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Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2001 02:10:01 -0500
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Paris Love Story

By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>


I'm dedicating this story to Anna T. She is a friend of ours and I hope she
likes what I wrote while thinking of her. 

Note: Copyright 2001 by Katie McN. It contains some Lesbian romance, a bit
of non-consensual sex, some light BDSM and all the stuff you'd expect to go
with that sort of thing. If any of that could bother you better stop reading
now.

This story is part of the Write Club Game and was written in three hours
using three required story elements which are listed at the end of the text.
Hecate and I wrote the stories and Frank Downey is the Judge. Glad I'm not
him. ;-)
 


"Excusez-moi,  etes-vous detruits?"

"I'm sorry. I don't speak French." 

Just my luck the best looking woman I've seen in ages wants to talk to me
and I can't understand a thing she's saying.

"Oh you're American. You seem to be lost. I wonder if I can help you."

"A cab driver let me off here and said this is the Marriott Champs Elyees
which of course it isn't."

"Ah, the hotel is just a few blocks down the Champs, toward the Arc de
Triomphe. I'm walking that way. Let me show you."

I couldn't believe my luck. The best looking woman in Paris stops to help me
and she ends up carrying one of my bags. Four blocks didn't seem like much
distance at all with this sexy woman walking at my side. 

"My name is Mireille de Torneaux. Are you on vacation?"

I told her my name was Annabelle Rouseau and that I was here trying to get
away from a lot of things. After I checked in she ended up in my room and
seemed to have a real knack at unpacking and getting things organized. 

"Thanks for your help, Mireille. I hate unpacking and your really are
organized."

"Why did you pick Paris as your get a way place. Annabelle?"

"I heard that French women were the world's best lovers and so where else
would I come?"

Her mysterious smile was as interesting as the Mona Lisa. Our eyes locked
and I found myself being pulled toward her. Her arms lightly touched my
shoulders and moved around to my back. I put my hands on her waist and
pressed my lips on hers. I felt her press back and what was a tiny kiss
between friends became a warm embrace and then a passionate attack. My
tongue forced its way into her welcoming mouth.  Our tongues met and enjoyed
the luxury of each others embrace.

My hands found her well formed ass. It was so firm and round. I wanted to
kiss it and bite it. Instead I explored it with my hands hoping for more
than just this.

We kissed and kissed again. We touched and explored and held and so much
more. Her hands were in my hair and then holding my face. Her hands were on
my breasts and my chest heaved at her touch. Her hands were on the buttons
of my blouse and I soon found that garment floating away from my body. She
kissed my breasts as she pushed the front of my bra down just enough to free
my nipples. She kissed and sucked those rigid soldiers and nipped at them
with her teeth.

I don't know what happen to our clothes. I don't know how we got on the bed.
I just knew that I was being loved. I just knew that the most beautiful
woman I could imagine was doing things to my body that started a fire in my
tummy and moved everywhere else like electricity in a grid. When the fire
reached some secret place in my mind I started to moan.

"Oh Mireille. Hold me. Kiss me. Touch me. More more more."

"Annabelle, your are so beautiful. So lovely and sexy."

She started kissing down my face and down to my breasts. She kissed in a
circle around the rosy pink place that surrounds my nipple. I longed for her
to take it in her mouth but she teased me over and over again.

Finally she sucked my nipple into her mouth and bite it gently and then a
little harder. I felt what she was doing throughout my whole body. She
played my body like a new instrument. And she wrote the music just for me.

When she put her head between my legs, I pulled her leg over my head and saw
the perfect splendor of her pussy. It was wet and so was mine. I wanted to
taste her juices so I pulled her down on my face and started licking her.

She had the most wonderful taste. I felt like the guest of honor at a
banquet in paradise. I licked all the juices that filtered out of her cunt
and then forced my tongue inside her to get more. I moved my hand on her
clit and slowly moved it back and forth. I rubbed hard and let her know that
a real woman lusted for her. I let her know that I was there.

Somehow she sucked my clit into her mouth and tortured me with her playing.
Her tongue found the depths of my pussy and searched for the pleasure hidden
there.

We went on and on and on and on till I could hardly stand the excitement. My
body felt like it was on fire and lust slipped out of somewhere and decided
to take over.

My scream must have surprised her. She started to come just as she heard it
and we both exploded in an orgasm unlike any I ever had. My body was
surprised and  the thrill seemed to go on forever. Our sounds merged and our
bodies merged and for a small amount of time we were one being designed only
for love.

"How did that happen?", Mireille said with a look that told me she knew and
loved every minute of our afternoon delight.

We laid together on the bed holding each other. Before we started up again
she stopped and wanted to talk.

"Today is Fat Tuesday. My husband and I are having a costume party tonight.
Why don't you come and have some fun. Perhaps we can find some time together
later?"

I said yes before we got back to making love. I don't remember much of what
happened next. We seemed to merge one pleasure after another.

---

"Annabelle, I like you to meet my husband, Francois."

"Charmed my dear. I love your costume."

Most of the guys in the room loved my costume. Mireille threw something
together which she called a Woman of Ill Repute. That's just what I felt
like. I wore a black bustier which pushed my tits up and out. They looked
more that interesting.  The bustier pinched in my waist and made my butt
more prominent. I never wore a thong before and felt this one trying to
sneak into the crack in my ass. I'm glad I shaved my pussy hair to just a
tiny tuft because the thong hardly could cover more. Long suspenders
attached to black silk stockings with seams running from the black border at
the top down to the shoe. Four inch heels, a riding crop and mask toped off
the costume. I was getting a lot of attention.

Mireille rescued me and said, "Let me show you around our place."

She was dressed up as a French policeman to include the cape and funny
little cap. She was the sexiest French policeman anyone could imagine. Her
pants were tailored  to fit her body from the waist down to her ankles. They
appeared to be painted on. She wasn't wearing underwear and her breasts
bounced and jiggled with each step she took. I wanted to reach out and touch
her. I wanted to relive the afternoon and I could tell from the looks she
was giving me that she was thinking the same thoughts.

We went on a tour of the very large house and I was impressed with its
beauty. I was amazed at all the antiques and art works. The house was worth
a fortune.

"It must be wonderful living in a place like this, Mireille."

"No it's very sad. It's my husbands home and he is not a nice person. If I
leave him I get nothing and if I stay I have to put up with his abuse."

"How sad. Isn't there anything you can do?"

"Yes, I have a plan, but I think my husband knows what I'm going to do and
he has been watching me like a hawk. Tonight would be a good time to give it
a try if you want to help?"

I was to distract her husband. I didn't think that would be much of a
problem. I just hoped I didn't distract him to much. The thought of running
out of the place with half my clothes torn off didn't have a lot of appeal.
I asked him to show me around the house and just as I thought, he made a
move when we arrived at one of the guest bedrooms.

"What's going on here, Annabelle? What have you done to my husband."

Francois was tied to the bed. He was naked and had a throbbing erection
which I kept teasing to make sure he still thought he had a chance to get
some action. I was happy to see Mireille come into the room.

"Well he hit on me just like you said so I told him I'd go for it if he'd
get kinky. I've just been seeing how long I could keep his dick pointing up
in the air, waiting for you."

"Francois, I transferred a sum of money from your secret Cayman Island bank
account. If you try to find me and tell anyone I did it, I'll tell about the
account. I know you can't explain it and the police would certainly be
interested in the details."

We turned and walked out of the room and kept on walking out to the street
where we were able to get a cab. Mireille had a small over night bag waiting
for her next to the door.

Mireille sounded stern as a policeman when she said, "Don't put down the
flag driver. Here's a hundred franc bill. Take us to the Marriott and then
forget you had us as passengers."

The cab driver seemed quite pleased with himself as he drove the short
distance to my hotel. We watched him drive away before we entered the
building. The elevator took us up the seven floors to my room and in no time
at all we were safe.

---

"Five million dollars, Annabelle. Freedom from that doddering fool whose
only used me for a sperm bank and a decoration. It's done forever."

She wanted to know every detail. I told her about him grabbing me and
pulling down the top of my bustier. He pushed my thong away at the same time
and forced his finger into my pussy. It hurt and I made a sound, but he
didn't care. He threw me to the bed and took off his clothes as he looked at
my nakedness. He was waiting for me to make a run for it and enjoying my
discomfort. When he jumped on me, I asked him if he'd like someone more
cooperative. 

I slowly took off a stocking and wrapped it around his cock. I knew if I
didn't seem to cooperate I would get badly hurt. I was stalling. 

I removed my other stocking and trailed it up and down his chest. I
pretended to whip him with the stocking and the very idea made him whimper
like a little boy.

I took of the rest of my clothes off and ignored him as he played with my
body. He forced my face down and I had to suck his cock. He finally released
me just before he came. It was then that I had the idea. When I started to
tie him up to the bed with my stockings he almost went crazy. I gave him my
most seductive looks and kept telling him how much I loved doing this.

Once I had him tied up, I put on what was left of my clothes and waited. I
figured I'd see how many times I could get him close to getting off without
letting him come. I think he might have been having some discomfort when we
left.

Mireille asked me to go over different parts of the story and I could see
she was getting very hot. She sat next to me on the bed and started touching
and holding me while I went over each detail of the story.

"The part with the stockings makes me so excited, Annabelle. Let me try it."

Somehow I found myself lying on my tummy tied to the bed with my stockings.
I was naked. Mireille looked at me as she slowly took off her clothes.

"Do you like my body, Annabelle. Oh you can't talk with you panties in your
mouth. How sad.'

She's was beginning to make me nervous and I started to sweat when she
picked up the small riding crop that was part of my costume.

She let the crop slide up and down my back lightly touching it with the end
of the crop. I didn't know what she was going to do . I was scared and yet
my nipples started to harden and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I
couldn't understand it but I was getting turned on.

She let the crop travel into the crack between my two ass cheeks. She moved
it down until it reached my wet pussy. She pressed as if to push it in and
when I arched my back to accept it, she pulled it away from my body.

Twack! Twack!

She burned each of my ass cheeks with the crop and laughed at me lying
helplessly on the bed.

Twack! Twack!

Once again I felt the sting of leather on my ass. Each stroke burned and the
pain was coursing though my body. Yet, I was continuing to get excited. I
didn't understand why this was happening. I wanted her to stop, but I wanted
to know how this would end even more. I felt the riding crop slip into my
asshole. It was like a black flag sticking out of my ass. I felt humiliated
but it was in so far I couldn't do anything about it.

I waited a long time to see what she would do next. Nothing happened and so
I turned my head to look for her and she was gone. She used my own trick and
now I was tied naked on a bed  waiting for the cleaning person to find me.
The irony was more than I could bear. I didn't know weather to be angry or
cry. She tricked me and played me for a fool

It seemed like forever. I was lying on the bed unable to get away and with
nothing to do. The cold from the air conditioner made goose bumps on my
naked body. All I could think about was how I'd be the laughing stock of the
hotel when the maid found me this way in the morning. Then it occurred to me
that maybe she's put up the Do Not Disturb sign. I might not be found for
days. I could die. I was terrified when I realized what she could have done.

"Did you think I left, baby? How could I leave a cutie pie like you?"

I turned my head to see her. I was relieved at first until I noticed the
twelve inch strap on she was wearing. I was going to be abused once again
and there was nothing I could do about it. I was afraid and couldn't
understand why my body was betraying me. My pussy was soaked and I felt my
juices flowing out of my body and onto the bedspread.

"I see you're ready for me."

The strap on slid easily into my pussy. She started very slowly and moved in
and out just enough to get my attention, but not enough to get my off.

She was moving the large device in and out at a quicker rate and I could
feel an orgasm crawl out of some place inside me and get ready to explode
when she stopped. I cry out.

"Oh, did the little girl want to come. How very sad. Let me try again."

She brought me close again and again. Each time she did she stopped until I
calmed down. I begged for release and she just laughed at me. 

"You'll get off when I say so and not before. Would you like me to use the
riding crop again.?"

I felt her pull it out of my asshole and expected her to use it on me again.
I quivered in anticipation.

"Oh I wouldn't want to hurt such a cute butt. Not when I have other uses for
it. I didn't soak my strap on in your pussy for nothing."

I soon felt the strap on nudging against my asshole. My own juices made it
easy for it to slip inside the place where the riding crop used to be. She
plunged it in farther and farther until I thought she had the whole twelve
inches buried in my ass. She slowly pulled it out and then did it again.

I felt the slow movement of the strap on as it went in and out of my now not
so tight asshole. She started a motion that moved with my heavy breathing. I
was moaning with excitement and could feel each glorious inch of her love
machine as it moved through my body.

She could do what she wanted to me and this was a new thrill. I wanted her
to dominate me and make me do her will. She controlled all and I glowed in
the knowledge.

In and out. In and out. In and out. Relentless. Pound pound pound.

I screamed out my orgasm, but she didn't stop. I screamed again and she
still had more. I don't know how many times I came but she still had more
for me. I thought I was going to pass out and yet still felt another orgasm
rose like an ocean from my loins to take over my very existence.

---

"Did my baby think I was really going to leave her? Oh I'm sorry. I just
stepped into the bathroom to slip into my strap on and adjust my make up. I
didn't think I was gone that long."

She did it on purpose of course. She was just playing a game of who's in
charge. A game that I was going to love over the years. We left for the
airport in the late afternoon. And we've been together ever since. I'm still
not used to everything she does, but I do know I love her and wouldn't have
it any other way..

---

"Put this blanket over you lap, Annabelle. I don't want the other people on
the plane to see me get you off."

The End

Katie McN  <katiemcn@excite.com>

Read the rest of my stories at:
www.asstr-mirror.org\~Katie_McN



Story Elements:

Frank: (7:59 PM) Hecate's theme: Two women who are both con artists. They
have a D/s relationship. The Domme likes to tease the sub by getting her off
in public. They have a problem--*someone* had discovered their latest con.

Katie's theme: "Two young women meet and it's instant lust. Even though they
have never
done anything like this before, they find themselves in bed before the first
date."

Frank's theme: One of the young women is married. As the story begins: the
other young woman does not know this. The woman's husband does not know
about the relationship between the two women. He also does not know about
the cons. 








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