Vintage Keliana (with story)

[mcginlay]

some of those mag cover mock-ups are great, particularly Baby Dolls and LWAD

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In a second, the footsteps become a rumble. As the door to the men’s lavatory is thrown open, I furiously try to stuff my hard cock away. It is not an easy task. Keliana has me so aroused that I can barely fit my cock back into my pants, and the continual dripping is making it so lubricated that I am having a tough time getting a good enough grip. Before I can hide what Keliana has done, the door to the stall flings open. The man from the front desk glares at me. There are a dozen or so hostel guests behind him, all trying to get a look.

“What is going on in here?” the desk clerk asks, yelling at me in heavily accented English.

Just as I begin to compose an answer, I hear the loud voice of a woman shouting above the din of all the onlookers. She is speaking French. Whatever she’s saying, the entire room becomes quiet. Suddenly, there she is, pushing the desk clerk aside and staring in at me sitting on the closed toilet seat. It is a policewoman. She beings to ask me what I can tell are questions, from her tone, but I don’t understand a word she is saying.

One of the other guests, a young woman, steps forward. She says something quietly to the policewoman, and then turns to me and says, “She wants to know what happened that made you scream.”

“Who called the police?” I reply.

“I think you should answer her,” the young woman says.

The policewoman turns to the young woman and speaks. From the little French I understand, I assume that she’s asking for translation.

“You should answer,” the young woman says, again. The policewoman glares at me, with a stern look.

“I don’t know what to say.” I can’t think of any response.

The policewoman steps into the stall and grabs my arm to lift me from my sitting position. My cock, which has softened, dangles from the top of my pants, which I haven’t finished pulling up. She grabs my cock and stuffs it into my pants with one hand, and then gestures to me to close the zipper and buckle my belt. I do as I am told. Then she bends down and picks up the “Chic” magazine with Keliana on the cover. It’s open to the photo spread, and there is cum on one of the pages. In fact, I’m beginning to notice the cum I’ve sprayed everywhere.

She says something to the young woman, who turns to me and says, ““She was on her patrol, walking by the building, and heard you. She wants to know if this is why you screamed.”

I look right into the policewoman’s eyes. Beyond her stern look, I sense a tiny bit of a smile. I nod my head “yes.”

The policewoman again turns to the young woman, who then says to me, “You must go with her.” The policewoman then grabs my arm and pulls me out of the stall, through the crowd of guests, down the hall, down the stairs, and into the lobby of the hostel. She says something to the young woman, who shakes her head “no” and begins to go up the stairs. The policewoman shouts at her, and she stops dead in her tracks, then turns around and comes back down the stairs. They converse for a moment, the young woman runs up the stairs, and comes back dressed instead of in her pajamas. The three of us leave the hostel amidst a din or murmuring among the other guests.

Once out on the street, we walk for a few blocks and arrive at a police car. The young woman does all the speaking after being told what to say. “I have been commandeered to translate, I suppose until we get to the police station. She says to get in the front next to her.” I do. The young woman gets in the back.

“What’s your name,” I ask the young woman. As she answers, “Monique,” the policewoman turns to me and puts her finger over my lips.

“Shhhhhh,” she says.

We drive a short distance until I see the light of a police station ahead. But as we approach, the policewoman speeds up and goes right past. Monique begins to speak, hurriedly and with a tone of concern. I can tell she doesn’t like what the policewoman is saying back to her

“What’s going on?” I ask.

The policewoman says, “Shhhhhh.” And then she slaps my face lightly.

* *

After a bit more driving, we arrive at a small house. It seems to me as if we are no longer in the city. Perhaps it is a suburb. We pull into a small driveway, and the policewoman and Monique get out. The policewoman comes to my side of the car, opens the door, and grabs my arm, dragging me to the front door. She unlocks it, drags me in, and throws me down into an easy chair in front of a small coffee table. She says something to Monique, and heads down the hallway.

“She says that we had better stay still, if we are smart,” says Monique, who then sits down.

Waiting for whatever is going to come next, my eyes begin to wander around the small room. I guess it’s the living room. The table has some magazines on it, and I begin to look through the pile. Underneath two issues of “Paris Match,” I come across two more “Chic” magazines. On the cover of one, I see a shapely woman with long, dark hair from behind. She is walking onto the deck of a house or apartment, and there is a body of water in the background. On the cover of the other, what appears to be the same woman appears, with her succulent behind exposed under a red dress that has been lifted to the waist. Then I see the text on the cover of the second magazine: “Keliana in that Red Hot Dress.” They are both Keliana.

Monique is sitting quietly, clearly nervous. The policewoman is still somewhere down the hall. Fearful of what is coming next, I take a chance at escaping. As quickly as I can, I rush to the front door and open it. Just as I am about to run out into the darkness, my way is blocked by yet another policewoman. She grabs me and drags me back into the room, throwing me down into the chair. Then, in what seems to be a single motion, she pulls off her policewoman’s uniform. A massive cock sticks straight out into my face. It is even larger than Teodora’s.

She shouts something in French, and turns to Monique.

“She says to suck her,” says Monique, “or else.”

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Before I can say a word of protest, the second policewoman rams her gigantic cock between my lips, into my mouth, and what feels like halfway down my throat. I gag and feel as if I will pass out. But before that happens, after only five deep thrusts of her massive tool, she begins to shoot cum into me. I feel it welling in my stomach. Then she grabs hold of her dick, pulls it out, and shoots more jizz all over my face. Then she grabs my arm, drags me over to Monique, and shouts something. I don?t know what she?s saying, but Monique begins to lick the cum from my face.

The second policewoman laughs and says, in rough English, ?Welcome to Paris.?

Then, the first policewoman reappears, dressed in a powder blue babydoll, her tits and cock visible through the sheer material. Her cock isn?t as big as her friend?s, but is fully erect and delicious looking. She wears her policewoman cap and holds a big dildo and some handcuffs. She says something in French, and Monique begins to undress me.

Meanwhile, the second policewoman makes a space on the table, takes the dildo, and -- using the suction cup I now notice near the balls -- attaches it firmly, sticking straight up. When I am fully naked, she grabs me and bends me over, rubbing her cock right against my ass and dripping some of the remnants of her enormous cumload right on my hole. Using her tongue, she then swirls around around a combination of cum and saliva and pushes into me. Satisfied that I am ready, she drags me to the table and, with one swift motion, pushes me down on the dildo, which goes deep into my ass so quickly that I yelp. She gently slaps my sticky face.

The dildo feels much deeper than the one I used at home, perhaps because I?m sitting on it. The first policewoman comes over and pulls my arms behind my back, handcuffing my wrists together. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Monique stealthily making her way to the door and running away. I am left alone with the two policewomen.

My hands now firmly shackled behind my back, the first policewoman stands on the table and dangles her cock in front of my face. Her friend kneels in front of the table and takes my cock in her surprisingly soft hand and strokes. I am nearly instantly rock hard. She then lowers her mouth onto my cock and, grabbing my waist, at the same time as she sucks me she lifts my entire body off part of the dildo in my ass. I can?t believe her strength. She?s literally lifting me up and down to fuck me with the dildo. I moan in absolute pleasure at being fucked and sucked simultaneously.

That seems to be signal. The first policewoman, her cock now as hard as mine, is positioned perfectly, and as her friend lifts me up and down on the dildo, my mouth hits the tip of her erection. She doesn?t have to tell me to open my mouth. This feels incredible, and I want more.

I feel like part of a perfectly constructed perpetual motion sex machine. One woman keeps her mouth on my cock, sucking me up and down as she lifts me off the dildo, which is fucking my ass better than it?s ever been fucked, and manages to use my mouth so that the other woman is face-fucking me. The rhythm is ideal, like the best music I?ve ever heard.

I hungrily suck, hardly even cognizant of the fact that I am a prisoner and, in essence, being raped. I don?t care. I take that cock with great enthusiasm. I look up at the first policewoman, and she is smiling at me. If my mouth wasn?t full of her cock, which now seems to be growing even larger, I would smile back.

The first policewoman rips off the top of her babydoll and begins to play with her tits. I want to suck them, but I?m busy. Meanwhile. my ass is being plundered by the dildo, and my dick is filling with cum. I wonder how long I can keep from spewing it into the second policewoman?s mouth. Almost as if on cue, she takes one hand from my waist -- miraculously managing to continue working my entire body up and down, with superhuman strength -- and tightly grasps the bottom of my shaft to keep me from cumming.

As the cock keeps growing in my mouth, I begin to feel the first policewoman?s balls bumping against my chin. They are so smooth and warm, and I really want to lick them. But these women definitely have a plan. Suddenly, the first policewoman moans deeply and begins to wave her left hand. It?s obviously a signal, because at the precise moment that the cock in my mouth begins to shoot a huge load directly down my throat, the second policewoman release her hand from the base of my shaft and I begin to shoot a huge load directly into her mouth. I look down and she looks up, as cum drips from her lips, which are still firmly around my hard dick. The first policewoman and I keep cumming and cumming, until I nearly pass out.

Both of us who have just cum are exhausted from our orgasms, but the second policewoman doesn?t care. The first policewoman climbs down from the table, rearranges her babydoll, and sits on the couch, stroking her softening cock beneath the sheer material. The second policewoman lifts me off the dildo, yanks it off the table -- it makes a funny sound as the suction releases -- and rams it straight into my mouth.

?Suck!? she yells. I taste my ass for a minute or so, and she pulls the dildo from my mouth and throws it in a corner of the room. ?Good!? she says, smiling broadly.

I notice that she is rock hard, just like when she forced me to suck her, and I am again overwhelmed by the size of her dick. The more I stare at it, the larger it becomes. I estimate that it is easily half-again as large as Teodora?s, previously the biggest I?d ever seen in real life or a magazine.

The second policewoman comes around behind me and undoes the handcuffs. She drags me to the chair and sits me down. She then goes to the couch and kisses her friend in the babydoll. Positioning her on all fours, she gets behind her and thrusts her humongous dick right into her ass in one motion. The first policewoman screams in utter ecstasy, and begins to moan loudly as she is fucked harder and harder. The second policewoman, just before she is lost to her own ecstasy, turns to me and says, again in barely understandable English, ?You are next.?

?No!? I think to myself. ?No! I am saving that for Keliana.?

The pounding continues, and within minutes the second policewoman is lost in her own utter ecstasy. Even though she occasionally turns my way, I notice that her eyes seem to have gone back in her head. I sense my chance. Grabbing my shirt and pants from the floor where Monique dumped them, I make my way to the door and leave. I am at the end of the short driveway when I remember I?ve forgotten two things.

Quietly, I make my way back into the house. The two policewoman are lost to their lust, one screaming and the other grunting like a wild animal. I grab the first thing: my shoes. I quickly scan the floor for the other thing: the two ?Chic? magazines I found earlier, with Keliana on the cover. They are in a pile from when the table was cleared for my ass-plundering. I grab them and head back out the door.

* *

I am very lucky. I wander around this suburb most of the rest of the night, but eventually find a Metro station and take the train back to Paris. I find my way back to the hostel and wonder whether I need to sneak in. Deciding to confront the situation head on, I go right to the front desk and tell the clerk that I was released by the police. It is not the same person as the night before, but he is familiar with the situation -- and he speaks perfect English. He admonishes me to have no more disturbances. I nod in assent, and head upstairs, wondering if Monique returned. I suspect she would high-tail it as far away from here as possible.

When I am halfway up the stairs, I hear him call my name. I stop, and he brings me a small package.

?This came for you earlier this morning,? he says.

I hold in my hand a small package, wrapped in brown paper and with a string tied around it. The sender is is a familiar name, but I can?t quite place it. The address is somewhere in London. I wonder how anyone other than my mother, sister, and aunts and uncles know when I will be where in Europe. When I get to the room, there are a few people just getting ready to leave. I wait for them, and collapse on the bed, exhausted by the thorough fucking I have just experienced. But I want to know what is in the package.

Ripping open the paper, I pull out a small envelope. The rest of whatever is in the package is wrapped again. In the envelope is a handwritten note that reads as follows:

?My young friend -- I have returned home for a visit and, by chance -- the only way -- seen someone special. I told her about you, and she hopes that you, too, will chance upon her. Remember my suggestions, and enjoy this gift from her.?

I unwrap the remainder, and find three brand-new magazines with Keliana on the cover. They are ?CUMM International,? a magazine I have never seen. She looks stunning in a bathing suit on two of them, and in a sexy, red dress on the other. As I open the first magazine, another note slips out onto the floor. As I bend to pick it up, I smell perfume. It reads:

?I am the cover girl for a new magazine. These have not yet arrived in Europe. You are the first to see them here, other than me. I hope you enjoy them as much as I hear you are enjoying my other photographs. Find me in London.?

The note is signed ?Your Keliana.?

I am in shock. I bring the note to my nose to take in the full fragrance of the perfume. Perhaps my mind is playing ticks on me, but I swear there is also a faint smell of sex. Or maybe that?s all over me.

Suddenly, I realize where I know the name from the outer wrapper. It?s the old gentleman from the adult bookstore, back home.

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A note from Keliana! “Find me in London,” she wrote. The old gentleman from the bookstore back home is clearly on my side.

My mind is racing. I don’t know what to do next. Should I leave Paris immediately and head for London? Should I stay here in case some clues might arrive. As the thoughts course through my head, and the scent of Keliana’s perfume lingers, I find myself rushing downstairs to the hostel lobby, where there is a public telephone.

So far, my only communication with home has been through postcards, but now I get instructions from the desk clerk, purchase the necessary phone card, and make my call. The phone at home rings five times before my mother answers. “How’s this?!” she shouts.

I realize it is just before dawn at home. “Sorry, Mom,” I say. “I forgot how early it is back there.”

I hear her take a deep breath. Then she says, more calmly, “I thought you would only call in an emergency. Is everything okay? Are you in Paris now?”

“Yes,” I reply. “I was just surprised today to receive a package here in Paris, and I was wondering how it happened.”

“A package? From whom?” Before I can answer, I hear my sister’s voice in the background, demanding the phone.

“You got a package?” It’s my sister. I tell her it came from someone I know from town.

“He came by the house when Mom wasn’t home,” she explains. “I recognized him from the time I went to that adult bookstore to buy you your going-away present. He was working that day, but wasn’t the one who helped me. But he seemed to know all about your trip, and said he was going home to England and wondered if I knew when you would be there. I said I had your itinerary and gave him the information so he could contact you.”

“Did he say anything else?” I ask.

“No, little bro. Why?” she replies.

“I’m just trying to figure out what it all means,” I say.

“Don’t be so fucking mysterious,” says my sister. I hear my mother’s voice in the background, telling her to watch her language.

“Mom’s listening?” I ask.

“Don’t worry, bro,” she says. “She’s back in her room. I said that really loud, I guess.”

“Good. So, did he say anything else?”

“Nope.” There’s a long pause, and then my sister asks, “It’s about that cock-girl, isn’t it?”

“She’s a real girl,” I say, somewhat petulantly. “As much a girl as you.”

“Whatever you say, bro. Listen, did you like my little gift?”

I tell her yes and that I have a great story to tell her when I get home. I ask her if Mom wants to talk to me before I go, and she tells me my mother is already back asleep.

“I hope you find her,” says my sister. “You’re a little perv, but you’re my brother, so I want you to be happy.”

And she hangs up.

* *

I decide that I must get to London, right away. My flight isn’t until late tomorrow, but I head out of the hostel, with directions from the desk clerk to the nearest Air France office. I will change my ticket.

The agent at the office speaks the best English I’ve heard in Paris. Unfortunately, his facility with my language only helps explain as clearly as possible that my ticket cannot be changed without paying a very large fee, far in excess of what I have to spend. Disgruntled, I head out, quite exhausted from marathon fucking and sucking of the night before, and roam the streets of Paris. I find something to eat, and drink a couple of espressos to elevate my energy level. In mid-afternoon, I stop at a magazine kiosk outside one of the Metro stations, where they have newspapers in English.

As I flip through the International Herald Tribune, I notice two kids at the other end of the rack of magazines. They appear to be about 12 or 13 years old. They have a magazine in their hands, and are whispering in French and chuckling as they turn the pages. Suddenly, the surly man running the kiosk comes out from behind his small counter, and grabs the magazine from their hands. Holding it up, he shouts something in French that sounds angry and profane at the same time.

The boys run off. An older man, reading Le Monde, says to me in English, “Funny. He wonders why that magazine was delivered to him.” I guess he speaks English to me because of the newspaper I’m reading.

Just as I get ready to continue my walk around the city, I see the kiosk proprietor throw the magazine down on his counter, shaking his head. My eyes light up.

“Is that for sale?” I ask.

He looks at me and grunts. “Huh?”

I do remember one thing in French. “C’est combien?” I ask. “How much does it cost?”

He hands me the magazine and gestures for me to leave.

“C’est combien?” I ask again.

The older man says, “He’s telling you to take it and go.”

I do, and return to the hostel as quickly as possible. If I can’t go to London immediately, I can at least have some quiet time with my beloved Keliana late this afternoon, while the hostel is mostly abandoned by the other guests.

You see, the magazine kiosk somehow received an issue of “CUMM International” other than those sent to me by the man from the bookstore back home. I thought they were brand new, but here it is, now mine. This one features Keliana -- the beautiful, the sexy, the delicious Keliana -- with white panties and her beautiful girl cock bulging. Mine is now bulging, too. The cover text is about Keliana as a secretary, and I suddenly imagine myself as her boss, calling her in to my office for whatever my heart desires.

“How did I ever happen upon this magazine?” I wonder, as I find my way back to the bathroom where last night’s adventure began, close the door of the stall, open the magazine, and begin to pleasure myself to the pictures inside of Keliana.

It doesn’t take long before I cum, but this time I muffle my scream. I clean up and head back to my room, nearly colliding with Monique in the hallway.

“Come with me,” she says, grabbing my hand.

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[Wingman1500]

Enjoying the story so far, but here we are 4 days since the last episode and nothing more. Hope you're not experiencing 'writer block' there SMC.
KEEP EM CUMMING

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Originally Posted by Wingman1500

Enjoying the story so far, but here we are 4 days since the last episode and nothing more. Hope you're not experiencing 'writer block' there SMC.
KEEP EM CUMMING

Thank you so very much for letting me know you are enjoying the story. I will be posting a new installment in the next few hours. I am sure you can imagine that looking at Keliana's pictures for inspiration also serious interruptions during which typing is impossible. The more pictures Keliana sends to me for my story, the more frequent these interruptions occur.

[skin75]

It would be so great to read more of this story line and the pastiche covers with Keliana. They look so good.

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Originally Posted by skin75

It would be so great to read more of this story line and the pastiche covers with Keliana. They look so good.

Thank you. There are two more parts of this story to come, and one of them will be posted this weekend.

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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 ...

[bigjoe]

she is just so amazing!

[smc]

the story, continued ...

We sit in the room and eat, drink, and talk about nothing in particular. ?tienne leaves the room for a few minutes, and D?sir?e comes over to me and gets real close, asking me if I like her.

?I loved sucking your cock,? I say.

?I hope you like the rest of me,? she purrs.

?tienne returns. ?Let?s do the other shoot before it?s ?too late,? he says, ?And then I will answer your questions.?

D?sir?e excuses herself. ?tienne ushers me into a different room that?s set up for photography, with a large bed.

?I want to shoot you with D?sir?e again.?

?How?? I ask.

?I have learned,? he says, ?that the girls are best left to set the scenes themselves. Follow her lead, as before.?

The door opens and D?sir?e stands there. She looks younger than me, now dressed as a schoolgirl with a plain white blouse, short tie, dark plaid skirt with pleats, frilly white ankle socks, and a pair of black flat shoes. Her red hair hangs in two braided pigtails. She skips across the room and stands right in front of me.

?What do you think?? she giggles.

I am speechless. She looks like she has stepped out of a wet dream.

?You?re blushing,? she says. ?And after sucking my cock. That is so cute.? She kisses me on the mouth and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. ?Sit down,? she says, and then whispers in my ear, ?You?re the new teacher at school. I have a crush on you,? she says.

D?sir?e leans into me, seated on the bed, puts my face against her blouse, and places one my hands on her leg. ?Seduce me,? she says, breathily. ?I will be easy.? ?tienne?s camera begins to flash.

I stand to kiss her. Our tongues dance together, and I hold her tightly.

?You are so beautiful,? I whisper into her ear. ?So sexy.?

?Maybe I can be your number-one girl?? she asks. It makes me think of Keliana, and D?sir?e reminds me that Keliana wants this for me. I sit back down on the bed and she sits beside me, smoothing out her skirt. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her neck. She moans softly and places my hand on her knee, gently pushing it up her leg. Soon my fingers touch her panties.

?Rub my cock,? D?sir?e says, with a hungry tone. ?Make me hard.? I do, and she starts to rub my cock through my pants. She squeezes me, and I squeeze her and feel her panties moisten.

?Ooh,? D?sir?e says, with a little laugh in her voice. ?You?ve made me leak. Now I have to be your dirty little slut!? With that, she gets off the bed and down on her knees, unzips my pants, pulls out my cock, and begins to lap gently at the head. I feel some of my precum drip onto her tongue.

As D?sir?e continues to suck me, I feel my legs tense. She stops, suddenly. ?Not so quickly. I want your cum in my pussy.? She climbs on the bed and gets on all fours. ?Take off my panties, teacher,? she commands. ?Don?t you want to lick my pussy.?

I climb up behind her and pull down her white cotton panties. Her cock is hard and sticking out, and her beautiful behind is glistening from her precum, which has leaked into just the right place.

?Please kiss my pussy,? she says. I lick and taste her hole. D?sir?e moans loudly, reaches back, pulls my legs closer, and grabs my cock, still sticking out from my unzipped pants.

?Take these off!? she barks. I do so, quickly. ?Take everything off!?

In a flash, I am completely naked, and I return to her pussy. As I probe it with my tongue, I stroke her wonderful girl cock.

?I am ready for you,? D?sir?e announces. ?tienne?s camera continues to flash. D?sir?e wiggles her exquisite ass. I kiss her hole again and slip my hand over the crack, entering her with one finger. ?More,? she moans.

I work two, and then three fingers into her and fuck her gently with them. I notice a stream of precum dripping from her cock all the way down to the bedspread. Her pussy is hot and tight.

?Fuck me with your cock, teacher,? says D?sir?e. ?I want you inside.? I position myself behind her and rub the wet tip of my cock against her hole. Suddenly, she backs up against me violently and forces me into her all the way to my balls, in one motion.

?Mmmmmm,? she groans. Her hole tightens around me. She reaches back and grabs my ass. I feel her fingernails gently scraping against my skin, and it drives me wild. I begin to buck into her with wanton desire.

?That?s it, baby,? cries D?sir?e, in her sexy French accent. ?Make me your dirty little schoolgirl slut.?

?My god,? I cry out. ?This is amazing. You are so tight.?

?Yes,? says D?sir?e, ?I am tight for you because I?m a virgin.?

I chuckle quietly at this part of her roleplaying, as I continue to fuck her.

?I don?t pretend,? she says, her voice becoming breathier. ?Yours is the first real cock inside of me.? She pulls me in deeper. I continue to fuck her and feel that I?m going to cum, and soon.

I want it,? she moans. ?I want your hot cum deep inside of me!? I pound her harder and harder.

?Stroke mine,? she demands. ?Make me cum with you.? Reaching around, I take her beautiful cock in my hand and stroke as I ram myself into her pussy. I feel it growing and she begins to grunt. ?Together, please!? she shouts.

?Tell me when,? I say straining not to cum.

?Now!? D?sir?e screams at the top of her lungs. ?Fill me!? I begin to pump my cum into her violently, just as she erupts in my hand and shoots a hot stream of her girl cum across the bed.

After a minute, D?sir?e collapses on the bed. I fall on top of her. She continues to squeeze me gently inside of her until I finally soften and slip out. Cum oozes out everywhere.

I hear ?tienne?s voice. ?Clean her,? he says. It?s something new to me, but I bend down and lick up every drop. When I finish, D?sir?e turns over. She is beautiful. She lifts herself up to kiss me. It feels romantic.

?Now I am a real woman,? she whispers.

* * *

After we recover from fucking, D?sir?e clean ourselves up and go back to the room with the food and wine. ?tienne is waiting and says it?s time to go. D?sir?e comes over and whispers in my ear. ?I want to sleep with you tonight, when you come back. In your bed.?

?Let?s go,? says ?tienne. He takes me to his car for a drive around Paris, and tells me the full story. The policewomen who abducted me are the ?enforcers? for a cartel of pornographers in Paris who have long controlled the market for magazines with special girls. The ?Chic? and ?CUMM International? magazines are outside their control, and they?re angry.

The old gentleman from England is well known throughout Europe for the assistance he has given to models over the years, and he is largely responsible for ?CUMM International? hiring Keliana as its new top model. He also arranged the ?Chic? photoshoots, hiring ?tienne because he is one of the few erotic photographers in Paris not in the cartel?s clutches. Keliana has become very popular in France in a very short time.

The cartel, he explains, somehow learned about my quest to find Keliana and they think I?m their easy way to her and force her to shoot for them. Not even D?sir?e, he tells me, in all her beauty, compares in impact to what Keliana does to the men who see her in magazines. She would be very valuable to the cartel.

Suddenly, the car stops. ?I have a gift for you,? he says. We are in the 4th arondissement, parked in front of Notre-Dame de Paris on the ?le de la Cit?. It?s late, the cathedral is dark, and the street is nearly empty.

?You must trust me and follow these instructions precisely,? ?tienne says, pointing out the window. ?Go around enter into the door. Go up the stairs and turn left. Count seven pews and sit. It will be very dark. Be quiet and wait. You will be safe. Find your way back here when you?re done.? He reaches across me and opens my car door.

I follow the instructions. As I sit, in the dead silence of the cathedral, I suddenly hear creaking wood and then feel a presence. A soft hand touches mine. I feel breath in my ear and there is a whisper.

?I am grateful for your help.? I begin to turn my head, but she tells me to look forward. ?Find me in London, darling. Find your Keliana.?

And just as quickly, she is gone. I jump up and look around. There is nothing but darkness. My heart races.

After a few minutes, I decide to find ?tienne. As I open the outer door, a large envelope falls to the ground. I pick it up and run to ?tienne?s car, getting in.

?You are fine?? he asks.

?It was Keliana,? I say, barely able to catch my breath.

?Open the envelope.? He turns on the light. There are three more issues of ?CUMM International,? with Keliana on the covers.

?There is something else,? ?tienne says. ?Look inside.? I find a smaller envelope with my name on the outside. It looks as if someone has kissed the envelope with lipstick on. I touch the kiss, and it feels warm, as if kissed in the past minute or so. I open it to find a note.

?Don?t wear yourself out, darling. Find me in London, and ?tienne may be there, too.?

I look at ?tienne, who smiles, puts the car in gear, and drives us back to his house.

to be continued ...

[smc]

the story, continued ?

We are back at ?tienne?s house, and I am exhausted. I ask about sleeping arrangements, and ?tienne shows me to a bedroom.

I strip down to my underpants, lie down on the bed, and look through the new magazines from Keliana. I hold the note from her in my hand. I smell it. I kiss the lipstick on the envelope.

After only a few minutes, the door opens and in comes D?sir?e. She is wearing a powder-blue baby doll. Her perfect tits and beautiful girl cock are visible through the sheer material, and she looks exquisite. She makes her way to the bed and sits down, pushing the magazines to the end.

?Remember? I want to sleep with you tonight.? Her voice is soft and warm.

?I?m very tired,? I tell her.

?I just want to be with you, before you leave for Keliana.? There is the sound of resignation in her voice.

?Okay,? I say. She smiles and lies down next to me.

?I am very tired, too,? D?sir?e announces. ?Turn out the light.?

I reach over to switch off the lamp, but not before neatly gathering up my magazines and placing them carefully on the table next to the bed. Now it?s dark, but for a small bit of light that comes through a window on the opposite wall from the bed. We lie there on our backs, in silence, for a moment, and then I hear D?sir?e sigh deeply. She turns in my direction and moves closer, pulling one of my arms around her and nestling herself against me, with her head on my shoulder. Her smell is intoxicating. She is so soft against my bare chest. She seems like some kind of magical combination between an innocent young girl and a sexual vixen. I feel myself begin to harden.

?May I tell you something?? she asks. I tell her she can say anything.

?I am jealous,? she says, with a bit of a pout. ?I am jealous of Keliana.?

Now it?s my turn to sigh.

D?sir?e continues. ?I?ve been with her, you know. She has been here for ?tienne?s magazine shoots. One time, he let me pose with her, and I even got to touch her cock, but those photos are not yet published. Soon, though.?

?I?d like to see those,? I say.

?I am sure you would,? says D?sir?e. ?But to see Keliana, not me.?

She falls silent. After a few minutes, she begins to speak again.

?When I think about it, I believe I understand. Everyone falls in love with their first. I bet Keliana was the first special girl you ever encountered.?

?That?s true,? I say.

?You took my virginity. I know it was for photographs, but it was also something special.? D?sir?e?s voice becomes a whisper. ?So, it should not surprise you that I have fallen in love with you.?

I really don?t know what to say, but I can tell she is waiting.

?D?sir?e, words cannot express how special it is to me to be the one. I think you are beautiful. I think you are sexy. I think you are tremendously arousing. But those words are not enough.?

Another minute of silence goes by before D?sir?e speaks again.

?If you cannot express it in words, will you show me?? she asks. Then she moves to climb on top of me, and sits right on my cock. I become fully erect almost instantly, and I am straining to be free of my underpants. D?sir?e gets off me for a moment and pulls my pants down, moves her panties to the side, and sits right down on my cock. I am in her all the way. I can feel my balls nestled in the crack of her ass.

?Lie there and let me show you how I feel,? she says. ?I will fuck you.?

She begins to grind herself down on me, and I can feel my cock so far into her that it feels as if it must be in her stomach. She takes my hands and puts them on her tits. ?Touch me, please.?

With my cock so deep, D?sir?e begins to move slowly around, and then up and down just a bit. I continue to play with her nipples, which have become hard and as pink as little erasers. I can?t help myself, and take one and then the other in my mouth. She moans, and her entire body shudder for 30 seconds.

?You made me cum,? she says. ?You made me cum like a real woman.?

?D?sir?e, you are a real woman,? I say. She bends over and kisses me deeply, while continuing to gyrate on my hard cock. I feel her shudder again, and her special girl pussy grips me tightly. I feel so massive, and I can?t imagine how she can fit me in her. But she continues to fuck me, and cums again and again. This makes my dick fill with jizz.

?I?m ready for you,? she says, and lifts her self off my cock almost completely. Then she sits back down roughly, and I feel as if I?ve gone even deeper. ?I want you to fill me with your love.?

Gripping her breasts and squeezing her nipples, and buried to the hilt in her behind, I begin to shoot load after hot load of my cum. She moans and groans, and bucks and flails. I cum for what seems like forever, until she collapses on me, in my arms.

We stay like that for a while, and then she kisses me and drifts off to sleep. It takes me a little longer, but I do fall asleep, and dream of D?sir?e and Keliana, together with me.

* *

I awake very late in the morning with sunlight streaming through the window. D?sir?e is gone, but in the bed next to me is a new magazine, ?Baby Dolls? Volume 1, No. 6. Keliana is on the cover, in white lingerie. The text promises ?cute little nymphets who love to fondle and explore!?

I open the magazine, and there is a note inside from D?sir?e. ?Surprise,? it reads, ?the printer delivered some copies of this to ?tienne early this morning. I am one of the nymphets, with Keliana. Look on page 17.?

I immediately turn to page 17, and find beautiful D?sir?e on her knees, with Keliana?s hard cock resting in her outstretched hand. It?s part of an amazing photo spread featuring my beautiful Keliana. I gasp in recognition. The shot of the two of them together is exactly as I imagined it in my dream.

As my cock hardens at the sight of the two of them together, Keliana and D?sir?e, I begin to think about stroking myself. But the door opens, and ?tienne stands there.

?You have slept very late,? he says, ?and there is work to be done.?

to be continued ?

[rocket man]

I had to bring this up again...I encourage all of you to read this story. it is HOT:turnon :