the story, continued ...
Monique ? the girl who was forced into being the translator when I was kidnapped, and who was forced to lick cum off my face, and who managed to escape before me. I certainly hadn?t expected to see her again, but here she is pulling me down the stairs and out the front door of the hostel.
We get to the street and she opens her small satchel, taking my magazine and stuffing it away. ?You don?t want to be carrying that on the street,? she says.
?Where are we going?? I ask.
?Please, just come with me. Not far.? Her response is purposeful.
We walk a couple of blocks to a small caf?. Entering, she sits me down at a table far from the other patrons. The waiter scurries over quickly, and she orders two espressos. Then she begins to speak.
?Those two policewomen are after you. After I left, I came back to the hostel to get my things. I?ve been on the streets ever since, but early this morning, I was confronted in a park by another policewoman. She had a copy of my passport picture, and she knew my name, and she knew I am from Marseille. She got all that from the hostel.?
I look at her in disbelief. ?Who are you?!? she asks.
I explain that I am completely in the dark about why they?re looking for me, and that she knows as much as I do: the first policewoman came to the hostel that night, took us both into her ?custody,? and that I, too, escaped later on, after the two policewomen had had their way with me.
?Well, she asked a lot of questions about you,? Monique continues. ?They wanted to know your connection with this Keliana from your magazines.?
?Huh?!? I say. ?That makes even less sense.?
?I think you should be worried,? Monique continues. ?The one in the park was very adamant. She received a radio call about a disturbance somewhere else in the park, and when she left I ran to the hostel right away to find you.? Monique gulps down her espresso and gets up to leave. ?Get out of Paris,? she says, ?I?m going home on the first possible train.?
What should I do? This is all so bizarre. Why did the policewomen have those ?Chic? magazines with Keliana on the cover? Is this all because I stole them? I decide to head back to the hostel, check out, and use some of my extra money for a cheap, safer hotel.
I have a phone message at the hotel. The clerk hands me a slip of paper. There?s a London phone number and the note says ?call immediately.? After a few rings from the pay phone, I recognize the voice of the old gentleman saying ?hello.?
?I understand you have found yourself in some trouble,? he says.
I ask, ?How do you know??
?My young friend,? he says, in a calming voice. ?Everything will be fine, and all will be explained. Tell me what has happened.?
I tell him the entire tale.
?Take down this address,? he says, still calm. ?Go there now. Ask for ?tienne. He will be waiting, and you will be safe until your flight to London.?
There?s a click and he?s gone.
* * *
I go to a small building on a side street near Les Invalides. I can see through a gate to a small courtyard. I ring the bell by the gate, and a woman?s voice answers. ?Oui? Qui est-ce??
She want my name. I answer. Then she says something else I don?t understand. The intercom goes silent, and a moment later the woman appears. She is stunning, dressed in a sheer white dress. I can see a dark-colored bra and dark panties through her outer garment, and there is a noticeable bulge from what I imagine must be her cock.
?Do you speak French?? she asks me in English, but with an incredibly sexy French accent. I tell her that I only know a few words. ?Come this way. ?tienne is expecting you.?
I follow her across the courtyard. I can see through her dress, and I?m getting quite aroused. Her long, red hair flows down her back. It?s driving me crazy. She turns and smiles. ?You like what you see?? she asks. Then she beckons me to follow her through an open door and down a small hallway. She knocks on another door and opens it. Inside is a young man, not much older than me He comes running over, with his hand out to shake.
?Welcome,? he says, ?I am ?tienne. You are safe here.?
?What?s going on?? I ask.
?Ah, this,? he says, making a sweeping motion around the room. ?A photo shoot.?
There are large lights and around the room, and in one corner there is a booth like in a restaurant.
?No. I mean why am I here??
?There will be time to explain later,? he says. ?For now, would you like to help us??
?How??
?tienne nods to the red-haired woman. She comes up to me and kisses me on the mouth, using her tongue. She also rubs her bulge against my cock, which now hardens fully. Then she reaches down and strokes it through my pants.
??tienne comes closer and whispers in my ear, ?Your friend Keliana gives her full approval.?
* * *
When it is time to shoot, the redhead reappears in a short black dress, her hair up, and wearing a beautiful pearl necklace. She takes my hand. ?We are going to play out a scene,? she whispers. ??tienne prefers candid shots. Just follow my lead.? With that, she again squeezes my cock.
?What?s your name?? I ask. She tells me it is D?sir?e. I know what that means.
D?sir?e leads me to the booth. We sit together, and she begins to cuddle and kiss me. ?tienne?s camera flashes.
?Pretend no one is here,? she says. ?No photographer. No one in the restaurant. What would you want to do with me??
I begin to kiss her passionately and touch her all over. ?Slow,? she says. ?Romantic. Use your words to help set the mood.?
I tell her she?s beautiful, that her red hair is gorgeous, that I would like to see it down. I tell her how sexy she is in her black dress, and how lovely her necklace is.
?I will be giving you one of your own,? she says, and winks.
I work one hands up her leg, to the inside of her thigh and all the way to her crotch. I can feel lace panties, and I pull her short dress up to get a better look. ?tienne?s camera flashes away, but never right in my eyes. The bulge beneath her black lace panties is so enticing. I bend to kiss her cock through the lingerie. She moans and puts her tongue in my ear.
I continue to explore her body with my hands as we kiss. Soon, D?sir?e reaches up and takes my hand off of her bulge. She pulls her panties aside and releases her cock. It is about the same size as mine, with a dewy tip from her pre-cum. She replaces my hand and whispers to me, ?Stroke it, my darling.?
D?sir?e's cock grows harder in my hand and begins to throb. I stroke her and I kiss her neck, which makes her entire body shudder. Suddenly, she moves me away and sits on the table, pulling her dress up and letting her hair down. ?Love me with your mouth, darling.? Her beautiful cock points straight out, with her panties pulled to the side. It is so erotic. I feel my own cock drip in my pants.
I stand up, bend over, and begin to suck her. Her cock is so delicious, so smooth, and it throbs in my mouth. Soon, D?sir?e begins to buck in my mouth and speak. ?Yes, baby. Rub my balls while you suck me. Caress my thighs.? Her accent, and the taste of her, are driving me crazy. I feel my cock drip more.
This continues for several minutes, as ?tienne shoots more and more pictures. Suddenly, D?sir?e pulls my mouth off of her cock and says, ?Look what you?ve done to me. Have you ever seen a cock so pleasured??
Her cock is undulating. The head is swollen and almost a deep purple. It is obvious that there is a lot of cum waiting for me. I can?t wait.
?Suck me more, darling,? insists D?sir?e. I slowly run my tongue along the underside of her shaft, eventually letting the head of her cock rest on my tongue. With my mouth open, but the tip of my tongue licking, D?sir?e can feel my hot breath flowing over her entire length. She looks at ?tienne and barely gets out what I can tell is a question, in French, because of her labored breathing. I see ?tienne nod.
Quickly, D?sir?e reaches down with both hands, grabs my head, and pulls my mouth over her, sending the full length of her cock all the way down my throat. She pulls my entire head towards her, and then pushes it away, several times. Then, as she screams, I squeeze my lips around the base of her cock and she explodes, sending hot, delicious cum into my stomach. But before she is done, she pulls herself out, grabs her cock with one hand, rips open my shirt with the other, and releases what seems like another full load all over my chin and chest.
?Your pearl necklace, darling,? she says, smiling.
?You did very well,? says ?tienne, patting me on the back. ?D?sir?e is my best cummer.? She grabs my head again to kiss me full on the lips.
* * *
We clean up, and ?tienne tells me to accompany D?sir?e to another room for food and wine. I notice a table with a stack of magazines, and find ?Colorsex 5.? The cover has Keliana lounging on the floor in sunglasses, a black mini dress, and high heels.
??tienne photographs her when she is in Paris,? says D?sir?e. I am sure he would let you have it.? He walks in and tells me it is mine. A moment later, a much, much older woman walks in and hands him a large manila envelope.
?My assistant,? he explains, opening it. ?Ah, yes, this is for you. Keliana asked me to give it to you.? He hands me ?Ass Parade.?
?She says to imagine her just like that later, with D?sir?e. After that, you will get your explanation.?
Apparently, I will be fucking D?sir?e. How odd it all seems. What a strange journey. I?ve gone from being an innocent young man who likes special girls, and who is obsessed by one in particular, to being in porn shoots.
to be continued ...
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