lacked in experience, she well made up for it in enthusiasm.  The
Zamibian ambassador would later remark that he thought the blond girl was
going to suck his balls out through his cock!  Anna used her left hand to
jack the black dick and showed off the sparkle of her wedding rings as they
caught light from the room chandeliers.  She did not care at that moment
about her marital status.  The vulgar display went on until one by one each
man shot a complete load of baby-making juice into the mouth of his
personal cock-sucker.  Each man groaned his own appreciation of the ability
of his own personal slut.  But again, Agnetha had been frigging herself
with her free hand while holding her black, meat stick.  She again orgasmed
with a massive seizure that shook her whole body.  Again, she fell back on
her ass allowing the ambassador to hose her down with the remains of his
spunk.  The Swedish mother simply lay down on her back in the floor,
shaking and trembling.

   All during this time, she kept repeating the same phrase, "I'm your
whore!  I'm your whore!  I'm your whore" until the sperm shower had stopped
and her own spasms had ended.  But not letting any good sperm go to waste,
Mubuntu and the prime minister also approached the blond harlot and
finished their own dribbling on Anna, especially covering her belly where
the cut away of her gown left her bare.  The extra cum pooled in her deep
navel making the wicked scene even more debase and completing her complete
descent into debauchery.  Isabella and Marie helped Anna off the floor and
each stood bare-chested in front of the men while each shook their hands
and kissed each on the cheek thanking them for a wonderful time.  The
dignitaries left the room.

   The trio of beautiful women pulled their fronts back up over their
bosoms, to give some modicum of decency to the embassy.  This time, Anna
did not complain of being covered with white sperm, but simply walked out
to the ballroom with white spunk in her hair, on her face, and running down
her ample breasts and belly, just as her two friends did.  It was even
beginning to gel in her deep belly button.  She was beginning to understand
the meaning of the Zamibian "badge of honor." All three continued to mingle
through the formal crowd as if it were nothing to be a common tramp, with
cum sticking in their hair, sticking to their faces, breasts, and in Anna's
case, her belly.  Anna heard a few feminine gasps and whispers off to the
side, but made sure she turned, smiled, and greeted each woman that had
commented on her disgusting appearance, with a very cordial smile.

   "I'm Agnetha Johnson O'Brien.  I'm so glad to meet you.  How do you like
my dress and decoration?" spoken just for spite.

   About nine o'clock, Marie suggested to her cohorts that they should be
getting back to the hotel.  The limousine took them back and the three
walked proudly through the grand lobby with evidence of sexual debauchery
dried over their bodies.  While in the elevator, Izzy pulled her bodice
down, displaying her sizeable tits with dried cum all over them.  Anna
laughed at her and did the same.  Every few floors, passengers would join
them and ride up to another floor, sneaking peeks at the lascivious display
of the two beautiful women.  Usually when each departed the elevator, they
looked back for one more peek at the exhibitions.

   When they arrived at their room, a note had been tucked under the door
for "Mrs.  Agnetha O'Brien." When she read it, it was from Michael, who
said he would call her on Skype at 9 o'clock New York time and gave her the
information on how to connect.

   "That would be 4 o'clock in the morning Paris time, the damn idiot," she
said!

   But she determined to get up just before 4 so she could hopefully see
her son, if anything.  Isabella had her own laptop with her for business,
and talked on Skype regularly with her brother, so she set it up for Anna
and showed her how to log on, so she could do it by herself.  The three had
party plans for tomorrow night, which meant they didn't need to have a late
night party like the previous evening.  All three went to Isabella's room,
stripped, showered together in the massive shower, then crawled into bed
together.  Tonight, Izzy's bed would be the scene of hot lesbian
lovemaking. By midnight, Anna's alarm was set for 3:50 a.m.  Paris time and
all three were asleep, naked in each other's arms.

   Chapter 18

   When the alarm went off at 3:50, Anna pulled herself out of bed when she
finally realized what the alarm was for.  She stumbled into the bathroom of
Izzy's bedroom and jumped into the shower for a quick wake up jolt.  After
drying and slipping into one of the very short terry cloth robes, she
stumbled into main room and plopped down in front of the laptop Izzy had
set up for her.  It was 3:58 a.m.  and she wasn't good awake yet after only
about four hours sleep, but it would be good to see her son over the
computer.

   Exactly at 4 o'clock, the signal came through and she was connected to
Mike.

   "Hi, honey!  How are you doing?" came a cheerful greeting from New York.

   "Oh, hi.  I'm fine but we got in late from a thing at the embassy
tonight.  How are you?  Where's Patrick?" she inquired.

   "Oh, I'm fine, and, uh, Patrick is over at the neighbor lady's house
sleeping over.  She said her kids wanted Pat to come back over for a
sleepover again tonight.  You know they are sure getting along well," Mike
said, but his eyes shifted away from the web-cam just when he said that the
neighbor lady wanted Pat to come over.

   "Oh, okay.  I was really looking forward to seeing Pat.  Is he excited
about starting first grade next week?" asked Anna.

   "Yeah, he sure is.  You know Pat has always enjoyed his school through
pre-K and kindergarten," Mike returned.  "What time is it there anyway?"
like he couldn't look on Google and find what time it was, the sleepy wife
thought.

   She yawned, and said "It's four in the morning here." That's when Anna
saw just a shadow in the background behind Mike.  She couldn't be certain,
since she was looking through sleepy eyes, but it resembled a young girl
who might have her wet hair wrapped up in a towel!  And she was naked!

   "Is there someone with you there, Mike?" asked Anna, now a little more
awake and alert.

   "No, honey, it's just me here.  Like I said, Pat is at his sleepover. 
Are you staying busy there in Paris?" Mike quickly asked as if to change
the subject.

   "Yes, we are.  Marie has this real good friend named Isabella Martinez
from California who travels through Europe with her wine business, and she
met us here.  She's really nice and funny, and the three of us have hit it
off well," explained the cautious wife.  Now her eyes were concentrating on
the background in the monitor screen.

   "That's good," Mike replied.  "It's good to be able to see the sights in
a place like that where you've never been before."

   It was just at that time when she saw another female figure in the
background walking toward the camera but turned before she got near the
living room.  She was dark complected, young, curvy, and her areoles were
large and very dark on large tits.  And this one was also naked!  Both of
the figures she saw walked like women and looked very much like Mira and
Kira, who Anna only saw that one time, but she would never forget those
bitches' faces.

   The phone rang there in New York, and Mike picked it up, spoke for just
a few seconds and then said, "Okay, I'll be right over," and hung up the
phone.

   "That was our neighbor, Anna.  She said Patrick forgot his toothbrush
and she didn't have an extra one.  You know how he is about brushing his
teeth every night.  I need to run his toothbrush over next door.  You go on
back to sleep, honey, and we will hook up another night, when Pat is here,
okay?  Bye-bye now!" and with that quick exit, Michael was gone and the
screen was blank.  The young wife just sat there, trying to comprehend what
just went on.

   "CRASH!" was the first sound that woke Isabella up.  Then she heard the
most awful racket and commotion ever coming from outside her bedroom.  Izzy
shook Marie awake, and said that something is going on and it sounds like
someone has broken in and trying to kidnap Anna!  Marie sat up quickly and
she heard the ruckus as well.  It sounded like things being hurled against
the wall and screaming!  Both women jumped up, still naked, and ran out
into the main room to see what was going on.  From Agnetha's designated
room came the noises and more yelling.

   "That no good, two timing, cheating son of a bitch!" screamed their
roommate at the top of her lungs.  "When I get my hands on his neck, I'll
strangle him and kill him, then cut his tiny, little pecker off and feed it
to a stray dog!" and then came another "WHUMP" from the room as something
else was flung against a wall.

   Agnetha came through the door and Marie and Izzy had to jump out of the
way of the tiny dynamo!  Agnetha picked up an empty champagne bottle and
threw it at the door entrance, where it shattered into hundreds of pieces!

   "Anna!  What the hell's wrong!" both women asked her simultaneously.

   "That no good, two-timing mother-fucker, cheating, son of a bitch
husband of mine is what's wrong!" Anna screamed again out of control.  "I
just saw him on that computer screen, so concerned about me, but our son is
next door and he has got those two bitch nieces of yours there, running
around our house naked!  I saw them!  He didn't think I did, but I saw them
in the background!  When I get back, I'm going to kill those bitches too,
Marie.  I don't care if they are your nieces.  The nerve of that guy!  I've
not been gone more than three days and he's got not one but two sluts moved
into our bed and fucking their brains out!"

   By this time, Anna was already exhausted and dropped onto the couch and
started crying her eyes out.  Marie and Isabella rushed over to not only
console her, but to also keep her from doing any more damage!

   "There, there, now honey!"

   "It will be okay"

   "You'll get through this, sweetie!"

   "Yeah, men are all pigs!" came the repartee between the two other women,
still trying to console their angry, blond friend.

   You know what I'm going to do, girls?" came Anna's rising voice again.

   "What?" both said in unison, but were afraid of the answer from the
extremely angry woman.

   "I'm going to find the biggest, blackest, dirtiest nigger dick I can
find and I'm going to fuck his brains out!  Yeah, that's what I'm going to
do!  He thinks he can shack up with those two nigger sluts while I'm
supporting him and my son over here?  Well, buddy, you ain't seen anything
yet!  I'm going to become the biggest nigger whore in the world!  Just you
wait and see!  You think I've been sucking big, black African dicks before,
wait until I get one of them stuffed up in my pussy and I make them shoot
their baby juice in my belly!  Then I'll show that mother-fucking son of a
bitch!" Anna screamed then fell back down in Marie's lap crying her eyes
out.

   Isabella didn't know much what to do, so while Marie was stroking her
co-worker's golden hair, she called room service and ordered plenty of
coffee, and juice, and some whiskey while she was at it.  She didn't even
ask for Jean Claude.  The order came a few minutes later and Izzy opened
the door, but with her short bathrobe on this time.  It took about an hour
to get the young wife and mother calmed down, but after enough juice and
whiskey and leftover wine got in her system, she was out like a light.  Her
friends guided her back to Isabella's bed where they all went to sleep, and
after stripping the robe off the young Swedish woman, they both climbed in
bed on either side of her to try to salvage their night's sleep.

   ***

   Around 9 o'clock, on Sunday morning, all three got up and again took a
shower together to freshen up.  Anna was still melancholy but was feeling
better after she got her initial anger out.  Breakfast was ordered, but
Jean Claude had Sunday's off, so a young lady in a low cut, very short
uniform dress brought the cart this morning.  While discussing what they
would do today, since Marie and Anna would be leaving for Zamibia tomorrow,
it was decided to do the best therapy in the world for a woman who was
feeling down, shopping!  Also, Marie suggested they try another club that
she had heard of that was a really hot place to go called Les Chandelles,
and they could all get new, sexy outfits to go in.  The sexy mulatto said
it was a place that had been described on the Internet as "dark and
swanky...the underground of Paris gone wrong...  and almost everyone wears
lingerie...  around every corner there are people 'getting to know one
another' and even more people watching."

   When the sexpot Isabella heard that, she yelled, "Hot damn!  I've got to
go check that place out!" So all three agreed that it was a good plan to go
shopping then go clubbing.

   Two o'clock saw the three hitting the fashionable boutiques of downtown
Paris.  They went through several places that catered especially to the
chic and sexy woman in her twenties.  All agreed that since they were going
as a group, they would try to be matching but different.  Agnetha spotted
the dress she wanted and knew it would set off her womanly charms
perfectly. A soft, leather mini-dress that hugged every sexy curve caught
the young wife's eye.  She had been wronged so she was going to show the
world exactly what her husband had neglected to see.  The dress came down
only about 6 inches below her cunt when standing.  Of course when sitting,
everything would be on display for anyone who wanted to see.  A large
zipper held the front together with a 3-inch ring on the pull.  Of course
it was strapless, so when the oversized zipper was pulled all the way down,
the two halves separated and the garment could easily be shed!  Anna wanted
her dress in a sensuous black.  Isabella picked a matching dress in
whorehouse red that matched her personality, while Marie chose another just
like it in bright yellow that perfectly contrasted her skin color, and a
lot of skin would be shown!

   The trio talked about getting some very sheer lingerie at the shop, but
agreed, "why buy something to put on, that a man was going to tear off so
soon?" After a late lunch at another quaint sidewalk cafe, the three
friends returned to the hotel.  Each lady helped the other with make-up and
shoes to match.  Agreement was made that tonight, no one would wear any
hosiery and garter belts, and definitely no panties.  All the clothing each
woman would have was the dress and shoes.  Nothing else!

   Tonight, Anna gladly accepted a handful of condoms from Isabella so she
could cheat on her husband.

   At 8 o'clock, three gorgeous creatures that most would be mistaken for
high-class prostitutes swayed their asses through the lobby again and
caught a taxicab outside, under the watchful eyes of their security detail.
The address of 1 rue Thérèse was given to the driver and the three, hot
women set off for an evening of anticipated debauchery and adultery.

   When they entered the club, there was a mystic glow of candles from
everywhere, obviously, because Les Chandelles is French for "The Candles."
But this definitely was no church!  The three gorgeous friends were taken
to a table, and the tight fitting leather dresses outlined the movement of
every curve as they walked, catching the eyes of many already seated.

   Of course, champagne was served immediately and the first toast Izzy
made was "to freedom!" Each glass was immediately consumed.

   Next, Agnetha held up her glass and toasted, "to hell with cheating
husbands!"

   "To hell with cheating husbands" shouted both her friends in the toast.
When the glasses were again filled, Marie who had not offered a toast yet
held her glass up and proclaimed,

   "To the Queen of the Niduru!"

   "To the Queen of the Niduru" came the response from Anna and Izzy.

   Anna wasn't sure by what her co-worker meant by "Queen of the Niduru,"
but her mind was already becoming fuzzy with the alcohol already consumed,
so she didn't question the strange phrase.



   A light meal was ordered, but of course Agnetha had to make sure exactly
what the food was.  This gave an intense giggle to the slightly intoxicated
young ladies.  The section they were seated in was a dark, pink color with
plush coverings on the chairs and couches, and matching plush carpeting. 
The mood lighting was illuminating other couples in various stages of
copulation around them.  The ads on the Internet were not incorrect in
their raunchy description of this place!

   Several sharply dressed guys, which was house rules for men, suits or
dress jackets, came by and tried to start up conversations with the three.
Basically hitting on them was what they were doing.  All seemed to pay
special attention to the gorgeous, white blond in the middle of the group,
who had her luscious legs crossed, but with an upskirt view available, and
cum fuck me stilettos dangling from the foot.  Just the sight of the
deliciously sexy creature gave every man an erection and many women erect
nipples and creamy cunts as they walked by.

   A trio of Jamaican men stopped by after an hour and a half, and offered
to buy all three ladies drinks.  Where all other twat hunters had been shot
down, these three had some mysterious air about them that fascinated all
three ladies.  Marie, Izzy, and Anna agreed and each of the tall, handsome,
and extremely black men sat beside each of the sexy ladies, and began
conversations.

   When the waitress in the skimpy uniform came by, one of the men, named
John, ordered two bottles of tequila with lime and salt for the group. 
When the drinks were brought, John showed Anna, who had never seen the
process before, how she was to consume the shot, lick the salt from the
back of the hand, and bite into a lime wedge.  After her first try, all had
a good laugh at the pretty Swede in the clumsy process she went through. 
But by her third attempt, she got the hang of it, and six empty shot
glasses came down on the table simultaneously.

   A DJ started playing some techno genre and Izzy and Anna joined their
partners, basically a few feet from their tables with bumps and grinds. 
Izzy pulled her zipper ring down to let her boobs hang free and her tits
swayed to the beat of the music.  Not to be outdone by her partner, Anna
also followed suit letting her tits bounce to the beat, unconstrained by
the tight, leather dress.  A slow dance number followed next and the women
did not bother zipping up their zippers in order to let their breasts press
tightly against the body of her black man.  Each Jamaican took their
massive hands and gripped the tight ass of their partners as they danced. A
couple of times, they copped a feel of their partner's tits, which was
welcomed by the indecent sluts.  The extreme contrast of the white-skinned
Swedish girl and the black-skinned Jamaican man was very prominent.  And
while dancing close, Anna could feel a tremendous piece of long meat
underneath John's pants as they swayed to the music.  Of course, her honey
pot began dispensing its precious fluid immediately, anticipating an
invasion of the black log!

   After returning to the couch, Marie went to dance with her man, and also
pulled the zipper ring of her bright yellow, leather dress down to expose
her light chocolate breasts with dark areolas, but she unzipped to her
navel.  They danced a slow dance then kissed deeply, with the man's hand
grasping a chocolate-cream breast, before returning to the table.

   The first bottle of tequila was finished and the second bottle was
opened.  The chatting amongst the new friends continued.  The good-looking
Jamaicans explained that they were in the IT field and had come to Paris
for a conference to protect against cyber-crime.

   John, Anna's "date," asked her about the wedding rings on her fingers.

   Anna responded matter of factly, "Oh, those?  My cheating, piece of shit
husband gave them to me several years ago.  But the mother fucker is at
home now, fucking two black girls in my marriage bed, while our son sleeps
in the next room.  So this is just me getting back at the bastard.  The
girls here will tell you that last night, I promised to fuck the biggest,
thickest, blackest cock that I could find to stick up in my tight, white
pussy!"

   The admission slightly shocked the other five, but Anna kept on drinking
her tequila, then told John.  "John, you are the biggest, blackest guy I've
seen, and if what I felt under your pants out there on the dance floor is
any indication, you are first in line!"

   Marie was quick to correct Anna about her statement.  "Anna, last night
you said, and I quote, 'I'm going to find the biggest, blackest, dirtiest
nigger dick I can find and I'm going to fuck his brains out!'"

   With that clarification, all at the table laughed out loud so hard, all
other patrons around them looked their way.  The Jamaicans could not
believe that a petite and sweet looking white woman would use such
language!

   Another half an hour went by, and the Jamaican men were getting bold by
copping feels and squeezes of the women's abundant breasts, and the females
responded by oohs and moans as they deeply French kissed the offending
partner.  The music turned to a heavy beat song that would have fit well in
any burlesque show.

   Agnetha was so drunk by now, she jumped up on the small table in front
of their couch and unzipped her tight, black dress all the way down to the
hem, putting her boobs and pussy on display for anyone to see.  She held up
her hands over her head and jerked her ass back and forth in time to the
vulgar beat.  It wasn't long before Isabella had joined her friend on the
table, unzipped her dress open, with a lewd dance of her own.  The two
women then turned and gave each other the nastiest and most indecent
lesbian kiss anyone had seen in that club in a while.  Their naked breasts
bounced and rubbed together as they danced and kissed.  Most of the patrons
had already turned and were watching the obscene display already.  After
sucking on each other's tongue a while, each simply reached up and slipped
the other's tight leather dress off the back of the shoulders.  Now both
women were completely naked, except for their prostitute shoes, bumping and
grinding to the music.  Each took off their own heels so they could dance
on the table while drunk and each woman was now completely nude and lewd.
Izzy would play with Anna's ample breasts while Anna was fingering the hot
Latin's cunt so hard, anyone could hear the squishing sounds over the
music. Isabella came so hard she went to her knees screaming "Oh,gawd!  Oh,
gawd!."

   "Take that you bitch!" screamed the blond goddess as she licked the
Latin nectar from her fingers.  Marie would not join her good friends for
two reasons.  First, there was no more room on the table for a naked
exhibition and, second, her man had already unzipped her dress open and
when he wasn't squeezing her tits, he was finger fucking her thick-labia
pussy, as they deeply and passionately kissed.

   The club management did not come to stop the shameful exhibition,
because they actually encouraged such behavior!  That was what made their
nightclub unique.  All around the nightspot, one could observe women and
men and women and women having sex out in the open.  It was like one large
orgy, with loud music accompanied by orgasmic screams and potent
ejaculations.  After the drunken dancers got their wobbly asses off the
table and sat back down, each also started being molested by their Jamaican
date and kissed passionately.

   After about five minutes, Marie suggested that they should take their
party back to the hotel.  All were in agreement because each woman was
aching to get fucked.  While the black men picked up the remaining liquor
bottles of tequila and champagne that had not been emptied, Isabella, Anna,
and Marie simply put their arms back through their dresses, but left the
front unzipped.  They neither noticed nor cared that they were showing
their nudity to the public as they exited the club barefoot and toting
their high heels in their hands.

   When the big security guards saw the women exit the club doorway in such
a shameless manner, they quickly hailed two cabs to get them out of the
public eye.  Marie and Anna crawled in the back seat of one with their men
while Isabella got in the other with her Negro man.  There was a good
reason why Marie needed to stay with Anna on the way back to their hotel
and not allow her to have unprotected sex with the man.

   At the hotel, again the cavalcade of drunken and indecent women paraded
through the swanky lobby with their dresses completely open.  They whooped
and yelled at everybody they saw.

   "Hey, come watch me get fucked in the penthouse!"

   "Hey, lady, come on up and we'll let you see what a black cock feels
like!"

   The hotel staff breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator doors
closed, because two of the dresses were already off the two white women. 
At least it was close to midnight and the lobby was practically empty. 
When the raucous group entered the giant room each woman stood and gazed at
the view of The City of Love with the lights twinkling everywhere.  Marie
had told them it would be a spectacular sight.  Now they were viewing it
with strong, black arms holding them.

   Marie knew that they certainly did not need more alcohol, but brought
out a good supply of mondia tea for all to drink.  When the guys drank the
potion, they knew what the half-black African had served them.  Back in
their home on Jamaica, the voodoo priests and priestesses would give potent
aphrodisiac drugs to enhance a sexual experience.  When each had drank a
good portion, Marie whispered something to Izzy, who in turn walked
unsteadily into her bedroom and came right back.  In her hand, she carried
a large box of condoms.  Marie knew that her libertine friend bought them
by the case and always had a good supply.

   "Let's go to Agnetha's bedroom since this is her special night announce
the sexy mulatto, and each luscious female guided her own "date" into the
Swedish woman's room.

   The drunken blond yelled as they walked in the bedroom, "Hell yeah it's
my special night.  This is the night I officially become an adulteress!"

   The bedroom was still in disarray from the angry outburst of last night.
But nobody cared, because they were heading for the king-sized bed.  While
the men were quickly undressing, Anna gave them firm instructions.

   "Guys, you may think we are loose women, but we are really respective
governmental and business women.  So the only stipulation we put to you
tonight is that each of you wear a condom each and every time you fuck us,
no matter if you stick that big, god damn shaft of yours in our cunts or
our asses!  Blowjobs are okay.  Agreed?"

   Each man quickly agreed if they could get to do anal with any of these
beauties.

   "Ladies, do you also understand and agree," she asked of her roommates.

   Izzy spoke up, "Yes, mother!  But you know I like riding bareback best!"


   Anna said, "Hell yeah!  I agree just as long I can get a big nigger dick
to go up in this married pussy!"

   Also, since anal sex was in play, two new tubes of K-Y jelly were thrown
onto the bed for easier penetration.  With that the big, black Jamaicans
went for their own "woman" and pulled the remaining dress off and each
couple was upon the bed.

   Through the next two hours, a mass orgy of sexual intercourse and
fornication took place upon that bed.  Moans, gasps, cries of pleasure were
heard, some soft some loud.

   Agnetha screamed, "I'm an adulteress!" as John first pushed his huge
tool into the blond's married cunt.  Gasps of "I'm cumming!" "Oh, fuck me!"
"Stick that big log up my ass hole!" and other such profane rants went
though the air during the night.  The smell of sex was heavy in the air,
especially when Anna shot a stream of woman juice that landed on someone on
the other side of the bed.

   Once Anna got up and declared, "I've got to take a shit!" and went to
her commode.  In a minute, she yelled, "John, come wipe me, darling!" Never
in her life would the young, conservative woman have dreamed of saying such
things.  But vulgarity came naturally to her tonight.

   After John showed his love partner the use of the bidet, the interracial
couple resumed their place on the bed after Anna's dump.  Usually two
couples took either side of the bed and the third lay across the end, but
they all rotated efficiently.

   "AAAUUUUGGGHHH Fuck me!"

   "Here comes my load of baby cream up your cunt, bitch!"

   "Suck my clitty, you bastard!"

   "Open up that asshole, whore, so I can ream out your bowels!"

   "I'm going to drain your black balls into my belly!"

   "I'm a mother, so fuck me, you mother fucker!"

   All such indecent howls were screamed continually.  But only Agnetha,
the sweet, beautiful, Swedish young mother from Minnesota, could belt out
that last filthy command.  One might have thought her descent into total
depravity and debauchery had been accomplished, but not yet!

   The orgy had been well underway a while, when the sexy blond was on top
of John riding cowgirl.  Izzy and Marie were resting to the side when the
obnoxious Latin got an idea.

   "Hey, Anna, have you ever had a t-p?" Izzy inquired.

   With a puzzled look Anna replied, "No.  But when I was about ten, a boy
that lived next door had a tee pee.  "

   "Well, my adulteress friend, we are about to give you your own!"

   Isabella positioned Marie's boyfriend around so that Anna could lean
over and suck on his cock.  Izzy positioned her boyfriend with a fresh
condom on his massive dick behind the Swedish beauty.  Izzy daubed a
generous amount of K-Y jelly on the big dick, all around Anna's tight
crinkle hole, and even opened it a little and squirted some inside.  Anna
was too busy concentrating on the big penis in her mouth and the one up in
her twat to realize what was going on.  The nasty Latin guided her man's
spear up to the poop hole of the pretty little Swede and had him push. 
Anna's eyes popped open as large as saucers and started squirming!  John
tightly held her body on top of his, and Marie's date held her mouth firmly
onto his pole.  She was going nowhere.

   From the back, the Jamaican slowly eased his black pole in while Anna
was screaming, "Ummmmmmmm!!!" but could not get an intelligible sound
around the cock lodged in her mouth.  With more gentle pressure, the
mushroom head popped inside the sphincter and the considerate stranger held
it to allow her to get accustomed to the plug up her back hole.

   "Relax, Anna, just relax, honey!" Marie and Izzy both kept whispering
into the blond's ears while rubbing her butt cheeks.

   Finally, the Minnesota girl was calm enough to allow the black man to
begin slowly push in then draw back, push in a little farther then draw
back.  This went on for several minutes while Agnetha kept moaning over the
cock in her mouth.  Finally, the young wife felt pubic hair around her anus
and she knew that her backdoor had been conquered.  Slowly, the patient
lover began sawing his ebony ramrod back and forth into the formerly virgin
ass hole.

   Anna could definitely feel her colon being rearranged inside so that the
descending colon lined up with the anal opening as the long cock pushed up
into her.  After several minutes of the constant stimulation of anal
fucking, vaginal fucking, and mouth fucking, the countdown to blast off
started for the Midwest girl.

   Marie and her female friend both whispered, "Let it come, baby."

   "Your getting your ass fucked girl and I'm so proud of you!" was
breathed into the young mother's ear.

   The countdown clock went to 3 - 2 -1 and the mighty engines began to
roar in her belly.  Agnetha thrashed around like an animal caught in a trap
in three places.  Her muffled screams and moans continued for at least two
minutes until finally she relaxed into a slow, outer space orbit of
sensuality.  During this time, Izzy's lover had blown another load of
Jamaican mocha into the condom, but Anna felt every bit as it tried to fill
her bowels.  The giant, ebony pole was slowly withdrawn, coming out with a
"plop," and Agnetha's anus was a gaping hole.

   Later, Anna wondered whatever happened to the condom that covered the
sodomizer's penis, but no one would ever say.  But the blond suspected that
the nasty Latin had kept it for a later taste of Jamaican cream and Swedish
shit.

   Around 8 o'clock next morning, slowly the hung over, cum covered,
sexually depleted people started stirring from the bed.  Couple by couple,
each got up and made their way to the giant shower and all 12 shower heads
had to be turned on when there were six naked bodies standing underneath
the warm sprays.  Try as they could, the women could not get the long,
black cocks hanging from the crotches to stiffen up again.  Izzy even
helped Anna double team on John while one sucked his cock and another
sucked his balls, but nothing seemed to work.  So all resigned that each
man was spent and could no longer satisfy the needs of three horny women as
they did during the night.  But, oh what a night!

   When the men were dressed, but the females remained nude, each said
their good byes.  Each man made sure that he kissed the other two women on
the mouth in appreciation, because a few had their cocks sucked while they
were eating another's cavern of pleasure out.  Even addresses and cell
phone numbers were exchanged, in case one was in Jamaica, California, New
York, or Zamibia.

   As the three black gentlemen were exiting the den of iniquity, Jean
Claude was at the door ready to knock.  He pushed in the breakfast that had
been ordered earlier.  Poor Jean Claude!  The poor, young Frenchman never
knew what hit him, because he was attacked and dragged into Izzy's bedroom
and stripped naked by six female hands of three oversexed women.  Jean
Claude pleaded and resisted only slightly at the vixens' wild behavior. 
The reason that Isabella's room was chosen was because Anna's room still
reeked of sex and the bed covering was wet with sweat and cum.  When he was
stripped, each woman was molesting some part of his body; either his ass
hole, his mouth or his cock, which was standing straight up like a
flagpole.

   The three hot women made a game out of seeing who would make the lucky,
young Frenchman shoot his semen first, but of course they put a condom on
his impressive cock.  They didn't change it out because it was just their
pussy juices on the outside.  They each took a one-minute turn riding his
cock, cowgirl style.  Jean Claude thought he had just been translated on to
heaven as he saw each beautiful woman's breasts flopping up and down
practically in his face, and feeling each one's cunt muscles try to squeeze
the juice out of his cock.

   However, on Anna's second time around, she decided to try a trick that
surely would make her the winner.  When she mounted Jean Claude and his
condom-covered cock, she started riding him and began speaking in a low,
sensuous voice.

   "Have you noticed my wedding rings, Jean Claude?  You know that I'm a
married woman, and that you are being fucked with married pussy, don't
you." Anna pulled the set off her ring finger and held them in Jean
Claude's face and continued all this time pumping up and down on his
erection.

   "My tiny, limp-dicked husband cheated on me, and I caught him.  So I
won't need these rings much longer.  I won't be married any more then I can
fuck any man I want to!  And I want to fuck you, Jean Claude!  Do you want
to be my husband, Jean Claude?  Can I be your wife, Jean Claude?  Then you
can fuck me anytime you want to!  Huh?  Can I, Jean Claude?  Well, can I be
your fuck bitch, Jean Claude?"

   Well the taunting by the beautiful, Swedish wife, and the lustful
thoughts they brought to his mind, combined with the very vice-like clamp
of the blond's pit of pleasure did the trick.  Jean Claude erupted up into
the tip of the condom that was buried deep inside Mrs.  Michael O'Brien.

   "Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, S'il vous plait!!  Ohhhhh, Oh Mon Dieu!!  AUUGGGHHH!"
he shrieked and gasped.

   The excellent lover came floating back to earth like a feather on
springtime, Paris breeze.  Even when caught by a latex pouch, Anna felt the
punch of the load up against her cervix, greater than she ever felt her
husband's ejaculate without a condom.  A dreamy look came over her face.

   "No, fair!" Isabella shouted, feigning anger at her new blond lover. 
"You cheated, you skanky bitch!" Then all three women again busted out into
uncontrollable laughter.

   "I won so I get the prize!" yelled Agnetha as she dismounted off the
shriveling dick of Jean Claude, grabbed the rubber off him and started to
suck and clean his cum juice off the withering organ with her mouth.  She
stopped long enough to toss the used condom to Izzy and said, "Here's your
consolation prize, bitch!" and then went back to her clean job.

   The combination of Anna's ministrations and the sight of Isabella
turning up the condom and sucking down his fresh load of cum into her mouth
started to make the young Frenchman's penis start to resurrect from its
lifeless state.  But before that could happen, and be raped again by three
gorgeous women, he pulled his cock out of Anna's mouth with a "plop" and
quickly crawled off the bed and started putting on his clothes as fast as
he could.

   "Please, Mademoiselles, merci beaucoup, but I must needs go back to
work! Please, let me go.  My boss will be wondering where I am at.  She
knows that I came to the penthouse and that three beautiful women are
staying here."

   Jean Claude broke some kind of record in redressing himself after a wild
round of sex and was about to leave when Izzy kissed him, Anna kissed him,
then Marie kissed him as she handed him back the signed ticket.  Then out
the door he ran, causing the three tramps to laugh raucously at his
getaway, as well as their behavior.

   Continued in Part V, Chapter 19

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