by Rex Gordon
"Are you sure I'm not going to have to pay for this?" he said.
"Please do not insult me, monsieur. I have already told you I am not the prostitute. I am just a woman who has a great interest in ... what you call 'the ways of love.' And also, monsieur, I have a great interest in you."
She stood in front of him, naked. She was smiling as she stared into his eyes, and a shiver of excitement rippled through his body. His cock had been hard almost from the moment he saw her bending over, but it seemed to get even harder now, as she slid slowly down his body and knelt before him.
As she undid his belt buckle, he thought this whole thing must be a dream. No woman had ever come on to him like this, and Genevieve seemed so free and open about it. Yet she was shy too, and that made it even more exciting.
He unbuttoned his shirt, and leaned back in the corner of the sauna. All of this had to do with the difference of cultures, he thought. Nothing about it had to do with him personally. He was just an ordinary guy – or maybe she just liked his blue dragon shirt, he thought.
She was so delicate as she pulled down on his zipper. The head of his cock had already climbed from behind the band of his bikini underwear.
"It is quite beautiful," she said.
"And you are beautiful," he said.
The chambermaid blushed, and very delicately, with just a forefinger and thumb, she let the tip of her tongue touch the tiny opening in the sheath of flesh that covered his cock head, and she tasted his pre-come.
"Oh," he said at that little touch, and the young woman giggled.
"Oui," she said. Then she took the whole head to her mouth, and peeled back the flesh with her lips and tongue. She rolled her tongue around the head as she held it almost menacingly between her teeth, and always she looked up into his eyes, and the look was driving him crazy.
When she took his cock deep into her mouth, he thought he would come immediately, but she let the head slide from between her lips. She went back on her haunches. She was still staring up at him with that delicious eye-to-eye gaze, as if she were trying to read his mind.
Slowly she backed away, one knee at a time, until she pressed herself against the wall of the sauna. Then she spread her arms and legs wide and she lay back.
"Fuck me, monsieur. I want to be fucked. It has been so long since I have been fucked by a man."
With her words, she reminded him of Leslie, but this was not Leslie, this was a younger woman, a different woman. She brought the fingers of one hand down over her breast, her stomach, her pubis, and she hooked one finger in the red fold of her pussy, spreading it open even further.
"Please," she said. "Push it into me."
"Yes," he said.
He moved forward, and went to his knees.
She reached out for his cock, her fingers were wiggling, but never lost eye contact.
He smiled and bent over her as she gripped him with one hand under the shaft and tugged him to her as he looked into her eyes. She moved the head of his cock to the slit of her pussy, and rubbed the head through the sticky wetness, and it felt so good.
"Nice," he said.
"Yes," she said in English.
He tried to push, but it was difficult for him to break through. There was no way she could be a virgin, but even with the long slit of red flesh that went the length of her pussy. It was clear that her pussy was seldom used.
What was he getting himself into, he wondered. Was she younger than she said? That couldn't be. If it were true, he would back away quickly and leave her alone.
"Are you ... a virgin?"
She chuckled and said, "Of course not, monsieur. I have been fucked many times, but not for over a year."
That was good, he thought. He didn't want to think of himself as some kind of monster who would seduce a virgin, no matter how willing she might be.
"You must try better," she said, in English.
He pushed again, but the head of his cock slipped away from the crack and over her mound, and his balls slapped against her pussy.
She giggled. "Do again," she said. She was still wearing her stockings. She raised her left leg high, and rested her ankle on his shoulder.
"Yes," he said. He repositioned himself, and rubbed his cock over the elastic of her black stockings, dragged it over the flesh of her thighs, and again pushed it to the crack of her pussy.
This time she spread her legs even wider, and with her fingers, she tried to spread her pussy. He held his cock in his own hand, placed the head delicately against the crack, and he pushed. It was difficult at first. He managed to get just the head inside her, but he could go no farther. Finally, she relaxed and pushed again, but this time, the entire shaft of his cock slid inside her.
"Ooooo," she said, and she took her hands away and she moaned. "Yes, yes, monsieur. Fuck me, fuck me good, please."
He let his cock hang fully inside her for a moment, and her pussy seemed to be sucking at him. He kissed her first; then he began the slow, rhythmic inward thrust and outward draw. He brought his mouth down to hers, and her tongue reached out for his.
"Bien. Ooooo, la, tres bien," she sighed.
Inward and outward he moved. His ass pumped slowly as they kissed, and he thought how tight her pussy was as he moved in and out of her.
"More," she whispered. "More hard."
"Yes," he said, and he understood, but he did not begin to ram and jam immediately. Instead, he gradually picked up the tempo with each new thrust. He was going in and out of her harder now, but not viciously.
"More," she said. "More. More, please."
Yes, he thought, and he began to pump harder and harder until he was going at her with fast, controlled strokes. He pushed in fully, withdrew almost to the head, and he pushed again. He was always under control, but he moved faster and faster.
"More," she cried. "More. More!"
He withdrew and pushed, withdrew and pushed. He lost control and he was going at her harder and harder, slamming then returning, slamming, then returning. He was being vicious now and she seemed to like it so he continued to do it harder, harder. Yes, harder. Yes.
"Oui, oui. Ooo, la, oui!"
In and out he moved and she was rocking hard with him, her pussy gripping him as if it were a tight fist. Her legs wrapped around him, squeezing him, and she rocked with him, her nails clawing into his back through his shirt, her neck bent against the wall of the sauna.
"This is it," he said.
"Oui, oui, this is it," she said.
Oh damn! His balls knotted and the sensation of pleasure shot up his body to his brain.
"Yes," he said, as the pleasure made its return trip to his cock.
But he realized that this woman was so young, so beautiful. She claimed she had not been fucked for a long time. What kind of birth control did she use? Oh, damn, he couldn't do that. He couldn't make her pregnant. In panic, he withdrew his cock just in time to have his come gush into the air and spurt all over her belly and over her tits.
"Oui, oui," she said. "Ooooo, oui, oui, oui. Oh, yes, monsieur. Yesssss. Oui. Ah. Yes..."
She lay against the wooden wall of the sauna for a long moment, shivering and writhing, her mouth open, and with him hovering over her. His cock sagged at her belly, with her smiling, and his come running down her body and between her legs.
"You are a good lover," she said, and she rubbed her fingers through the come that lay on her breasts and stomach. It was as if she were trying to rub it into her flesh.
"And so are you," he said, smiling, and he licked his own come away from her tits.
"Please. Do not be angry with me, monsieur. I have been what you call the lesbian. But I like both the men and the women, but I have difficulty finding the right man."
"Genevieve, I don't know what to say. I had no idea—"
"Shhhhh," she said, and she touched her fingers to his lips. "I want for the man sometimes, and you have been wonderful for me."
He tasted his own come on her finger tips, and for just
a moment, he was appalled, but she had touched his lips with such reverence and thanks, that there was no way he could be angry.
"You are good," he said.
"No, I am bad."
"Yes," he said, smiling. "You are bad and you are good."
She reached for him and she brought him to her, holding him. After a moment, she said, "Would you make love to me one more time?"
"Yes," he said, momentarily remembering that Judy and Leslie were with Armand. "Of course, I will."
"Good," she said.
She climbed onto the bench, with her ass and pussy thrust in his direction.
"This way," she said. "I want you to make love to me this way, like the animal that I am."
"Yes," he said, and his cock was beginning to rise again.
She smiled back at him while she bent over. For only a moment, he thought of Judy with Leslie and Armand, but he pushed them from his mind. They were all right. There was nothing wrong, and there was nothing wrong with what he was doing either. When he was with Judy again, it would be even better. He had to concentrate on the beautiful little creature in front of him, her pussy throbbing with desire.
He stepped forward and rubbed the backs of his fingers over it, as it got wetter and wetter.
He thrust his index finger inside and she let our a little "Ooo," sound and he began to touch the various bumps inside her cavity.
"Do it, yes, monsieur. Do it. In and out to me, do it."
"Yes," he said, and he moved his fingers in and out of her.
"No, no, not the fingers. The cock!"
"Oh, yes," he said, and he began to fuck her like the animal that he was. This was not the same. Judy was not here to share.
"Yes, the cock is so good inside me. Yes."
"'Yes,' what?" said the strong female voice from behind them, as the door of the sauna was flung open.
For the moment, Rick thought it was Judy, and he was ready to apologize.
Out of some kind of fear reaction, Genevieve clamped onto his cock like a vice grip. Both she and Rick looked over their shoulders to see the sexy blonde manager, her glasses on her nose. It was as if they were in school and had been caught fucking by one of his teachers.
"Is this what I am to expect from the hotel guests?" the woman asked. Clearly she was speaking to Rick.
"I, uh—"
"Return to your room, monsieur. I am the manager of this hotel, and I will deal with this servant myself."
"Yes, ma'am," Rick said. "But I assure you it is not Genevieve's fault."
"Perhaps not her fault, but I must deal with her nonetheless. Please leave us now."
The blonde manager glanced at his now limp cock, then looked menacingly at Genevieve.
For just a moment, Rick thought he should stay and explain, but it would be the wrong thing to do. Feeling like a fool, he gathered his clothes and hurried naked down the hall to his room. He wondered what Judy would think if she learned what he had done.
CHAPTER TEN
JUDY
The blinds of the bistro were drawn, but light streamed from behind the shades as Judy fumbled to unlock the door with the key Rick had given her. Finally, she got it done. She stepped quietly inside and waited for a moment. She heard breathing. She knew what must be going on between Leslie and Armand. She locked the door behind her. She was getting even more excited as she listened closely.
"That's good, yes," she heard Leslie say, and the words sent a shiver from Judy's hips to her shoulders.
It had been so great of Rick to let her come here, not only to let her actually make love to another man but to encourage her to do it and not insist that he come along. It was the true test of his love, a true test of his confidence in her.
She eased across the floor toward the sound of their sighs, the sounds of their grunts, and groans. Finally, she saw them in the far corner of the room. Armand sat naked on one of the chairs and Leslie, equally naked sat with her back to him as if sitting in his lap, writhing her bottom against him.
As Judy moved closer, she saw it was not just Leslie's bottom. His cock was well up and into her, and his hands were massaging and stroking her tits.
"Yes, this is good. I've never done it this way," Leslie said.
Judy watched as Armand's fingers pinched one of Leslie's nipples. He moved his other arm around her waist, and brought his hand between her legs to make sure his cock did not escape from her pussy.
Judy gasped.
"Oh!" Leslie said, startled by the sound of Judy's voice.
"Come join us. We are just getting started," Armand said.
"Yes, I would love to join you," Judy said. She was already out of breath.
As Armand continued to fuck Leslie from his sitting position, Judy could not help but think about Rick, who was alone in their hotel room. He was the perfect husband and she tried to be the perfect mate. Yet, they had never done anything like they did this morning, nor had she even kissed another man since they were married.
Judy stripped from her jacket and put it across the back of one of the chairs.
"Oh, yes," Leslie cried and she began to whimper her little pleasures.
"You are good," Armand said.
"Yes," Leslie said again, as if she were agreeing with him. "Yes! Oh, good." Her whole body went stiff, except for the quiver of one leg. Finally, Leslie sighed and moaned, then went limp. Armand helped her to free herself from his cock, and when she was finally free, she stood in her lovely nakedness. Armand remained in the chair, and he grinned across the room at Judy, as if she, and not Leslie, was now the object of his interest and desire.
"Welcome to my bistro. It is not often that I am alone with two such beautiful women." His spent cock was shriveling, and he covered it with his hand.
"Thank you," Judy said.
Leslie blushed and covered her breasts with one arm, and her pussy with the other hand. She seemed to be hiding herself, not from Armand, but from Judy.
"A man would be fortunate to have both of you at the same time. Where is your husband?"
Judy smiled. "He said this was my treat."
"Ah, the perfect mate."
"He really said that?" Leslie said.
"Yes," Judy said.
Armand looked at Leslie, naked, and at Judy, who was fully clothed, and grinned from ear to ear. "It would be so lovely to see you undress your friend."
Armand looked up at Leslie, but it was Judy who blushed. "I am perfectly capable of undressing myself."
"But it would be so much more beautiful to see your friend do it. Don't you think?"
"I—"
"I'll do it. If you want me to do it, I'll do it," Leslie said. Her eyes went wide, and she was breathing hard. Judy did not understand what was happening to Leslie, and looked back into Armand's eyes. She felt a mixture of rage, fear, lust and desire. She wanted to strike Armand and leave this place, but she was captivated. Apparently, he had prepared Leslie for this, but Judy was far from ready.
"You will let her do it, will you not?" he said. He smiled and uncovered his still wet cock.
"I—" Judy took a deep breath and her body stiffened. She looked at his cock, and it was growing. "Yes. Yes, of course I will."
"Good, good. That's very good. Now, Leslie you do as I tell you."
Leslie's eyes were wide with an expression of something Judy could not fathom. Perhaps it was fear of Armand, perhaps an interest in Judy, but whatever it was, it sent sensations rippling through Judy's body that she recognized as a preamble to even greater pleasure.
"Her blouse first, of course," the naked Armand said, smiling.
As if in a trance, Leslie stepped in front of Judy. She looked into Judy's eyes, then away from them. She licked her lips and watched her fingers, as she began to undo Judy's blouse one button at a time.
Leslie peeled the blouse from Judy's shoulders, revealing the seductive black bra that emphasized the breasts under them. From the corners of her eyes, Judy saw Armand smile. With a new boldness, Leslie undid
the hook in the front of Judy's bra and the garment dropped away.
"Now the skirt," Armand said.
Leslie obeyed immediately. She unhooked the skirt, then stooped down and dragged it all the way to the floor, revealing Judy in her bikini underwear and garter stockings.
"Let me see those lovely breasts," Armand said, very slowly.
The entire time she was undressing Judy, Leslie was looking to him for approval. Armand was easing his hand up and down over his cock. His slow masturbation excited her even more, but she did not know if he was doing it because of her body or Leslie's obedience. Maybe it was because Judy and Leslie were nearly touching each other.
"Magnificent," he said. "Now go to your knees and slide her pants down her body."
"Yes," Leslie hissed. She gripped the waistband of Judy's bikini bottoms and slid them to the floor. Her face was nearly touching Judy's pussy.
Judy was no longer paying attention to Armand, but she was looking down at her friend who was on her knees in front of her.
"Is it not true that you love her pussy?" Armand asked.
Leslie did not reply. Instead, she stared upward, past Judy's breasts and into her eyes. Judy's hard nipples jutted out her interest.
"Listen to me," Armand said, "and answer me."
"Yes," Leslie replied. "Yes, I like her body."
"Of course you like her body. She has a beautiful body. Anyone can see that but that is not what I said. I asked you, 'is it not true that you love her pu-seee?'"
"Yes."
"'Yes' what?"
"Yes, I love … I love her pussy."
Even before those words, Judy felt the moisture gather in the crack and saturate the delicate tissue at her vaginal lips.
Oh, damn, he's going to make her do it!
"You would like to lick it, would you not?" Armand said. He was still gripping his cock, but he was looking straight into Leslie's eyes.
"No," Judy moaned. She thought she was trying to put words on Leslie's tongue, but even as she moaned a denial, she knew she desperately wanted it to happen.
Having her pussy eaten was one of her greatest pleasures, but it was always a man who had eaten her, and a man, not even Rick, could know how she felt or even how she was supposed to feel. He could have no idea what feelings any woman might have. If Leslie ate her, it would not be the same as just any woman eating her – not a lesbian, but a friend. It would be so, so...