0 comments/ 31712 views/ 2 favorites La Femme Michele: Paris Noir By: TheGlobalSoul As Michele sat up on the bench she saw that Kincaid had laid out a dress unlike any other she had ever worn before, and pair of matching pumps, and a white g-string that was barely big enough to cover her patch of pubic hair. There was a note on the locker where the dress hung that left no doubt as to what their plans were for the rest of the evening. All that the note said was "jazz for dancing, and jizz for dinner! Wait for me at the corner café. Be there promptly at 8:00. Being late is not an option." After what Michele had just experienced at the hands of four massive cocks, she trusted that what ever her lover had planned for the Paris night would definitely not be disappointing. In the open locker Michele found a bag full of disposable Air France toiletries and black hair clip, with a small note that instructed her to wear her hair up so as not to hide her neck. Michele then used a musky smelling wet towel to dry her hair, and then dabbed her body with the perfume from the bag of toiletries. Once she felt she was ready and her hair looked presentable, Michele turned her eyes toward the skimpy white latex dress that Kincaid had selected for her to wear for the evening, as an erotic shiver of excitement went up her spine at the thought of wearing such a daring dress in public. As Michele slipped on the g-string, and prepared herself for the evening, Kincaid and Luc continued to watch her from the back office where Kincaid and Luc continued to plan and perfect Michele's "training" as the DGSE now officially termed it. Tonight he would slowly begin to introduce Michele to the dangerous and erotic darkness of the Paris underworld. The plan was simply to allow Michele to take the initiative and let her take control of an erotic scenario while at the same time allowing her to be completely uninhibited. Of course the dress that Michele was now getting ready to peel into, would definitely help set the mood for Kincaid's erotic and dangerous game that he was now planning to play. Luc had offered and then arranged for Kincaid that he use his nightclub, and then went about hiring a number of lowlife gangsters and prostitutes, as well as several other characters of the Paris criminal underworld to be actors in this "training" of DGSE's newest femme fatale. Meanwhile, in the musky and semen smelling men's locker room, Michele had begun to lightly dust her body with the rose scented talcum powder that Kincaid had brought along. The dress was so small that Michele could tell it was going to be more than a snug fit, as she took it off the hangar and slowly, like a condom going on a cock, slipped it on her curvy body. The latex was tight, but not to tight, as Michele rolled it down, over her breasts, past her waist, and then over her ass until it finally finished unfurling a few inches past her ass, as she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. What Michele saw in her reflection was at the same time, horrific, embarrassing, pornographic, and very erotic, but since she had just been the center of attention in two orgies in less than 24 hours, the fact that the white latex did little to cover her nudity was tame compared to what she had originally worn to the gym. Michele's dress was especially chosen for the fact that her nude and beautiful body would be clearly visible, through the semi-clear latex skin, which now served as her evening wear attire. Michele then put on her pumps and walked around and in front of the mirror as she studied herself and contemplated what lay ahead for the evening, but then she check the clock on the wall and saw that it was now nearing 8:00. Michele was both scared and curious to find out what would happen if she happened to be a few minutes late. It was then that Michele decided to be "fashionably late" no matter what the consequences would be. She then put everything back in Kincaid's locker and walked leisurely to the front of the gym, which on the inside was still unlocked, but then automatically locked, which Michele quickly found out when she stepped out of the front door. When Michele stepped out in the dimly lit street, the door slammed shut behind her, which kept her from immediately trying to retreat when she saw the young hoodlums leering at her from the sidewalk and the corner café. The hoodlums on the street whistled at her and tried to block her way as they wanted to get an up close look at this beautiful woman who appeared out of nowhere. She appeared on the street, many of the old men said, like a gift from God. Instead of being turned on, fear ran through her veins, as she pensively and quickly walked past the young men who were waving Euro bills at her in the hopes that she was a whore looking for a cheap trick. As she neared the café, Michele saw Kincaid's friend Luc, who had decided to watch the spectacle until she was near enough to see and recognize him. As the street toughs saw Luc stand up and make his presence known, they stopped and backed away from Michele. As she approached, Luc asked, "Are you all right? Never mind the boys, they are harmless. The sight of beautiful women makes them, how you say in English, stupid. Right?" To which Michele just smiled and nodded yes as Luc pulled out a chair and offered her a seat. "Where is Kincaid?" Michele asked. "He is inside taking a piss. You are late. I understand that you had quite a workout in my gym." Luc said with a leering and very knowing smile. To which Michele just blushed and nodded in a very submissive type way. As Michele saw the twin redness of embarrassment and afterglow, Luc knew that Michele would never see America again as the wife of DGSE's newest industrial spy. Luc then looked to see if Kincaid was coming, and when he saw that he was not, he whispered into Michele's ear, "Kincaid told you not to be late. My friend is not a controlling person, but you are a stranger to Paris, and when you are dressed such as you are I would advise you not be late when he is expecting you." Michele then said nervously, "Oh my. I am so sorry! I didn't mean to be late. I just lost track of time. Is he mad at me?" To which Luc replied, "Yur new lover never gets mad. However, I do expect that you may have to make it up to him." To which he just laughed and then told Michele not to worry. "I am joking my dear; Kincaid actually went to get the car. Oh there he is now. Well my lovely I will say au revior and wish you a good evening. Have fun. Au revior!" Michele then got up and walked over to the car, as she felt every man, including Luc, watch her latex encased ass walk away and get into Kincaid's car and give her lover a deep appreciative kiss. This was the first that Michele had seen of Kincaid since he had left her to fend for herself in the men's locker room. However she was far from complaining as she found herself saying "I love you," as she kissed Kincaid deep. Her kiss telegraphed the message to Kincaid that she would find whatever excuse she could to never leave him or Paris. However, as the car drove away Michele gave a wave and a wink to her lover's best friend. Michele found Luc physically intoxicating, even though he was twice her age. Luc reminded Michele, as well as most people, of the French actor Jean Reno, with his aging and rugged good looks. Michele hoped that in time she would get to know him a little better. Kincaid was silent during the entire drive to the La Bastion where they had reservations for 8:30. The silence was mutual as Michele lovingly stroked and kissed her lover's arm. Kincaid had decided to wear his finest Armani suit for the special evening he had planned. The gray suit was worth over $1,000, which was still far less than the latex condom like dress in which Michele was wrapped up in. In Europe the price of a dress in proportionate to the amount of cleavage and skin that it shows. However, when Michele walked to the car under the dim light, Kincaid knew that the price for the dress was worth every cent. When Michele and Kincaid arrived at the La Bastion, the valet driver practically tripped over himself as he gawked at the woman, whom he later described to his friends wore the world's largest condom. Michele was flushed with both embarrassment and excitement as she played the exhibitionist, all the while never acting if there was nothing strange with wearing a see through dress in public. Kincaid was content to watch the men and women who gawked at his lovely future wife, which is exactly how Kincaid thought of Michele. However, like a good poker player, he acted like nothing was amiss and ordered wine. As the wine was poured, Kincaid began to seduce Michele with both his eyes and words as a way to prime her for what he knew would be an adventurous evening at Luc's club. During the entire two hour sexually charged candlelit meal, during which Michele, in her short and sexy see through white dress, which truly accentuated her luscious breasts and delicious ass, teasingly rubbed Kincaid's crotch with her barefoot under the table, Kincaid looked into Michele's eyes and told her just how erotic she looked fucking all of the men and women she had encountered the past 24 hours. He then fully recounted for her everything that had transpired to her the last two days, from the time she was examined until her last cock at the gym, and then told her that her adventure had just begun. By this time Michele's libido was a raging inferno, while on the opposite end of the spectrum Kincaid, who was a master of sexual control, still maintained a cool dignity and composure. During the course of the meal the subject flowed to his time in India, and how he came to read, and become somewhat of a scholar in, the legend and teachings of the Kama Sutra, and how he hoped that she would be willing to sit in his seminar class the day after next at the Louvre. He told her that the upcoming session would be a practical demonstration by his protégé's of what Kincaid had taught them, through their late night discussions at the jazz clubs and café's, and that he would need Michele's presence would only add to his students education, all of whom he said were male and female freshman taking a special summer session in sexuality that was being offered by the Sorbonne. Michele was a bit confused as to what he meant by the remark of adding to his students education, but in just two days she had learned to expect and enjoy the unexpected, and his class she hoped would be the same. During the entire meal Michele said little as her lover did most of the talking, while she hung on his every word and ate her meal as sensually as possible, for her lover's benefit. However, Michele did talk about how in the past two days she had experienced more erotic moments than she had ever hoped to have in a lifetime. Kincaid was of course pleased, because he knew that she had become addicted to the sex quicker than anyone had thought or hoped. Katya originally thought Kincaid's plan would backfire, but here Michele was, submitting to him without a fight. Of course later that night, when they were alone back at his apartment, she would finally reveal to him her true feelings, both about him and her husband, the revelations of which would forever change three lives forever. As the meal ended, and they sipped the last of the red wine, Kincaid asked Michele if she wanted to go dancing. To which Michele nodded her head excitedly yes, as Kincaid called for the waiter and asked for the bill. As they left the restaurant a number of young men from the La Bastion stood and watched in awe at the practically nude American woman walked with her lover down the cobblestone street until they finally turned a corner toward a club where no tourists would dare go. As they walked leisurely to Luc's club, Kincaid hinted to Michele that he wanted to make sure that tonight they fulfill their even darker mutual desires and become partners in their now mutual quest for sexual adventure. Michele nodded her head in agreement, and then asked Kincaid to stop. As they stood face to face in the dimly lit street, Michele looked up and tearfully said to Kincaid, "I love you! I want tonight to be even more special than last night. I want to make love to you and I want to know that you will never leave me. Make me your slave Kincaid, but promise me that you will never send me away. I'll do anything I can to make you happy." She then looked at his smiling face as he gently wiped away her tears and said, "I will never leave you. I love you. It is all I can say. However I first need to know that your love is true. That is what tonight is all about." He then bent down and kissed her deeply and took her by the hand as he guided her towards her next erotic encounter. As they strolled the streets, arm in arm, in the muggy night air, they both could feel the lust building inside of them, the wine feeding the hunger, as their bodies taunted each other. The romance of Paris swept them both away as they wandered for blocks, until finally they stopped at a small stairs which lead down into a basement jazz and dance club. Kincaid smiled at Michele and said that for some reason he could feel the adventure inviting them in. Michele looked up at her lover and at the buildings all around and then said to Kincaid that she could feel it to. The romance and eroticism of it all had now convinced Michele, in her heart, that she would never return to America. She knew it was a quick and impulsive decision guided by her libido, but as she followed her lover and they entered the club, Michele had, in her heart, closed the book on the life that she once knew, as another erotic encounter awaited her arrival. As Michele and Kincaid entered the club, across town Maurice sat at Kincaid's desk and hit the send button on his colleague's Minitel terminal, while underneath the antique desk Monique was performing a service that she would normally have charged her employer extra for. The decision to switch sides had been tough, but then again Maurice was never quite the team player his boss had so eloquently said he was in his last fitness report. The decision was not about money, so their never could be any investigation regarding that aspect of his life, but rather his decision was based upon the need to satisfy the needs that were currently being serviced by the young 20 year old now at his feet trying to force from him her favorite late night snack. Seconds later, in the Shinjuku district of Tokyo, high up in the GENOM Tower, an encrypted file was received and decoded, the contents of which caused the recipient of the message to just smile as she realized that the time would soon be at hand to have her revenge on the man she still called her husband, and now that he had found a new love, it would soon be time to strike, but first had to lay the ground work and lure him to her own turf. She contemplated the possibilities, when it dawned on her that her husband's greatest strength was his greatest weakness, and if she still knew him like she did, then this woman, who was now being injected in Luc's gym with a steady steam of spunk, would be the fly whom she would need to ensnare in her spider web first… Meanwhile, as Michele and Kincaid entered, the amber light was so dim that they could see dark recesses as the seating in the club left the light. The dance floor was purposely filled with people moving slowly to a penetrating and erotic African rhythm. Kincaid suggested that he and Michele take a seat in one of the darker alcoves that offered a complete view of the club. The waiter immediately rushed over, as Luc had instructed, and set down a bottle of chilled Dom Perignon. Michele and Kincaid then sat back, glasses in hand and as the champagne progressed they started to softly touch each other while watching the scene in front of them. Slowly and softly Kincaid caressed Michele's legs, kissed her neck and whispered into her ear the things that he planned to do to her after they returned to his apartment. The club was filled with a global mixture of people, from Africa to Australia, from Iceland to Swaziland, who are at best just struggling to survive life. The club was at the edge of what many Parisians at the time called the Harlem of France, for in this section of the city anything goes. Unlike the red-light district, these parts of the city's claim to fame are the urban legends of danger and death. It is also in this section of the city where good girls and bad boys come to meet and fall momentarily in love. The jazz filled clubs are another of the city's many aphrodisiacs that call out to those looking for a momentary and lust filled moment of pure decadence and sexual fulfillment. It was exactly for these reasons that Kincaid brought Michele to this club, he thought, as the both simultaneously notice a tall black man at the bar, just as Luc had said would be. The black man's body was that of a dancer's, hard and muscular. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and black trousers and stared at the two of them, per his boss's order, running his eyes over Michele's latex encased body. The man knows exactly why he is there and can easily see the lust building in Michele's his eyes. Kincaid knows that the feel of his gaze has is slowly making Michele hotter and wetter, as the juices begin to flow quicker in her pussy. Michele and Kincaid continued to make small talk about art and the Paris museums, while at the same time the black man continued to watch them. As the night moved on the crowd thinned, and as it did so the music slowly turned into a to a deep and erotic pulsing rhythm, which was the signal for the moment to have begun, Kincaid whispered into Michele's ear and requested she perform a solo dance for him. The man's eyes on Michele had by this time driven her crazy, as she stood up, with her skirt now barely lower than her thinly covered pussy and ventured towards the dance floor as she felt feel the music flowing through her, totally in synch with her body. Michele then began to dance slowly, oozing sex; as both the black man and Kincaid watched, riveted to the most primitive of all sights, that of a scantly clad woman dancing seductively to the sound of a African mating dance. Slowly, as Michele slowly swayed, lost in the erotic rhythms, the black stranger moved toward her and began to dance, bringing his body so close to hers that they were almost touching as they moved in harmony with one another. Kincaid and the black stranger watched breathlessly as Michele licked her lips and began to turn from the heat of her sexual excitement. Another large black man, the bouncer, stared at both Michele and the black dancer, from the other side of the club through the smoky atmosphere. As they danced they both edged their way toward a darker area of the dance floor, as the stranger led her in the dance. As both of them swayed to the music the stranger slid the strap of her dress from her shoulder and continued to pull it down her arm exposing one of her succulent breasts. He then lowered his head and took her pink nipple in his mouth while he put his other arm around her waist and then pulled her towards him. As their bodies touched Michele could feel his thick, heavy, hard cock pressing into her groin. She knew now that she had to fuck him, and feel his huge tool filling her. Michele then lifted his head and kissed him deep, while lowering the zipper on his trousers and guiding his cock out with her other hand, while at the same time the black stranger hiked up around her waist the thin latex that covered her ass, and then in one motion pulled off with a loud snap, the g-string that covered her pussy. Michele then pressed against him and slid his cock deep into her in one firm desperate motion. She then turned to her lover and gave him a knowing glance and smile, in the knowledge that he could barely stop himself from cumming at the sight of her taking charge and fucking this stranger. La Femme Michele: Paris Noir Others watched, but continued to dance. The stranger continued to moving harder to the music, grinding into her, crushing her breasts in his large and strong hands and kissing her neck. Suddenly, as Kincaid anxiously watch, Michele felt a second mouth kissing her shoulder blades, as she turned her head to see the black bouncer standing behind her moving his hips in time with hers, and taking his cock out his pants and into his hands. The sight of his dense swollen shaft and the huge throbbing head on his cock captivated Michele. The feeling of a cock in her pussy and the sight of this new cock fanned a furnace in her groin as she felt the bar stranger's pubic hair and pelvis grating against her clit. The bouncer moved closer and gently placed his hands on her exposed gyrating ass cheeks. The bouncer the gently spread them and pushed his cock so that Michele could feel the tip of it pressing against her asshole. The bouncer built the pressure, as his body merged to her backside, though her asshole first resisted, until he pressed harder and harder until suddenly he forced his way in, in one quick motion as her asshole gave way, the pain and pleasure making Michele want to scream as she felt her pussy clamp tighter around the bar stranger's cock. The three of them then moved together as the two cocks now began to pump harder and faster into Michele, as her pussy juice lubricated them, her asshole getting wider and wider. She could feel both cocks rubbing her on the inside and even rubbing off each other with only a then membrane of tissue separating the cocks in her pussy and asshole. Michele had her hands inside the bar stranger's t-shirt and as she scratched her nails across his chest and his back. As he watched Kincaid decided that he needed a better look as he stood up and brought with him his glass of champagne. He moved towards them rampant with lust at the sight of two strong men fucking Michele hard from front and behind. Kincaid came right up to the upright ménage a tois and slowly dribbled champagne over Michele's lips from the glass as she licked it from her lips, while the rest flowed down her chin, and over and in between her breasts. The bar stranger started to lick the champagne off of Michele, as he simultaneously bit her nipples, as Kincaid returned to his seat, and as he sat Michele could see her lover take out his cock and begin to stroke himself, groaning from deep within his throat. The other dancers were captivated but never stop dancing, nor try to imitate, even though the air is completely charged with lust. As the two strangers pounded into Michele, she could feel a tidal wave rising inside of her, as her asshole sizzled, her pussy burned and clamped, her clit throbbed, and her nipples ached. Michele was by now so swept away that she roughly bit the stranger's nipples through the fabric of his shirt. The strangers continued to pump into her more and more urgently as the sweat dripped and almost steamed off of them, when suddenly, she felt the bouncer thrust deep into her ass and felt the hot spunk coursing through his shaft as head convulsed and shot hot cum into her ass. The feeling of his spunk made Michele's pussy tighten hard, while at the same time her clit expanded and an orgasmic wave crashed over her, as she came in a loud and long flowing moan as her pussy and ass both tightened like vices around the pricks embedded inside of her. The effect of this forced the bar stranger to spurt his scalding cum deep into Michele's pussy as they all convulsed and moaned so loud that their voices drowned out the music. Finally, to the applause of the entire club, the three of them slowed their dance to a stop as both black men eased and dislodged their cocks out of Michele's orifices that slowly dripped spunk. The bouncer then breathed a kiss on her shoulder and walked away, while at the same time bar stranger smiled, gently lowered the latex skirt and raised her straps, and then finally kissed her lightly with tongue on the lips and left the club. Before she could return to Kincaid, Michele went to the ladies room where she lifted up her skirt to watch in the full length mirror as the spunk dripped down her legs and onto her stained pumps. As she looked in the mirror at the uninhibited who now stood before her she saw that she was no longer the same woman who was married to a man. Instead she was the lover of a man who wanted her to be exactly what she had always wanted to be- uninhibited. After she cleaned up she found that the music had been turned down and that they were now playing slow love songs, and that Kincaid was in his own little world at their table. Michele seductively approached and sat at their table, her body burning. She could tell, from the purple, swollen head on her lover's wet oily cock, and the way that he had been stroking himself that he was on the verge of cumming. Just in the nick of time Michele, in a continuing motion, sat and lean down to take his cock in her mouth just as he exploded multiple loads cum into her mouth, the heat of which tingled the back of her throat as she greedily swallowed it down. Now that they were sexually sated they sat back, she leaned into him, his arm nestled her shoulder as they enjoyed their champagne, the erotic atmosphere, and the romantic music, as the club continued on... As the remainder of the evening passed, Luc was preparing the final erotic test of the evening. At around midnight Kincaid announced to Michele that it was time to go to another club, however she should stay and wait until he returned with the car. He told her that he would not be long, and left her with a 100 Euro bill to tide her over and buy a drink to anyone who came over and kept her company. After Kincaid left Michele was left alone with the sharks of the club who circled around her like she was live bait as she bought them drinks and made conversation with them. As the money became less and less, Michele realized that it was taking longer than it should have for Kincaid to go to the restaurant and retrieve the car. By the time her money ran out, the club announced that it was closing, however by then Michele was the only one, except for the black bouncer and the bartender left in the club, and by that time all they wanted to do was go home and sleep. Michele was by now very scared as the bouncer told her that she had to leave as he escorted her to the entrance of the club. She decided that the best course of action would be go back to the restaurant, but she was not sure, partially because of the mix of the alcohol and sex, as to where that was. So Michele decided to start walking toward the music that emanated from another street nearby. By that time, a slight chill was in the air as she walked while the light drizzle quickly turned in to a steady downpour as Michele made her way toward the sound of jazz that emanated from an underground station several blocks away. Several people gawked at her as they scurried past her as the rain soon drenched her. As the rain poured down harder Michele stepped up her pace as she realized that it was probably even later than she realized, and that this was not the time or the place for her to be waking around near naked with no identification or male protection. Michele was by this time very cold and wet, and tired to the bone. The last several hours had drained away her will to both resist or put up a fight. Suddenly, out of nowhere, as she had progressively gotten herself lost in the confusing maze and labyrinth of Paris's dark and dangerous streets, she saw a place where she could rest her sore legs, underneath a dimly lit restaurant awning. Michele sat on the wet bench and then closed her weary eyes in despair. She was now lost and missing, as well as near naked in skimpy and sultry latex dress, from Kincaid, who himself was missing, in a city where she the only person she really knew was the Russian ambassador. Michele closed her eyes and must have dozed off a bit for she never heard the man's footsteps approach until his shadow blocked out the dim light bulb. Michele brushed the still falling droplets away with a finger before she looked up into the face of a surly, young Arabic man. They stared blankly at each other for a few seconds; as she, now stricken with fear looked deeply into his emotionless gaze. For whatever reason that she could not understand a familiar tingling began buzzing inside of her. The man's were at his waist, and as she rose to her feet, he drew a gun, as she raised her hands in fear, while he just looked at her rain soaked latex covered body and laughed. The man in the Armani suit had never mentioned to him that she was dressed like this. "Down," he motioned with his free hand. She sat. "Down," he motioned again. Michele looked at him, now confused. He grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her backwards against the coarse brick wall. Tears of both fear and inappropriate desire slid down her swollen cheeks as he reached down to spread her legs. While he was distracted, she made a blind attempt for the gun. He snatched it up before she even touched it. He then put one hand on her stomach to hold her, just for security measures. He then held the gun against her throat, as she swallowed, while he pressed the metal of the barrel into her flesh. He then slowly dragged it along her latex covered torso between her breasts, along her stomach, through her small patch of pubic hair that he now accessed after he peeled up the front of her skirt, until he pointed it directly at her pussy. Michele shook with fear and the pain of his weight against her. He teased her with the weapon, running it along her slit, slipping a couple centimeters inside every so often. The thing hurt inside her, and muffled cries slipped from her lips every so often, as he'd shoved the whole thing in by this time, and did again and again. In and out, in and out, in and out, as the rapist fucked her with the cold long nosed and nickel plated weapon. Michele's eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched, and she tried desperately not to breathe as the lowlife took away the last of her dignity. As he fucked her slowly she wondered at his motives, successfully distracting herself from the motions she was so terrified of, and at the same time slowly deriving great pleasure from. A dull and evil chuckle returned her to the cold against her bare back and the steel between her thighs. Her breath was cut short, unintentionally this time, as she realized that her own hand was resting on her pelvic bone, and she was caressing what he was abusing. She begged herself to stop but couldn't resist the forbidden stimulation. She then opened her mouth to scream, but aside from the beginnings of a moan, no sound could come before the man noticed her attempt and clapped a hand across her face. The rapist left the gun inside her, stifled her whimpering with one hand, and then began to remove his pants with the other. After some trouble, and amazement that the Michele hadn't bothered to make use of her opportunity to escape, he'd succeeded and took his hand away from her mouth. "No teeth," he whispered in fractured English, as pushed her down to squat precariously on her unsteady stilettos, as he himself sat on the ground, and then shoved his cock between her lips. Michele reflexively gagged and nearly regurgitated everything she'd eaten for the past six hours, in disgust, but coaxed herself into keeping it down. She actually began to find the "fulfillment" comforting, while the gun inside her cunt made her ache with desire she couldn't help but admit to. She tried to reach to the weapon, but had her hand pulled away. He then gripped the weapon firmly and began thrusting the revolver into her, as Michele's toes curled and her body shook with the joy she didn't want to be feeling. In one hopeless burst of longing, she gave in and lifted her hips towards the sky, so that the gun could be forced deeper inside. She tried to scream her moans, but the flesh in her throat, which responded to the vibrations quite pleasantly, stifled them with the speed and strength with which he tore away the last of her dignity intensified until he moaned, pulled out, and sprayed everything he had onto her body. His orders were clear, cum on her face. However she wanted to swallow, as she tried to lap up, like a child at a fountain, the spunk that mixed with the rain, which now ran down the front of her face, hair and chest as to continued to milk him and squeeze out every last salty drop. Michele was so thirsty for his spunk that she wouldn't let him go when he tried to stand. The rapist's legs buckled with the touch of her soft tongue, as he worked the metal inside her again, until he gave all that he could. She threw her hips into the air, longing for more, but, as the man with Armani suit swung his vehicle down the dark alleyway in the driving ran, Michele's paid attacker pulled from her lips, grabbed his pants, and ran away pants less down the alley, taking his gun and the sweet smell of her pussy with him. For the attacker the whore in the rubber dress was the easiest money he had ever made. Meanwhile Michele's body was shaking; and suffering for satisfaction as she continued to squat and leaned back against the wet brick wall licking up the remnants of his rain water diluted cum from her fingers on one hand, while wither her other hand her fingers were still at work. However, the relief would not come, as she closed her eyes and worked away into the night, sore and whimpering, in a desperate attempt to find her final climax of the night, until finally she came and collapsed against the wall in a shivering and sobbing slump. As she basked in the afterglow, as the rain washed the stranger's salty jism from her body as she finally opened her eyes and saw, as if in a dream, her lover, who angelic like, walked toward her in the dim light. Michele was speechless as she saw him appear before her eyes, out of the dark like a smiling and avenging angel, saving her and waiting for the attacker to return. For Kincaid the site of his lover's desperate body seeking relief, as he watched in the shadows, told him that Michele had converted totally to the dark side of sexuality. Kincaid then walked towards her, pulled Michele up, embraced her wet and shivering body, kissed her deeply and then told her that he loved her, to which she replied the same. As they drove back to Kincaid's apartment, Kincaid told her, in order to explain his planned disappearance, that shortly after he left the club he was dragged into an alleyway and attacked by a group of skinheads who took his wallet and his money, but not before they left him so dazed and confused that he had to lay for several hours until his strength returned and he could find her. By the time, he said, that he returned to the club, he began to drive through every street in a desperate effort to find her. When Kincaid asked if the rapist had hurt her Michele reassured him that all he did was fuck her with a revolver, but that she did not need to see a doctor. He, on the other hand, according to Michele, needed to see one as soon as possible, to which Kincaid squeezed her hand and reassured her that he was fine and that he just needed to rest with his lady and make love to her as he recounted to her what he saw from his vantage point at the club as she danced for him. Michele then smiled at him and rested her tired and wet head on his arm and whispered to him, "I love you," as she closed her eyes and imagined that she was still filled with the cold steel of her attacker's revolver. Later, in the early morning hours when evening has, a sore Kincaid sat in the chair tending to the wounds he had deliberately inflicted upon him by Luc outside the club, as he watched Michele peel out of her rain slicked latex dress. Michele didn't speak as she undressed, while he didn't speak as he watched. They had talked enough. More wasn't necessary. He was naked as he sat in the chair. She had watched him undress first. His cock, despite the physical punishment his attackers had inflicted upon him, was rock hard, throbbing, needful, so he stroked it slowly as he watched her. To be precise, it wasn't clear who was doing what for whom. Michele undressed and he watched, while at the same time she watched his hand move over his cock all the while. She watched the drop of precum at the tip grow bigger. She then watched the head of his cock swell even larger, grow even redder, more crimson. While she then watched his scrotum grow taut as the skin was stretched by his nine inch cock. When Michele was completely naked, she stood in front of Kincaid and used both hands to slowly pull back and clip her hair. Her breasts were full and luscious with each nipple already hard and pointed. Her trimmed pubic hair seemed to point down to her shaved pussy, the same shaved pussy that at least five cocks and one pistol had fucked just hours before and the same pussy that had wet his fingers in the car as he drove them to the apartment. Michele, who by know was insatiable for his love and his liquid, knelt in front of him as he spread his knees to give her room. His hand was still moving slowly over the length of his cock, as he caressed and readied himself for her, showing himself to her, teasing her. Their eyes were locked as they each anticipated what was to come without knowing any details of what would happen. Whatever would come they both would welcome it, embrace it, and savor it as best they could. She leaned into him to kiss him. He leaned forward to make it easier. Their lips touched softly and their tongues embraced. His hand was still on his cock. He could feel her breasts pressed against him there, touching his hand and his cock at the same time. With that touch, they both knew instinctively as what was to come. She broke the kiss and leaned back, still holding his eyes. She licked her fingers slowly and wiped the wetness between her breasts. She licked her fingers again wetting herself more. He understood, so he waited. When she leaned forward, he scooted down in the chair until she took his cock between her breasts. Her hands held her breasts from the sides. It was her breasts that held his cock. Her fingertips touched each of her nipples as she looked down at this cock and watched it move between her breasts. He moved his hips with each of her strokes. They were fucking each other in rhythm. The head of his cock moved up and down, his balls pressed into her skin beneath her breasts. Her nipples grew even harder under her fingers. She leaned back and released him, still holding her breasts, cupping them then. He held his cock for her as she used his nipple to play over the underside of his head. Each nipple smoothed out drops of precum; each nipple kissed him. As she knelt there, leaning back on her heels, she pressed her breasts together and let her nipples touch each other, each wet with his juice, each hard and pointed. She cupped each breast from underneath and held them up to lick. Her tongue reached them and circled them, flicked over them, all the while holding his eyes with hers, watching him watch her. Then she took his cock again between her breasts and fucked him as before. "I want to watch you cum," was all she said. He smiled and nodded, knowing it was okay, knowing it wouldn't take long. His cock moved easily through the wet valley. "Soon," he told her, feeling it coming. She released him and leaned back on her heels. "Show me," she said. He took his cock and began to stroke it for her with faster and longer strokes, as his forefinger moved over the underside of the head. His cum built inside him but he held back wanting to build pressure, until he could no longer hold it. His hand looked as if it was pumping his cum from his cock, pushing the white splatters upward with each stroke of his hand, pushing them upward to land on his stomach and abdomen. La Femme Michele: Paris Noir Her eyes followed each one, each splatter, each hot, white pool. His hand milked the last drop of cum from his cock, letting it drool down the side, over his fingers, into his pubic hair. When he was finished, she leaned in and began to lick away his cum. The tip of her tongue moved through the wetness, her eyes holding his, watching him watch her tongue play in his cum. He caught his breath as she finished capturing most of his cum. Her lips were shiny and wet when he kissed her. His taste was on her tongue as she pushed her tongue deep in his mouth. "Ready for a shower?" she whispered, smiling beside his ear. "Can you carry me into the bathroom?" he asked. Michele just chuckled and got up from the floor. She turned, bent at the waist, and looked at him from between her legs. Her ass was close; her pussy glistening. Then she stood straight and walked to the bathroom. When he heard the water running in the shower, he got up to join her… Later that morning, after their session of tender love making in the shower, as they lay in the silk sheets, Michele finally broke down in tears, as she lay next to her lover and looked out the bedroom toward the lights of the Eiffel Tower. As she sobbed Kincaid held her tight as she finally told him that, in her heart, her marriage was over. Michele then told Kincaid how unhappy she had been in her seven year marriage and that she could not believe that Barry had allowed her to take a lover and come to Paris. "Doesn't he love me?" Michele asked Kincaid over and over, but it wasn't a question that he had an answer to, since he, Kincaid, now held the future of both Michele and Barry in the palm of his hand. All Kincaid said was that he loved her and that should Michele want to stay permanently in Paris, he could ensure that she would never be unhappy nor feel unloved. Michele just continued to lay in Kincaid's arms, as she suckled her lover's strong fingers that gently probed her soft lips and face as they both slowly drifted off into a deep and contented sleep. The last thought that both of them had was that it truly had been a wonderful evening. To Be Continued!!