One Good Turn : © Hamilton Joyce Mf Mm MF


'I enjoyed that, Marcel.  Like the old days!'

'They were good, weren't they. We should have kept in touch.'

'I agree, Jean Luc. But you went to Africa didn't you.'

'For a bit. You haven't changed , you know. Still got your boyish good looks. 
But it must be, what? fifteen years? How do you do it.?'

'Only one way I know. Plenty of sex. I have a different girl...or sometimes 
boy...every day if I can.'

'Must keep you busy, Marcel.' He was resting his cheek on his partner's thigh 
as they talked, nuzzling his now-limp cock occasionally.

'Not really. You know I'm head of security at the hypermarche. Well you 
wouldn't believe the number of shoplifters we catch. Over two thousand a 
year. Hardly a day goes by without at least five.'

'So?'

'Well, I find that given the choice between the disgrace of court and all that, 
they're happy to take the easier way out...'

'You mean.....'

'You've got it in one. I make the more 'respectable' an offer they can't refuse. 
It's a matter of picking out the right ones. And luckily it is the more 
respectable who are the juciest catches...'

'Fascinating. Tell me more. I mean how did you get to start. It seems pretty 
risky.'

'My first was a pretty little black girl. she took me back to my Africa days, and 
I just couldn't resist her. It's not really risky. No witnesses. And then I pick 
them carefully. Girls mostly...but if a particularly pretty boy comes along. 
Well. You know me!'

'Tell me about that first one.'

'I had her on film, slipping a lipstick into her pocket. She looked so demure 
standing there in the office in her pure white clothes, so bright against her soft 
brown skin. She was trying so hard to please...and get off.  I can still remember 
how you could see her brown nipples through the thin cloth, and the gleaming 
white panties, a shapely bikini. She was arse-grippingly, balls-achingly 
lovely.'

'She must have been, Marcel. You've gone hard again. I'll suck and lick you 
while you tell me about her.'

'My interview was not quite the usual. I found out she had a father who was a 
Methodist preacher, and she went to a convent school. 'Aren't you ashamed at 
the disgrace you've brought on yourself. What will your father say?'

'It will kill him. Oh, please, sir....'

'And the sisters at the convent?'

'They'll kill me. Oh! She was nearly crying now.'

I paced up and down , considering. She had a lovely butt, I could see. 'I would 
like to help you, Marcia. But I don't really see why I should risk my job. I 
mean, what's in it for me?'

'I can pay you, sir.'

'Not as much as I risk to lose! But there might be something you've got.' I was 
close to her and reached out to fondle first one delightful firm breast, and then 
her butt, through the shiny silk skirt. It was a joy to see her tense up under my 
caress, and hers eyes lowered away from mine.

'Anything, sir. But let me off.'

I said nothing, but unclasped her skirt and let it drop to the floor round her 
ankles. Her panties were white lace and satin, and she had matching suspender 
belt supporting lovely white, lacy-topped, shiny stockings. Her nipples must 
have hardened  as I could now see them very clearly through her blouse. My 
cock was rampant. This was going to be good! She had lost some shyness with 
her skirt, and there was a look in her eye I hadn't seen since leaving Africa. 
This wouldn't be a one-sided fuck after all!

'Mmmm'

'Yes. I like that. Suck and wank me at the same time. Yes! That's good. Where 
was I ? Oh yes! fondling her buttocks and looking at her tits! '

I stood back and admired her. You're a looker all right. Take your blouse off 
for me.'

You could see she was proud of her figure as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, 
and held it open for me for a minute before slipping it over her shoulders. I 
don't know how many black girls you've had, Jean Luc. Hundreds I suppose. 
But their breasts have a firmness and shape seldom matched at least by 
blondes. I had already fondled these, and knew they were firm, But their shape, 
Jean Luc. Their shape! I was pulling my uniform off as I watched her, or I 
would just have to have taken one matchless tit into my mouth while I pressed 
and fondled the other. And the lovely little pearl on a black cord around her 
neck, nestling white between her tits! 

'You're coming a bit! Do you want me to bring you off again?'

'At the end of my story! Lay off just a bit. That's right! play with my balls for 
a minute or two, and then suck me again. Mmmmmmm. '

'She was kneeling on the bed.  I have a bed in the guard-room for night shifts. 
And, nowadays, for my daytime entertainment.  Anyway, kneeling on the bed 
she was my height, so as I hugged and caressed her my hard cock, because I 
had stripped quite naked, pressed up against her satin-covered mound, while 
my face was level with hers  I had a hand on each of her buttocks, fondling her 
through the white satin, and bent over to lick her tits, and suck her nipples. She 
seemed resigned, and, in fact, her tits hardened for me.'

'I stepped back. ''Lower your panties, girl. Let's see that tight little cunt. Ah! 
now, that's sweet. Don't stop. All the way down now.'' As she sat on the bed 
to slip her panties down over her ankles, her legs opened, and I saw the 
loveliest little cunt, hardly any hair on the lips, and the lightest of fuzz on her 
mound. I was in danger of coming without even touching it! And she looked 
so demure, virginal.'

'And I guess you are now. I'll suck your arse for a bit, and give your cock a 
rest. Tell me when to finish you. I know you're close.'

'When I tell you about how I came on her! 

'I was still a bit frightened of fucking her. That of course, my dear Jean Luc, 
would have been rape. Nowadays I don't give a fig for that, and if I want a 
cunt or arse I just take it. They're no more likely to complain about that than a 
forced suck! Anyway, I had almost decided to have her suck me off, appetising 
as her cunt and arse were. But I'd certainly make sure I enjoyed her body a bit. 
So I had her kneel for me.'


'I walked round the bed. I could see her eyes following me, clearly focussed on 
my cock. I wondered if she actively wanted it up her , or was fascinated like 
the rabbit looking at the stoat. Anyway, Jean Luc, I was enjoying this view of 
her matchless breasts, so firm they didn't change shape as she knelt, and that 
lovely arse. I spread her cheeks and inspected her arsehole and cunt lips close 
up. What a lovely, tight little arse, and plump, brown lips. I kissed her anus 
lightly as I fondled her butt. And then her cuntlips as I felt her tits, one in each 
hand. But I was too excited, and knew I'd have to come soon. ....Like I am 
now!'

'I stood beside the bed, and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her face up to my 
crotch. ''Now, sweetie, show me how you can suck''. She was reluctant, and I 
had to force my cock against her lips, and speak sternly to her before she 
opened her mouth to admit my rampant knob.'

'Now, sweetie, tickle my balls, and swallow the whole prick. Yes, that's 
good...'

'Me or her?'

'Both, Jean Luc. Make me come now as I remember her lips around me, so 
warm and wet. I was her first, that was clear. She went at me slowly at first, 
but faster and faster, 


as she got the feel of it, and began to enjoy. I could feel myself coming, so I 
tipped her over on her back, and lay on top of her, now shagging her mouth 
and throat.'

My first spurt went deep into her mouth, but she gagged on it, so I relented, 
pulled my cock out and sprayed the next three over her face. She closed her 
eyes to keep the spunk out of them, but not before she'd seen the first spurt 
well up.'

'Lord, I love to see a beautiful young face covered with my cum. And here I 
come, Jean Luc. Yes, faster. Yes, like that. Mmmmmmm.

'That was good Jean Luc.' He was laying now with his face close to his 
friend's thigh. He had his hand loosely round the hard cock, and was gently 
masturbating it. 'And what do you do for sex? Wife and Mistress, like most of 
our politicians I suppose.'

'Yes. Wife and Mistress. But more than that, thank God. Both are a bit boring! 
And I can't get rid of either! You know, the final approval of most of the 
departement's public works is with me...I sign the contracts....'

'Lot's of money in that!'

'Indeed, Marcel. But more to the point, instead of the usual cash bribe for the 
autoroute, they offered me a life-membership of Rosebuds. You know what 
that is.'

'No! Sounds like a disco!'

'Disco it is not. You know the National School of Ballet and Dance?'

'Of course. In the Chateau de Breuilly. One of the gems of our national 
heritage.'

'All of that and more. As well as training for the National Ballet, the young 
boys and girls have another, more interesting role! Rosebuds is a brothel that 
coexists with the School.'

'You mean? I can't believe it!'

'Too good to be true , isn't it? But yes, those firm, young, athletic, teenage 
bodies are sold to the members of the most exclusive club in Europe. 
Composed of the great and good of Europe. And with the most magnificent 
protection from the law!'

'Tell me more, Jean Luc. And I'll suck you while you do, like you did me.'

'Imagine it's a summer's afternoon. I've left early, changed into  swimming  
trunks, and gone for a stroll round the Chateau, looking for my afternoon 
pleasure. I expect you'd like me to run into young Robin? He likes to wear 
lingerie, and is sexually very versatile.'

'Yes! Robin!'

'Well, hard luck, Marcel. Robin, in knickers, stockings and high heels. 
perfumed and smooth. Is in bed with a the British Ambassador. But this is as 
nice. Four little girls lying in the sun, getting an all over tan!

Three brunettes and a blonde. all with their tiny tits, and pretty little mounds. 
They are pleased to see me, and sit up on their elbows as I approach, 
accentuating their nascent breasts. Mary, the cheeky little brunette second from 
the right greets me.

'Monsieur le Prefet, Therese was just hoping a gentleman would come along.' 
The girls were giggling most charmingly. 'She says the heat of the sun makes 
her randy.'

'Mary! How could you.' Therese's mock anger lead her to lean over and 
wrestle Mary, till she was lying on top of the girl. This was ceratinly just an 
excuse to let me see her lovely adolescent bum, with only the hint of a bikini-
line to mar her suntan. They struggled a moment.

'It's true, Monsieur.' This from Julie, whose cunt-lips were so appetisingly 
bare of even the lightest fuzz, and whose mons seemed to have been coiffed by 
an expert. 'She's begging for you!'

Mary turned over, onto her back, and back into her place. 'Shall we, Monsieur. 
I would so like to....'

'Of course, Therese. I love you more than all, as you know. I'm in the grande 
salon today. I'm going to have a swim to freshen....but expect me there in a 
quarter of an hour.'

'Now, that's nice, Marcel. Like that, with your finger up me.'

Well, fifteen minutes and an invigorating swim. In the salon, Therese awaits 
me , in her childish underwear. She knows what I enjoy. She drops her blue 
jeans to her ankles, and slips both hands down the front of her cotton knickers, 
smiling coyly. Her tits scarcely swelled her tight t-shirt, suggesting but not 
revealing the tiny pleasures to come in our afternoon.

'Would Monsieur like me to take these off, and dry him?' without waiting for 
an answer, she rubbed her hand against the front of my trunks, before drawing 
them down with both hands. 

'Oh la la!' My cock was standing, as you would expect, Marcel, as she rubbed 
the dampness of my swim from my hips, thighs, balls, arse and cock.

I held her in my arms, feeling her firm little body nestling against mine. She 
licked my chest, and a tiny hand felt down my belly, down between us, till it 
gently grasped my rampant cock. My hands slipped down inside her panties, 
plain cotton, and felt her bottom, my thumb slipping up into her crack. She 
was excited. I guessed she'd been masturbating thinking about me. Surely she 
couldn't have got so juicy just feeling my cock, and my hands on her body?

'Monsieur would like me naked?' She stepped back and kicked the jeans from 
her ankles before dropping her panties to shoe me again that delightful belly, 
bum and cunt. She reached up with both arms and pulled the t-shirt over her 
head. Her tits stood beautifully as she stretched upwards. Her cunt lips seemed 
to have swollen since the afternoon. I was ensured a passionate romp with my 
angel!

'You are very lovely, my dear. I love your sweet little-girl body. Come here 
and kiss me'

My cock was hard against her belly-button as we embraced, me leaning 
downwards to kiss her on her lips, her breasts pressed against me. and me 
feeling the crease between her arsecheeks.

'Look at the present I've got you!'

She clapped her hands. 'I love presents.' She tore at the wrappings, and the 
lovely flimsies fell out.

'It would give me the greatest pleasure if you would put them on, sweet 
Therese, and do some ballet exercises for me!'

'I'd love that!'

'Marcel, there on the carpet in front of me, as I sat on the edge of the bed, she 
did the most beautiful stretching and dancing exercises. The thin, transparent 
nylon panties and flimsiest of body tops I'd bought her hid nothing of her 
body. Indeed, Marcel, I found as I always do that the glimpses of a young, 
eager-lipped cunt through nylon, of young, hard-nippled tits through nylon, is 
as stimulating, no more so, as the naked body.

Any way, I watched, entranced as she went through the routines.

'May I undress, and pleasure Monsieur?' She stripped off her new lingerie, 
folding it carefully back into its boxes. She approached me as I sat, on edge in 
more ways than one! She lay on her back across the bed, and I knelt over her. 
She knew what I would want first, and opened her mouth, seizing my hips 
with both hands and pulling me to her. I knelt over her, resting my balls 
against her tits. My cock, she grasped, and placed the knob between her lips, 
her teeth gently nibbling it. Yes, Marcel, just like that. Better stop for a 
moment or I'll come...and that would be a waste. Anyway, it only took a 
minute or so for this teenage whore to suck me off, and she was giggling, her 
eyes shining , as my spunk sprayed into her mouth, over her hair, her face, and 
, yes, her tits. She licked the last drops from the end of my cock, and then 
rubbed the spunk into her tits with both hands.

'Mary says it helps them to grow nicely.'

'I expect she's right!' Good on you, Mary, I thought. Tell them to get spunk on 
their tits...to the benefit of mankind in general!

I was still hard.

'Please, Monsieur. I need it so much!' She opened her legs, still laying on her 
back, and pulled the lips of her cunt even further apart.

She gasped, and then smiled as I pressed my knob, still wet with cum and her 
mouth, between the open lips and up into her. Her flat belly rose to meet me as 
I gradually thrust the whole length up and into her. You wouldn't think a 
young girl would be able to accommodate such a weapon, but I ensure you she 
took it all and closed her eyes as her pubes ground against mine, as if she 
wanted it even deeper. I could feel her vigorous young cunt gripping and 
relaxing, gripping and relaxing, as if milking me. This was one of the delights 
of fucking Therese....perhaps one day you'll have her Marcel...as a reward for 
sucking me like that.

I watched her as I fucked for a minute or two, feeling her hard little tits. Then 
she stretched her arms up to me, inviting me to hold her close. I collapsed onto 
her bosom, and her legs closed behind my back. I shagged her harder, and her 
little heels beat a tattoo on my buttocks.

'Yes, Marcel. Now! God that's good . I'm coming!'

And off course, I came off in her, filling her cunt with my cum, in exact time 
with the gripping  and heaving of her own orgasm.

'I swallowed it all. Lovely! Was that all.'

'For coming and fucking, yes. But she called out of the window to one of her 
little classmates, and the two of them gave me a quite delightful little lesbian 
exhibition for half an hour or so. After they came, I went down to the pool for 
a few drinks with the boys before dinner.

'I envy you your little girls...and boys.'

'As I envy you your little boys, girls, and juicy young housewives. Especially 
the most respectable ones! And I've a suggestion.'

'I'm all ears, Jean Luc.'

'Well, how about you coming to Rosebuds once a month, and I'll take on your 
security duties once a month.'

'Can you get me in?'

'No problem. A lot of people like to take their spouses or lovers for 
threesomes and orgies. So it's quite normal.'

'You're on then. But once a fortnight each way!'

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There were several adults, men and women, wandering around singly or in 
groups of two or three. Naked or near naked  boys and girls chatted and 
laughed with them, or indeed played with each other, again in twos or groups. 
Marcel recognised some of the men as leading politicians, businessmen, 
actors, and some of the women from their roles on the silver screen. Many of 
the women were very beautiful. Some of them scarcely a year or two older 
than the children. He chatted with Jean Luc, who introduced him to some of 
the other members. He was not embarrassed by the hard-on induced by these 
beautiful, near naked people, a hard-on obvious beneath his tiny satin 
swimming trunks. He fondled Jean Luc's bum openly as they strolled about, 
and couldn't fail to notice his friend and bed-fellow had a hard cock too.

'Ah! Here they are. ' They stopped by the pool. On the pool-edge diving board 
two boys, a blonde and a brunette, were  laying in an embrace. The blonde 
seemed in ecstasy, his eyes closed, but the brunette, lying beneath him, his 
hands clasped round his fellow's back, had seen them. His eyes made contact 
with Jean Luc.

Jean Luc knelt beside the couple and added his own hands to the two caressing 
the blonde boy's back, lower down. In fact, to tell the truth, not his back at all. 
Jean Luc went direct for the smooth, firm buttocks so appetisingly displayed. 
The blonde boy opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder.

'Good afternoon, Monsieur Jean Luc.'

'Hello, Jerome. And hello, Robin. May I introduce you to my good friend 
Monsieur Marcel.'

The two boys, politely, stood up from their embrace, and, incongruously both 
with erect pricks from their boyish embrace, shook hands with the newcomer, 
as etiquette demands.

'Robin. I've been telling Marcel all about you. What a delightful companion 
you are.'

'Monsieur is too kind, and a notorious flatterer. ' The boy had the coy, female 
grace of an accomplished flirt. Marcel could feel his cock growing still more. 
And this was not lost on the naked boy. Yes, this cock looked very interesting 
indeed!

'Yes. Jean Luc has been telling me. And I could hardly wait to meet you. And 
now I see what a beautiful boy you are....and what a lovely cock...' He reached 
out and held the erect penis for a brief moment. 'I would certainly like to get to 
know you much better.'

'You are very handsome, Monsieur!'

Jean Luc intervened. 'Best for you two to go and get acquainted, while Jerome 
and I amuse ourselves. Jerome. A threesome. Which of the girls do you fancy 
with me?'

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They lay on the great double bed together. Legs intertwined. Bodies heaving 
against each other, maximising the friction to cocks. Robin kissed divinely, 
and his little tongue flickered teasingly in and out of the older man's mouth. 
Both of them were fondling and feeling all flesh exposed...mainly backs, 
bottoms, thighs. Marcel was luxuriating in the smooth, hairless, firm body, 
trained by hours of dance exercise until the muscle-tone was perfect, without 
losing that slender litheness so delightful in a teenage boy. He still had his 
trunks on....he had been so eager to lay with this angel that he hadn't even 
taken the time to release his cock.

'Monsieur permits?' The boy moved his thighs momentarily away from the 
hairier thighs of the older man, and slipped both hands into the legs of his red 
trunks, and slowly, so slowly drew the down over his thighs. The cock sprang 
up, and the boy giggled, before grasping it. Marcel raised one knee, then the 
other to disengage from the trunks. 'I like satin, but Monsieur has such a 
lovely cock.' He pulled  it forward and allowed it to spring back to the hairy 
stomach.

'I love satin too. Over there, on the chair. Put them on for me.'

Eagerly, Robin leaped up, and undid the tissue paper to reveal a pair of lilac-
pink knickers. He held them to his face, savouring the texture and the 'new 
fragrance'. He noted they were very good. Very expensive. Just as eagerly he 
pulled them on, his cock making a tent in them, destroying their line, but in the 
most exciting manner to the bisexual Marcel.

'Come here!' Marcel's voice had gone down a full tone, and was almost a 
growl. The boy recognised the timbre of true sexual passion, and lay beside 
him. Marcel grasped him, none too gently , by his hips and buried his face in 
the crotch of the knickers, seeking out the anus hidden beneath the shiny satin. 
Now his cheek against the cock-bulge, and his tongue licking at the flesh, 
nearly hairless of the boy's thighs.

Robin wriggled from under the weight of his lover, and rolled him over on his 
side, then full on his back. How he loved these mature, hairy, muscular men. 
Yes he liked his fellow boys, and (especially )the girls, and yes, the wives who 
sometimes chose him for their frolics with or without their partners. But these 
strong-cocked, hairy-buttocked men. Yes! very exciting.  He grasped the turgid 
cock and balls in his left hand, and licked into the man's anus. Marcel groaned 
with pleasure, and wriggled, as if shagging the satin sheets, as the boy tongue 
fucked his arse, and squeezed his cock and balls.

As the boy lay across him, he was able to feel and fondle his satin covered 
buttocks, one hand on the silks, and the other under, exploring his tight balls 
and hard little cock. He was moaning and muttering in his ecstasy, while 
Robin merely grunted as he tongued, faster and deeper.

His cock demanded a mouth, bottom, hand...anything! He turned over, and 
knelt over the boy.

Robin held the erect cock, so red and angry, tenderly between thumb and 
forefinger while he first licked the offered bollocks with the tip of his tongue, 
then kissed them several times with great enthusiasm, and now took one ball 
entirely into his eager mouth. His chest was smooth, tanned, hairless, and , 
rapt, Marcel leaned down, looking at the small but springily-erect cock, and 
tweaking his tiny, hard nipples. The boy was wriggling in his pleasure. But his 
hands did not reach down to his own cock, like many men Marcel had 
known...women too...but both hands concentrated on caressing his lovers cock, 
ball, hips, bottom cheeks, and , yes, into the crack moistened by his own 
tongue.

'Suck me. Suck me, Robin.'

There was nothing Robin wanted more. Had wanted since he had seen that 
bulge by the pool. 

Marcel lay on his back, waiting to be serviced. He had not relinquished his 
hold on the boy's cock, under the pink panties, or his caressing of the boy's 
buttocks either through the nylon, or sometimes up and under it, into the very 
crease of his smooth buttocks. He was in heaven. And all it needed now was a 
warm, wet mouth to complete it!

With an almost reverential gesture, the boy lowered his lips on the red, 
swollen knob. His eyes closed as he savoured the moment. He grasped the 
cock lightly in his left hand, down among the black hairs at its root. Now both 
lips round the cock, which twitched in appreciation. His lips fully round the 
knob now, he let his tongue flutter around the front of it. Intolerable pleasure 
for the supine recipient, who remembered that fluttering motion in his own 
mouth, and yes, after that in his own arsehole. It was almost intolerably 
delightful. His hands left the boy's cock and arse as he succumbed to his own 
pleasure. 

Now the boy pressed his head down, his eyes open now, and slowly, so slowly, 
the whole length of Marcel's cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of the 
boy's mouth.

He teased him a moment by holding it there, before starting a skilled sucking, 
gobbling motion. The cock was stimulated entirely by his mouth. The hands 
now wandered over belly, thighs and balls. Marcel groaned. Robin tasted a 
little drop of cum. He stopped a moment.

'Monsieur has a lovely big cock. It is of a length and a width to give great 
pleasure. Will he wish to fuck me. I would so like to have it up me.'

'Are you sure you can take it? I have hurt some men. And I don't want to hurt 
you, sweet Robin!'

'I want to be stretched and filled. Ream me , Monsieur. ' Robin was pulling 
off his pink panties, and kneeled, wriggling his arse provocatively. He reached 
to the table...he knew this room well, and had often been fucked in this very 
bed, and squeezed the tube , applying the dollop to his anus. 'There! Please, 
Monsieur.'

The boy leaned forwards on his elbows and bit into the sheets as the great 
knob penetrated him. Then the shaft pushed up and in in one motion, until 
Marcel's hairy thighs pressed against the smooth buttocks and thighs. The 
white bikini mark was fascinating, and as he pulled out before ramming in 
again he caressed it with both hands. 

Robin was moaning in pleasure now, and his lover settled into a long, raking 
movement, indeed stretching, filling and reaming as the boy had demanded. 
Marcel was surprised the boy wasn't wanking. Most boys and men he'd had 
wanked to completion as he fucked them. He  always did when he was being 
fucked....not that he needed much wanking in that case.

This thought was exciting...and what with the lovely body in front of him, the 
appreciative noises the boy was making, and the gripping of his vigorous anus, 
Marcel couldn't stop himself coming. He pumped into the boy's arse. No 
withdrawal to splatter over his tender white bum this first time. But great hot  
splashes right up into him.
                                                                           
As soon as he felt him come, Robin spoke. 'Would Monsieur like me to fuck 
him. I have only a small cock, as Monsieur knows, but I am a willing fucker!

Marcel lay over the edge of the bed. Like Robin before him, he bit into the 
sheets as the boy entered him. He may not have been as big as a full-grown 
man, but wasn't small either. Presumably, a lot of exercise in this admirable 
establishment, he thought.

Anyway, Robin knew what he was about, and as he shagged the muscular arse, 
methodically, measured, Marcel felt his cock rising , pressed into the satin 
sheet. Incredible! He was going to come again, and just with the impetus of 
this boy, expertly fucking with a knowledge beyond his tender age.

Robin could feel the contractions of the anus gripping his cock, and hear the 
groans, and encouragement from his subject. He could feel the cock shagging 
into the sheets. He knew the moment was right. He allowed his hot come to 
spurt into the man's arse, two hot gushes. Then , removed, two more as he 
wanked it over the waiting buttocks.

Marcel came into the sheets beneath  him.

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'It was very generous, Madame Duvalier, of my colleague to leave us here. No 
doubt he expects you to offer me a bribe to get you out of this mess you are 
in.'

'The name, Monsieur , is de Duvalier. And if you wish a bribe, you have only 
to ask. I would not have expected better. Head of Security! Pah!'

'I am rich, madame. I could buy and sell your banker husband! You should 
have thought of the impact of all this before you stole the armagnac. Why? Do 
you get a sexual thrill from such behaviour. You surely cannot need to take 
such risks for financial reasons.?'

'My reasons are my own. But it is true, my husband will be ruined if this 
comes out. Is there? Is there.....?'

To be honest, madame, since my colleague left us to arrange an 
accommodation, an idea has been forming in my mind. And in yours, too, I 
believe?'

She made no answer. But looked down.
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'You are a very beautiful woman. Immaculately groomed. You indeed have 
something that would interest me enough to forgive you this fault...'

'My body....?'

'Exactly, madame. Your lovely body. But with a completeness and abandon.'

'What do you require?'

'The services of an expensive whore. A Five thousand franc whore.'

'And what, precisely are those?'
Good. I see we are in a negotiating mode. I shall require you to strip for me, 
and to give me willingly, and with abandon, your mouth, your cunt, and your 
pretty arse, to finger, to kiss and to fuck. The whole may last as long as one 
hour. Perhaps less. Not longer. And for this you may keep your bottle...and 
your honour. You never know, you may like it. Many find me an attractive 
man, and a skilled lover.'

'You flatter yourself, Monsieur. But I seem to have little choice. ' She started 
to unbutton her blouse.

Jean Luc watched as she slipped the blouse off and undid the clasp on her 
skirt. Her white underwear was even more dazzling than the white of her outer 
clothing. She was not at all shy, he noticed. The deal had been done, and like 
the aristocrat she was, she intended to adhere to it in the letter and the spirit. 
Not that there was anything truly whore-ish about her as she met his eye, 
slowly lowering the skirt till it was around her ankles, covering her white, 
high-heeled sandals. There was a very sexy contrast between the pure white of 
her shiny undies, and the expensive sun-tan of her shoulders and hips.

Jean Luc's  turn now, and he was naked in a trice, his erect cock pointing at 
the half-naked woman as he faced her. Her eyes were drawn to his prick. She 
had never seen Claude, her husband, as hard as that, no, not even after she had 
wanked him. And certainly not just from the effect of her nakedness. she was 
fascinated by it. And, despite herself, could feel that tightness in her bosom 
that promised sexual excitement to follow.

He growled for her to come to him. As she faced him, he placed a hand on 
each of her shoulders and forced her to her knees in front of him. He knew her 
tits would be stunning, but for the moment he contented himself with feeling 
their firmness through the stiff, white satin of her basque. His cock bobbed in 
front of her face.

She was still fascinated by its steel-hard erection. She had never had the 
opportunity to see, let alone handle such a weapon. Belatedly, she came to 
realise that her own husband was not well-endowed in this most important 
matter, at least in comparison with this man. Tentatively, she raised her hand, 
and touched it. Now she grasped it. It was, indeed, steely within, under the 
warm, loose skin. She just had to. She grasped him by his hips, and lowered 
her face onto the cock, taking its knob in her mouth. Still Jean Luc was 
fondling her tits, through her bra.

She slipped the cups of her bra down off her tits and Jean Luc was pleased to 
see that his guess about the beauty of her naked breasts was correct. They were 
full, but so firm and shapely that despite their size, there was not the slightest 
crease under them They stood full and proud. And he knew they wouldn't have 
been surgically enhanced, unlike some of the whores and showgirls he bought 
from time to time. No. This was going to be a feast!

He put his hands on her shoulders, one on each, and was pleased to hear her 
giggle as the firm downward pressure made her sink to her knees in front of 
him. The nature of the episode was changing, losing all the attributes of a rape, 
where it had started. She was clearly a willing paricipant. As she sank to her 
knees she allowed his cock to rub her breasts in passing, and when it was level 
with her mouth, she playfully kissed it lightly on the red knob.

His hands moved from her beautiful shoulders, one behind her neck, and the 
other entwined in her long, curly, dark hair. He pulled her onto his cock, the 
knob passing her lips, and into her mouth, resting against the top of her palate. 
Her tongue whispered around the shaft, and her could see her cheeks drawn in 
as she sucked on the cock.


The thought went through her mind that she had never done this to Claude. 
And in fact only once or twice in her life...and then only with young boys , 
when she was a teenager at the convent. She remembered Samuel, a tall, thin, 
gangling boy, so many years ago, who had come in her mouth. To her 
astonishment, but also to her pleasure. And Gulliver, a Latino. Well, more of a 
negro really, from Martinique. He had a much better body than Samuel, and a 
bigger, longer, stronger cock. But neither of them as broad, long, steely-hard as 
this one. She was losing herself in reveries, as she gobbled, and as her shagged 
her in the mouth

She had no idea why she was doing this. It was something her husband, a strict 
and conforming catholic, would never countenance. Yet it was so good. She 
sucked, and he was moving gently so the cock was inserted and withdrawn 
between her lips as she sucked. She could feel the temperature of her cunt 
rising. She had a sudden desire to feel herself there, and she gave way to it. 
still holding his hip with her left hand, her right hand stole down between her 
legs and rubbed her crotch through her white panties. Now Jean Luc was 
aware she had inserted a finger into the legs of her panties and was 
masturbating while he was , so-gently, fucking her mouth. He knew this 
magnificent woman would also be a magnificent fuck!

'Naked. And I'll do something for you too, something you'll like.'

She guessed what he meant. Something Claude would never do. Something 
she had not had since she left the convent school. And something she had 
never had with a man.  She undressed willingly, cheekily slipping her panties 
off slowly, temptingly. She knew how attractive her arse must be to 
him....she'd seen how the men ogled her at the beach, and was well aware of 
the effect she had on them. And now she would be able to benefit from this 
effect, from the hardness of the cock.

'Let me do something for you.'

'What was he saying?' She returned to this world.'

'Let me suck you, too. Lay on top of me. Yes! Like that!'

As she lay on top of him, sucking his great  pole she felt his rough chin on her 
tender thighs, and then his tongue probing her , before finding the clitoris. 
Claude had never done this with her either....it would be a matter for 
confession if he did she supposed. It was lovely. She found herself moving her 
hips in a fucking motion, running her clit up and down his tongue and nose. 
Her mind again went back to the convent. No boy had ever done this with 
her....but...Sister Eveline. Yes. Once Sister Eveline had opened her legs as she 
lay on her cot and kissed her long and hard on the clit, arousing but not 
satisfying her. The nun had taken fright, she supposed, and suddenly broke off, 
rising and leaving the dorm, never to mention it again , much less repeat it. 
This time there was to be no being left hanging short of orgasm, she knew. She 
was panting and muttering to herself as the tongue went faster and faster. His 
cock left abandoned for the moment, she felt his hands part her bottom cheeks 
even wider. How he must be enjoying those round buttocks, she thought. She 
knew how men lusted after them by the way their eyes followed her, in the 
street when she had her fine silk summer dress on, but even more so on the 
beach with her tiny red silk bikini. She could feel herself coming, and 
abandoned herself to the power of her orgasm.

Jean Luc could feel her coming, and made sure his tongue rubbed her clit hard, 
as he stretched out her cunt lips, wide and open. He could feel her orgasms 
through her belly as she ley on him. 

As they lay silent, Jean Luc quickly stripped her of her flimsy remaining 
clothes. She lay naked on her back in front of him. Her eyes were still closed 
from the orgasm, and from the movement of her hips he could see that the last 
twitches of her cumming were still passing through her, as he rubbed his knob 
in her hot, wet, open cunt. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

'Never. I have never....'

'Never had sex with a stranger?'

'That too. But I was going to say I had never been sucked off like that. I didn't 
know how good it was....'

'But. I  thought you were a married woman....'

'Alas! Yes. But my husband doesn't do that. Or let me do that to him.'

'Lucky I came along then! But now to the main event!.' 

He knelt between her legs, and inserted his cock. It had been with difficulty 
that he had stopped from coming as he sucked her off, and he was glad that she 
was wanking her clit hard as he started to fuck her. The cock and her fingers 
soon had her coming again, and this time, as she came, Jean Luc leaned over 
her to feel those lovely round, firm tits, one in each hand. She was nearly 
screaming in her passion this time. But still he held back.

'Kneel for me, sweetie. When I come I want to be able to see and feel your 
lovely arse.'

Eagerly she knelt in front of him, and felt his cock run up and down her slit, 
looking for her cunt. He touched her anus with his knob, and she gave a little 
start, but it was in her vagina he put it. pressing home till his hairy thighs 
touched her own smooth buttocks.

Now this was something Claude did do. But not so long, slow, rhythmic as 
this, building her again to a third crisis She didn't even need to pull her clit or 
rub her cunt lips with this man. His cock, alone, was bringing her to her 
orgasm. He grasped her hips, and pulled her onto him with each thrust of his 
loins, each probing stroke of his eager cock. She felt herself coming again, and 
told him so in little panting cries. She wished there was a mirror for her to see 
his thrusting, muscular thighs and torso. But she was coming.

Jean Luc allowed her to get half-way through her orgasm, before he pulled his 
cock from her vagina, and brutally thrust it into her anus, which was covered 
in her cunt-come. It slipped right up into her, but her own orgasm took a 
sudden unexpected turn. She gasped, and screamed as the prick rove in up her, 
stretching her virgin arsehole. But, despite the momentary pain, she was still 
coming. In fact, harder and stronger than even before.

Jean Luc knew she was still coming, despite his brutal attack on her rectum, as 
her arse was giving little nipping squeezes on his cock as her reamed in and 
out. She was screaming now, but in joy, not in pain. This was too much for 
him, and with the dying throes of her orgasm, he started to come. It was a 
deep, balls-emptying come. Spurt after spurt of hot jism pumped into her arse, 
as they collapsed onto the bed, lying, no longer kneeling, but his cock still firm 
up inside her. They lay for minutes , before she spoke, first.

'I've never done that either. I had no idea it could be so good.' As she moved, 
the cock popped out, and she wriggled up beside him, so he could see her tits 
in profile, and his slick cock was sandwiched between their two bodies. He 
licked her breast, and sucked on her nipple as she spoke to him.

'I wish you would be my lover. we could meet every afternoon and fuck. Just 
like we did.' She was fondling his face and hair. He her tits and hips...he 
couldn't reach her arse.

Jean Luc considered this a moment or two. She was tempting. Glorious figure, 
and a randy, sexual temperament. But he knew he'd tire in a month or two. 
And that would be yet another mistress to get rid of...probably expensively and 
messily. No, he'd been here before. Best stay with his rosebuds, and Marcel's 
housewives. Not to mention his own wife, and his official mistress. Best the 
white lie.

'I'd love to...and it's very flattering. You are so lovely and so talented.'  She 
giggled as he reached down for her cunt. 'But, Helas! I am so seldom in the 
north, here, that I would only be an occasional and unsatisfactory lover. What 
you need, and should arrange , is a strong, young working class lad...say 
between eighteen and twentyone...to satisfy your sexual appetites without 
commitment. One, did I say? Two would be even better for you.'

She lay there thinking,. Yes! Two strong lads. One to suck and be sucked. One 
to fuck. Then vice-versa. Or One to fuck her cunt, at the same time as the other 
in her arse. That might well be a good idea, better in fact than a lover who 
might become socially a problem! She could feel her cunt warming again. And 
yes, his cock hardening against her hip.

'But how...?

'A lady friend of mine gets them at the park. She went along Saturday 
mornings to watch the football. Then, as a supporter she found out which bar 
they go to afterwards. She joined them there. After that, it was very easy to 
have as many vigorous young men as she wants.'

'I'll do that. But one more with you. On top of me this time. I want to feel your 
full weight. Squash me under you.


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