“Please meet Justine, the French wonder of my life,” said Etienne. A portly gentleman was approaching the trio.
“Justine and Etienne meet my colleague Senator Bell, said the Prime Minister. The Senator will be the government counterpart for our new real-estate joint venture.” Senator Bell took Justine’s hand to place a kiss.
“Welcome to our country, I hope we can make your stay an unforgettable experience,” he said, still pressing her hand in his. He finally turned to Etienne extending his hand. “I heard about your international activities. Please accept my congratulations for honoring our country abroad.” And looking toward Justine, he added, “I can also attest that you are a man of good taste. Our forecoming venture should be rewarding to all.”
The following evening Justine was waiting for Etienne at the door wrapped in a black lace gown, providing an acceptable revelation of her physical attributes. As he stepped in, she handed him his favorite martini and a brushing of her body. “Good evening my love! just settle in and change, I am putting the finishing touch on an Indian dinner.”
Etienne placed his empty plate on the table. “I received a strange call, when I was leaving the office. It was Senator Bell’s secretary. She said that the senator was inviting you for a brunch next Saturday. He asked her to convey that I would not be offended, if I was not invited to join. By the way, did he say anything special, when we met him last night?”
Justine turned toward him, with a look blending surprise and anticipation. “He did not say much actually, but you will recall that he kept his lips over my hand for a long moment. He was all eyes exploring inside my strapless. I thought he was quite a charmer.” Justine did not appear the least shocked by the situation. “The secretary said that he will pick you up at eleven. She added, that you did not have to confirm, unless the date was not suitable.”
Before the treason
As the evening progressed, Justine deportment became more and more demonstrative. Etienne concluded that it was the effect of the Indian spices. She led Etienne to the bed and gathered a pile of pillows. She undressed him and discarded her gown. She dimmed the light and opened the drapes. She took Etienne by the hand and pushed him head first over the cushions, “Tonight you are my big slut. Not a word please.” She came behind him and opening his ass with both hands, she began to lick and suck at his anus. After a while, she would modify her itinerary leading her tongue up the gully to return past the anus and attend to his testicles. She would spend some time swallowing and munching at each ball in turn and pulling on the bag with her teeth. But most of the time, her tongue would explore inside his anus supported by the suction of her lips and mouth. Her labor of love did not stop for hours on end. Etienne facing the window saw the occasional passerby crossing the garden path. He wondered if they could see him in the misty lighting of the bedroom. He felt his penis hanging soft, like a piece of overcooked pasta. “The poor thing is at rest and totally irresponsive,” he would pity himself. “But Justine is certainly having a ball.” He began feeling a tingling in his anus. The titillation became a slight convulsion and evolved into a pleasant explosion that invaded his body. Justine could feel the ripples and accelerated her ardor adding a few fingers to enlarge his orifice and to deepen her penetration. The more she insisted, the more pleasurable it became for Etienne. “This must be the pleasure derived by homosexual taking it in the ass,” he surmised. “I hope that I will not have to announce a coming out too soon,” he was giggling at the thought. Still in full operation inside his anus, Justine began rubbing her pussy on his heel. After another hour without any break and a few near climaxes, she came to a stop. She moved to slip her face under his and began to lick and kiss. “You smell like shit my darling,” he mumbled when he began licking her in return. She pulled back removed the cushions and grabbed his flaccid penis to her mouth, but she did not wait for a response. “The poor thing must be jealous but it is more fun than my thumb,” she finally pulled out and murmured. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
Back to senatorial duties
Etienne took quite some time to find sleep. He was reviewing the final detail of what he thought, would become the most memorable of his mischievous accomplishment. Justine had fallen quite naively for the Bell’s fictitious invitation. He would take advantage to push the scenario to the limit. “She likes the thought of being a slut. She treats me that way. The little pest will get quite a treat this time.”
Etienne woke up on Saturday morning, to hear Justine quite busy in the bathroom. He sat up, to see her, working at her face. Justine did not use cosmetics, except on very rare occasions. “I like you au naturel,” Etienne would keep reassuring her. This time, it was another story. Etienne nearly broke out laughing, when he saw the blue hue of the eyelids, the extended eye lashes, the pink on the cheeks and the rouge enhancing the full lips. Her hair was falling in long waves over her back. “Move Etienne! it is past ten thirty, I have to rush.” Etienne was dressed in a suit and tie. “As I told you yesterday, I have a brief meeting at the office. I should be back before you return.”
She forgot to kiss him and proceeded to her wardrobe without a word. She hesitated but chose a Dior black lace undergarment. She assorted her garter belt, with Dior patterned stockings. She then chose her shortest skirt, the first garment that Etienne had offered at the Galleries Lafayette. She looked at herself in the floor mirror, “Maybe I am showing too much ass and nipples. What the heck! she mused with excitement.” She had completed the assembly supporting her seduction, when she found herself invaded by apprehension. The thought of offering herself to another man was stimulating, but the real thing….? “Wow! I would much prefer to offer myself to my man.” She looked at her watch pointing five to eleven. She slipped on her long tight leather boots that reached halfway up her thighs. Taking a last look at the mirror, she pondered, “if worse comes to worse, I can always join Madame Claude’s sheptel.”
She nearly tripped over herself coming down the steps. She unlocked the steel gate to the street and shivered at the site of the large limousine. A tall man dressed in a black tuxedo rushed to help open the gate. “Mademoiselle!” he said in a baritone voice, taking her hand. He opened the door and she bent to enter. Deep in the front of the limousine, a dark suited gentleman, wearing a black fedora down over his forehead covering his face, was sitting immobile facing the rear. He stood in silence, watching her entering the cabin behind his dark sunglasses. She sat in the middle of the seat attempting to hide her apprehension with great difficulty.
A raucous murmur was heard over the car speakers. Etienne had acquired a voice transformer, at Circuit City. The growl sounded so frightening that it sent ripples along Justine’s spine. “Please lay back and open your knees as far as you can, to touch the sides of the car,” said the voice. A reading light erupted above her. The light beam blinded her and revealed the nakedness between her knees, lifted high and her legs spread wide apart. “Good!” The murmur became more frightening. “I see that the little bitch in heat is showing her naked pussy. Keep repeating, I am a bitch in heat.” Justine was hesitant at first. “Go on!” the voice became uglier. “Start fondling that pussy and keep repeating I am a bitch in heat,” The murmurs became more pressing. “Keep those legs apart! Pinch that button! Rub these lips! Stick your fingers in and lick! Suck!” Intense fear had taken over and she was acting as ordered. “Go on! Say it!” She attempted to bury her fear in the memories of the safe return drive from Corsica, when she was just a budding teenager, but to no avail.
The big limousine was moving along the beach and she saw the ravenous coast while they began to climb, gaining speed. The caresses and the growl from the speakers, mixed with the excitement, transformed into a pleasurable sensation. She felt the titillations invade her body. She closed her eyes and began moaning softly.
Justine felt something moving between her legs. She was too frightened to open her eyes. She felt a tongue and mouth kissing her thighs and climbing upward toward her pussy. Fright and ple
asure kept alternating in her mind. She half opened one eye. She could distinguish the black form kneeling between her legs. The fedora was hiding the head of the intruder hard at work on her crotch.
Etienne kept licking in silence. “Well! I think everything must come to an end.” He placed his hands on her knees and raised his head to face her. With the man’s sudden movement, she shut her eyes in fear. Everything became still, but she felt that she was observed. After what seemed like long minutes, she decided to risk a look. “Etienne!” she screamed, while tears of joy poured down her cheeks. “It is you!” Etienne had been apprehensive of her reaction. She let herself slide to the floor at his side and held on to him, afraid of losing him. Etienne had instructed the chauffeur to return to base, they remained in a silent embrace until the car door opened.
Subservience
The following evening began with a special piano recital. On the program, five Chopin Waltz and two Polonaises, #2 and the Military. They had dinner in front of the fireplace. Justine was expressing her astonished appreciation for the Senator Bell love game.
“You should know Etienne, the experience brought back so many memories of my early teenage years, the loss of my virginity in Corsica and the lovemaking over the phone. It also inspired me to prepare a surprise for you. I will have it by tomorrow evening.” Etienne stretched on the faux bear rug and laid her at his side. The story of her teenage adventures went on over the entire evening. Her words were flowing at his soul. He had grown to feel so good, when she continued sharing with him her very private memories. He was feeding on her experiences sharing her emotions. He had the feeling he had lived with her forever.
“I am home, where are you my love?” Etienne was making his early evening entrance with a single red rose in his mouth. He began climbing the step to the bathroom. Coming out wiping his hands, he saw a lone dog leash wiggling on the floor at the bedroom door. He crossed the bridge to the bedroom. Justine appeared in the frame nude except for a dog collar tied to the leash. She was walking on all four holding the leash between her teeth. “Master, she asked, do you love your little bitch?”
Justine had spent the afternoon at a sex shop testing the material and the gadgets. The limousine episode had provided her with the inspiration, the shop with the equipment. Etienne attempted to lift her to her feet but to no avail. “I am your bitch, I stay on the floor. I am not allowed to get up.”
Etienne felt some concern when she began walking head first down the steep stairway. “She will kill herself for sure,” he worried. The dinner was already on the table. He sat and took a sip of the wine. She kept pressing her face on his leg. She stood on her hind legs lifting her front paws. “Food!” she begged. It took a few second for Etienne to figure that she expected to be hand fed at his feet. He gave her a pat on the head and placed a piece of bread in her mouth. She waited at his feet until he placed his plate on the floor. She polished off the dish. He stood to clear the table. She barked to be led with the leash. He pulled her to the kitchen to clear the service and took her for a walk around the living room. Etienne was getting deeper into the play. “Sit!” he ordered. He bent over her and began caressing her head, than her back followed by a long exploration in and out of the rear end. “Good little bitch,” he continued. She kept rubbing her head on his leg. “Stay!” he commanded. He went to the kitchen pulled his pants down and covered his penis with peanut butter. He came back and sat on the carpet pulling her leash and bringing her head to his crotch. She saw the offer and rose to the occasion. She began sniffing and licking. Etienne was rubbing, pinching her bud and sliding his fingers into her open pussy.
“You are my little slave bitch.”
“Oh! Yes master, I am! Do with me anything you want. Your bitch is here to please you.”
Etienne noticed that her own words contributed to add frenzy to his caresses. Her wiggling had transformed into a squirm. She was forcing her butt to engulf his hand. She screamed her pain, when she swallowed half of his hand. She kept the invader inside, until she exploded with delectation.
The Amateur
They were sitting on the park bench sipping water after fifteen kilometers on a roller blade trail along the Molomglo River. “I think I am becoming a pervert. Showing you off to other man brings me pleasure. At this moment, I can see part of your pussy slipping out of your cutoff jean short. I fantasize that bikers and rollers on the track have time to see it, when they go by,” Etienne remarked.
She boasted the smile of an accomplice. “You were always my love pervert. Is it not perversion to take advantage of a woman more than twenty years younger than you are? How much I love my pervert!” She stood and sat on his lap facing him. In no time, she had his jeans unzipped and slipped his penis into an expecting pussy. She pressed her lips on his and her tongue began an offensive. Etienne was captured by her quiet aggression in daylight, on a public park bench. He became so involved that he did not take notice of the odd onlookers, watching from a few feet away.
On the drive back home, Etienne pressing her thigh said, “I am thinking of a new adventure for us. I want you to dress like a hustler. Something similar to your performance with the Senator. I will drop you at one of Canberra’s high end hotel bars. The Crown Plaza attracts business visitors. The lounge is reputed to be the best place in Canberra to pick up a Sheila. I would be interested to see what you can bait.”
The same evening, Justine came out of the gate and as usual, she nearly tripped on the flagstones. She recovered control of the stiletto heels and Etienne went to open the car door. She bent to reach the low seat. Her short skirt revealing black patterned silk stockings secured by a red garter belt and little else. Etienne swallowed twice before sitting in the driver seat. He turned to her and saw her eyes surrounded by dark shadow make up and her lips exaggerated by the dark rouge lipstick. The transparent blouse was revealing a suggestion of painted nipples.
“Do you want to fuck bitch?” Etienne asked.
“Later master, I would not like to ruin my makeup,” she answered. “Let’s go”
“I did not mean your face,” he thought. When they arrived at the hotel, he sensed that she was a bit nervous. “Go straight to sit at the bar. I will be sitting in discreet observation in a corner of the lounge,” he reassured her.
Etienne dropped her at the hotel main entrance. She seemed to discard her nervousness. She paraded to the door, Marilyn style. The doorman displayed an engaging smile, “Please come in madam, what will it be?” he enquired bowing politely.
“Please lead me to the bar,” she answered taking hold of his arm. He assisted her to get on the stool in full appreciation of the view. “I will leave you for now,” he whispered, “but I am free at eleven.”
Etienne parked the car and saw Paul Piché, his old associate walking in his direction. Etienne had taken the extra safety precaution of having his friend intervene, if Justine were to face any difficulty. “Good to see you my friend, but I cannot wait to meet your new Sheila,” said Paul shaking his hand firmly. Etienne had taken the time over a drink with Paul to explain the details of the scenario. “I am quite certain that you will enjoy her as much as you will relish the circumstances of the theatrical encounter,” went Etienne.
They entered the lounge and Paul aimed for the bar. He saw that Justine was the only lady there. She was in a conversation with a gentleman sitting to her left. There were two stools free on her right. He sat on the one farthest from her. He was immediately taken by the sight of the long blonde wavy mane slipping down her back that let some shoulder appear through the lace. “Wow! I cannot even see the strap of a bra” he wondered his appreciation. “The other perspective must be quite something.”
Etienne had found a sofa in the far end of the lounge. A redhead pretending to read a magazine gave him a look, signaling that his entrance had not gone unnoticed. He ignored the advances, to focus his attention on the bar. Paul was sipping his scotch and Justine was still in full conversation with the man to her left. A seco
nd gentleman entered the bar and sat to Justine’s right. Very soon he placed his hand on Justine’s shoulder and extended his hand to the other gentleman. The first man was becoming a little audacious bringing his fingers to caress her arm and was moving his legs closer between hers. They began a three way conversation. The two men entered into a useless competition for her attentions. After a few minutes, she excused herself and left for the bathroom. She remained in the hall, until she saw the two admirers leave the bar. What had appeared like an exciting experience was spoiled by the two men that she did not find appealing and actually oddly unpleasant. “It must be terrible to be a whore and have to sleep with people that do not appeal to you,” she reflected.
She could not see Etienne, who was purposely staying out of sight. She resolved she should return to the bar and await his appearance. She lifted herself to the stool and noticed a great looking customer a few seat away. She focused on his face and was captured by his male features. She smiled and she saw the gentleman rise and ask if he could join for a drink. “Darn Etienne!” she thought, when she welcomed the offer. “He had promised to be nearby to protect me. I will make him pay for this.” She put on her sexiest goo-goo eyes, “I am Justine and you?”
“I am Paul, came the reply, I have been sitting here watching you handle those two poor souls. I was seduced by your charms, even if most were hidden by your company. Being close to you I am becoming enthralled by your beauty and I am getting drunk on you perfume. Valentino? I think.” She was taken by his dark eyes and his enchanting smile. “What would be your pleasure?” Paul went on.
When Etienne saw Paul making his move for Justine, he was overtaken by mixed feeling. Maybe I am getting a tad jealous, he thought. But not really. It is definitely stimulating to watch and see how far she will go. He remained out of sight. “My goodness is she actually placing her hand on his thigh?” Paul brought her hand to his lips. Etienne let them foreplay for a while before he decided to intervene. He walked to sit on the stool to her left. She felt a presence and turned. “Etienne!” she let out her surprise. Then regaining her composure. “Please meet Paul, he is so charming.” Paul had already winked, before she turned his way. “This is my friend Etienne.”
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