Vintage Keliana (with story)

[keliana]

This is the BEST yet!

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the story, continued …

?tienne says there is “work to be done.” I suspect it is another photo shoot with D?sir?e.

“Get dressed and eat something,” ?tienne tells me. “Then we will go. Right away.” He leaves the room.

I want to spend more time with my new magazine, my gift from D?sir?e with her and Keliana together, but ?tienne was most insistent. So, I quickly shower, throw on some clothes, and make my way down the hall. I hear ?tienne call my name.

“In here,” he says, and I enter a small room. There is a table with some bread and cheese set out, and ?tienne sits there with a young woman. As I walk over to the table, he introduces me.

“This,” he says, “is Zeva.”

The woman stands and holds out her hand, and only now do I notice that she is wearing a uniform. It’s familiar, and I realize it is the uniform of a Paris policewoman -- just like that of my kidnappers. I’ve been set up.

“Relax,” says ?tienne, sensing my concern. “Zeva is a friend.” He motions that I should sit and eat.

While I have some food, ?tienne explains that Zeva is his “eyes and ears” inside the magazine distribution ring that uses the policewomen for protection. Apparently, Zeva also models for ?tienne, but he is very careful never to reveal her face enough that her cover is blown inside the squad.

“Your ordeal gave D?sir?e an idea early this morning,” ?tienne says. “And Zeva is the perfect model.”

“Where is D?sir?e?” I ask. “She seems to have left suddenly. And doesn’t Zeva speak?”

“D?sir?e,” says ?tienne, smiling, “is off to visit a mutual friend. Zeva will speak when it is necessary.”

* *

I finish eating and accompany ?tienne and Zeva to the car. Zeva sits with me in the back and never says a word, but runs her hands all over me and puts my hands on her tits and crotch. I can tell that she has a very large girl cock.

After driving for about 45 minutes, we come to a rather seedy looking neighborhood of Paris. ?tienne stops the car by an alley and we all get out. He grabs three cameras and puts them around his neck.

“Walk to the end of the block,” he tells me. “Then come this way. I want you to look like you are lost.”

I do as I’m told, thinking that I am lost and so it won’t take much effort to look that way. As I walk towards ?tienne, he shoots picture after picture. Finally, when I get close to him, Zeva steps out of the alley, still in her uniform and now with her cap on. She also has a handgun holstered to her waist. She speaks for the first time, in English but with a heavy French accent.

“Are you authorized to be in this neighborhood?” she barks at me, grabbing my arm and stopping me.

I look at ?tienne, who simply makes a motion with his hand that I should go on.

“I’m sorry, but I’m lost,” I say.

“I do not think so,” says Zeva. “Come with me.” She pulls me into the alley and pushes me against the wall. She is the same height as me, and amazingly strong.

“This is a restricted area,” she says, sternly. “Boys who come here are punished, unless they are authorized.” With that, she spins me around and pushes me against the wall again, with my face right in the bricks. “I am going to fuck you.”

I jump away, and Zeva laughs. I go right over to ?tienne, who has been taking pictures all along. “No, please,” I beg him. “I am saving myself. I’ll do anything else. Really. I’m grateful for your help. But no, I …”

He cuts me off. Putting his arm around my shoulder, he turns me away from Zeva and quietly says, “I know, my friend, but Keliana wants this.”

I look at him, a mixture of hurt and bemusement.

“Do not think of it the wrong way, ?tienne explains. “No, she wants you to experience a girl’s cock in you there, so when she has you, you will know that she is the best. How can you know that if you’ve only had girl cocks in your mouth?”

With that, he pushes me back to Zeva. She grabs me again and pushes me face first against the wall. Then she reaches between my legs and fondles my cock. It begins to grow inside my pants. Turning me around again to face her, she kisses me and then opens my belt and pulls my pants down to my ankles, quickly. My cock strains against my underwear.

“Stroke it,” she commands, pointing. “Take it out and stroke it.”

I do as I’m told, and she gets down and begins to suck me. After a few seconds, when I am rock hard, she stands me back up. As she kisses me roughly, she somehow manages to open her policewoman’s shirt. She is wearing a silky camisole, and her nipples are poking straight out. She bends my head down so my mouth is over one, and I suck it through the material. Meanwhile, she takes out her enormous girl cock. The entire shaft sticks out from the zipper of her policewoman’s skirt, and it must be 10” long. It is thick, too, thicker than I’ve ever seen.

“Touch me,” she commands. “Stroke my cock.”

Again, I follow her orders. ?tienne’s camera clicks incessantly.

After a minute, she turns me back around, bends me over a bit, and pushes my face into the bricks. First she pulls off my shirt, and then he begins to rub her massive erection in the crack of my ass. She also reaches around and tweaks my nipples with one hand, while the other finds my cock and tugs on it. Then she moves her hands around to the back of my thighs.

“Take my cock, you virgin boy,” she whispers in my ear. With that, she pushes the entire length of her girl cock into my ass. I begin to scream, but before the sound comes out she puts a hand over my mouth to muffle the volume. With her other hand, she pulls me back into her and begins to fuck me in earnest. I suddenly become aware that there are people watching out by the street, where the alley begins.

Zeva thrusts into me, and out again, and in and out. The initial pain turns to extreme pleasure. I feel her so deep, and I can’t get enough. My body begins to respond in that way, and Zeva and our audience all notice.

As she fucks me more, she takes one hand and rips open her camisole. I feel her tits slapping against my back as she pumps her enormous, engorged girl cock into my ass. Suddenly, as she begins to moan, something changes. I feel her in a different way inside of me. My entire body begins to tingle, and she senses it. She whispers in my ear, “You are going to cum in your ass, because I have found your spot.” As soon as the last word leaves her lips, I feel my ass contract around her cock and wave after wave of warmth flows through my entire body.

?tienne’s camera is right there, photographing my face as I cum anally for the first time.

“I like how your ass feels when you cum,” Zeva whispers as she begins to pound me harder and harder, grunting and moaning loudly. “Now it is Zeva’s turn. I am going to fill you. Do you want it? Do you want my hot girl cum?”

I moan loudly.

“Say it,” she yells. “Say what you want.” She slows down her fucking, which is not what I want.

“Cum in me, please!” I say, quietly.

“Louder!” she shouts.

“Cum in me, please!” This time I say it so the people by the street can hear.

“You do not deserve my cum unless you tell the world!” Zeva says, sternly.

“Cum in my ass!” I shout it at the top of my lungs. Windows fly open above us, as people hear my scream. “Give me all of your hot cum! Pump it in me! Give me your girl cum. Fuck me with your girl cock and give me your girl cum. Please. Every drop!”

Zeva reaches around and again grabs my cock. She pumps it furiously as she thrusts deeper into me. I feel another anal orgasm, and then she begins to moan, groan, and shoot wave after wave of hot jizz into my ass. My own cock erupts, too, and I shoot a huge load all over the wall.

After a minute, Zeva pulls out of me, spins me around, and kisses me. She also grabs both of our gooey, cummy cocks and rubs them together. The people by the street cheer.

* *

We drive back to ?tienne’s. This time, Zeva sprawls out by herself in the back, and I sit up front.

“She cums so much that she must sleep right after she fucks, every time,” says ?tienne. I look back at her. She has a contended look on her face.

?tienne asks me how my ass feels, and I tell him it is a bit sore. “It’s not the same as a dildo, that’s for sure,” I say, and ?tienne laughs.

“Reach under the seat,” he says. “There is a reward for your work this afternoon.”

I pull out two new Keliana magazines.

“You are amassing quite a collection,” ?tienne remarks.

I begin to leaf through “Terrific No. 6.” The Keliana cover becomes an erotic solo spread of her pleasuring herself on the couch. “Erotic Desire 10” is also a solo spread, this time with lots of toys.

“Did you take these photos?” I ask ?tienne.

“No,” he replies. “These are classics, from our archives. Keliana has instructed me give you any duplicates we have that you do not have. And I do what she says.”

As we make our way back to his house, I wonder whether ?tienne will one day shoot me and Keliana together. I guess so, since Keliana wanted Zeva to fuck me. Maybe it will be the three of us, or D?sir?e.

to be continued ...

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Thanks to all of you who have encouraged me, either through posts here or in PMs, to keep writing this story (and, of course, thanks to Keliana for her continued inspiration). I will be away for a few days, without Web access, so I won't be posting the next installment until Sunday at the earliest (and possibly later).

[bigjoe]

more more more :D

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Originally Posted by jocksereire

more more more :D

Thanks for the encouragement. I'm a little behind on writing the next installment, but it is forthcoming ... tomorrow, most likely.

Keliana has, quite frankly, been distracting me from writing since my return!

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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.

to be continued ...

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the story, continued ?

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?

to be continued ...