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Belle Ch. 01

By: Belle_toujours



"Thanks for the invitation. Dinner Saturday at Jainie's sounds great. No, not seeing anyone right now, so I'll be coming alone. See you soon."

A smile came to her face as she read the email. She had girlishly plotted with her best friend Jainie to discover whether Alexander was available. Perhaps still dating the artist-model from the summer.

Time to go to work, she thought, as her attention turned quickly instead to what she would wear Saturday.

At 36, Alexander was only seven years her senior, but he seemed a class apart. Already a recognized star in international business. The product of prestigious education and exclusive patronage. A scholar's mind, a diplomat's presence. The disarming smile didn't hurt one bit, of course.

Six months with his office, Belle was one of a dozen aspiring interns. A natural beauty to be sure, but she carried herself more like a fresh-faced college student than the MBA candidate she was.

Their relationship had been nothing but professional. Saturday would be a change. How much of a change was the only question.

The dinner at Jainie's was cozy. With only seven guests, the conversation flowed comfortably along with the wine. As the evening began to wind down, Belle tended to the dishes with Jainie and Alexander idly chatting at the kitchen table behind her.

She had worn her dressiest slacks hoping to catch his gaze. The lines, though prim and proper, still accentuated her tight bottom and long legs nicely. An equally demure, yet fashionable, sweater completed the outfit.

As they bid their hosts goodbye, Alexander walked Belle to her car. Always the gentleman.

As they approached, Belle's building nervousness erupted unexpectedly into a bold move. Without a word, she turned and slid her hand over his flat stomach and around his muscled waist, making no mistake about the inviting embrace. Alexander leaned forward to meet her with a passionate kiss. Instantly pressing his firm body to hers.

The serene fall night masked the intensity of the moment. Hardly a lucid thought could she muster before she felt him spin her around and slide her slacks and underwear down over her ass in a swift move. All she could do was steady herself against the car. Then she felt him. Inside her. Taking her from behind. Filling her with a sensation she had never known. So full, so firm. How exquisite the pressure as she met his solid thrusts with her own excitement. Then it happened. The climax. A profound pleasure. With a low moan of contentment, she reached beneath and astonished herself with the feel of the copious wetness.

As she turned over, the coldness of the crisp, empty sheets brought her back. Withdrawing her hands from between her legs, she knew. She was past her innocent crush for Alexander. She wanted him. For real.

* * *

The several days after the dinner party were uneventful. Class, work, the usual.

Belle knew Alexander would be in Paris for business. Her thoughts drifted often to whether he would be thinking of her the way she had fantasized about him.

The day he returned to the office, Belle literally bumped into him as they crossed the lobby. But no charming greeting, no disarming smile. Hmm, what was the matter?

Back in her studio that evening, Belle sighed in disappointment about the reunion. For sure, she thought there had been a connection at the dinner. As she sank back into her desk chair trying to access her personal email for the first time in a week, it all became clear. Among the dozens of unread messages, one stood out.

"Belle, I know this may be forward particularly due to our work together. But I really enjoyed the time we spent at Jainie's and would like to ask you to dinner just us two."

Oh no! Belle was mortified. No wonder Alexander had given her the cold shoulder. He must have thought that she had rejected his overture.

The next day couldn't have arrived any sooner. Belle marched into Alexander's office, closed the door and declared, "You have no idea how much I hoped you would ask me out. My ISP was down, so I gave up checking my email, and so I . . . . Oh, never mind, I didn't see your email until last night."

A momentary silence, then Belle and Alexander laughed abruptly in unison. So much for acting nonchalant.

Dinner Friday it was to be. Alexander enjoyed cooking, so Belle agreed to meet him at his home. For the next several evenings in anticipation, they chatted for hours over the telephone as if long lost friends. And the more they shared, the more flirtatious their conversation became.

That Thursday night, Belle sat nude on her bedroom floor, having barely caught Alexander's call as she finished up her shower. She was pleased to test Alexander's resolve with a sultry description of herself unadorned save an inviting smile. And she tantalized him further with the offer of her arriving for dinner naked in heels. His audible breath in response confirmed she had his number.

Their clear attraction notwithstanding, Belle and Alexander remained true to a casual first-date plan. Meet at the market, hunt and gather their foodstuffs, and then retire to Alexander's to embark on their culinary adventure. Nothing fancy, plain yet delicious. The comfortable rapport continued to confirm a shared chemistry.

As they sipped wine on the couch bathed warmly in candlelight, Alexander reached out and caressed Belle's hand. No kiss, no sexual advance. Just a pure, perfect moment. Never had she been so seduced by anyone before.

The next day, Belle rushed over to Alexander's after a grueling meeting with her business school cohort. Returning from soccer practice, Alexander drove up just as Belle closed her car door. Both feeling worse for the wear, Alexander suggested that Belle use the spare bedroom bath for a quick shower to refresh before their dinner out.

As Belle soaped her breasts under the luxurious hot shower, she could not resist pinching her nipples and running her fingers through the smooth folds of her shaved pussy. She shut off the water and wrapped the towel around her. Then, without a second thought, she strode purposefully into the master bedroom and bathroom. There she found Alexander clearing the vanity mirror as the steam still hung heavily in the air.

She had never seen such an erotic sight. Alexander was so different from the men of her past. Firm and muscled, yet smooth and lightly haired. Belle could not take her eyes off his penis. Still flaccid, yet perhaps what sculptors would long to cast as their work of art. Belle mustered a deliberate swallow as she thought to herself how Alexander's cock was the perfect embodiment of the strength his personality commanded.

Alexander stared directly back, reassuring Belle as a smile displayed upon his handsome face. Using the same gentleness with which he had caressed Belle's hand the evening before, he guided Belle to a waiting bed.

Belle allowed her towel to drop and reveal her stunning nakedness as the couple slid between the crisp white sheets. She felt his body heat radiate against her full breasts and flat stomach as they embraced, her legs instinctively entwining with his. Then their first kiss overtook them.

Belle had but a handful of lovers before meeting Alexander. Just school boys, no men. Nice to be sure, but none evoked the passion Belle had expected as an avid adolescent reader of romance novels. Her libido had always seemed greater than that of her partners, but she had never wanted to push boundaries for polite concern over their egos. Belle had simply come to accept the rather lackluster sex as the norm.

Besides, she was a good girl. Virgin until she was 18. Condoms always. Missionary position without climax the default. Still she would defend her sex life as typical.

In this moment, her history seemed foreign. Her body was now alive like never before. Each erect nipple begged to be suckled. Her engorged labia sensitive to the lightest touch. Belle never remembered being this wet. She felt herself actually dripping.

Her past sexual experimentation had gone only as far as licking her college boyfriend's penis. And only once or twice after years of living together. To even call it oral sex seemed much more than what it was.

This was different. Yes, it all seemed different now. Without more of a reminiscence about her lack of experience, Belle moved down Alexander's body and took him completely into her mouth.

Not tentative, not lightly. Belle sucked his cock hungrily, pausing repeatedly to lick the swollen head and run her tongue up and down his thick shaft.

The sensation took Alexander by surprise. But for completely different reasons. Unlike Belle, he was an experienced lover who had the benefit of dozens of women of varying shapes, styles and cultures. No, the feeling was not unknown, but still unlike anything before. It was his surprise that Belle missed not a beat before fellating him that brought Alexander the greatest sexual gratification.

Indeed, Alexander had steeled himself for the usual, awkward lover's discourse about likes and dislikes. He knew himself to be a highly erotic animal with distinct needs. What he knew of Belle, the fresh faced student intern, he suspected was a sexual ingénue.

From his astonishment, Alexander backed away from Belle momentarily. He reached deftly into a nightstand drawer and sheathed himself with hardly a notice. As he moved on top, Belle readied herself in the position she knew best.

What happened next, however, was an epiphany. As Alexander slid inside her, Belle felt something of a first impression. She could not recall ever feeling anyone inside of her before. Yes, an almost mundane awareness of penetration and rhythm with boys past. But now with Alexander, the fulfillment was extraordinary. Belle felt completely taken with a length and firmness that brought meaning to having a man touching every part of her, inside and out.

Alexander's thrusts were at the same time firm and wanting, yet gentle and loving. Belle struggled to breathe normally as she felt her pussy work eagerly to grip his long, thick cock. The pleasure continued to mount until Belle experienced a deep and overwhelming climax. Her first vaginal orgasm. The books did not lie, ecstasy in its purest form. As her tremors subsided, Belle almost did not notice Alexander's tightening embrace as he came seconds after. Her eyes teared uncontrollably and she gasped in disbelief at her new found love. As Alexander withdrew, Belle nuzzled beside him in almost a fetal comfort.

How could something so new be so incredibly fulfilling? If nothing else, mused Belle, she would have the rest of the weekend to find out. Because after this, she was going to fuck Alexander as many times as she could before Monday.

Belle Ch. 02



When Belle awoke it took a moment for her to realise that a) it was not a dream and she was indeed still stuck in the castle, and b) she was alone in bed. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, the bright morning light streaming in through the windows. He was at his desk, scribbling furiously. She watched him for a few minutes, unsure of whether to say something, checking quickly under the sheets to check she was still clothed.

Without so much as a glance at her he stood abruptly and made towards the door. "Come," he said shortly, still not bothering to look at her.

She slipped out of the bed and followed him warily, pausing at the door as he strode around the corner then hurrying to catch up. He pushed through a door near the bottom of the stairs, revealing an abnormally large dining hall. 

"Sit down and I'll get breakfast," he told her, before sweeping back out. She did so, perching on the edge of her seat, feeling dirty for having worn the same clothes two days in a row. He returned shortly with a plate of croissants, accompanied by a bowl of honey.

Belle picked at one lazily before setting the other half down on the table, brushing the crumbs off herself, not really in the mood for eating. However, he wasn't in the mood for letting her get away with that.

"Belle, eat your breakfast. Be grateful that you even have it after your disgusting behaviour last night." he warned her, piercing blue eyes watching her now.

She almost choked on the piece she was chewing on in surprise. Disgusting behaviour?! She'd only defended himself from him. Glaring, she picked up the croissant and took a ferocious bite out of it, scowling,

"And while we're on the subject, if you ever dare to hurt or attempt to hurt me in such a way again, keep in mind I will return it and it'll be ten times more painful, with an additional punishment. I'm not one who takes delight in causing pain but if you insist on it I see no other way to correct you. This is my house and as master of it I expect to be treated as such, with respect."

"I said sorry-"

"Sorry's not good enough. I was soft with you last night because I understood you were distressed but don't expect me to do so in the future unless you earn it."

Face darkening with annoyance, she stared down at her plate as she finished the croissant, swallowing the last of it. Taking no notice, he took another, devouring it quickly.

"You were talking in your sleep last night," he added, only just remembering.

"Was I?" asked Belle indifferently, knowing full well that she had; she always did when she had nightmares.

"Yes. You were whimpering as well...I don't know what you were dreaming of though. You said something about...walls?"

Wolves. 

"Maybe. I don't remember my dreams." 

That's a lie.

Wolves chasing me, surrounding me, tearing me to shreds as they dragged me down with bloodied muzzles. 

He leant back in his chair, sighing. "I see. "

"When can I go home?" she asked, despite knowing the answer.

He coughed in surprise, surveying her for a moment. "You don't get to go home."

"And when was this decided? Surely I should only have to stay for as long as you would have imprisoned my father? And nothing more should be expected of me than you would have of him?"

"Are you trying to anger me, Belle?" he said, his voice lowering dangerously.

"Answer my questions and I'll answer yours." she replied coolly, eyes staring straight back into his.

"Don't start trying to play games with me. It'll only end up all the worse for you."

"Answer my questions." she insisted, defiance growing.

"Belle..." His teeth were gritted, now, nails digging into the tale.

"What're you going to do? Rape me like you tried to last night?" she hissed at him, eyes full of hatred.

For a moment he froze like she'd stabbed him.

It wasn't like that.

Then his anger bubbled to the surface, pushing past his guilt as he grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her close, his grip so tight she thought her bones were going to snap. Bizarrely, in the heat of the moment all Belle could think was how his eyes looked more green than blue now.

"Are you a masochist or just plain stupid? Do you want me to hurt you?!" he roared at her. "Either way, I'm nipping this in the bud," he growled, pulling her closer, tugging her over his knees. She thrashed about as he grabbed a handful of her hair, a strong leg pinioning down one of her own, his free hand pulling up her skirts and the elbow of the other digging firmly between her shoulderblades. She shrieked at his touch, trying to reach behind and clawing at his hand, but he simply shoved her hand aside, pulling her underwear down in one swift movement.

"Lemme -- go! Get off m -- ahh!" Belle let out a cry of pain as she felt his hand smack firmly against her bare bottom, trying to wriggle away from the already-unbearable sting. Yet no relief came, only another, sharper swat, lower down this time so it caught the tops of her thighs. And another, and another, as he peppered her skin with firm, sharp blows, completely ignoring her pleas for mercy.

"You-" smack! "-must-" smack! "-must-" smack! "-learn-" smack! "-to-" smack! "-be-" smack! "-more-" respectful!" He growled as he spanked her, hitting her even harder on the last word. Her bottom was already rosy pink, handmarks just about visible on her pale skin.

She sniffled, beginning to sob, still struggling though his grip was firm. He felt her tears begin to wet his leg, pushing away a pang of pity as he rained blow upon blow on her, skin now bright red and hot to the touch. Pausing, he rested his hand on her cheeks softly, feeling the heat from them as he slowly rubbed, then, as Belle gave a sigh at the soothing feeling, brought his hand back up and began to spank each cheek alternately, watching the firm flesh jiggle under his palms, the sudden shock of the pain returning making her cry out.

"P-please- I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to --" she started through her sobs, but he cut her off, smacking even harder.

"Don't lie to me! You thought you would see how far you could push me, didn't you? Wanted to be obstinate and rude, thinking you could get away with it!"

"Ah-ow! -y-yes! Yes! I'm sorry! Ple-ow! -- please -- "

And then, surprisingly, he stopped all of a sudden, the sounds her small whimpers and his slow breathing.

"Now, I want you to go and stand in that corner, in front of that mirror," he instructed her, "Do not pull up your underwear, touch your bottom, fidget about or otherwise try to draw attention to yourself, otherwise you'll be standing there with your hands behind your head. Understood?

She nodded, still sniffing, and he let go of her, allowing her to walk the short distance to the mirror. Watching her, he saw her dress fall back down to her knees and added, "Actually, Belle, I'd like you to hold your skirts up to your waist."

Grudgingly she did so, noticing in the mirror his slight smirk as he admired his handiwork. Then he sat back in his chair, taking another croissant and closing his eyes as he took a bite from it.

Quickly Belle took the chance to give her stinging rear a quick rub, trying to soothe some of the fiery redness, but his voice made her freeze. "Don't make me put you over my knee again to remind you to listen to what I say..." he warned her, having must have heard the rustling of her dress. She bit her lip and put her hands back to her hips, making sure the dress fell down at the front enough to hide her most intimate part.

After a few minutes, her arms had already begun to ache and the soreness hadn't reduced in the slightest. First spanking her, and then making her stand in the corner like a naughty child? As if he hadn't patronised her already.

"You can come and sit back down in a moment, but first I want to talk to you. Yes?"

She grumbled an incoherent "Yes" in reply and he continued.

"How old are you, Belle?"

"Eighteen."

"Well then, why did you think it was appropriate for you to behave the way you did so soon after I'd already scolded you for your yesterday's dramatics? I've seen children half your age acting with more maturity."

She said nothing, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"If you insist upon acting like a child, I shall treat you like one. If you start to behave like an adult I might find it within myself to show you some respect, and then we wouldn't have any need for silly punishments, but so far you've proved nothing."

He gave a long exhale. "I...I don't get any pleasure out of punishing you, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not a sadist."

Belle gave a snort, but he chose to ignore it. "Although I'm fully aware -- as I hope you are -- that I am now your master, I'd like us to be friends, in order to make this arrangement as easy as it can be for the both of us. More than friends, even. But that won't happen until you learn to be more respectful, and despite your defiance and boldness, you know full well that it'll just turn out worse for you in the end. Do I make myself clear, or do I have to repeat that again?"

"No. I understand." she said quietly.

"Good girl. Now, pull up your underwear and come and sit back at the table, please."

She winced at the slight pressure of her panties rubbed against still-stinging skin, letting her dress drop back down, and sat in her chair, almost shooting up again at the soreness.

"Just be glad I didn't use the whip on you," he muttered, and Belle gulped at the thought of it.

"Y-you have a whip?"

He laughed, which took her by surprise -- a deep, throaty chuckle. "No, of course not. I do, however, have a riding crop, so bear that in mind..." he added, almost as an afterthought. She blinked at him, not sure whether he was joking or being serious. Either way, he had an odd sense of humour.

I still don't know his name, she suddenly thought.

"If I may ask... what shall I call you?" she ventured, hoping he would simply give her his name, possibly with a nickname accompanying it.

"I think "sir" is appropriate for the next few weeks, don't you? That's what you called me before."

"S-sir? Not...not your Christian name?"

"I hardly think you've earned the privilege of knowing my name, let alone calling me by it." he said shortly, reminding her once more of the punishment she had just received.

"Yes...of course. I'm sorry, sir." she said humbly.

"How's your bottom? Truthfully, don't give me bravado."

"It hurts. A lot." she said honestly.

"Good." he said, though not unkindly (was that even possible?). "Come with me and I'll find something to ease the soreness." He got up from the table, beckoning for her to follow, leading her to an enormous room filled with shelves and shelves of books.

"This is your library?" she asked, looking around in wonder.

"One of them, yes. The others are in the towers; it saves me having to travel across the whole castle if I want a book." he explained as he pulled open a desk drawer, rummaging through it, then looking through the next after not finding what he sought. With a grin of triumph he pulled out a lidded pot, holding it aloft. Belle watched, feeling like a fool as she stood there quietly.

"Come here, cheri," he said, directing her to the sofa nearest him. Uncertainly she sat down, biting her lip in pain, barely registering the pet name.

"No, no. Lie down on your front."

Casting him a wary eye but resigned to doing as he said, she lay down, folding her arms under her chin. As his hand grasped her ankle she suppressed her instinct to quick out, glad she hadn't when, as he took the other and gently moved them up, she realised that he was only going to sit down.

He placed her legs back on his lap, her knees resting in the small gap between his thighs. It wasn't the most comfortable positions but she didn't shift, letting his hand brush against her calf as he got comfortable, the other on the small of her back, not moving as he delicately pushed up her dress to her ribs and slid down the cream satin of her panties, pulling them down to her knees this time.

She froze, closing her eyes tightly with fear, giving a small whimper.

"Shhhhh, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just looking, and then I'll make it better," he murmured to her, slowly and quietly as if he were talking to a child or an animal. She heard him give a regretful sigh, drawing in her breath sharply as his warm fingers stroked against her still-hot skin, his whispered apologies not much of a help. He unscrewed the lid of the pot and, dipping his fingers inside, put a dollop of it onto his palm, rubbing his hands together.

She winced again as she felt his touch, anticipation the sting, but his hands were pleasantly cool now as he started to rub the cream in lightly, smearing it over her pinkened skin. She let her body relax, the slight massaging motion of his palms almost enjoyable as he began to roam his hands across her, every now and again squeezing gently. Though a part of her wanted to wriggle away, make him stop, she couldn't deny it was soothing, yet -- exciting?

Without her realising her breath had begun to quicken, her cheeks starting to flush; but he had noticed, his own arousal at her willingness to let him touch and caress her only heightened by it as he brazenly started to explore her. He moved his hands upwards, rubbing her hips and lower back, tracing up her spine with a single finger, watching in amusement as she sighed and arched her back towards him, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers trailed down to her ass again, her body stiffening as he slowly ran them between her cheeks, walking them along her inner thigh. She let out a just-audible whine as he continued, the softest of touches running from the back of her knees to her ankles setting her hair on end, wetness beginning to pool between her thighs. Once again he lifted his hands and set them higher up, this time on her ribs, and unintentionally she let out a giggle at the tickly spot. He chuckled softly, leaning across her and placing a kiss on her shoulder, whispering to her, "Turn around."

She rolled over, pulling down her dress, cheeks red and face hot though she wasn't sure whether it was arousal or embarrassment at the fact she was, unable to take her eyes off his. He looked at her with a mixture of lust, longing and wonder, trying to control the beast inside him that just wanted to take her there and then, reminding himself of her unwillingness beforehand, not wanting to ruin it.

He took her by the hand and pulled her into a sitting position, her legs still sprawled across his. Grasping her underwear -- which was still at her knees -- as if he meant to pull them off, he stopped as if struck by a thought. "Are you a maid, Belle?"

She nodded, suddenly crashing back to Earth, her previous excitement becoming dread, her legs snapping tightly shut.

"I thought as much. Shhhh, I'm not going to do such a thing so soon, put that thought from your head immediately."

Her face softened, though she was still unsure as to whether she should trust him or not. After all, he had kept his word so far, hadn't he? She swallowed, mouth dry, suddenly feeling faint.

His hands still on hers, he raised one to her shoulder, the other still on her knee, playing with the brown curls that fell upon it, pushing them aside, then behind her ear too, leaning forward.

"Let yourself enjoy it, Belle. I'm not going to hurt you -- you'll see." he whispered in her ear, breath hot, lips brushing her earlobe, then pressed more firmly on the underside of her jaw, along her neck. She could smell him, that unfamiliar male scent of musk, breathing him in and letting her eyelids fall as he pushed the sleeve of her dress aside, kissing her shoulder.

"I want to kiss you," he murmured, planting another on her collarbone, "Everywhere."

He rose back up again, scattering kisses across her forehead, cheeks and nose, even her eyelids. It was still a surprise when his lips met hers though, light as a butterfly, before becoming more insistent, pressing against them hungrily. She had kissed other boys before, but he was a man, and despite her inexperience she quickly found herself kissing him back, even cheekily nipping his lower lip playfully. He pulled away in surprise, cocking an eyebrow at the mischievous look in her eyes and smiling humorously at what seemed to be her attempt at retaliating. He leant forward once more, tracing the outline of her lip with his tongue, slipping it into her mouth as he kissed her, exploring her mouth, teasing her tentative own. She whimpered at the loss of his lips as he pulled away once more, feeling his hands slide up from her waist to her back, tugging at the buttons at the back of her dress. He was infinitely slower and softer than he had been the previous night, letting her feel as though she had some control over the situation this time.

"Trust me."

Belle relaxed at the sound of his voice, soothing and somehow familiar in its sincerity, his hands against her back, pressing her chest to his own as he undid her dress button by button, kissing her neck and shoulders. She shivered as he bit her neck softly, gasping at the combination of slight pain intermingled with pleasure, his deft fingers making short work of the fastenings. She clutched the fabric to her chest as he slid the straps down her shoulders and arms, kissing everywhere his fingers went. Her breath came short and fast as he gently pulled her hands down, the front of her dress falling with them as his firm kisses distracted her from any embarrassment she might have been feeling, his smooth hands gliding along her shoulderblades and down her back, then moving one along her ribs and up her chest, lightly cupping her breast. He felt her stiffen in his arms, trying to pull back, but he held her firm, whispering gentle reassurances to her between kisses as he began to circle her nipple with his thumb, eliciting a muffled whimper of pleasure, her nipple quickly hardening under his touch, sparks of pleasure shooting past her stomach. Breaking away from her lips, he shifted his head downwards, catching the other between his lips and flicking his tongue across it rapidly, his thumb beginning to rub harder. She tipped her head back, daring to raise a hand and run her fingers through his hair as she tried desperately to hold back a moan as he started to suck, rubbing the flat of his tongue across her nipple as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled away, looking up at her flushed face, a slightly crooked smile appearing. 

"Does that feel good?" he asked, still gently pinching her nipple, as if her reaction wasn't answer enough.

"I...Ah! Yes, sir, that- that feels very good..." she managed to reply between gasps.

"Soon I shall make you feel a hundred times better than that, but you have to do as I say, aye?" he said, bringing his head back upwards, planting a kiss on her arched neck. She nodded, eyes still closed as she gave a quiet moan.

"Mmm....good girl." he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe. "I think we should go and have lunch, don't you?"

Belle opened her eyes, looking horrified as he let his hand drop down to her waist. "But...sir, I want to...I want you to...."

"I know, I know. All in good time, cheri. Do as I say, remember?"

Whining softly, she sighed, lowering her head as he helped her pull her dress back on, doing it up for her, only now beginning to feel confusion and worry over what she had just let him do. It had felt so good, and he promised her pleasures even greater than that, but what would the cost be? Her virginity? Her freedom? Because despite no matter how kind he was to her, how apologetic he was each time he hurt her, she was still desperately resolute that she would not spend her days trapped like some sort of pet.



Belle Ch. 02



The quick jolt of turbulence shook her awake from the travel slumber. In minutes, the flight crew was in full bustle just as the First Officer came on to announce the beginning of their descent towards JFK airport.

As she cleared the sleep haze, Belle's glance lazily climbed her long, nylon-covered legs. Up from her new, black patent leather Christian Louboutins to the hem of her tight-fitting pencil skirt. The hint of the lace band revealed the elegance of thigh high stockings in lieu of the practicality of pantyhose. As she shifted in her seat, a smirk emerged with the delicate feel of the La Perla silk thong against her smooth shaved cunt.

How wicked the sensation indeed. Without looking, Belle knew how swollen her labia were. The wetness between her legs to be sure was a sensuous mixture of her excitement with his. She had grown to revel knowing each time he finished in her that she would have the satisfaction of feeling his warm cum drip out of her for the rest of the night or day.

Belle gazed to the left out her cloud-filled window, but saw only his reflection. Alexander. Her husband of two months.

Belle's nipples stiffened as she turned her head back to the right to catch a deep satisfying breath of his earthy cologne. Dressed in his crisp business suit, sipping his expresso, Alexander appeared as if he was gracing a Forbes magazine cover. Every inch of this man sent tingling sensations through Belle she had never known the likes of before.

The sights and sounds of Paris for a long weekend now winding to a close. But all she could muster was memory after memory of him fucking her. She had pleaded for a romance-filled getaway. But such fulfillment, she had not hoped for.

The hours had flowed from one sexual fantasy to another. In the hotel room upon arrival. In the shower before dinner. On the hotel balcony after dinner. Him inside her as he spooned her after midnight. Her riding him as the sunlight broke through the curtains the next morning. And then the next day.

Yes, she knew she would be sore for a week. But a sacrifice any woman would make in a heartbeat.

Just last week, the foreseeable future was work and no play. Belle was nursing mindlessly on her dangling eyeglasses as she keyboarded yet another set of project data. The rhythm of her fingers broke only as her iPhone began to chirp repeatedly announcing the message arrival.

Cryptic. "La Première suites. Heels, stockings and nothing else." Belle loved mystery.

That evening, Belle awaited Alexander in the lounge of Le Bernadin. Business notwithstanding, Alexander was never late. So Belle always made it a point to be early. The corner table at the far side of the bar always allowed her to display herself so that Alexander would be the envy of every man (and woman) upon his arrival.

Tonight was no exception. Wolford style the choice. The Fatal dress hugged every curve of her 36D-24-34 toned figure. The Twenties Stay-Ups embellished her legs. The flirty fishnet thigh highs made her seem more statuesque than her 5'5" height, even capped with the 4" lift of her Jimmy Choo Mutya stiletto heels.

Belle had several Wolford Fatal dresses from which to choose, but opted for Chianti Red. The sheerness of the dress revealed her large, pink areolas in any lighter color. Sure, the protrusion of her erect nipples anytime she was braless would not be less discreet. But only the closest viewers would be distracted by the display. And this evening she wished that to be Alexander alone.

As she slid across the lounge seat to greet Alexander as arrived, Belle felt the cool air waft against her bare pussy. Freshly shaved before she slipped the thin dress on. As ordered, heels, stockings and nothing else.

But as it turned out, Belle's gift was premature. Alexander leaned forward with one of his own. Amethyst adorned Tiffany Paloma Picasso drop earrings.

"To match your eyes. These would look a fabulous sight, especially swinging to and fro."

"And what might bring about such a motion?" Belle replied seductively.

Belle's lemon drop martini seemed even sweeter as Alexander painted her a visual picture of the new La Première suites on the Air France flight to Paris. Privacy may be illusive and costly on a commercial airline. But Belle's lips robustly against Alexander's was all the price of admission necessary.

As Belle zipped up her carry-on luggage and turned, her iPhone interrupted again, signaling the start of the adventure to come. The clack of her sling-back heels on the wood floors closely following by the ground hum of her roller bag was a fine bon voyage.

The car service sped Belle and Alexander uneventfully to JFK to catch the evening flight. Belle's travel couture was a Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress in a snow leopard design. Providing comfort and access to anything that would lie ahead. Classically alluring.

As the passing streetlights on the Grand Central Parkway gave rise to one shadow after another, Alexander's hand deftly parted Belle's dress. Without hesitation, he was exploring the upper limits of Belle's thigh. She smiled as she knew that the Maison Close Pure Tentation cat suit underneath was a pleasing discovery for Alexander. No doubt the TSA scanners too would be happy beneficiaries of the lingerie choice.

The La Première suites on board configured nicely to allow Belle and Alexander to dine together. The wine and surprisingly fine food made fitting accompaniments to the Mile High Club seduction.

As the aircraft lifted past the Labrador Coast, the cabin lights dimmed and the crew service faded into the background. The First Class flight attendants feigned disinterest in the palpable chemistry between the sexy couple.

Monique leaned into her Purser's side with a slight nod in the direction of Seat 2L. The 24-year old from the tiny town of Miribel in eastern France had dreamed of flying off to exotic lands ever since she was a little girl. Now a tall 175 cm with pomegranate hair and a lean figure, Monique had rebuffed more than a couple serious modeling offers for service as a hôtesse de l'air.

Like the passengers and her crewmates, Monique was enthralled by Belle and Alexander from the moment they boarded the aircraft. Not celebrities as far as she knew, but something instantly captivating. Gracious for sure. And focused without aloofness.

Monique's whisper fell almost inaudible. "Attendre, regardez . . . . Wait, look."

As the suite curtains drew closed, the reading light inside was all that remained to illuminate the scene. Every voyeuristic instinct compelled Monique to lean forward, only the bulkhead holding her steady.

She saw Alexander rise and imagined the commanding voice that caused Belle to move forward in her seat to match him. The healthy air flow in the first class cabin would deny Monique any aural satisfaction.

As Belle orchestrated the removal of Alexander's belt and guided his boxer briefs down past his thighs, Monique swallowed involuntarily. The profile of these attractive passengers engaging in oral sex just steps from her would be etched in Monique's memories forever. The brazenness was electrifying.

Watching Belle's glossy, painted lips engulfing Alexander's prominent cock exceeded any fantasy Monique had dared.

Fellating Alexander was far from a chore for Belle. She luxuriated in his cock being in her mouth. Her tongue loved bathing his head. Covering each inch of his shaft with long, deliberate licks.

Monique felt the tightening of her nipples and the tingling that ran down between her legs. The excitement surprised her, reminding Monique that a sensual woman with wants and needs now embodied the small town girl inside.

As the flush continued to overtake her body, Monique was treated to Belle shedding her silk wrap dress. The sight of the lady sheathed in her cat suit was stunning. Monique, of course, had seen other women, her female co-workers and roommates, in underwear before. But nothing came close to the erotic event before her now.

The sheer material strained to encase Belle's beautiful, full breasts. Still in her stiletto heels, Belle's legs were shapely and toned. Nothing shy of a thoroughbred's.

With almost feline grace, Belle turned to assume her favorite position, at least outside the boudoir. Steadying her grip on the seat back as Alexander moved behind her, Belle turned her head to follow his gaze. Her sultry smile and approving nod. The unequivocal invitation to mount her. Belle's eyes belied any resistance her low moans may have offered.

The enjoyment of sucking Alexander's cock always made Belle's pussy nice and wet. Between that and her saliva still glistening on his penis, she knew her pussy would accept him readily. Still, that initial thrust, as he firmly slid his cock into her, evoked a gasp of delight that never ceased to amaze her.

Belle had only a handful of lovers before Alexander. Her recollection now was that they were all boys despite their maturity. That colored hindsight was unquestionably ruled by the fabulous fucking she was now receiving.

Before Alexander, her sexual repertoire was limited to missionary position with a condom until her partner climaxed. Belle had always thought that the female orgasm depended on manual clitoral stimulation. Stories otherwise were the stuff of urban myth, she mused. Mutual climax meant she brought herself off with her hand after sex.

But the first time Alexander made love to Belle, her world view changed instantly. She had never felt a man inside her until that moment. In that twilight, she recognized immediately that Alexander's penis was longer and thicker than those she encountered with prior boyfriends. But she did not appreciate what a difference it would truly mean.

Belle was overtaken by sensations previously unbeknownst. It seemed like every inch of Alexander's hard cock was touching parts of her vagina for the first time.

The awkwardness of sex with a new partner did not materialize with this man. Alexander fucked Belle into her first orgasm during intercourse. Belle laid there unbelieving what had happened. The experience was so novel, they paused to allow the reality to set in, before continuing their lovemaking into the early morning.

What happened in the weeks afterwards seemed to be a string of shattered misconceptions about sex that Belle had held as unfortunate truths. Multiple orgasm, orgasm on top, orgasm doggie style. Now she knew. Alexander was able to bring Belle off without any clitoral stimulation. Her first vaginal orgasm brought sounds of satisfaction, as well as tears, to this 34-year old that she did not know were within her.

Being fucked from behind became Belle's guilty pleasure. And if not just that, she relished oral sex, giving and receiving. Tasting him. Begging him to finish in her mouth. Swallowing, always. Once bright lines. Now erased until no lines were discernible. 

Belle's reminiscence this evening especially swirled around a hotel adventure the first time Alexander fucked her from behind. Pressed against the floor to ceiling window. An arousing display of steamy hand and breast impressions for the fortuitous onlookers in the adjacent high rise. Belle had never even fantasized about being fucked like this. Ever. In clear view. Oh my.

A fleeting thought that none of her past lovers had been long enough to take her this way. The disappointing inability of her first boyfriend to stay inside her when they made a feeble attempt at the position. Poor guy, he was just too small to make it work.

The flashback giving way to the exquisite feeling of Alexander in her again and again. No question his cock was pure perfection for her. But it was the power. Belle was so turned on by the power of his thrusts, the power he had to take her, the power he had to make her come. Animalistic power.

"Yes, yes, that's it . . . . Fuck me harder, that's right, do me."

She found herself repeating these same words as her focus returned to the curtained first class cubicle. Belle knew from the taste of pre-cum on Alexander's cock earlier that he would be ready. But she also knew he would fuck her until she came first. He always saw to that.

So she bent her knees just a bit more to allow Alexander's thrusts to reach the deepest part of her womb. Caring not for an understanding of anatomy and physiology, Belle never tried to figure out the dynamics of their coupling. It was enough that she could just feel his cock bring her to the place that would carry her helplessly to climax.

As Belle came, she rocked back on her heels. As her vaginal spasms began to subside, she felt Alexander flood her insides. "That's right, babe . . . . I can feel you spurting in me . . . . I want it, give it all to me."

Monique was transfixed. She had never seen anything so erotic. Not on film, not in her dreams. Definitely not in such real proximity. The lump in her throat took more than a second to clear. She felt her whole body flush with desire.

And as if by encore, Belle turned around, moving once again down onto her knees. Taking Alexander's still hard cock and licking him clean. Belle rose to kiss a breathless Alexander. Coating both their lips with each other's sexual fluids was always the most loving affection.

Monique stood in continued awe. And then her ankle gave way slightly to misbalance. Enough to alert at least one of the spent couple of the pretty flight attendant's presence.

With her hands still embracing Alexander, Belle peered through the curtains and mirrored Monique's stare with conviction. Expressionless, but with unmistakable acknowledgement of the publicity of the display. The satiated predator. Unrepentant.

Suddenly taken with propriety, Monique retreated first, moving back behind the bulkhead. With the majority of the night flight in front of them, Monique raised not one eyebrow among her crew team when she excused herself for an extended restroom refresh.

Monique could not recall her body ever being so uncontrollably aroused. In the stark light of the restroom, Monique looked at her reflection into the eyes of a stranger. She saw a woman rubbing her breasts. Squeezing her nipples roughly through her lace bra. Her other hand moving inside the crotch of her pantyhose. Quickly. Vigorously. Purposefully.

In seconds, Monique climaxed. But it was almost unsatisfying. A release without relief. In the blink of an eye, Monique's little girl inside scolded her back to her duty station. A hand wash. A lipstick touch up. A covered blush the only betrayal of the masturbatory blur.

When the cabin lights illuminated to herald the morning landing, the other First Class suite occupants showed no awareness of the sexual frenzy that had taken place within their sensory limits.

Belle's interest was captured by the glimpse of a perfectly coiffed flight attendant down on one knee before Alexander. Belle wondered how much of an up skirt display Alexander was being treated to.

The flight attendant soon rose and spun around on her heels to resume her duties in the galley. The residual was small notecard Monique had placed nonchalantly on Alexander's seat desk. Belle watched further as Alexander retrieved the note and placed it unread in the stowage pocket.

Inside the airport terminal, Belle squeezed Alexander's arm as their arrival was announced by the triumphant sounds of her heels on the concourse. In her most mischievous tone, Belle inquired of Alexander, "So you made a new friend among the flight crew, I see."

Alexander chuckled his reply, "It is you, my sweet, who made quite the impression. Nothing more than reflexive social mores that brought her to me for us. Poor thing. She could barely broach the subject."

True, Belle remembered Monique's eyes from last night. "What did she want?"

"Monique sought our pardon for her intrusion into our privacy after dinner."

"And?" Belle pried.

"And she offered her informal services as a guide to our brief stay in the City of Lights."

"You dismissed her?"

"Ambiguity was my only demurrer. I told her we would be staying at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée and that perhaps fate would cross our paths again."

Belle wrapped her arm even more tightly around Alexander's. "Our weekend fate awaits."



Belle Ch. 03



For the next few days he barely spoke to her despite being within sight of her nearly all the time. They ate in near silence -- which didn't disappoint Belle, saving her the effort of having to speak to him or discuss what her future might entail. She was still deeply ashamed at her reaction to him previously and took great pains to avoid letting herself get into that situation again, letting him know with a glare every time he approached her that she didn't want the events to be repeated. Even so, she hadn't disobeyed him or acted in such a way that required anything more than gentle scolding so far, as if his reminders to do as he said had lodged firmly within her subconscious.

Upon seeing that she had a thinly-hidden love of books, he had allowed her to entertain herself in the library nearest the bedroom between meals, trusting her with his beloved collections of literature. Though he was frequently either in there with her or just a few metres on the other side of the door he made sure to lock her in every time, still not entirely trusting her.

"But what happens when I want to come out?" she had asked, the first time he had checked the lock was working properly.

"Knock on the door and I'll let you out, simple."

"And what if you are on the other side of the castle?"

"I'll hear you nonetheless."

She had wanted to argue with him and say he wouldn't, that he would end up forgetting about her until dinnertime, fears of being left alone in the library overnight worrying her, but had kept quiet, and he had been right; every time she had knocked to be let out she had heard the jangle of the keys within minutes.

Anyone else might have felt trapped, locked in the dusty room with only books for company, but Belle thrived, grateful for some escapism in the tomes that told of far-off lands and exotic adventures, and rather than feeling like a bird in a cage she felt freer than before, no longer constrained by being under his ever-watchful eye. She felt safe in the library; it was her haven, and she even curled up on the couches and slept occasionally, knowing he could not sneak in and surprise her with another kiss as the heavy doors opened with a loud creak which would wake anyone. What he did during these times was a mystery to her; she supposed he may have been writing, like he had been when she had first seen him, and he must have prepared meals because when they ate he brought out each course swiftly. Either that or he had a hidden fleet of kitchen staff working away all day.

She was right in one sense; he did write, keeping a journal, but more often than not he ended up quietly sliding across the secret panel behind one of the shelves and gazing at her, watching as her face light up with excitement as she turned the page of whatever volume she was holding, only wishing he could have the same effect on her. After spanking her so thoroughly before -- an act which he now thought may have been too harsh -- he was leaving her to her own devices now, hoping that once she got settled in she would become happier, but her distaste towards him only seemed to heighten; though it had to be said that she daren't be rude or mouthy towards him once more, and anything he asked of her was done quickly even if accompanied by a scowl. He found it dizzying sometimes, the way her mood towards him could change in an instant, when her graceful thanks for allowing her to use the library were replaced with a pout as soon as he told her to get changed for dinner, neither ever accompanied by any willing physical touch from her.

Yet at night she would cling to him for hours on end, never properly sleeping soundly as she tossed and turned for hours. He would lay awake with her, hoping his presence at least helped to calm her, not wanting to give her anything to help her sleep in case it had unwanted or unpleasant side effects.

He had, in fact, made up the room next to his for her, the door of which was lockable from the outside and it also had another door leading into his room, but the first night she had tried to sleep in there she was in his bed again within the hour, and that is where she had stayed. He'd also somehow procured a wardrobe of new dresses and clothes for her; though she wondered how, she didn't ask him where he had gotten them from, putting on the new clothes without a quarrel.

But of course, he wasn't going to wait for her to be ready forever.

They were in bed together, she sleeping, one Sunday morning when he had suddenly been overcome with an urge for her. He'd had them previously but had been careful not to let her see or feel his excitement, taking care of himself behind closed doors when she was in the library. This time, though, he had just awoken from a particularly pleasant dream and since over a week had passed since the spanking and their encounter, he decided that now was a better time than ever to continue that.

Delicate lips, almost too soft to be a man's, pressed lightly against her neck, just below her ear. She frowned but didn't make a sound, thinking she was still dreaming. He slid his hand round her side and down her thigh, stroking her leg lightly. Belle wiggled slightly, stretching her legs out and parting them slightly, a small smile appearing as the hand moved further upwards.

"Belle...Belle, wake up, cheri." he murmured, kissing her neck again. Slowly her eyes flickered open and in confusion she looked about, realising the hand between her legs.

"What have you done to me?" she asked, her voice more of a plea for knowledge than a demand.

"Nothing, I swear." He bestowed a kiss on her forehead. "I simply wanted to wake you for once rather than leaving the bed before you woke." His hand slid to her knee and back again, the lightest of touches. She shivered, letting his lips press against her ear as he whispered to her, "Come, let us bath together. I want to reward you for being so good for me."

"A bath with you? - Sir?"

"Mhmm." She felt him nuzzle her neck lazily, his hand reaching round to her other hip and pulling her so she shifted onto her back. She kept her arms folded loosely across her body, her head cradled in the crook of his arm and tipped upwards so her eyes met his. They were only half open, his dark lashes lowered, and the corner of his lip curled upwards in an appreciative smile. She realised it was the first time she'd woken up in bed with him; the previous mornings he had already been at his desk, or in the dining room, or in one of the libraries. It was the first time she'd woken up with anyone, come to think of it. 

"You are so beautiful, cheri. Even when you frown and cry out in your sleep, you are pretty." he murmured to her, kissing her forehead, brushing a chestnut curl from her eyes. She felt his foot brush her ankle lightly, and for once didn't push him back or draw away. 

"Why do you live alone?" she asked, if nothing but to distract his contemplative gaze. As hoped, his eyes darted downward, and he gave a long, drawn-out sigh, heavy with despondence. 

He groaned, realising she wasn't about to let him tempt her into anything. "I fear if I told you, you'd be even less inclined to stay. You wouldn't want to be here in the slightest."

"I don't want to be here anyway." she said wilfully, perplexed to see a flicker of amusement in his blue eyes. "I don't." she repeated, more assertively.

"You could have escaped by now if you really wanted to. But you haven't. And even more so, you are lying in bed with me right now, and seem happy enough to do so. You don't hate it here as much as you want to. That much is obvious." he said softly. Belle tried to get angry at him, tell him to stop assuming things, but she knew he wasn't - he had just observed what was true. 

"I'd enjoy my stay a lot more if I was here of my own free will. If you weren't so insistent on having this....power over me." she muttered.

"You are here of your own will. You chose to take your father's place." he reminded her gently, and she let out a strangled growl of irritation.

"It's not the same...." she said finally.

"Belle. if you want to go, then go. Now."

She started, lips parted in a silent utterance of confusion, and he continued.

"If you dislike it here as much as you profess, then leave, and don't ever come back, or speak of this place to anyone else. Your father's debt will be unpaid, but I'll overlook that."

Uncertain if there was a hidden catch, she bit the inside of her cheek. "And if I choose to stay?"

"Then things will continue as they are, but you won't have this opportunity again. At least, not that I can foresee."

"So I leave now or stay here forever?"

"I never said forever, or that another...chance for discussing the terms of your staying wouldn't arise. I don't know how long I will want you to stay here, but in that time I will at least look after you. Feed you, clothe you. Love you, if you'll do the same back. But if you know you could never be happy here, it is not my authority to force you to remain here." There was a sadness in his tone and Belle couldn't decide whether to pity him or be frustrated at him for the guilt she was already feeling.

"I don't know. I don't know what I want."

She thought of the village, her father. Their house, where she slept on the floor because they could only afford one bed, and the last of their savings which would probably be just enough to survive meagrely on for another few months, and then she would have to find work, a tough duty for a woman with no real education to speak of, not as strong as a man, no skills in dressmaking - that, or marry. Marrying Gaston seemed to be her best hope, as he was one of the richer men in town and could at least afford to put food on the table with the leftovers of what was spent on drink. He probably wouldn't hit her, at least not as harshly as some of the other men in the village might do, but she knew he would come home in the early hours of the morning smelling of another woman. 

She thought of here, what might happen if she chose to stay. The castle was big enough to avoid seeing him often, and there were enough bedrooms to ensure she wouldn't have to be his bedmate if she decided as such. She could earn her keep by cleaning or cooking rather than...unsavoury things, so that she wouldn't feel like a kept woman. But still, the matter of her father remained. She doubted if he had even returned home alive, and if he had...he didn't know how to look after himself properly or feed himself.

"You've be silent for a long time, Belle." he said, still awaiting her answer.

"I would stay if it weren't for my father. That is, if he survived the trip through the forest." She looked at him accusingly, reminding him it was his fault if anything had happened.

"I never made him come here, Belle, but since you asked - in a manner - , he arrived back at the village safely. I made sure of that."

"How -? You were here all night, you never..."

"I will explain to you another time. Just trust me. What would I gain from lying to you? As for the matter of his care...I could arrange for him to be looked after, if that is genuinely the only thing stopping you from making your decision. Would that please you?"

"I don't want your charity."

"It's not charity; it's payment for your company. How about for every year you stay, I sell, say, three of your new dresses, and send the money to your father, in instalments? You shan't miss them, I'm sure, and it might make you feel better about the whole arrangement."

Belle nodded dumbly, stunned as she realised how expensive the dresses must have been if they were worth enough to live on for a year. 

"Then it is settled?"

"On one condition."

He glanced down at her, wondering what demands she had to make. "Aye?"

"Let me know your name. Please."

He rolled his eyes at her, put his lips close to her ear. "Ezra." he muttered, almost secretively. "Now come bath with me."



Belle Ch. 03



The fall day could not be more glorious. The sunshine and warmth the last vestige before slipping back into the gray.

A weekend getaway in the City of Lights. The eventful overnight flight from the City That Never Sleeps chronicled in Belle Ch. 02. . . .

The black Mercedes sedan reached the conclusion of its forty-five minute journey from Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. The final turn down avenue Montaigne to the Hôtel Plaza Athénée.

As Alexander exited the vehicle, he exhaled with lazy contentment. There were many other luxurious Paris hotels, but something about the Plaza Athénée that felt like a home away from home.

As he made his way curbside, Alexander crumpled into the doorman. The sturdy man stood agape as the car door opened and Belle emerged. Breathtaking was an understatement.

Black stockings encasing her long, toned legs. The flash of the thigh high lace tops and the riveting color of the black patent leather red-soled stiletto heels. The bustle in the hotel entryway came motionless in silence, even if just for a second.

Alexander was fortunate to have known many beautiful women, including a few aspiring actresses and models. But none like Belle.

While the thirty year old woman was no longer regularly mistaken for a girl, an almost ethereal freshness surrounded her wherever she went. Those around her powerless to hide a return smile.

Dressed smartly in designer couture, she radiated elegance and allure. The stares of by-standers continued as Belle took Alexander's arm and proceeded inside. The click of her heels on the marble lobby floor announced their arrival.

Their suite was a jewel of French haute interior design. Richly adorned in warm, crimson and gold tones and textures.

As instructed, the doors to the quaint balcony had been left open to summon the crisp breeze. A bottle of Nicolas Feuillatte Brut Réserve Champagne awaited the couple. A perfect welcome.

Belle stepped onto the landing. The sunlight bathing her face so soothing it tamed the cacophony of Parisian traffic below.

As Alexander seated himself at the bistro table, he soaked in the vision of his sweet Belle. Her tight pencil skirt hinted at the absence of her usual thong panty. The lace tops of her thigh high stockings peeking just below. But the view was outdone by the sight of her big, full breasts straining against the ivory silk blouse. Her sheer bra unable to hide her nipples from poking through, beckoning.

Belle felt Alexander's arms embrace her from behind. Even with the four inch Christian Louboutin heels promoting her petite five foot five stature, she was easily enveloped by her lover's muscled frame.

She sensed Alexander's stiffness against her ass, knowing that the fleeting contact was having the precise effect she wished. Turning to face him, Belle arched her back purposely, displaying her finest charms. Indeed, pressing her bountiful breasts into Alexander's chest never failed to reward Belle with the rise of his full manhood.

Belle retreated inside with an unmistakable come hither.

More a spa salon than a bathroom, the suite amenities left hardly a desire. A heavy warm mist obscured the couple from all view as the steam shower for two hissed with force.

An irrepressible gasp of pleasure left Belle as Alexander began to plunge into her repeatedly. She still marveled at the ability to feel his cock inside her. Nicely thick, every inch of him stretched her so well. Before Alexander, Belle had never been taken from behind, never standing. She mused for a split second that none of her past boyfriends possessed equipment of the length needed for the task.

Before Alexander, she also never orgasmed during intercourse. But beyond the sensation of their physical coupling, the excitement of it all kept Belle on the edge of climax from the start. The mere fantasy of being taken by a powerful man like this was enough to bring her off. Yes, she like being fucked in this position best.

Belle could not help but notice how the luxuriating hot water caused her cunt to swell invitingly. She had always been shy about her fleshy labia. Not the dainty slit of a teen model. With her pussy regularly shaved bare for Alexander, there was no question she was all woman.

Belle could see her cunt lips hug his gorgeous penis, as if sucking him into her hungrily. Her palms pressed even harder against the shower wall as the force of Alexander's thrusts from behind brought Belle to the first of her orgasms.

Only with Alexander did Belle understand that the romance novels of her childhood were speaking of such heights. Like most women ignorant of such things, Belle's orgasms were quite mechanical, all requiring manual clitoral stimulation. But being fucked doggie style or standing from behind by Alexander required none of that. Belle now knew that any woman who sounded dismissive of the extraordinary nature of a vaginal orgasm was telling tales.

Alexander always saw to it that Belle came first. If a man's got to have his routines, this was one she could live with, smiled Belle.

But Belle also knew Alexander would be ready. She loved tasting him during foreplay. The feel of his cock in her mouth as she bathed him with her tongue made pussy wet, unconsciously without exception. Today, even after their mile high affair during the overnight airline flight, Alexander had dribbled a healthy amount of pre-cum into her mouth right when they first entered the shower.

Rocking back against him, Belle turned her head, looking behind to pique Alexander's sexual intensity. With her most affected husky voice, she moaned, "That's right lover, shoot it in me. Give me that huge load baby. Do me all over. I want to feel it dripping out of me all night."

And with that, she swore she could feel the hot flood of Alexander's release inside her as she met his climax with her own.

As she felt him withdraw from her, Belle again knelt in front of her man, licking the cum still dripping from his softening penis. She had grown to crave tasting their combined juices each time they made love as a confirmation of the passion just experienced.

Well satisfied, Alexander kissed his wife deeply. Belle offered a seductive wink as her glorious nakedness slipped behind the soapy suds . . . .

Still adjusting to the jet lag, Belle and Alexander had planned a late supper. Le Cinq at the Four Seasons Hotel George V was sure to be a gastronomic delight.

Escorting Belle to their table, Alexander acted as nonchalant as he could. Not easy to feign, however, as Belle had chosen one of her most daring outfits for their first night. Wolford style the choice as usual. The Fatal dress hugged every curve of her 36D-24-34 toned figure. But unlike her de rigeur color choice of black or red, Belle dismissed all modesty. The sheerness of the dress fabric revealed her large, pink areolas in any lighter color. Which was precisely why Belle donned her pink Fatal dress this evening.

Belle enjoyed how being braless in this dress made Alexander's mouth water. If black or red had been the color choice, only the closest viewers would be distracted by the display. This evening, the protrusion of her erect nipples highlighting the unfettered view of her areolas, Belle could not be less discreet. No gaze at the restaurant would be averted tonight.

Indeed, the confidence with which Belle carried herself tested Alexander's sense of propriety. But nothing could contain the manly pride surrounding his trophy.

The couple eschewed social mores again when they insisted to be seated next to each other. Belle nuzzled against Alexander as they sipped Kir Royale cocktails, without a care over the spectacle monopolizing the attention of staff and guest alike. Prying eyes protesting that the fine table linens offered not even the slightest hint of the exploration between Belle's thighs upon which Alexander's hand had embarked.

The sumptuous meal was only less memorable because of its competition with the sexual energy Belle's presence in the dining room had generated. Alexander could not recall being less able to suppress an erection than the moment he was treated to the vision of Belle strutting back to the table from the ladies room. Her big, beautiful breasts jiggling with each step only the way braless breasts could move. Her swaying hips and her sexy legs turning heads in her wake.

Satiating their hunger only swelled their passion. As they bid the chef and servers adieu, onlookers were left perspiring from the imagined heat that the embrace between these lovers would surely bring later.

The click of Belle's stiletto heels on the hotel lobby floor once again seemed to call the same wave of turned heads in the direction opposite from that where she had left them just hours ago.

But among the elicited looks of envy was a visage Belle seemed to recognize. An uncertain recollection. A replica of the attentive voyeur in the dimly lit First Class cabin last night. Different, yet the same. Now without the uniform of an Air France air hostess.

Still caught in her reciprocal gaze, Belle heard Alexander speak first.

"Monique, qu'est-ce que vous faites ici? What are you doing here?"



Belle Ch. 04



Monique had been in heat since watching the gorgeous couple fucking in the First Class cabin. The 24-year old Air France flight attendant was at home in Paris, but felt a welling unease. An animalistic restlessness still harbored her soul hours after the encounter. The passion radiating from behind the privacy curtain was something she had never dreamed of, much less beheld. She had been enraptured by a vision she would never forget.

All sense of professionalism had left her when she approached Alexander before deplaning to offer herself to the couple as a tour guide to the City of Lights. With this otherwise innocent gesture, Monique had taken her first step down an uncertain path. And when Alexander mentioned that he and Belle would be staying at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée, Monique heard only a genuine invitation to join them.

Just as she stepped forward toward to greet the Americans once again did it occur to her that Alexander's exchange might have been a mere politeness. Suddenly, a noticeable blush overcame Monique, and her stride became unstable. But tilting sideways off balance, Monique was immediately steadied by Alexander's outstretched arm.

Monique brushed the awkwardness off and regained her tall 175 cm stature.

"So nice to see you again," Belle approached. And with that, any apprehension lifted like a fog burning off in the sun's warmth. Alexander knew well the sign of Belle's tacit approval of the rendezvous.

"Pardon. Sorry to come see you unexpectedly," Monique mustered in the sweetest French girl accent. "I suppose that you might be in the Bar au Plaza Athénée, so I thought to take a chance. I hope it is not too forward of me."

Belle demurred by action, leaning to greet Monique with the customary, four kisses on alternate cheeks. "Not at all, you are most welcome to share the evening with this old lady and her fancy man."

Then Belle clasped her arm to Monique's. As the two glided across the lobby towards the lounge like longtime friends, Monique could not ignore the voluptuousness of Belle's braless breast against her.

The hostess led the party to the corner table where Monique took a seat opposite Belle. As she looked up, Monique realized that the gazes of the other lounge guests had followed this parade intently.

Indeed, the threesome was quite the spectacle. Belle's curvaceous figure was again on display. Her big, round tits embellished by her prominent nipples and areolas. Classic bombshell by any definition.

And across, at four inches taller, Monique was the perfect mannequin. Like a lanky thoroughbred, yet all ingénue.

Alexander mused how Belle always seemed drawn to female beauty. It was not uncommon for Belle's head to be turned in concert with those of the men attuned to a sexy woman nearby. Tonight was no different. Belle appeared to be slipping into an intoxication with their new, nubile friend.

As the ladies continued making their acquaintance, Alexander tapped quickly on his iPhone. Their next stop being arranged.

Two Cosmopolitans later, Belle and Alexander strolled lazily up the avenue George V once again, now with Monique intertwined.

Le Crazy Horse never failed to stir up a sidewalk commotion as the patrons gathered for the renowned cabaret. Alexander never cared much for the cramped tables, but the entertainment was a staple of Parisian nightlife. Part Vegas strip show, part Radio City Rockettes, but without equal.

And tonight, the ladies night was not defined by the showgirls, but by the incendiary combination Belle and Monique were creating. The firm, bare breasts of the tall and remarkably thin performers jiggling proudly from one set to another fueled the combustion as well as the emptying glasses being quickly refreshed with bottles of Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame.

Monique felt the buzz. Her lips parted to allow a breath to escape as she took Belle's hand into her own. Easing the silken fabric of Belle's Fatal dress back, Monique pressed her caress up Belle's thigh. Past the lace stocking tops to the smooth flesh.

Belle nuzzled Alexander with a deep kiss as Monique's fingers ran gingerly past Belle's swollen, wet labia.

"Would it turn you on knowing a sexy French girl is playing with your wife's cunt right next to you?" Belle whispered into Alexander's mouth. Alexander's gentle nibble on Belle's tongue spoke the affirmative.

Belle broke with Alexander and turned to Monique. Locking stares with the Middle Eastern businessman at the next table, Belle opened Monique lips with a soulful kiss. The effect was unmistakable. Monique involuntarily moaned her acquiescence. Heads around them turned away from the performers to view the Sapphic display on this side of the stage.

The flashing strobes setting off the next performance number prompted Belle's retraction. The sound of clearing throats of captivated bystanders declared the break.

But as the stage lights returned to blackness, Monique pressed her digital play further.

Any perspective on the scene would belie that fact that Belle had never been brought to climax by another woman before. The furrow on Belle's brow was a telltale of the ecstasy. She was shocked that this young lass was able to bring her off so quickly. Not an intense orgasm, but certainly enough to take her breath away.

And while Alexander still saw Monique as coquettish, Belle now knew different. Watching Monique bring her fingers, wet with Belle's fresh juices, to her lips convinced Belle of this girl's propensity to depravity.

And for perhaps the first time in her life, Monique saw herself as a woman. In control, confident, unabashed in her sexuality. She knew this where she was meant to be. Nowhere else in the world. No other time than right now.

The audience's exit from the theater included lingering looks of speculation and envy. To be sure, there were other seductively adorned ladies. But by their looks in the warming house lights, all seemed to be exchanging companionship for financial compensation from their foreign businessman escorts.

As Alexander parted the crowd, it closed smartly behind Belle as the semi-sheer fabric of her dress did its best to remain covering her swaying hips and bottom. Keeping secret the slickness of her bare pussy just inches away.

The cool night air returned the three from the dreamscape. But reality only confirmed the free will.

"Monique, would you care to join us for a nightcap in our hotel suite? Belle asked rhetorically.

"Let me reconfirm something, please," Monique replied as she regained a professional face briefly. With a privacy step to the side, Monique clicked through her smartphone for her assignment schedule.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Alexander asked as he pulled Belle closer. Belle wondered whether Alexander's embrace was an attempt at modesty as she had little doubt her nipples were protruding stiffly for all to behold.

"Too bad you missed the best part. But if there's a second act, you should insist on audience participation," Belle retorted.

"I fly out afternoon tomorrow," Monique reemerged.

"And tonight?" inquired Belle.



Belle Ch. 05



The mirrored reflection revealed someone other than the demure 24-year old Air France flight attendant known to Monique's friends and family. Indeed, the tall 175 cm redhead, dressed fashionably in a red satin camisole and black skinny jeans, was no innocent bystander tonight. Rather, Monique embodied an alluring vixen who had ingratiated herself willingly with the American couple on a weekend getaway.

Monique patted away the silky sheen of perspiration from her décolletage. The blush of excitement still evident after her naughty public display at the nightclub.

The lace top of her bra visually highlighted Monique's perky 75C (34B) breasts. The long, svelte silhouette hinted of mannequin over bombshell. Letting down her long, pomegranate mane was the last symbol of deliberation.

She could count just six past lovers. Only three of them men. And then, maybe the men only boys. But even that number overstated her experience. Fumbling, awkward, and quick being the unfortunately appropriate adjectives for her bedroom activity with either sex.

How amazing then, that here she stood in the bathroom of the luxury hotel suite of a foreign couple she had met only the day before. Literally dripping with excitement and anticipation. Ready to be deflowered in a way she had unconsciously longed for.

Monique traced the contours of the marble sink, taking in the fragrance of the eponymous toiletries that bore the Hôtel Plaza Athénée mark. This was no hasty, one night stand to be sure.

Still shy of 40, Alexander carried himself with confidence and charisma befitting a man decades older. He smelled of power. A mix of business acumen and potent sexuality. Ladies never overlooked his presence, and Monique was no exception.

But Monique could not deny that her real chemistry laid with Belle. An irresistible attraction to the female who had captivated Monique with the display of wanton lust in the Air France First Class cabin. Monique's first true voyeur experience could not have been more moving.

Seeing Belle in the dim cabin lighting, adorned in the finery of a courtesan, servicing her man. A vision Monique could not erase even if she tried. Monique recalled her own audible gasp as she viewed Belle's mouth envelope Alexander's proud cock. Bathing his penis with her saliva. So elegantly.

Then when Alexander thrust himself into his wife's swollen pussy from behind, Monique swore she too felt the quake of their passion. When he withdrew, Monique was treated to the sight of his semen continuing to spill out of Belle's well fucked pussy. What a virile man he must be, she thought.

The connection completed as Belle fixed her gaze to Monique. Silently approving of the young woman's intrusion. Inviting further attention. Monique knew this would only be the start.

The knock on the bathroom door snapped Monique back from her reminiscence. "Everything OK?" the gentle sound of Belle's voice arrived.

"Oui, one second" Monique replied, realizing she had still been cradling her hands to her face, taking in Belle's womanly scent. A trophy of the climax Monique had elicited with her hand from Belle earlier.

Without pause, Belle stepped into the bathroom, her stiletto heels clicking forth. "Sorry, do you mind?" Belle asked with disinterest of any answer.

Monique responded with only her eyes. Belle continued to lock stares as she peeled down and stepped out of her body hugging dress, naked but for the thigh high stockings and heels.

Belle knew well what a sight she was. Her breasts now proudly displayed. She adored Monique's validation in any event.

"Come here, my dear," Belle beckoned as she turned towards the steam shower enclosure.

Monique seemed spell bound, revealing her own nakedness as she shed her club attire. The instant steam already curtained the women as they encroached under the mist.

"Allow me," Belle commanded as she drew the lather across Monique's taut nipples. "Ah, the beauty of youth," whispered Belle as she soaked in the perfect frame of this ingénue.

Monique's reciprocity was not far behind. She marveled at the fullness of Belle's large breasts in her clasp. The view of Belle's fleshy labia a curious contrast to her own dainty slit.

Monique lingered in the embrace. Belle's physique was the essence of womanhood, toned yet soft, so soft. "Vous êtes une déesse. You are a goddess," Monique sighed.

As Belle luxuriated in the feminine, she smiled widely as she felt a familiar presence. There was no mistaking the firmness of Alexander's cock as he brushed up against Belle's ass.

Alexander's appearance was not lost on Monique either. The men of her past had not been so well endowed. Pressing her breasts against Belle's, Monique peered over Belle's shoulder to watch as Belle stroked Alexander to an even greater size. The length, the thickness would have been enough to behold. But more than that. His cock was just beautiful. A work of sculpture.

The refreshing steam lavage began to give way to the building passion. Belle turned away from Monique and sank down to her knees, signaling Alexander to move forward.

Monique watched once again as Belle's full lips pursed and formed a perfect "O" as she engulfed Alexander's penis. It took little sense of appreciation to recognize how much Belle enjoyed sucking Alexander's cock. Hundreds of blowjobs later, Belle still performed fellatio masterfully with forceful enthusiasm.

The water streaming down Belle's hair and face onto her tits as she repeatedly plunged her mouth deeper gave the act such a raw, erotic quality. Monique felt her whole body swell with captivation.

With an extended last slurp, Belle rose. "Shall we?" she motioned.

The luxury linens gave away their crispness as the threesome took their place on the bed. Monique shimmied up close to the headboard with Belle sinking between Monique's long legs.

"I have wanted to put my tongue in you since I came off on your fingers," Belle stated unabashedly.

Still sliding up onto the pillows, Monique could only moan her assent. She had never been vocal during sex and could not find words now to overcome the awkwardness.

The scent of luxury bath gel filled Belle's nose. The taste of the flight attendant's pussy still not defined. Nevertheless the smooth feel of Monique's hairless folds on Belle's tongue encouraged her to probe further.

Monique had known a woman's touch before. But her interest in the coupling had never been as overwhelming as this. Monique needed Belle's face exactly where it was. She knew she would not last long with the licking by this ultimate woman.

Monique began writhing unconsciously, pinching her nipples roughly, almost as if to quell the sensation that had stiffened them.

His engorged penis loosely in his hand, Alexander watch his sweet wife devour the young woman. Unlike Monique, he understood the instant significance.

While Belle continued to apply her oral skills on Monique, Alexander quietly applauded his wife's first lesbian act. He never questioned that Belle was capable of Sapphic love, but nor had the subject ever risen to the fore in their pillow talk.

And Belle was too lost in the moment to otherwise honor the primacy. From the first time she sucked on Alexander's cock, she had become very aware just how wet the act made her. No other stimulation was necessary. Her vaginal nectar flowed freely.

Going down on Monique was no different a journey in that regard. Belle could almost feel her juices welling, ready to explode.

"Baby, come fuck me with that hard cock of yours. Fuck me the way I like. I need to come with that beautiful cock in me," Belle both pleaded and insisted.

Just the sound of her sultry voice commanded the pump of Alexander's cock to its most rigid.

Doggie style was Belle's favorite because Alexander was the only man to ever fuck her that way. None of her past lovers were equipped sufficiently to properly execute the position. But with Alexander's handsome length and girth, Belle could feel him touch her at her core.

Feeling Alexander slide all the way in with no hesitation, Belle let out a deep moan muffled by Monique's slippery cunt. Belle thought she knew what ecstasy was, but this was something even better.

Belle's body always betrayed her. In her mind, the choreography of lovemaking was a function of time. But in reality, that luxury was not achievable. A dozen deep strokes by her powerful husband never failed to bring Belle off into a blinding orgasm.

Belle had tried to slow her climax several times in the past, but Alexander's penis clearly pleasured parts of her inside that were autonomic. No clitoral stimulation, nothing. A pure, vaginal orgasm. "Damn him," Belle would gasp, channeling the shame of a male premature ejaculator. At those moments, she conceded that Alexander's cock owned her, completely. Lucky for Belle, experience had taught the couple that her first orgasm was still only part of the foreplay.

The view of Alexander pounding into his wife from behind was all that Monique could muster. The fantastic feeling of Belle's mouth slipped into overdrive as Belle's climax brought Monique to hers. The pretty young thing was no stranger to an orgasm through masturbation or oral sex, but this was different. The erotic scene was like a brilliant stage performance. Monique squeezed her legs together, hugging Belle's upper body with a force that confirmed her satisfaction.

With some of the sexual energy spent, the threesome lazed momentarily in the tussled sheets. Monique could not avert her attention from Alexander's hard cock, coated obscenely with Belle's vaginal fluids.

Belle smiled, "Do you want to feel it?"

"I think I have never seen such a man like Alexander," Monique offered, unsure whether it was impolite to refer to Belle's husband by name.

"He was a first for me too," Belle admitted. "I had never felt a man inside me until the time Alexander began to make love to me."

"I am certain I do not know," Monique questioned. "He is very much bigger than anyone I have known."

Without leave of the other two, Belle guided Monique's hand to Alexander's cock. Monique recoiled slightly even with the lightest of grips. But Belle's natural lubricant coating his penis, and now her fingers, lit Monique on fire.

"He likes it best when you do this," Belle smiled, exposing her sinful secret. With Monique now closing her hand tightly at the base, Belle brought her hand to the tip of Alexander's penis, rubbing it roughly with her thumb. The immediate stiffening of his cock made Monique hesitate, exclaiming "Mon Dieu! He is so hard."

"You see? Never fails," Belle replied with pride.

Alexander grinned, "You are now only one of two to know the secret handshake."

"It is my honor," giggled Monique. "And perhaps with Belle's authorization, my pleasure."

"Yes, but you will have to wait your turn," Belle joined, "Although it will be worth it."

Belle moved up on her knees, swinging her leg over Alexander to straddle him. Giving his cock a last firm grip to coax its hardest, Belle sunk down on her loving man.

What was a mere flash, instead seemed a frozen moment for Monique. The sight of Belle's swollen pussy lips enveloping the manhood that had just filled her hand created an unexpected tingle between Monique's thighs. "The love of a man and a woman," Monique voiced.

Belle's tits, albeit remarkably firm for their size, bounced wildly as Belle vigorously rode her husband cowgirl. Monique cheered the erotic act on, "Sexy, so beautiful, oui, lovely."

"Show me your tits babe," Alexander goaded. Belle recognized his signal. She knew displaying her breasts excited him to no end. Belle complied by cupping her breasts, pushing them together, kneading them all over. The quintessential whorish image. She loved feeling Alexander get even harder watching her tits handled so.

But hanging on the edge of control can be tenuous. No sooner had Belle set the pace did Alexander take the lead. Moving her hands away and grabbing her breasts, Alexander kept his lustful wife obedient. And Belle willingly submitted.

"That's right lover, pinch my nipples, harder, harder," Belle cried. The thick pole between her legs stretched her exquisitely. The waves of her climax came crashing over her. Feeling her pussy quivering around its powerful occupant. "Shit, shit, fuck, yes. Oh god, that's it. Fuck."

Almost in time with Belle, Monique caught her breath, exhaling, "Wow."

Belle pressed her big tits against Alexander's chest as she collapsed forward. A loving acknowledgement, "Sorry babe, I couldn't hold back any longer."

Sensing the steel like firmness still within her, Belle knew Alexander remained loaded and ready to go.

Evidence of the intensity of Belle's ride escaped with an embarrassing burp as she unsheathed herself from Alexander's rigid member. "You always bring me off so well," Belle admitted as she verified the copious amount of her vaginal juices on his cock with a quick stroke of her hand forward and back.

Coming down from the orgasmic high, Belle exhibited no prelude of jealousy. Guiding the young woman at her side to mount the love of her life, Belle mouthed, "Let me show you something amazing."

Monique had been unsure whether the evening would include any interaction with Alexander. She was not versed in the protocol of a threesome. And little could she know that this encounter was a first for the American couple as well.

But awkwardness and ambiguity were nowhere to be found as Belle helped steady Monique on top of Alexander. Having just sampled the goods, Belle figured that neither Monique nor Alexander needed any more foreplay to commence, so she scooted Monique forward to assume a reverse cowgirl position.

Monique paused. The feeling of the head of Alexander's cock sliding down her belly drew excitement mixed with alarm. Still mixed with Belle's love fluids, the silky, sticky rod seemed so much bigger against her skin than it had appeared from across the bed. His penis felt enormous.

Belle reached down to grip Alexander's shaft and push the tip of his penis into Monique's slit. Blindly, Alexander just relished the feeling, holding on to Monique's hips and admiring her hot, young ass. As Monique lowered herself onto Alexander's cock, he was reminded of the feel different women had. Unlike Belle's smooth, accommodating pussy, Monique had the tight vagina of a little girl. Not simply youthful pelvic muscle tone, but the distinct orientation of her pubic bone, both necessitating Monique to reposition herself a couple of times to allow Alexander's thick penis to align for complete entry.

As her pussy began to accommodate his size, Monique began uttering uncontrollably, "Incroyable, extraordinaire." Nothing had prepared her for this new sensation. For the first time, she felt as if her insides were being occupied by someone else. His hardness seemed to run through her. Monique had suspected that her bisexuality leaned more toward the feminine. But what had been previously unknown was now fucking her so skillfully.

Belle stared. Now the voyeur, she watching intently as the same penis she regularly took deep in her mouth and pussy slid rhythmically in and out of a girl almost a decade her junior.

Belle surprised herself. Not a pang of betrayal or distrust. Something just reassured her that Alexander would not have engaged in the threesome but for Belle's pleasure. He was doing this for her, she decided.

Indeed, Belle's peace turned almost to the maternal. Gratified that this young woman would finally know the joy of sexual freedom. Desiring her man to be the instrument of that epiphany.

"Oh, oh, oui," Monique mewed as she bottomed out onto Alexander's cock again and again.

Alexander's mind drifted between duty and concern. His beautiful wife mere inches beyond the woman impaling herself on his cock in an increasing frenzy. With every few bounces, Alexander gripped Monique's buttocks more intently, trying to communicate his interest in her pleasure rather than feigning his.

Then suddenly, Alexander was put at ease. The familiar feel of Belle cupping his balls and squeezing firmly with reassurance.

With a last healthy down stroke, Monique shuddered breathlessly in orgasm. Quietly, reservedly, but with conviction just the same. "Merci, merci," she struggled a bit to release her vaginal grip from this exceptional man. Dismounting as if having finished a stage of Le Tour de France.

"Now lover, let me taste what you have been holding back," Belle declared as she quickly substituted her mouth for Monique's cunt. "Mmm, the delicate flavor of French girl," Belle remarked wickedly.

Experience never takes a back seat to novelty, Alexander concluded as his wife began to deep throat him. She knew every inch of his penis so well. Every womanly wile to optimize his arousal and release was part of Belle's repertoire. The suction of her mouth, the tantalizing motion of her tongue, the vise like grip of her hand. "Oh babe, I'm going to shoot it all over you," he gasped.

Belle welcomed the first spurts onto her cheek down her chin and onto her swaying tits. The remaining jets of his hot cum landing onto her outstretched tongue. As she retracted, Belle made sure he could see her swallow the creamy treat, extending her empty tongue again as proof of her love. Then she milked the last drops from the tip of his softening penis and swirled them into her sexy mouth as well.

Monique laid back awestruck. She had never seen such an erotic sight, topping even the couple's previous performance on the plane. In her mind, there was so much to say. So much she wanted to express to her new found lovers.

But silence prevailed and the lights closed. The content threesome allowing the hour of three to announce itself without interruption. Remaining intertwined, deeply satisfied.



Belle Ch. 06



Since the start of her love affair with Alexander, Belle had grown to enjoy - wait, no crave - the most carnal of senses. The feel of her husband's sticky cum leaking out of her and down her thighs, the smell of her cunt juices on his face, the soreness of her well-fucked pussy, the taste of his cum still deliciously on her tongue and lips. These badges of sexual satisfaction prompted a new found, wicked smile. This is the enchanting visage one would encounter as Belle awoke after a night of lovemaking.

Belle stirred in the darkness. The momentary dysphoria of a strange bed was wiped away by a familiar sensation. Yes, quite familiar indeed. The firmness of her husband's beautiful cock evident, and increasingly so, between her ass cheeks.

A barely noticeable shift. Then suddenly Belle's fleshy labia, still wet and swollen from the sinful night before, enveloped the tip of Alexander's penis. Naughty boy, she thought, he was already inside her before she could muster an assent.

The strokes began to lose their gentility, more of his nicely thick cock finding its way deeper and deeper with every thrust. But Belle moaned permissively. Yes, she inhaled contentedly, knowing that before her husband, such an initial gesture might have been all there was.

Her past lovers had been considerably shorter in length and smaller in girth, and none were equipped to enter her from behind with any real success. With Alexander, however, Belle glowed with the appreciation that he still had several inches to go with that glorious cock before he bottomed out.

Even better was the strong hand massaging her full breasts. Grasping them all over, kneading her stiff nipples with determination. "That's right baby, you know I love that, pinch my tits . . . harder."

But what? Something else here.

A surprising third, and then fourth, hand. Grazing Belle's clit. Lightly tracing her flat tummy. A smaller, more delicate set of hands. A feminine pair.

Belle's glow spread throughout. Yes, of course. She remembered now.

Belle and Alexander had welcomed a third into their bed for the first time last night. A stunning, young French woman. Monique was everything a seduction hoped to be.

The Air France flight attendant pushed her tongue past Belle's full lips, playfully begging for a response.

Belle accepted unequivocally, opening her mouth and inhaling this sweet woman's breath to mix with her own. A taste, a nibble, the play continued. Quicker, firmer, quicker.

Then all of a sudden, Belle moaned deeply mid-kiss. Monique could see herself reflected in Belle's widened eyes.

Felling Alexander's penis harden even more, his balls tightening too, Belle recognized the unmistakable gush of his seed flooding her womb. Her own pussy contracting vigorously, but with little hope of containing the copious fluid her virile husband was depositing.

The sensation of Belle's orgasm being triggered by Alexander's own was not lost on Monique as she felt his strong hands reach forward to draw Monique firmly against Belle. How fantastic to feel so connected to another's orgasm without your own physical coupling. Even more so with two others.

Monique's sexual mirage was soon surpassed by the pressing of her tits against Belle, evoking an involuntary twitch between Monique's legs. This was the most erotic experience the young woman had ever had. Monique could hardly find words to describe how enlightened she now felt. Graduating with honors, ready for her sexual commencement.

The threesome remained in a lover's grasp for several minutes before Alexander withdrew from Belle, and Monique shifted to the side onto her stomach.

Mindful of a proper finish, Belle dutifully gripped Alexander's flaccid cock, still well lubricated with their mixed fluids. Belle stroked him lovingly but purposefully, milking the last drops of his cum onto her hand. Always the courtesan, Belle made certain Alexander could watch his wife wantonly lick him off her hand. A prideful swallow never failed to follow.

At the same time, Belle had reached back with her other hand to begin caressing Monique. The young enchantress answered Belle's overture by raising her ass and spreading her legs invitingly.

Rolling over to face Monique, Belle slid her hand against Monique's pussy. Monique's only thought was that surely Belle was introducing a sinful blend of saliva and semen into Monique's most private of places.

This must be the ambrosia of which mythology spoke, Monique was certain. "Oui, more . . . please, more," she gasped.

Belle smiled, comfortably assuming her new role as mistress. Plying between Monique's soft folds, Belle's thumb and forefinger tantalized Monique's delicate clitoris, anal rosebud, and smooth taint. The older Belle was intent on orchestrating a climax that the ingénue Monique would never forget.

And Belle's quest found its destiny. Monique came on Belle's hand with a release of silky liquid that left no doubt of success. Utter fulfillment between women.

As Monique locked stares with her incredible lover, Belle treated the young woman to the same lascivious display of licking clean the masterful instrument of Monique's pleasure.

Belle retreated between Monique and Alexander. Belle laid back as the first rays of sunlight began to peak between the heavy curtains. She now knew how dawn treated conquering heroes throughout history. As she mused, Belle melted into an incomparable satisfaction.

As if recreating their threesome for all to see, Belle and Alexander embraced their sweet new friend as she departed the hotel. Off to resume her normal life, Monique had a new normal to reconcile. With a blur of recollection and reality swirling about, punctuated with the honks of Paris traffic, Monique wondered whether she would ever see this couple again. A hope and a wish.

The remainder of their romantic weekend in Paris seemed less robust, but only by comparison. Belle and Alexander continued to luxuriate in their time together, interrupting their lovemaking with a few, quick tourist diversions and gustatory delights. Belle made sure that the only tales her husband would have to tell about this weekend would be about how many times she had insisted he fuck her.

As they boarded the Air France flight for their return to New York City, Belle quickly scanned the First Class cabin, half wanting to see Monique among the crew. But of course, Monique's absence was confirmed. A tinge of melancholy lulled Belle to sleep as home jetted closer.

Back home, the next several months passed quickly as the two professionals resumed their hectic work life. No one would question the healthy sex life that Belle and Alexander enjoyed nonetheless, but the two longed for another getaway.

Walking up to the bar, Belle greeted her husband with a hand on his shoulder as support as she shimmied onto the stool next to him. Alexander sighed contentedly as her skirt parted to reveal the alluring lace tops of her thigh high stockings. Yes, he could hardly wait to have Belle's lovely legs wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her.

Their synchronicity had always been a curious mystery. As her husband looked at her lustily, Belle returned his enthusiasm by taking his hand and guiding it up past those stockings to her unadorned cunt.

"I shaved this morning for you just in case," Belle said matter of factly. "Think you might have something for me?"

In response, Alexander stepped up and nudged closer, pressing his crotch against Belle's leg.

"My goodness," Belle gasped. She loved how big Alexander's penis was. How long, thick and hard it became when she was near. Belle marveled at their chemistry. His physicality always made her soaking wet, involuntarily. Good thing too. If not, it would probably be a chore stuffing his big cock into her tight pussy. As it was, Belle could almost reach orgasm immediately each time Alexander entered her, as the joy of being stretched and filled completely overtook her whole body.

Belle failed at feigning disinterest. "Well, it must be Happy Hour," Belle said, biting her lip sultrily. "Will I be having a Sloe Comfortable Screw Against the Wall or Sex on the Beach?"

Alexander rocked back a bit. Belle's wit never ceased to amaze him. A perfect marriage of mind and body - the whole package. "Funny you should say that, babe."

Belle cocked her head questioningly, as Alexander reached into his suit jacket pocket. Awakening his iPhone 6 Plus with Touch ID, he quickly retrieved what he had been waiting to show Belle.

Belle's smile widened further as she glanced at a tropical beachscape she instantly recognized as Tahiti. "But now for the best part," Alexander beamed. The next swipe screen revealed - Air France E-Tickets, La Première cabin confirmations to Papeete.

"Yes, yes . . . . I am all yours," Belle declared. "When do we leave?" Seeing Belle's hard nipples now prominently pushing against her silk blouse, Alexander managed "Well, with how you're displaying your approval, I suppose there's no better time than the present."

Standing back up on her stiletto heels and pressing her protruding breasts against her husband, Belle whispered "Wouldn't want to suck the joy out of things. . . . But maybe you should let me try."

As the couple hastened their exit for home arm-in-arm, Alexander paused momentarily. "Oh, I almost forgot. Someone we know might be on layover in Tahiti while we're there. What's that saying? - Two's Company, Three's . . . ."

Belle held her index finger up to Alexander's lips to silence him. "No, I think the saying is - The more the merrier."