Once more, she glanced over her shoulder. She wouldn’t put it past the guy to turn up here after all that had happened.
Caprice was wearing a wig of long black hair so she would remain inconspicuous in case they came across the rapper after all. Her red mane unfortunately attracted far too much attention when staking out a subject. Sometimes she felt more like an undercover agent than a reporter.
“Here we are,” John stopped so abruptly that Caprice almost bumped into him. He caught her with a smirk. “What are you thinking? Or rather who are you thinking of?”
“I’m just a little nervous. I would love to know why this informant wanted us to come to this club so badly.” She sniffed his collar. “Mmmhhh, you smell wonderful.”
“Well, I have to get a little creative if I want to continue having a shot with you.”
Caprice laughed. “Awww, you want me to feel sorry for you, Johnny boy? Come on, now!” He really couldn’t complain. Since they’d landed in Saint Tropez, they’d already slept together three times. She fluttered her heavily made up eyelashes in exaggeration. “Jealous?”
John rolled his yes. “Of Bergmann? Definitely not.” He pinched her butt cheek and pulled her along. “Come on! Let’s go, before all the best seats are taken!”
“Hold on!” Caprice stopped at the corner and pointed to the other side of the road towards a bare red brick building with only its entrance lit up. “Isn’t that Mac Teek?”
Two large men stood in front of the club. One of them was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap as well as a long sleeved shirt, obviously to hide his tattoos. Walking into the building, she could see him limp slightly. “Bingo! That’s him!”
“Yes,” John whispered. “The other guy is his bodyguard.”
She had just barely caught a glimpse of the plain looking, smaller man. The bodyguard had black hair and wore a leather jacket. “Why is he taking him along, if Mac Teek is supposed to be out incognito tonight?”
“Maybe he’s just as paranoid as you are.” John grinned.
Was he a mind reader or was she really behaving skittishly tonight?
“Let’s go, princess! Don’t worry — the big bad wolf isn’t coming after you.”
She took his arm and together they walked towards the red brick building. “If you say so …”
***
There was barely more light inside the club than outside. The entrance hall consisted of a coat check, complete with Playboy Bunny attendant. Caprice didn’t have anything to take off. She was only wearing a black stretch dress. She was deliberately not wearing any underwear, which is why her hard nipples were clearly discernable, gently chafing the fabric of her dress. She couldn’t possibly be wearing any less clothing, but she felt deliciously wicked in this sexy get up. As always, she immediately attracted the admiring gazes of the other guests– both male and female. John, too, continued to stare at her breasts every so often. Apart from her beautiful hair, they were her most striking feature. Caprice wasn’t ashamed of her large bosom — quite the opposite. She emphasized it as much as she could.
There was a dance floor and the usual club music booming from the speakers. Further in the background, lots of armchairs and couches invited guests to linger. In front of them, a naked blonde was lolling seductively on a catwalk.
John took Caprice’s hand and pulled her along. Right at the back, there were some booths that were separated and cordoned off from the rest. She could see the rapper and his bodyguard sitting in one of them.
Since all the niches were already taken, Caprice pushed John down onto a couch that had its back to the booths. From this angle, they could perfectly observe the singer — as long as they twisted their necks in his direction. Since that would be way too obvious, Caprice just sat herself down on John’s lap. This made her tight dress ride up all the way to her hips, exposing her butt cheeks.
“You make sure that Philipp doesn’t show up, while I keep an eye on Mac Teek,” she said. “Give me your camera.”
“Hey, I’m the photographer here.” He protested weakly but as soon as John had handed her the tiny digital camera he’d smuggled into the club in his pants’ pocket, his hands wrapped themselves around her naked butt cheeks.
Caprice pretended to be kissing his neck, but instead was concentrating on positioning the camera on the couch’s backrest and covered it with the hair of her wig. Mac Teek and his bodyguard sat in a corner booth, their arms linked, waiting for the waitress to serve them their drinks.
“What are they doing?” John asked, lifting his hips. Her colleague was obviously already horny again. He massaged her ass cheeks and Caprice found this very pleasant. Her muscles were still aching from when she had ridden Philipp so wildly.
The memory of it made her clit tingle anew. She gently rubbed her center on John’s pants and relished the friction.
“They’re sipping their drinks.” Caprice sighed. But why wasn’t Teek hanging out here with some hot sexy lady? Wasn’t he supposed to be cheating on his wife?
She was about to march over to the two guys herself, as she spotted the bodyguard’s hand suddenly reach for Teek’s thigh and travel along it, towards his crotch.
Caprice was startled. The two men grinned at each other. Obviously, they were very close.
As the bodyguard nuzzled up to the singer and kissed his neck, Caprice almost forgot to release the camera’s shutter. “John, you’re not going to believe this,” she whispered excitedly and took photos.
John wanted to get up. “What is it? I want to see, too!”
“Stay where you are and keep going!” Caprice pushed him back down. “Teek and his babysitter are sticking their tongue down each other’s throats.”
“What?” John froze. “I thought he hated gay people?”
“What if all of that was just for show?”
“He’s really got a nerve!” John whispered. “Mac Teek makes everyone think he’s got a problem with gays, so nobody finds out about his own sexual preference!”
“Gay rappers are considered to be unmanly. Maybe he was scared to ruin his career.”
“Tsk Tsk Tsk,” John said. “This doesn’t fit into the ideal image of a scandalous rap artist.”
Caprice couldn’t be happier. This story would definitely get them the cover of FLASH! “Now the bodyguard is opening Teek’s pants,” she whispered in John’s ear and licked at it.
“I don’t even want to know all the details, sweetie. Just take some awesome shots and then we can continue with this back at the hotel.” Once more he pressed his groin against her, making her gasp.
She could feel his hard cock through his pants pressing against her pubis. Her groin was tingling. Watching two manly guys make out turned her on. As the bodyguard pulled Teek’s cock out, her pussy contracted.
“He’s circumcised.” She quickly took another few photos. These would never be printed like this, unless his penis was blurred out. But these were for Caprice’s private collection anyway.
“Man, John, I think he’s gonna give him a blowjob in a second,” she said and snapped some more pictures.
“Keep the details to yourself, alright? I’d rather imagine you sucking my cock.” He leaned his head against the backrest and moaned.
Caprice looked down at John again. He had closed his eyes, while still massaging her butt cheeks. He really was easy on the eye, that one. She gently nibbled at his neck and brushed through his hair as his groans became louder.
“Sweatheart, you’re so fucking awesome. It’s really fun to work with you.”
Well right now I’m doing all the work, she almost replied as he turned his head and kissed her. His tongue forcefully entered her mouth.
“John, I have to take photos,” she mumbled against his lips, but let his tongue encircle hers once more. His kissing skills were not to be scoffed at. His kisses revealed his carefree, youthful spirit, which gave John a lightness that Caprice loved.
“Sweetie, I can’t resist your splendid body on top of me
much longer.”
She enjoyed teasing him. His pants were probably already soaking wet from her juiciness, because watching the two guys go at it, turned her on even more.
Meanwhile, the bodyguard had leaned over Teek’s lap and was now sucking his cock in a way that everyone around could witness. Did it turn them on to be watched? Teek was acting far too conspicuously for Caprice’s taste, although he did keep trying to push the other man away. But his attempts were obviously only half hearted.
“I have to fuck you,” John whispered suddenly.
“Feel free.” Caprice lifted her hips to allow him to open his pants.
John hastily took out his shaft. “You’re incredible.” He held his shaft steady and Caprice lowered herself on top of it. He slid into her with hardly any resistance.
John threw his head back once more. “You’re so wet …”
Caprice let her hips rotate and rubbed herself on him. In the meantime, she never took her eyes off Mac Teek and tried to take more photos.
Suddenly the bodyguard turned his head and looked directly into her eyes.
She froze immediately. “Damn, the guy’s spotted my camera!” Caprice slipped from John’s lap and pulled down her dress.
He protectively placed his hand over his erection. “Hey, you can’t just stop …I was just about to come!”
“Let’s get out of here, before we lose our photos.” She passed John the camera and rushed ahead through the club, while he grumblingly trotted behind her.
“I can hardly walk!”
Once they’d reached the street, Caprice ran off aimlessly in one direction as fast as her high heels could carry her. It was essential that they got away and ideally somewhere where there were many other people so they could get lost in a crowd, in case the bodyguard was following them.
“Caprice!” John jogged behind her until he caught her arm.
She looked at his pants and saw Joh” was still hard.
She laughed and replied: “And I thought that I was the one who was sex mad!” He motioned at his crotch accusatorily. “If my boner isn’t treated soon, I could develop long-lasting damage. “ He looked around him hectically.
They were at the marina, where even at this late hour it was all hustle and bustle. They’d erected loads of market stalls here.
“Dammit,” he cursed. “Isn’t there a private corner somewhere, where we can finish our little session?”
She almost felt sorry for John, but she knew very well that he was just putting on a show to be able to get laid as soon as possible.
The night air was wonderfully warm and Caprice felt like doing it, too. Her swollen labia were rubbing against one another with each step she took, intensifying her desire. Unfortunately, they would be searching forever to find a secluded place if they wanted to avoid getting arrested for public indecency. Sighing heavily, she let her eyes travel over the marina. At the end of the dock, she recognized Meg’s boat, a red lantern dangling on its side, inevitably making her think of Philipp. John would probably also really enjoy trying out one of the playrooms.
“Maybe Meg’s got a free cabin.” She looked at him challengingly. “What do you think?”
His face lit up immediately.
“Come on!” He grinned, grabbed her hand, and together they ran down the wooden pier towards the yacht.
***
Meggie was happy to see Caprice. The small, voluptuously curvy woman barely came up to her chest as they embraced on the main deck.
“So nice of you to stop by again,” Meg said with her thick Eastern European accented voice. “What’s going on with your hair?” With the black curls of her wig, Caprice actually resembled Meg a little now.
“Always on the job, huh?” Meg winked. “What can I do for you guys?”
Caprice pulled her wallet out of her handbag. “Do you have a spare cabin for us? A janitor’s closet would work too.” She pointed at John, who was trying to adjust his penis through his pants. “My colleague has an urgent need.”
Meg laughed. “Keep your money, darling. It’s on me. The clinic just opened up — I guess help is on the way.”
“The clinic?” John looked at them both with a look of both fear and curiosity.
Meg, about to disappear below deck, beckoned them over. “Come on, now — you’ll love it!”
“Let’s go, Johnny Boy! Show me that you’re not a coward.” Caprice grinned mischievously and hurried after Meg.
John followed her like an obedient puppy.
Meg led them to a cabin door, which was indeed engraved with the word ‘Clinic.’ As they entered, a black-haired man and a blonde woman in white coats were busy disinfecting a gynecological chair and spreading a fresh cover over a doctor’s couch. The woman’s coat was so short that Caprice could discern part of her ass cheeks from underneath it. The guy looked like a regular doctor, wearing a dark pair of pants underneath his long white coat.
The cabin was covered with white tiles and slightly resembled an operating theatre.
“We’ve got another two clients,” Meg said to the alleged doctor, who was wearing a stethoscope around his neck.
Caprice and John stepped inside and Meg introduced her coworkers to them. “This is Doctor Torture and his assistant Natasha. They will be treating you today.” Then Meg wished them much pleasure and closed the door behind her.
Natasha immediately grabbed John and guided him to the doctor’s couch, while the doctor instructed Caprice to take a seat on the gynecological chair.
Caprice felt pleasant shivers run down her back as she sat down and lifted her knees up into the stir-ups. Her stretch dress meanwhile rolled up almost all the way to her stomach.
Dr. Torture … Her clitoris pulsated. He would definitely not be gentle with her.
The man sat down on the swivel stool that stood right between her spread thighs, giving him a perfect view into her slit, which was still wet and swollen.
“Well, let’s have a look at what ails you.” He said with a deep voice.
Caprice could barely take her eyes off his striking features and his cold eyes. He looked more like a field commander than a doctor. But she liked it. She didn’t like weaklings, preferring tougher guys that could handle her firmly.
His hair had to be dyed black, because his eyebrows were light brown. His nose had a slight bump in it, which only made him look more manly in her eyes.
He unceremoniously pushed the elastic fabric down over her breasts so that her plump melons were completely exposed. Her nipples were hard from arousal.
The doctor placed his big, strong hands on her breasts and massaged them. Sometimes he was a little firmer, then, a little more gentle, all the while twisting and softly squeezing her nipples with his thumbs and index fingers.
“Everything is alright here,” he said “ I will give your breasts a special little treatment.” He dug around a wheeled cabinet, which stood next to the chair and got out two clasps attached to two long cables.
Caprice knew what was coming: Electro current treatment.
The doctor attached the clasps to her hard nipples. The clips weren’t painfully tight, but just tight enough to keep the cables in place. Then he pushed the ends of the cables into a rectangular box. “Let me know if the treatment causes you discomfort.”
When he turned the controller to level one, Caprice squeezed her eyes shut and sharply drew in breath. Moisture gushed from her vagina, which contracted as soon as the gentle electric current shot through her nipples. She clawed her fingers into the seat. What a feeling! It felt as if thousands of ants were crawling over her breasts and biting her.
“I can see where the problem is.” The doctor looked closely between her legs as he put on a latex glove. “You suffer from a kind of perpetual state of horniness, which I will cast out of you.”
Her inner muscles contracted once more. Well, I hope he finally gets started soon, she thought as she could hardly wait any longer.
She peered over at John, who was squirmi
ng on the doctor’s couch and groaning loudly. The assistant was carefully massaging his balls with one hand, while she tightly squeezed his shaft with the other.
John seemed to be enjoying this cock and ball torture treatment. A bottle of lubricant stood on the assistant’s sideboard with the word ‘sterile’ on it. Natasha reached for a silver wand that was about the same length as a pencil, but much thinner.
Caprice grinned. She wondered if John had ever made the acquaintance of a urethral vibrator?
He lifted his head and asked submissively: “What are you going to do?” as the blonde turned on the wand, which made it buzz, and held it against the tip of his penis.
John’s head fell back onto the couch. “Please, please don’t,” he whimpered, as Natasha carefully inserted the thin end into his urethra. She didn’t go deep — just under an inch.
John’s legs were shaking but he hardly resisted, but just lay there breathing heavily. His member twitched in Natasha’s experienced hands. She carefully used the vibrator to play around in John’s penis tip and stimulated his G-spot, while tightly squeezing the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come too early. He was obviously enjoying this exciting sex play.
Caprice wished for her G-spot to be stimulated too. The doctor dug through his cabinet once more, while her breasts continued to be massaged by electric currents.
“Now, I’ve finally found the perfect thing for you.” He held up a huge dildo in the shape of a natural penis, to her face. The thing was gigantic! It was almost as big as one of her lower arms!
“You can’t be serious,” she breathed. But her vagina seemed to feel differently, because it was obviously gagging for a big stretch.
“I’m dead serious.” Dr. Torture smirked, and his teeth sparkled. “I know just what you need.”
Heavens, the guy was damn sexy when he wasn’t trying to be so formal. Was he hung, she wondered? Caprice lifted her head. Unfortunately she couldn’t see anything interesting, since the doctor’s gown covered his crotch.
“But first I will prep you thoroughly.” He placed the giant dildo onto the box and pulled her labia apart with both hands.
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