Vintage Keliana (with story)

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We return to ?tienne?s house, and Zeva wakes up with a start. ?I must get ready for work,? she announces, jumping from the car and rushing in. I guess she means her policewoman job.

?tienne and I enter, and his assistant announces that there is a visitor. She begins to speak French, but in deference to me switches to English. ?A Mr. Masao Suetsugu is waiting for you in the parlor room,? she says, reading from a business card. ?He seems quite anxious to see you.?

?Ah, Suetsugu,? says ?tienne. ?I have been expecting him to make an appearance. We have some business to discuss.? He invites me to join him.

We walk down the hall, or rather I should say that ?tienne walks down the hall while I hobble a bit. My ass is a bit sore from the pounding from Zeva, but it is a nice kind of sore. ?tienne notices, and says, ?The best cure for that is to get fucked again, and soon.? Then he winks at me.

We enter the parlor room, and a Japanese man, dressed in a business suit, jumps up from a chair, bows, and holds out his hand. He speaks French to ?tienne, looks at me, and speaks again. ?tienne says, in English, ?This is one of my subjects. We have nothing to hide from him. In fact, it may be appropriate for him to join us in our meeting. And let us speak so he can understand.?

Mr. Suetsugu explains that he has come as the representative of a consortium of magazine publishers in Tokyo who wish to publish some of ?tienne?s photo shoots with Japanese translations. ?tienne listens closely, and then asks about the financial arrangements. Mr. Suetsugu says, ?I am certain you will be very happy with your compensation.?

?tienne smiles and excuses himself for a moment, leaving the room. Mr. Suetsugu and I sit there silently, until he asks me a question. ?You are a ?subject?? Does that mean that you appear in photographs??

I hesitate, and then say, ?Yes, I work with ?tienne?s models.?

?Why have I not seen your work?? he asks.

?My shoots are very recent,? I answer. ?They have not yet appeared in print.?

?And with whom have you appeared?? he asks.

?I have done two shoots with D?sir?e and one today with Zeva.?

He shakes his head. ?I do not know these models.?

Just then, ?tienne enters the room. He walks over to where Mr. Suetsugu is sitting and throws a magazine down on the table in front of him. ?Perhaps not,? he says, with a shout. ?But apparently you know one of my models.?

The magazine is called ?Sweet CDBaby.? Most of the cover is in Japanese, and it is very modern-looking. Keliana sits naked in a bathtub.

Mr. Suetsugu looks at the magazine briefly and then looks away. ?tienne picks up ?Sweet CDBaby? and brings it across the room to me. ?Here. This is for you.?

As I pick up the magazine and begin to flip through, finding beautiful pictures of Keliana bathing and anointing her exquisite body with baby oil, ?tienne tells Mr. Suetsugu that any agreement to allow publication of his photo shoots in Japan will begin with a substantial payment for having stolen the photos of Keliana in the tub. ?I took those earlier this year,? he barks, ?and the film disappeared from my studio. How do you explain that?!?

Mr. Suetsugu stutters and stammers, but eventually explains that the film was purchased from the Paris magazine distribution ring that Zeva has been following.

?Were you aware that they were stolen?!? ?tienne demands to know.

?Yes,? Mr. Suetsugu admits. ?But you must understand. Once we saw Keliana, we decided that we had to have her for our Japanese market. We will pay any price, and we are willing to accept some punishment for our misdeed. But we must have her. She is the most magnificent woman we have ever seen.?

?I do not negotiate with rogues and thieves. I think I will let one of my associates handle this.? ?tienne again leaves for a moment. When he returns, he announces that he has summoned Zeva. ?She is a policewoman, and she knows exactly how to deal with people like you.?

He advises Mr. Suetsugu to make himself comfortable until Zeva arrives, and summons me out of the room, locking the Japanese businessman in. ?As for you,? he says, ?I think you should take my advice. Go to your room. I have a surprise for you.?

I take my new Keliana magazine and make my way through the labyrinthine house to my room. I forget which advice ?tienne means, but as soon as I open the rood I remember. There are two girls waiting for me, dressed in black lingerie. One has black hair, and the other is a blonde. Both have huge cocks, fully erect. The sight of them has two effect on me: my own cock suddenly becomes hard, and my ass begins to tingle and even pulsate a little bit.

One of the girls comes right up to me, puts her tongue in my ear, and says something in French. ?I don?t understand,? I say, as she grabs my cock right through my pants, and squeezes tight. The other girl comes over and rubs her hand on my ass.

The two girls drag me to the bed and throw me down, pulling off my shirt and pants quickly. ?We do you quick,? says the black-haired girl. ??tienne says break you in more.? So, she does speak some English.

With me fully unclothed, the blonde begins to stroke my cock. Then she climbs around on the bed until she?s right over me, and she pushes her own cock right into my mouth and begins to fuck me with it. Yes, fuck me. I lie still and she uses my mouth like a pussy, plunging it in and taking it out. It tastes absolutely wonderful.

Meanwhile, the black-haired girl positions herself between my legs, pushes my legs in the air, and sticks a finger right into my hole. Twisting it around a bit, she then takes it out and gives it to the blonde to suck on. While I try to watch this -- my face is absolutely full of the blonde?s cock -- I feel the head of a cock rub against my hole, and feel a bit of some wetness. Suddenly, without warning, I feel the entire length and girth of a girl cock inside of me. It makes Zeva?s feel small.

I look down as best I can with the blonde?s cock in my mouth and see this incredible sight: the black-haired girl plowing my ass, her huge girl cock having been released from her sheer black panties, and her beautiful tits swaying back and forth with her bra pulled down below them. Her nipples are poking straight out.

I am in girl cock heaven! My mouth is full of one cock, and my ass is full of another. The blonde pumps her delicious dick down my throat while the black-haired girl pounds me harder and harder. ?tienne was right: the more she fucks my ass, the better it feels. Whatever pain -- admittedly, pleasurable pain -- had been there before is now completely gone. I am a complete cock slut, ready for whatever Keliana has in store for me when I find her.

The black-haired girl begins to pant and moan, and the blonde says something to her in French. The black-haired girls nods her head. They both continue to work their cocks in and out of my two holes, until the blond suddenly speaks: ?Un, deux, trois.?

I know that much French. On three, the two girls begin to cum. My mouth fills up with a massive load of hot jizz, sweet and delicious. The blonde cums so much that I cannot keep up with it, and while I try to swallow some of her cum spills out of my mouth and runs down my chin. Meanwhile, the black-haired girl is pumping her own girl juice into my ass, filling me so much that when she finally pulls her cock out my ass spews her cum all over the bed. As this happens, she gently pushes the blonde out of the way and sticks her sticky member into my mouth. ?Clean!? she says, in English. I lick the rest of the cum off of her, tasting my own ass.

The three of us collapse on the bed, and I drift off to sleep, exhausted from so much sex. When I awake a little while later, the girls are gone. My newest Keliana magazine, the one from Japan, lies on the bed beside me. I pick it up and stare intently at the picture on the cover.

?Is this really all for you?? I ask the photograph. ?Will I really find you??

I swear a hear a voice in the room tell me that I will.

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I am supposed to be moving on to London, but ?tienne impresses on me that I must say until D?sir?e returns. He encourages me to phone home and tell my mother that I?ve figured out a way to stay longer in Europe without it costing me any additional money.

?Your additional expenses will be covered,? he explains. ?After all, you have provided me with some very good photos. I suggest, though, that you not explain all that.?

I agree, but I want to tell someone. My sister seems the obvious candidate. Much to my surprise, she is not shocked.

* * *

After two more days of great food, great sex, and hanging out pass, I begin to grow anxious about moving on and finding Keliana. ?All in good time,? ?tienne says. ?I think you shall be pleasantly surprised, very soon.?

The next day, as we sit with Zeva and enjoy a late lunch, D?sir?e suddenly rushes in, out of breath. She runs to ?tienne and speaks in French, and it is clear she is very distressed.

?tienne turns to me and says, ?Keliana is gone.? He explains that D?sir?e accompanied Keliana back to London for a few days, and that the plan was for both of them to return to Paris for a series of photo shoots. Apparently, they were separated briefly at Orly Airport when they returned from London.

?I turned around,? D?sir?e says, ?and she was gone.?

Zeva, who until now has been silent, now speaks. ?Suetsugu.?

?Yes?? ?tienne asks.

?I should have killed him,? says Zeva, ?rather than simply frightening him. We must find Keliana, quickly. I suspect they will try to take her to Japan.?

Zeva quickly draws up a plan of action, and everyone in the house is enlisted to help. We are each given a list of places to look in various parts of the city. Zeva also makes a phone call, and within 15 minutes several cars and drivers arrive. ?These,? she says, ?are my friends from the police force.? Each and every driver is an incredibly sexy woman, and I suspect they all have cocks.

My driver takes me to a working-class section of Paris that is well off the beaten path for tourists. We search at the places on my list. Inside an abandoned warehouse, I become separated from the driver. Suddenly, I hear voices speaking in what sounds like Japanese. I walk slowly toward the voices and peer through an open door. Three Japanese men sit at a table, laughing and playing cards. There is a woman tied to a post in the middle of a dimly lit room, but I cannot see her face. She is facing away from me. I can see her hands tied around the post and behind her back, and she appears to be working hard at undoing the ropes. Her clothes appear to be torn. I wonder if it could be Keliana.

As I begin to think about how I might get a better look, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I?ve been caught. I am dragged into the room and thrown down on the floor by the table. Just as I look up at the tied woman, I am blindfolded. I hear the woman scream at the men in Japanese. They laugh, and one of them picks me up from the floor and ties me to a post. I can?t see a thing, but I can hear them all leave the room, or at least become as quiet as mice.

The woman then speaks very softly. I can barely hear her, but she sounds just like the voice I heard at Notre-Dame de Paris. It must be Keliana. She is telling me to stay calm.

When the men return loudly, I hear Keliana suddenly mumbling. I imagine they have covered her mouth. Then I am untied. They take off my blindfold, and Keliana has a hood over her head.

?Take off everything, and put these on!? commands one of the men, speaking English that I can barely understand. He hands me a pile of clothes: a short black skirt, powder blue panties, a red silk blouse, a padded bra, white stockings, and a garter belt. He points to a red wig and black high heel shoes on the table.

When I hesitate, the English speaker grabs me by the ear and pulls me right to his mouth. ?Do what you are told,? he whispers, gruffly. ?We know what you like.?

Another of the men pulls aside his jacket to reveal a gun on his belt.

I quickly strip down and begin to put on the clothes. I begin with the panties, and when the smooth fabric hits my cock it begins to twitch. The padded bra makes me look like I have tits. I put on the silk blouse and the skirt, and one of the other men points at the table, reminding me about the other items. I sit down and pull the stockings up my legs, using the garter to hold them up. Then I step into the shoes. One of the men fits the wig on my head.

?Walk over there,? says the man who speaks English, pointing across the room. I do, and find myself looking into a mirror. Forgetting that I am on a mission to save Keliana, I feel my cock harden in the panties and I think, ?I would fuck you.?

The man with a gun comes up behind me and turns me around. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some lipstick, and holds my head still while he covers my lips in deep red. Then the English speaker says something to him in Japanese, and he pushes me down to the ground, on my knees. Opening the zipper of his pants, he pulls out his big, hard dick.

?Slut,? the English speaker says, ?you will do as you are told. Now suck.?

The cock is thrust into my mouth before I can respond. Obviously, I have sucked cocks before, but only girl cocks. I don?t want this one, and I moan as I feel the humiliation growing. I forget how much I like how I look in these girl clothes, and try to forget what is happening. The man takes my hands and puts them on his thighs, and the English speaker says, ?Pull him into you, slut.? The man with his dick in my mouth holds my head firmly and begins to pump into me, and I start to gag. I can?t breathe.

All of a sudden, one of the other men who has been watching comes over and lifts me off my knees, pushing aside the man whose cock has been in my mouth. He drags me to the table and bends me over, lifts my skirt, pulls the panties to one side, and thrusts his even bigger cock right into my ass, without warning.

He finally pulled out of my mouth. I slumped over to the side exhausted as he grabbed my and swung my body around so my head was hanging over the edge of the couch, and my legs were sticking straight up the back of it. He quickly knelt in front of my head and forced his meat back into my throat.

The English speaker cackles. ?Take it, you cunt.?

My ass is getting pounded and pummeled. Despite that this is against my will, there is pleasure accompanying the pain. I feel my body shiver as the giant dick inside my ass hits the spot that Zeva had found.

Just as I feel my body begin to go limp, the man fucking me pulls away from the table and sits on a chair, with me still impaled on his massive rod. I can see myself in the mirror from here. The man who had been face-fucking me comes over and sticks his dick right back into my mouth. My body tenses up again and I begin to notice the rhythm of balls slapping against my thighs and my chin at the same time. The man fucking my ass is incredibly deep, slamming into me.

The English speaker says, ?Now we have two bitches.? As he says it, I feel the two cocks in me simultaneously enlarge and begin to pulsate. I know the feeling. Soon they are going to cum in me. My cock hardens, and I reach down to stroke it. The man fucking my ass pulls my hand away and holds it so I cannot satisfy my urge.

Without warning, both cocks erupt. My ass fills with hot cum, and I feel it drip out of me all around the cock that is still deep inside my behind. My mouth is overwhelmed, too, and I try to swallow, but there is too much. Some of it dribbles down my chin and onto my chest.

After a moment, both men release me, and I am dragged back to the post. The girl clothes I?m wearing are disheveled, and I am barely able to stand. The ropes they tie me with actually help keep me from falling down.

The men leave the room, after blindfolding me again. Almost immediately, I feel a presence right next to me, and I hear Keliana?s voice. ?Let me untie you,? she says. Somehow, she has freed herself.

Keliana presses right up against me, but I am still blindfolded. She reaches around to work on the ropes, and I feel her tits against my chest. Her girl cock brushes against my stockinged leg. I am hard and need release. She kisses me as she works. ?My cum will taste better,? she says in my ear, ?because you will want it.?

As she tries to undo the knot, we hear footsteps and voices. ?They?re coming back,? I whisper. ?You should run. I will be okay.?

?No!?

?I insist,? I tell her. But before we can resolve the issue, the men return. They grab Keliana and tie her back up, again hooding her head. They untie me and sit me at the table. Mr. Suetsugu walks in. One of his arms is in a sling, and he is wearing sunglasses. I can see the outer edges of a dark bruise around one of his eyes. I imagine this is Zeva?s handiwork.

Suetsugu throws a magazine on the table -- another issue of CUMM International I haven?t seen. It features Keliana on the front and back covers. Then he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head so I am looking right at him. He glares at me menacingly, and then speaks.

?You?re beloved Keliana,? he says, in a mocking tone, ?will not tell us what we want to know. Perhaps you are more willing than her. We must learn how ?tienne achieves this level of pure eroticism in his photo shoots? What is the secret??

I look at Keliana, clothes tattered, head in a hood, and I know the answer. How could they not see it, instantly?

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Suetsugu barks at the guards, and all but one leaves the room. The one who remains steps over to Keliana and pulls off her hood. For the first time, in the light, our eyes meet. I am mesmerized, and I look for the words to say to her. Before I can utter a sound, she shakes her head. I understand. I shouldn?t say anything.

The guard unties Keliana and drags her to the middle of the room and grabs her arms, putting a set of handcuffs around her wrists in back of her. He leaves her on the floor and goes to a darkened corner of the room, returning in a moment with a heavy chain, which he drops next to Keliana. Then he takes a heavy metal collar from a small bag under the table and puts it around Keliana?s neck, attaching one end of the chain to the collar and dragging her to my feet. I am still tied to the post. She looks up at me and smiles, but I can see fear behind the smile.

As Keliana kneels in front of me, the guard takes the length of chain and brings it to the pole where Keliana had been tied. Measuring carefully, he wraps the chain round and locks it so that Keliana can move no further than where she already is, about a foot away from me. He looks to Suetsugu, who nods.

?You have been searching for her,? he says to me. ?If you want her, you will help us.?

He barks again in Japanese to the guard, who leaves the room. One of the other guards enters, with a small, black bag like a doctor might carry. He puts it down and takes a large knife off of his belt. I am still dressed like a girl, from the rape that I just experienced. He takes the knife and cuts the powder blue panties, coming dangerously close to my cock. They fall to the ground.

Suetsugu grunts something, and the guard checks my hands. They are tied firmly behind the pole. He then reaches into the bag and pulls out a device that I don?t recognize. Moving behind me, I feel him suddenly stick some of his fingers right into my ass. There?s still stickiness from the cum that was dumped into me a short
while ago, and I feel some liquid drip down my leg. Suddenly, I feel something other than fingers deep in my ass.

Suetsugu mutters something in Japanese, and the guard mutters something back. Then I feel whatever he put in my ass begin to vibrate. It is a butt plug, and it feels like it must be the strongest ever. Within a few moments, I feel it arousing me. The guard pushes against it and it goes in deeper. I feel wave after wave of anal orgasm, and my cock instantly springs to attention and begins to drip right onto the floor.

?This is their idea of torture,? I think to myself, suddenly forgetting where I am and giving myself over completely to the pleasure coursing through my entire being.

The pleasure continues for another minute, and then I realize that it is torture. The vibrating butt plug is driving me crazy, and my cock has never been harder. My balls, too, have an intense feeling, as if the will literally burst through the skin. I can feel cum moving slowly into the shaft of my cock, but beyond the continued dripping of precum I get no relief. I cannot take it much longer.

Suetsugu speaks. ?Perhaps you would like your darling Keliana to relieve the pressure??

I find it hard to believe that this is okay with my captor, but I thrust my body forward as much as possible, and put my dick within a couple of inches of Keliana?s mouth. As I do, the guard pulls out a syringe from the black bag and thrusts the needle into Keliana?s backside. Instantly, her eyes become wild with lust, and she begins to strain like a captured animal to get to my cock. The way she is chained, though, makes it impossible. As she rises off her knees to get closer, the chain pulls at her neck and snaps her back. And each time she gets close to my cock with her beautiful mouth, my cock seems to spasm as if I am going to cum, but only precum drips out. Meanwhile, the plug in my ass vibrates with even greater ferocity.

This continues for a few minutes, but it seems like hours. This is torture. I have a massive load to give my beloved Keliana, who clearly wants my cum. But we cannot reach each other. Suetsugu howls with laughter.

And then I black out.

* * *

When I come to, I am in another room, thrown on the floor, and still partially dressed like a girl. Keliana is nowhere to be seen. The plug in my ass remains, and continues to vibrate, but not with the same intensity. My cock is covered with precum, but my hands are tied behind my back. I need relief.

I suddenly realize that Suetsugu is there, too. He sits on a chair across the room from me.

?We have questions that must be answered,? he snarls at me. ?You will answer them, or Keliana will answer them. But they will be answered.?

I look at him and wonder what is next for me. Then the door opens, and one of the guards comes in and hands him something. The guard then comes over to me and unties my hands.

?Here,? says Suetsugu, throwing a magazine to the floor next to me. ?Take care of yourself. We will be back for you soon.?

They both leave, locking the door. I pick up ?Lui? and see Keliana?s exquisite ass. I nearly tear the magazine apart finding her spread, and I stroke my cock as quickly as possible. It takes only a few seconds, and I spew my hot cum all over her pictures. As I feel the combination of pleasure and physical relief, I begin to worry. What has happened to my darling?

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The answer to my question of what has become of Keliana is answered soon enough. Less than an hour goes by before one of the guards flings open the door and throws a pair of pants and a t-shirt in at me. Gesturing that I should change my clothes, I take off the tattered girl clothes from my rape and put on what he gave me. He watches until I?m done, and shuts the door.

A few minutes later, Suetsugu appears. ?Have you decided to talk?? he asks me.

I stare at him, blankly.

?What is the secret?!? he says, his voice rising in volume.

I continue to stare. He picks up the ?Lui? magazine at one corner, careful not to get my cum on his hand. Grabbing me by the hair, he puts my face right up against a picture of Keliana. ?How does she make you cum so much?!? He is practically screaming in a fit of rage.

I whimper an answer. ?Look at her.?

?Yes,? he says, mockingly. ?She is sexy. She is beautiful. But what is it that we have not been able to replicate with other models??

I shrug my shoulders. I know the answer, but it cannot be put into words.

He leaves, slamming the door behind him. Hours go by, during which I do not hear a sound. I am getting hungry.

* *

When the door finally opens, Suetsugu is accompanied by a Paris policewoman. I know that his syndicate is in cahoots with the local magazine distribution cartel that uses the policewomen as their ?muscle,? so I am not surprised to see this one. Her cap is pulled low over her face. Suetsugu points to me and she comes over and grabs my arm, dragging me into the hallway. As the three of us walk to another room, I feel her grip on my arm loosen a big, and she gently rubs her thumb against my bare skin. I look at her out of the corner of my eye, and I notice that she is smiling.

We enter a small room with a table and two chairs. Suetsugu sits in one and motions to the policewoman to put me in the other. She pushes me down in the seat and handcuffs me to the armrests. Then she goes around and stands behind the seated Suetsugu.

?I am growing close to the limit of my patience,? Suetsugu says to me. ?I want the details of ?tienne?s method. When he shoots Keliana, what does he say? What lenses does he use? How does he determine the scenes??

I look at him and notice the policewoman behind him is shaking her head from side to side and has one finger over her lips.

?Well?? Suetsugu yells, pounding his fist on the table.

The policewoman, as if on cue, grabs him by the hair and pounds his head down onto the table. He goes unconscious. She takes off her cap and smiles at me. It is the driver who brought me to this place. She speaks very little English, but she tells me everything will be okay. She uncuffs me and cuffs Suetsugu to his chair, and gags his mouth with a cloth from her pocket. We run out of the room and down the hall.

?Keliana?? I ask, wondering whether she, too, has been rescued.

?She is gone,? says the policewoman. ?We will find here.?

We escape to her waiting car and drive to ?tienne?s.

* * *

The house is abuzz. D?sir?e greets me with a hug and a deep kiss when I come in. ?I have been so worried,? she says, whispering in my ear. ?And I missed your touch while I was in London.?

Her mention of London immediately makes me think of Keliana, and I break away from her and rush to ?tienne. ?What is the news of Keliana?? I ask.

?Zeva has organized another search,? he tells me. ?She knows this city better than anyone, and if Keliana is here, Zeva will find her.?

D?sir?e comes over and grabs my hand. ?Come with me and relax,? she says, smiling. ?Let the others search.?

* *

Several hours later, I wake up in D?sir?e?s bed. I must have fallen asleep immediately, because I remember nothing. D?sir?e sits in a chair by the window.

?Do you feel better now?? she asks me.

I nod yes, and she smiles. Then she opens the door and steps into the hall, returning with the driver who brought me back to the house.

?This is V?ronique. Is it okay with you if she plays with us??

Before I can answer, V?ronique unbuttons her uniform blouse and pulls down her policewoman skirt. Her tits are firm and ripe, straining through a sheer white bra. Her nipples are pointing so far out that it looks as if the material will rip. Her sheer panties sheath a massive bulge, which she rubs with one hand as she sticks one finger of the other between her pouty lips. With a flick of her head, she flings her cap off and shakes out her long, black hair. She is drop-dead sexy.

D?sir?e drops to her knees in front of V?ronique and takes out the policewoman?s cock, swallowing its full 9 inches down her throat in one gulp. V?ronique moans lustily and pulls one of D?sir?e?s hands up to her breast. D?sir?e pulls the bra to the side and takes the nipple between her fingers, making it point out even more. With the other hand, D?sir?e gestures to me. I join them, sucking hungrily on V?ronique?s other tit as V?ronique rubs my cock through my pants.

V?ronique says, in her minimal English, ?The bed.?

We make our way to D?sir?e?s bed, and the three of us get completely naked. D?sir?e looks as beautiful as ever, with her red hair cascading over her smooth shoulders, her pouty tits ripe and ready, and her sweet cock fully erect. V?ronique looks like the epitome of a fucking machine. She is completely feminine but still exudes a look of strength. She says something to D?sir?e, who nods and lies down on her back, with her cock sticking straight up. D?sir?e tells me to suck her, and I position myself on all fours and take her cock in my mouth. As I get into a rhythm of sucking her, I suddenly feel V?ronique?s cock in my ass, all the way and in one thrust. I let out a scream of pleasure. I?ve been in this situation before.

V?ronique fucks me steadily but not wildly, pushing her cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Meanwhile, D?sir?e holds onto the base of her cock and jerks herself into my mouth. I love the feeling as my lips go up and down her shaft, hitting her fingers clenched around herself. I can tell from her moaning that the combination of my mouth and her hand are giving her tremendous pleasure.

This continues for a few minutes, and then V?ronique gives D?sir?e another command. Without saying a word, D?sir?e maneuvers the three of us into a completely new configuration. She lies with her head at the foot of the bed, and curls her behind up to meet my cock, coaxing me into her asspussy. V?ronique begins to fuck me again in my ass, while D?sir?e?s cock finds its way into V?ronique?s mouth.

This is unbelievable! We fuck each other?s various holes in a sensual rhythm that allows each of us to feel exactly where the others are along the spectrum of getting to orgasm. At least, I feel that way. I assume the others do, too. And just as I begin to think that there are still some holes to be filled in our threesome, in walk two other policewomen, uniforms unbuttoned and unzipped and fully erect. A blonde comes to one side of the bed and teases her cock into D?sir?e?s mouth. A brunette comes to the other side of the bed and puts her cock in my mouth.

A few more minutes go by. The ecstasy is building. Suddenly, I hear ?tienne?s voice shout, ?Cum!? On command, all four of the girls begin to spew. I feel V?ronique?s massive hardon in my ass pumping hot splooge deep into me. The brunette?s cum goes down my throat at the same time. D?sir?e smiles as her mouth fills with hot jizz from the blonde. I can feel D?sir?e spasming into V?ronique?s mouth; after all, my cock is nearly touching her from the inside.

D?sir?e releases her mouth from the blonde and speaks, hot cum dripping from her tongue. ?And you?? she says, smiling at me.

With that, I cum in buckets deep into D?sir?e?s delicious asspussy. And we all collapse in a heap.

?tienne steps out from behind a false wall. He has been taking pictures all along, through peepholes.

?You get better and better, my young friend,? he says to me. ?You deserve a reward.?

?Keliana?? I ask, and then I realize that all of this has taken place while she is missing.

?Yes, Zeva is on her trail.? ?tienne smiles. ?For now, your reward must be this.?

He hands me a new magazine. ?Teenager No. 5? shows Keliana displaying her magnificent derri?re to a man sitting on a park bench.

?Remember the importance of the park in your quest for Keliana,? says ?tienne. "I did not take these photos. Perhaps you will see what is different in my work. But you must never tell Suetsugu what you see." Then he smiles, motions to the girls, and everyone leaves but D?sir?e. She climbs up on the bed to snuggle with me. I put the magazine aside for later, and we fall asleep, twisted together in post-coital satisfaction.

to be continued ...

[randolph]

Yes she is sooo hot and your series is also great stuff. Keep it HARD!

[smc]

the story, continued ?

D?sir?e and I wake up with a start. There is a lot of noise outside in the hallway and outside in the courtyard. She jumps out of bed and puts on a sheer, lilac-colored robe. I can see every inch of her beauty through the material, and her body seems to be beckoning me. ?Come here and let me suck that beautiful cock, baby,? I say, reaching out to grab her. But she shrugs me off.

?Perhaps there is news of Keliana,? she says, and scurries out.

I get up and quickly throw on some pants and a shirt. Walking barefoot down the hall and out into the courtyard, I come upon a hubbub of activity. Zeva and some of her policewomen are huddled together, and they seem to be arguing with another group that includes ?tienne and D?sir?e and several of the girls I?ve seen and been with in the past few days. D?sir?e, seeing me, beckons me to her group.

?What?s going on?? I ask.

She explains that one of Zeva?s operatives rescued Keliana overnight, in Marseilles, where some of Suetsugu?s men were about to take her away on a boat. Suetsugu, it seems, is being held here at ?tienne?s, and the argument is over what to do with him. It is a ferocious argument, all in French.

D?sir?e gives me the highlights. Zeva wants to cut out Suetsugu?s tongue and chop off his dick and send it to the head of the magazine syndicate in Paris with which he?s in cahoots. Some of the other policewomen want to kill him and dump him in the Seine. ?tienne?s assistant suggests that he should be held for ransom, which should be the syndicate?s complete business and all of Suetsugu?s business back in Japan.

Just as the yelling and arguing becomes so loud that it seems the building will collapse, ?tienne puts up his hand to silence the throng. Then he speaks, and D?sir?e translates for me.

?This,? he says, ?must ultimately be Keliana?s decision.?

?But it is your work he has gone after,? argues Zeva.

?My work,? says ?tienne, ?is nothing without Keliana.?

That seems to settle it. The din subsides, and Zeva announces that she will take Suetsugu to another secure location to await the verdict. ?tienne reminds her not to harm him.?

?Can we fuck him until he bleeds from all his holes?? she asks, mockingly, in English, and winks at me.

?tienne nods his head and speaks quietly. ?Who am I to deny girls their fun??

* * *

It turns out that it is now up to me obtain Keliana?s verdict. This is decided at a small meeting of Zeva, D?sir?e, ?tienne, and a few others, at which I learn that Keliana is flying from Marseilles back to London to avoid any problems here in Paris.

?I suppose it is time,? says ?tienne, turning to me. ?Your destiny awaits in London. You will be our messenger.?

Arrangements are made for me to take a flight in the evening. This gives me several hours of time just to wait. D?sir?e asks me to spend it with her.

?We may never see each other again,? she says. ?I know you are for Keliana. Please let me show you how I feel.?

?tienne comes over and assures me there will be no cameras, and I agree to meet D?sir?e in 10 minutes in my room.

At the appointed time, there is a knock at the door. ?Come in,? I say, but no one enters. So I go to the door and open it. D?sir?e stands there in a long, sheer white robe. Underneath I can see black lingerie. Her bulge is instantly noticeable.

?Are you glad to see me?? she asks, and kisses me on the cheek. When I don?t answer immediately, she seems to pout. That only makes her more desirable. I nod my head yes. She pushes past me into my room and turns around, letting her sheer robe drop to the floor. I grab her and hold her, and our lips lock in a deep, passionate kiss. D?sir?e begins to grind herself against me, and I can feel her hard cock through the lingerie. My own cock feels as if it will bust out of my pants.

She moves back and slowly runs her hand down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and then running her hand across the bare skin of my stomach. As she goes lower, she rests her hand gently on my cock, straining for release from my clothes. ?This is for me?? she asks.

?Yes,? I say.

?For me only?? she asks.

When I don?t answer, she revises her question.

?For me only, right now??

I nod affirmatively. She tells me to go into the bathroom and take a shower, quickly, and come back to her. Burning with desire, I turn and go do as I am told.

When I return, with only a towel wrapped around my torso, the room is dark except for the soft glow of some candles D?sir?e has lit. Somehow, although it is afternoon, she has managed to create the illusion of nighttime. And there she is, in her sexy lingerie, sitting on the bed. Her red hair glistens in the candlelight.

?I want you to make love to me,? she purrs. ?I want to feel just like a woman with you.?

?You are all woman,? I say, as I take her in my arms gently lay her down. ?I want you.?

With that, she smiles, turns over, and spreads her legs. I bury myself in the crack of her behind, and my tongue finds its way into her asspussy. It is soft and sweet, and she begins to grind slowly back against my tongue, which makes it go deeper into her hole. I reach a nipple with one hand and use the other to stroker her growing cock-clitty, which begins to ooze at my touch. I cannot help myself, and taste the first drops of her girl juice.

?Mon dieu,? she whispers, softly, as her cock oozes more and more. ?I want you inside of me, my darling.?

I climb slowly up the length of her body and kiss her gently. ?I want to be inside of you, my darling,? I say, and with that I turn her over so she is facing me. She spreads her legs again and slide my hard cock right into her hole. She gasps and moans as she locks her legs around me and pulls me deep inside of her asspussy.

A very long time goes by. It seems to me that we have been fucking -- no, making love -- for a good hour, during which time D?sir?e cums three times: twice in her asspussy and once right from her girl cock, shooting all over my chest with my cock thrusting into her. The entire rest of the time, we are either kissing or looking deep into each other?s eyes. I realize that were it not for Keliana, I would be with D?sir?e forever. And then I feel selfish for thinking that while my cock is in D?sir?e, and I try to perish the thought.

As if sensing that I have drifted elsewhere, D?sir?e suddenly tightens her muscles and seems to pull my cock deeper into her than ever before. I feel as if I must be splitting her insides, but she only moans with pleasure and kisses me passionately, and sloppily. I can barely move my cock in and out of her, instead relying on the contracting of her asspussy to do the fucking.

?Will you fill me completely, darling?? D?sir?e asks. ?I want every drop of you inside of me.?

With that, she contracts her muscles once more and then seems to push me partially out of her. Taking a deep breath, she pulls me in again. She repeats this process quickly, a few times over a half a minute or so. And then I begin to cum, seemingly without warning. I don?t even cum in waves, but in one steady stream that seems to go on for a full minute. There is so much cum spewing from my cock that I can feel it not so much oozing out around the sides of me, embedded in D?sir?e, as actually spraying out the sides. She is moaning and grunting like an animal. ?More, more, more!? she cries, and I continue to fill her.

At the moment my cock stops spurting, D?sir?e quickly pushes me out of her, flips around, and plants her mouth on my rock hardness. As she sucks and I begin to cum again, she puts her hole right over my mouth and shoots a huge stream of my own jizz right down my throat. I cum in her mouth the same way I came in her asspussy.

When it is all over, she kisses me and we drink the cum from our mouths. It covers our tongues and our lips. It drips out onto my neck and her lovely tits.

And then we fall asleep.

* *

A while later, we awake. ?tienne and Zeva are standing over the bed.

?It is time to get ready for your flight,? says ?tienne. ?Zeva will accompany you to the airport.?

* *

At the airport, Zeva hands me a small package.

?Open it,? she says.

I look inside and there is a new issue of ?CUMM International.? Keliana is on the cover, but Zeva assures me that I will also find D?sir?e inside.

?She wants you to fuck her up against the wall, also,? says Zeva, a reference to the text on the cover. ?You are lucky. Two girls like that ?? Her voice trails off as my flight is called. I hug her goodbye and head down the jetway to the plane.

to be continued ...

[smc]

the story, continued ?

?tienne has arranged a First Class ticket, which seems a waste given that the flight from Paris to London is only about an hour. Nevertheless, I take my seat in the First Class section, next to the window. After everyone boards the plane and the door is closed, it appears that I have an empty seat beside me.

There is a delay before we head out to the runway, but that doesn?t deter the stewardess assigned to First Class to serve me and the two other passengers who sit on the other side of the aisle and one row ahead of mine. She offers me a drink. I hesitate as I decide what to order, and she says, in her cute English accent, ?Allow me.? Then she walks away.

A moment later, she returns with a small bottle of Scotch and a glass. She opens the bottle, pours a bit into the glass, and takes a sip herself. Then she leans over from the aisle and places the bottle and glass on my table. I am immediately drawn to the exquisite view of her tits, which are visible almost to the nipples in her low-cut uniform, and I am quite aware that she smells like a wonderful mix of lilacs and musk. I find myself aroused, and I?m surprised since she?s not really my ?type.? As my mind begins to wander into fantasyland, she gently turns my head towards her with one hand and says, ?You?ll like this scotch. Here, taste.? And she kisses me, thrusting her tongue right into my mouth.

I squirm in my seat, surprised and wondering what the other passengers must think. She giggles quietly, presses her tits against my shoulder, stands up, and walks to the back of the plane. My cock is so hard that I can barely fit under the drop-down table.

A few minutes later, she is back. She leans back down to me and whispers in my ear. ??tienne takes this flight often. He called me and told me to look after you.? Then she reaches under the table, nearly spilling the Scotch, and runs her hand along the length of my rigid dick. I shudder a bit, in pleasure. She smiles and walks away again.

The pilot announces that we will be taking off shortly, and asks the stewardesses to complete their pre-flight business. My stewardess does her safety demonstration and then checks on the couple behind me. When she comes to my row again, she has some magazines, and asks me if there?s anything in particular I?d like. I see the typical newsmagazines and some French fashion magazines, and shake my head. She reaches into the pile and pulls one out anyway, and lays it on the seat next to me. ?I think you?ll want this one,? she says, in a knowing tone. ?You know, our magazines are yours to take.?

The magazine is ?Frolic,? on the cover of which stands Keliana, in a red one-piece bathing suit. She watches my face as I pick up the magazine, giggles again, and goes to the front of the plane to strap herself in on the jumpseat.

The moment we are airborne, the stewardess gets up and checks on the people in the row behind me. Then, when we reach our cruising altitude, she comes to my row again and leans in. Grabbing my hand, she says, ?Quick. Come with me.?

I follow her as she pulls me into the lavatory. A First Class lavatory is larger than the ones I had seen when flying coach, and we both fit a little better than I would have thought. Still, though, we are pressed against each other. My cock is still rock-hard from her earlier touch, her smell, and just the thought of what those exquisite tits must look like naked. She giggles and grabs my dick, squeezing hard through my pants. Then she sits up on the sink and says, ?Do you want to see my pussy??

I?m not really a pussy-lover, as I?ve come to learn, but I?m tremendously aroused and very attracted to her. I nod my head in the affirmative. She pulls up her uniform skirt and quickly pulls her panties aside. I can see that she has a cock, well tucked. Inside my pants, I feel cum begin to drip from my swollen cock.

??tienne is no fool,? she says. ?Quickly. This is a short flight. I would like you to taste my pussy.?

I touch her cock and it spring to attention, immediately. Taking it in my mouth, I suck it deep into my mouth. Within only a minute or two, I can feel the deep quivering that I?ve come to expect in a cock that is ready to erupt. I stock sucking and look up.

?I have learned to be fast on this flight,? she says, giggling again. Please don?t stop.?

I take her back in my mouth and stroke her delicious cock with my hand while I suckle the tip and use my tongue on the hole. She moans, grunts, and shoots a load of sweet cum into my mouth. Then she reaches down, takes her cock in her own hand, and rubs the last of her cum around my lips. Standing up, she grabs me and kisses me, lapping up her own cum. I can feel her smile in our kiss.

?Do you want to become a full member of the Mile High Club?? she asks. ?Quickly!?

With that, she undoes my zipper, pulls my pants down, and pushes me down on the closed toilet. As I sit, she straddles me and plants her ass right on my cock. I am in as far as possible. She puts her hands on the walls and uses the leverage to lift herself up and down on my cock. We are facing each other.

?I want your tits,? I say, the first words I have spoken to her. She takes her hands off the wall and carefully unbuttons her blouse and pulls her tits out from her bra.

?Suck them while you fuck me,? she commands.

I work my way back and forth between her incredible nipples while she goes back to riding my cock like a cowgirl. ?You need to cum soon,? she says. ?Fill me up, baby.?

I look into her eyes and she smiles and kisses me. That?s all it takes. I begin to spasm and my cock shoots three big bursts of hot jizz deep into her. She sticks her tongue in my ear as I feel the orgasm subside and then feel my cum dripping down onto my legs from her ass.

Suddenly, she jumps right off of me and bends over, rubbing her tits on my cock and using them to clean up the cum on my legs. She makes sure that her nipples are wet with my hot cum, and then she quickly fixes her uniform, kisses me on the cheek, and leaves the lavatory.

I take a moment to collect myself and clean up. When I return to my seat, she is all business, although she winks at me several times. The captain eventually announces that we will be starting our descent into Heathrow, and she comes over to make sure my seatbelt is tight around my waste. As she squeezes my cock again through my pants, I can see her tits and smell sex on her. I nearly shoot another load.

* * *

Upon landing, the stewardess comes over and reminds me to take my newest Keliana magazine. As we taxi to the gate, I ask her if she knows what I do next.

?Disembark the airplane, silly,? she says, giggling and squeezing my shoulder.

?No, I mean where I go. Is someone meeting me??

?I don?t know, hun,? she says. ??tienne only asked me to make sure you enjoyed your flight. You did, didn?t you??

?Oh, yeah.?

We reach the gate and, as I leave the plane, she gives me a peck on the cheek. The other couple in First Class see that and look quite bewildered. As I step into the jetway, I hear her say, ?He?s my cousin.?

I walk towards the terminal, wondering what awaits me in the airport and in London. The only thing I know for sure is that I must finally be with Keliana. I clutch the magazine, anxious to look through it and put it where it rightfully belongs, in my growing collection.

to be continued ...