0 comments/ 18309 views/ 2 favorites LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 01 By: Deckard Kincaid This is the opening section of an e-novel of one woman's adventure and journey to the farthest and most erotic corners of the world. Michele is a young and unfulfilled American housewife who is swept up in the romance and eroticism of Paris by a man who is not quite as he appears. Kincaid is an elite undercover operative of one of France's most secretive of spy agencies who is tasked by his agency and sent on a never ending mission to steal as much information as he can from the world's leading technological companies, by all possible means. In this first book, La Femme Michele- Paris Noir, we are witnesses in seeing how the young and beautiful Michele Hudson is sexually liberated from her stifled marriage, seduced by the new man who unleashes her wild erotic side, all of which leads her becoming a trained operative of Kincaid's, known simply by her French code name "La Femme." The setting for this opening tale of sex, intrigue, decadence, adventure, romance, and love is the dark and noir high-tech world of Paris during the second decade of the 21st Century. It was a warm sunny day as Kincaid sat at his computer at the café overlooking the same French naval yard where he had first left for the shores to fight for his homeland during the Persian Gulf War, nearly 30 years prior. The memories of that time were short lived though as he sat at the café alone that Sunday afternoon, and watched the new generation of stealth corvettes head out to join the German navy in their stand off with the Americans of the shores of Germania, the newly formed Nazi dictatorship in what was the southwest African nation of Namibia. Despite the looming threat of war between the former NATO allies, Kincaid's mind was buried in the past, as he surfed the wireless Internet, via a wi-fi connection on his old Sony Vaio, and thought of his former lover Hiroko, the woman, just a few years prior, off the shores of Bermuda, he had been forced to sacrifice deep below the ocean surface. After he entered the CyberNation forum that was devoted to the subject of French culture, he browsed around the recent posts, using his online alias of 'theglobalsoul', he spotted a message from a user with the handle of 'la femme michele', who introduced herself to the group and gave as much of a life story as one can give in four sentences. According to Michele's post, she was a 25-year-old housewife living with her husband of seven years in the suburbs of Chicago, where her husband worked as the chief computer scientist at Motorola's military technology division. Michele said that she was hopefully going to visit Paris someday, with her mother or a friend, since her husband had a terrible phobia of flying, and that she hoped a real Parisian could tell her more about the City of Lights. Had Kincaid not been at that exact spot in Marseilles at that particular moment in time, and in the mood he was in, he would have never even had entered the forum nor seen the young woman's introductory post. Had it not been for the fact that she had claimed that her husband was a high level employee at Motorola, he would have never considered answering the American woman's query, but as fate would have it, he did. For you see, Kincaid had recently been tasked, by his agency, with exploring the vulnerability of American and Japanese companies with significant military technology contracts, of which Motorola was on the top of a very short list. As he sipped his Heineken, and watched as the aircraft carrier, Napoleon, slipped out of the bay onward to the ensuing confrontation off the shores of Walvis Bay, Kincaid began to think of how to reply, all the while studying the supple body of the young dark haired Japanese waitress, whom he thought could have easily passed for Ukiko's sister. Upon the departure of the waitress, Kincaid began to type: "Madame Michele, Please all me to introduce myself my name is Deckard Gregoire Kincaid, but my friends simply call me Kincaid and I live and work in Paris. I am a civil servant and single. I would love to chat with you and tell you more about my fair city. Sincerely, D.G. Kincaid" From that letter on Kincaid and Michele exchanged e-mail and chatted, via instant messaging, at least once or twice a week, but as time went on, and they each began to reveal more of themselves, the conversations and subjects went from being safe, to those that one can only share with a stranger. Their conversations often went on for hours as they described in detail their deepest and darkest fantasies, as well as their own dirty secrets. As they chatted and e-mailed Michele became more and more infatuated with the thought and fantasy of going to Paris, taking a lover, and leaving what she felt was a boring existence that had little of the adventure and passion she craved or had been promised by her husband, Barry, on the night they were engaged. For Michele, her world and her future had changed completely, when, on a Sunday morning, she saw in her e-mail box an attachment that simply was titled, "kincaid.jpg," with a return address of theglobalsoul@cybernation.fr. As Michele studied the image, she could not help but say to herself, "Is this picture really him? It couldn't be, could it?" For, as Michele looked into the hauntingly familiar eyes of the man who appeared to be an older version of her lost soul mate, the one who broke her heart at the age of 19, she felt in her heart the burning ember of sexual inhibition that she had long ago thought that she would never feel, or want to experience, again... Nine months later, as Michele walked off the plane, nearly ten hours after her Air France flight had left Chicago, she still could not believe that she was going through with what had just been a mere suggestion five days ago. It was only at her husband's urging that she had summoned the courage to not only fly, by herself, to a foreign country, but also put herself completely in the hands of what had been, until the day her plane ticket arrived in the mail, just a fantasy man who she never thought that she would actually meet. The day before she left, Michele's husband had told her, during a moment of jealousness, that she was crazy to travel alone to Paris to meet a man she had met online. It was this argument, in which Michele unloaded all of her complaints, threatened her husband with divorce if she tried to stand in her way of meeting Kincaid. Faced with the realization that she meant what she said, he backed down and apologized. According to her husband's cell mate, whom Michele's husband had befriended as he awaited sentencing hearing on charges of distributing child pornography, Michele had written to him that the moment that he had replied to her first message, she felt there was an instant spark between them. As Michele's husband further explained to his cell mate, Kincaid was from France, and that when his wife found out that he lived in Paris she almost didn't believe him, until, as her letter him in jail said, "The day he sent me a picture of him at the top of the Eiffel Tower over looking the beautiful Champs de Mars and the majestic 'City of Lights' beyond. The picture was taken on a sunny day; his face was tanned, rugged, as the sun lit up his dark blond hair and blue-green eyes. It was a face that I knew that I had seen somewhere before, before I was married, but it could not be him, it just wasn't possible!" "Upon seeing him, My pussy became moist as I gazed into his eyes and wondered what it must be like to make love to him and once again have my heart was captured by this all to familiar face. His rugged good looks reminded me, hauntingly; of that man I once knew and so deeply loved in my first and only year of college, which, because of the pain of our separation, even today I still cannot bear to write or speak his name." "He was a man in every sense of the word. He was a dreamer, poet, writer, and very much a cowboy who I am sure now travels the world looking for whatever it was that he had never found growing up at home. The last I heard of him, a mutual friend had said that the last she heard was that, 'he's somewhere over China, and from what I heard he left a note that simply said he'd be home when he got back.' Yet, as I looked at Kincaid's picture, I wondered if the man whom she was staring at was the Parisian reincarnation of the one whom I had loved and lusted after so much, and who caused me so much heartbreak and pain so many years ago." From that day on, according to her husband, Kincaid and Michele chatted online almost everyday, meeting in the same room at the same time. She said to her husband, that, "when we first chatted in a private room he was so kind and sweet," saying things that quickly had her panties very wet. Michele told her husband though that she had made it very clear to Kincaid that she believed that she was happily married, and that she and her husband, Barry, had recently, upon his urging, had begun talking about opening their marriage up to new sexual possibilities. For Kincaid it was because of this information, and the fact that she had revealed so many unfulfilled sexual desires, that he set about continuing their online courtship, for both his own personal and professional ends. However, throughout their online courtship, Kincaid was a true gentleman and didn't push her in any way, and he had made it clear to Michele that he did not want to cause any problems in her marriage. Finally, after nine months of chatting online and exchanging daily multiple regular, and often times erotic innuendo filled e-mails, she thought that she was ready to actually let Kincaid call her on her cellular phone. For the next week, after many e-mails regarding when to speak, they finally made a date for 8:00 a.m., her time, on a beautiful Sunday morning, when she would be out on her front porch swing. Michele's husband wanted to be next to her so that he could listen in; however, for at least the first call, she decided that she would be less nervous if she were alone with no distractions. That evening, even after a surprisingly passionate and romantic night of early love making with Barry, during which they tried several of the basic techniques of tantric sex that Kincaid had suggested, Michele could not help but feel restless, as she faded in and out of sleep dreaming about being with Kincaid, and living an adventure, in the city that was known for it's culture, music, history, romance and erotic flair. The dreams, when they finally did arrive, centered on her and Kincaid, and the fantasy life she had built in her mind. Her dreams were all about living the romantic and erotic life in Paris with this man of mystery whom she felt was so different than any other she had ever known. Finally, at about 6:00 a.m., just as the sun was peeking up over the horizon, Michele gave up on her rest, climbed out of bed, and went to make coffee. On the other side of the Atlantic, Kincaid had just arrived home to his flat. He had spent the entire morning walking the streets of Paris and walking up and down the Seine, after an all night love making session with his African maid, Monique, all in an effort to calm himself down before he called Michele. The final two hours passed ever so slowly for both of them, as the minutes seemed like hours, and finally, when the anointed time came, Kincaid's hands trembled like a nervous young boy, as he picked up the phone and dialed the number that Michele had given him. For even though Kincaid was nervous and felt his feelings for this woman grow, he knew that he had to maintain his composure and never let on his true motives for seducing this lovely woman. In their beginning chats online, which of course was by pure chance, Kincaid coaxed out of Michele more information about her husband's work at the Motorola Corporation, and it was because of this fact that Kincaid had been ordered to maintain their online courtship by the men in power who signed his paychecks. Kincaid was assigned to the French General Directorate of External Security (DGSE) where he was paid a king's ransom for being the agency's top economic espionage operative. During his long tenure with the DGSE, he had been directly responsible for the theft of billions of Euros worth of industrial and technological designs that now made certain French companies world leaders in the fields of computers and cheap high tech military weaponry. Despite his orders to remain on the case, after about two months of innuendo filled polite chatting and some suggestive e-mails, Kincaid had already become infatuated with Michele and knew that he had to find out more about this lovely woman, whom he knew only from her words and the image of her that he had hacked out of the Illinois Secretary of State's master computer. The first time he saw her picture he knew he had to have her. Her recent photograph and petite measurements made it very clear to not just Kincaid, but also his faithful partner, Luc, and his personal assistant, Maurice, that Michele was a more attractive woman than she had honestly given herself credit for during their chats online and in their e-mail correspondence. The more time went on, and their chats and e-mails became more personal and romantic, Kincaid became more and more aware of the troubles in Michele's own marriage. It was clear to Kincaid, and to other's who knew Michele well, that she married and settled down much to early in life. Seven years into her marriage, which at best she could describe as "comfortable but passionless," she had begun to search for an emotional escape from Barry, despite his recent suggestions in opening up their marriage to new partners. She found that emotional escape valve in her computer and CyberNation account. Barry now made enough money at Motorola so that Michele was able to escape her office job which she had held since she was 18. She was reluctant to leave her friends, but Barry pushed the idea, partly because he did not like the fact that her friends had told Michele not to marry Barry and for her to chase down and find that man she had loved so passionately when she was a wild 19 year old. Eventually Barry's pressure for her to quit overwhelmed her, and she left; however, a part of her hated him because, in essence, she felt like he had succeeded in breaking her independent and rebellious ways, and she was now dependent upon him for everything, from sex, food, money, and nearly everything else. That is why she loved the computer, as well as her journals, all of which she had locked away, in her trunk in the closet. It was in those handwritten journals that Michele had written her most erotic thoughts, none of which she had ever revealed to Barry, for she was afraid that he would try to use them against her one day, despite his desire to expand their sexual horizons. For Michele and Barry, as the years of their marriage went by, the thought of having children was just that, a mere thought. For Barry, the subject of sex was one that only interested him if it involved watching porn, and then, and only then was he able to become excited enough to sleep with Michele. Michele wanted much more out of her love and sex life, as she wrote in her journals, than Barry was willing and able to give or even express an interest in. Now that she was married and lived in a big house with few friends to spend time with, the opportunities for a safe sexually fulfilling affair seemed remote. There was only one dangerous and forbidden subject that even piqued the interest of Barry when it came to sex, that was the subject of an "indecent proposal." The idea came from Barry's second favorite Demi Moore movie, whom he always thought that Michele, in many ways resembled. Barry's other favorite Demi Moore movie was were 'Striptease' and 'Disclosure,' with the first one being known for her boobs, while the other one Barry loved for the computers. Finally, as for romance, in Michele's mind there was none, neither in the months before or since they had married. For Kincaid, the opportunity to know more about Michele came over the course of that Christmas and New Year, as Michele and Barry traveled for two weeks to spend the holidays with his mother in Arizona. According to the airline reservation system, which Kincaid easily hacked into from his part time lover Katya's beach house on the Riviera, Michele and her husband had purchased non- refundable tickets. With this knowledge securely in hand, Kincaid went about planning his trip to Chicago for the same time period so that he could learn much more about this angelic woman and somehow find a way to convince her to come to Paris and see what an adventurous life she could live, if only she could sample such an experience first hand. In the weeks that led to his departure for Chicago, Kincaid called in all the resources he had at his disposal to plan his trip and get inside the Hudson home. Kincaid was able to access a large number of commercial and classified French spy satellite imagery photographs to see just exactly where the Hudson house was, and what the layout of the neighborhood was. The French had taken such photographs of the area, as Michele and Barry had bought a large mansion less than two miles from the sprawling Motorola corporate campus. Kincaid then accessed a number of U.S. government databases that gave him information as to both Michele's and Barry's social security numbers. With these numbers, Kincaid knew, he had full access to most, if not all, of the information he would need to help him both get the girl, while at the same time infiltrate Motorola and gain access to their most profitable secrets. At the same time Michele and Barry's plane lifted off from Chicago en route to Chicago, there arrived, on board the regular Air Canada flight from Montreal, via Paris, a Frenchman who went by the name of Pierre P. LePue, from Cherbourg. The trip to Chicago had not been Kincaid's first, but it had definitely been more than a year. For the first 24 hours after his arrival, Kincaid surveyed the area around the Hudson home, which was protected by Brinks Security system. The Brinks Company was by far the easiest of the home security companies in America to hack into, and by the next morning all of the home's shields light timers had been taken down and offline. All one now had to do was walk up to any door and turn the knob and enter the empty domicile. The reason for this was simple, Barry wanted to have a showcase smart home, but he never really thought about the fact that someone could hack into his Brinks account and simply turn off the magnetic locks, none of which had a manual override, but then again neither did the people at Brinks who designed the system. That night, as everyone in the neighborhood headed out to parties or Christmas Eve mass, Kincaid slipped into the neighborhood, on foot, through the forest preserve and walked up and in to the Hudson home. Once inside, Kincaid took out his laptop, dialed into the Brinks computer system and put back online the Hudson's light timers, so that at 5:00 p.m., all of the lights in the house slowly began to turn randomly turn on, room by room, so that on the outside it appeared that someone was at home celebrating the holiday. Once the lights were on, Kincaid did his best to avoid to avoid walking by any windows in the front of the house. Fortunately for him Michele and Barry's computers were in the basement office, while Michele's journals were in locked in her nightstand and her trunks at the foot of the bed. Since Kincaid's trip was being paid for by the French government, he thought it best to focus on the person whom justified the travel expenditures, Barry. Barry's office was much like that of Kincaid's, cluttered with computers and peripherals; however, the information he sought was on Barry's Simtec desktop computer. Kincaid sat down at the machine and booted it up. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 01 While the machine went through its start up routine, Kincaid fished out of his backpack his laptop, as well as his CD of hacking tools and password breaking programs, and a Subway sandwich and bottle of Evian, for Kincaid refused to drink American water. The decor of the office was very plain, and if his choice of furnishings was any indication, unless it was a book devoted to computer programming languages, Barry likely had never, as Kincaid's favorite singer wrote and sang, "read dozens of books about heroes and crooks." While Kincaid was very patriotic, and worried about American domination in the fields of computers and advanced weaponry, he could not help but admire American authors, singers and song writers, especially those like Hemingway, Buffett, and Waller. It did not take long for Kincaid to figure out how to get into Barry's Motorola account, since like every typical computer programmer, he wrote down his passwords on a notepad next to mouse pad. For the next four hours Kincaid completely filled each of the 50 DVDs disks up with all of the information that they could hold. However, this information that Kincaid now safely stored away in his bag, and which he would then make backup copies later and then FedEx back to Paris, was only the tip of the iceberg. As he monitored the information downloads Kincaid explored the contents of Barry's office, which in Kincaid's mind screamed out that Barry loved his machines as much, if not more, than his wife. Kincaid sensed that the responsibilities of Barry's job, and his career goals, had somehow over the years had caused him to neglect his wife's needs. It was also apparent that Barry was a bit of a materialistic neat and control freak as Kincaid went through Barry's financial records and saved to a CD, all of the bank information he would need to launch the next part of his plan in separating Michele from Barry. At about 11 p.m., Kincaid had finished his mission of downloading all the needed information from Motorola's computers. On the disks were all the company secrets, including the master passwords, which Kincaid planned on using to infiltrate Motorola, as well as blackmail Barry, should he refuse to comply with the 'indecent proposal' that would soon be offered to him. Kincaid then turned off the computer and closed the door. Two weeks later, when Barry returned home he would miss the message on his computer, as he turned to watch the winning field goal of the Rose Bowl, which said that he last logged onto the Motorola system at 5:15 p.m. on 12/24. For the next two weeks, every night, after night had fallen, Kincaid continued his trips to the Hudson house as he read and copied, via a compact digital scanner, not just Michele's current journal, but the most lurid parts of her other past journal volumes which had been written since she was 18 years old. In all Michele's thoughts, feelings, fears, dreams, and fantasies covered 20 leather bound volumes. For Kincaid, he would have to read and work fast if he were to truly know and understand this woman whom he had come to love and whom he wanted to possess for his own. As he read through Michele's diaries he saw that this woman was exactly the type of woman he could love, and who could also, at the same time, fulfill his own sexually daring, voyeuristic, and sadistic fantasies. The diary entries about her sexual desires made even a man like Kincaid, a man whose sexual exploits in the field of international espionage, blush like a school girl. Several times, as he read, he had gotten so worked up reading about Michele's fantasies that he had to jerk himself off just so he could keep reading with a coherent mind. In her diaries were erotic stories and dreams of rapes, voyeurism, exhibitionism, romantic encounters, threesomes, kidnappings, gang bangs, dark alleyway encounters, lesbian love, submission, anal sex, butt plugs, dildos, bestiality, doctor visits, bondage, asphyxiation, sex with robots, etc... Most of the tales and dreams of lust were all written well after the advent of the Internet, but when Kincaid ran a system scan on her own computer; he found no traces of porn on the system. Yet, on her husband's system there was a long trail of websites that catered to the male voyeur, such as those that had hidden web cameras in teenage female locker rooms. As Kincaid rechecked Barry's system, he decided to plant, on the computer, a Trojan horse, which when it was activated, would download from a special website hundreds of classified documents a special company web site that, when visited, would trace back to the user, and thus open a truly embarrassing can of worms. For Kincaid, this was his true ace in the hole, and it was also one that he would activate, but only if Barry refused to accept and go along with his indecent proposal. Several days later, by the time he had completed reading her last journal, which it turned out was the first one she had wrote, which described her brief affair with a man whom Kincaid thought he himself might have met some years ago when he was traveling through Iowa to visit John Wayne's hometown of Winterset, he felt that he knew better than her husband exactly what kind of woman Michele was, and more importantly the kind of woman she wanted to be. The kind of woman Michele wanted to be, and the type of man she wanted to have, were completely opposite from the reality that Kincaid now found himself investigating as he set about looking at her clothes and taking notes as to her shoe and dress sizes. It was readily apparent to Kincaid that Michele was an X rated version of the character Francesca in the book The Bridges of Madison County, a book she had never heard of until he had suggested it to her early on during their online courtship. It was the same book that Barry had commented on one night as being a trashy married woman's fantasy. His comments on the movie, according to a message Michele sent to Kincaid one night, were even worse. However, it was pure coincidence that Kincaid had the same name as the cowboy hero of the book, but he felt it was a prophetic book for him. Kincaid envisioned himself as the cyberpunk computer cowboy version of Robert Kincaid, but he left the cowboy look to his best friend Luc. Kincaid's look bordered on the cyberpunk military edge. For Kincaid most of his wardrobe consisted of trench coats, conservative suits, and dark clothes, all of which were practical choices in the world of industrial, high-tech, and computer espionage. The last thing that Kincaid did, on that final night in the Hudson home, just hours before Michele and Barry's return, was to look at their family and wedding photographs, just so he could see more of the woman whom he hoped would someday be his in Paris. The wedding pictures of Michele were beautiful, as were all of the pictures of her. Kincaid desperately wanted to take one for himself as a souvenir, but he knew that if she ever found it, that all his work and planning to obtain the love of his life he had been so desperately seeking, would cause his entire world to crash down. Hours later at the airport, as he waited for his delayed flight to Montreal to depart, Kincaid, hidden behind a pair of It was obvious, from the look on her face, that she had not enjoyed the trip. As she unknowingly passed him, just inches away, Kincaid took off his sunglasses and watched her tight ass, in designer jeans, walk slowly out of her reach. "So close, yet so far," Kincaid thought to himself as he grabbed his backpack to head to the gate where his Pan Am-Air Canada flight would soon be taking off and sending him to another dangerous assignment, somewhere on the far side of the world. Several months later, in that same quiet Chicago suburb, Michele was sitting on the back porch watching the birds feed and play when the phone rang. She thought about not answering it, but only for an instant; as her desire for pleasure outweighed her fear and apprehension. She walked hastily to the living room sat on her sofa, her shaking legs barely able to support her, and picked up her cellular phone. "Hello." She said softly, trying to hide her anxiety, her voice almost betraying her. "Good morning Chéri. How is my darling this day?" Kincaid asked with a smile in his voice although his heart was also pounding in his chest and he too was shaking all over, for he too had been thinking and dreaming of this moment for quite a long time. "Wonderful, and you?" she answered. "Trie bien, and even better now that I hear you", as he reminded himself of the answer he always used when they chatted, hoping this would help both of them to relax a little. "I was so excited knowing that I was going to talk to you that I barely slept last night, and today I walked all over the streets of Paris just to calm and steady my nerves," he said. "I'm so happy to hear your voice after all those long chats we have had." "You know what sweetie?" Michele asked. "What my dear?" Kincaid responded "I just love your voice...you have just the sexiest voice I've ever heard." As she said those words her husband, who was listening from the kitchen, heard clearly the desire in Michele's voice. "Thank you.... yours is not bad either". He laughingly answered in his husky and throaty French accent. Both of them, hearing each other, soon began to think about the hot cyber love sessions they had in the chat rooms, and could now put a voice on the words they've been reading for so long. The mix of the voice with the sexy thoughts, that they both were having, was slowly starting to turn them on as the conversation began to quickly become more serious and to the point. "You know sweetheart I've been thinking of you every minute of the day these last months. I think I'm addicted to you," he admitted. Michele felt her hands start to shake after hearing his admission. She had been thinking the same about him and wanted to desperately tell him so. Yet, before she could form those words, as she listened to his sexy voice softly talking in her ear, her free hand slid down her stomach toward her throbbing clit. As Michele's breathing started to change Kincaid noticed the sudden shift in her breathing pattern. As Kincaid listened to Michele's desire build, his imagination begins to run wild, thinking of all the things she might be doing. However, Kincaid was still afraid to ask, despite his desire to know; for he didn't want to rush her or scare her, so, as all Frenchmen are won't to do, he began to start her off slow. His voice was soft and hardly heard when he asked, "What are you wearing this morning my dear?" Michele's voice was full of the desire when she told her soon to be lover that she was wearing her sheer white satin and silk robe. "Nothing else my sweet?" He asked. Lost in her rising passion she nodded "no" first, but then realized that what she needed to do was actually speak and tell him. A soft "no" was her only response. Sensing her shyness, Kincaid then took control of the conversation and told her not to speak, but just to do exactly what he said. He knew this would turn her on even more and hoped that it would also relax a bit. "Sit comfortably, close your eyes and just let my voice guide you, My Love," He said in a whispering tone. Following his orders, she settled more cozily into her outdoor chair, closing her eyes, letting his voice guide her hands and mind. Yet, even before he had said anything, she was already turned on and her body was on fire. "Spread your legs wide and let your hands roam over your wonderful body" he said "caress your tits and pinch your nipples." As her legs spread she could feel her juices start to leak along her slit, while her hands went directly to her aching tits, squeezing them over her robe. She could feel her nipples already hard through the light fabric. Then with one hand she removed the strap of it, unveiling one tit, while she sucked in her breath as she felt the cool air over her nipple. She then caressed, cupped, and squeezed her nipple softly, as her breath began to come out faster, as her excitement quickly grew with the imagination that it was his hand touching her. That idea and the pinching of her nipple got her even hotter as she let a light moan escape from her lips. She then pressed the speaker mode button on the cellular phone and let it fall near her so that both of her hands were free to take care of her heated body. Michele then bared her other breast and began to give it the same treatment, as she continued to let his voice take control over her body. "Let one hand slide over your stomach" Kincaid said in a hoarse voice betraying his desire and arousal. Michele reluctantly let go one of her tits and slid her hand over her stomach as Kincaid commanded her, "Don't touch your pussy, just caress the inside of your leg scratching the upper part". Michele's hand traveled down still, feeling the contact of her pussy hairs on the tip of her finger. However, she resisted the urge to let her hand go directly down her aching pussy so that she could get release from the intense desire that was building inside her. She wanted this feeling to last forever, and the longer Kincaid was going to play with her the more she knew she was going to like it. Michele was now feeling incredibly safe as his virtual sex toy. Her hand then slowly moved up along the inside of her thigh until she reached the sensitive upper part, at the same time she bit her lower lip in order to refrain another moan, as her nails scratched over her exposed skin, while her other hand still clung to her breasts, so that she could play with both of them at the same time, as he commanded her to, "Let your fingers slide lightly over your slit." As she followed his order, she felt how soft her bare pussy lips were, and how wet she had become. She couldn't believe how aroused she was even though her pussy hadn't even been touched. "Suck one of these fingers in your mouth as if it was my cock, make it really wet," Kincaid commanded. As he commanded her, she could hear his breathing becoming harder, and she wondered if he wasn't stroking his cock at the same time he was leading her. At that thought she envisioned him naked in front of her, his cock in his hand, hard for her, ready to make love to her. She wanted to ask him, but at that same instant her hand reached her mouth and she sucked hard on her middle finger and a muffled moan escaped her lips. As she sucked she tasted her sweet tasting nectar. By now there was no coming down from the kinky and euphoric feelings that now coursed through her veins. Kincaid then commanded, "Now I want you to cum for me Michele." He said, "Get that finger deep inside of you." Michele's hand went directly to her sex, and she plunged her finger inside right away into her aching pussy, at the same time her head jerked backward, as she let out a louder moan "huummmm yessssss," which Kincaid heard quite clearly over the speaker phone. Her moans now gave him even more confidence as he loudly said, "Get two fingers in!!! I want you to finger fuck yourself hard and fast!" Michele did as Kincaid demanded, and plunged her fingers in and out, and as far and hard as she could so that her hips were bucking up and down to meet her hand. She was practically hyperventilating as she moaned with each thrust, all the while whispering soft words to him. "Yesss baby I wanna cum for you" she said, "I want you Kincaid! Take me! Take me now!" She was starting to lose control; her mind was totally focused on his voice, and her pleasure. Behind her closed eyelids, she was fucking him, seeing their bodies entwined, sweat covered, seeing his hands caressing her, his lips kissing her. "I want your other hand to take care of your clit". She half heard him through her racing mind and moans. But still she followed his voice. Her hand let go of her tits and went directly to her aching and swollen clit, freeing it from its hood, while her fingers rubbed it hard and fast while she kept on finger fucking herself with her other hand. Michele's pussy was so wet that it leaked into the palm of her hand and drenched it, as well as deep down the crevice of her ass, as well as the tops of her thighs. Her moans became louder and louder as she was felt a huge climax building in her stomach. She arched her back and her body was thrashed on the sofa wildly, as her unfocused eyes flared open, totally blind to what was around her, still seeing the erotic visions her mind was sending her. Kincaid kept on telling her he wanted her to cum for him and how much he wanted her. Then he started to moan saying he was about to cum too, as Michele then realized he was masturbating too. This revelation then sent her over the edge as she came in a loud moan almost screaming, her body shaking all over, as her juices flowed to continuously form a little puddle under her bottom on the leather of the couch, while her pussy clenched her fingers. She barely heard Kincaid as he came with her, groaning and whispering her name. She couldn't believe how hard she came. She had been masturbating before but she never had such a climax, and now she was coming back to Earth, with a feeling of exhaustion that made it seem that she had had sex for several hours. "Kincaid?" Michele whispered breathlessly "Yes darling" answered Kincaid, as his voice betrayed the fact that he also had a hard time recovering from his own powerful climax. "That was wonderful sweetie! You were wonderful. I never had such pleasure masturbating". "You were perfect too, I wish we could have made love together for real". "Me too" she answered with a hint of sorrow in her voice. Slowly they started to talk about each other, little by little discovering, and in many ways rediscovering, each other. Talking was so much more personal than instant messaging. As they talked they shared those feelings that you share with only those people whom you most intimate, until finally after nearly three hours they had to hang up, and then planned on continuing their conversation online, but not before Michele could discuss with her husband Kincaid's special request. After she had showered and calmed herself down, Michele, who was still nude after her shower, sat Barry down and told him that Kincaid had offered, and Michele had accepted, with Barry's approval, to be sent to her an open-ended plane ticket to Paris, for travel to see her online lover, anytime she decided that she wanted to accept his offer to visit him for he termed "the most erotic four weeks" of her life. Yet Michele's husband, far from being upset, seemed relatively excited at the prospect of his wife being propositioned, and her acceptance of such a wicked and erotic indecent proposal. Barry had always fantasized about this, but always felt, falsely, that his wife loved and depended upon him to much too ever leave him and their comfortable lifestyle. Barry's decision was further solidified by the fact that when he logged on to his own e-mail account, he found a message from Michele's mysterious French cyber lover, which, after reading it, with Michele by his side, had turned Barry on so much that he made love to Michele with a renewed sense of passion, the energy source of which was Kincaid's 'indecent proposal.' A later e-mail, which Barry had received at work, was sent via an anonymous and encrypted remailer, to let him know what Kincaid's plans for his wife were, and that, with his permission, he would broadcast via the Internet, all of her sexual encounters, delivering it to him, via an encrypted web site. A third e-mail was sent that informed Barry that, as a way to back up promise of Michele's safety, Kincaid had deposited in Barry's credit union account $250,000 as proof that he could deliver the "goods." LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 01 It was after Barry had seen his new bank account balance, and after Michele had left America, that Kincaid informed Barry that the "goods" he sought, in return for his wife's safety, was his master user name and password to the Motorola intranet, and for him to provide any and all future requests for corporate information that Kincaid put forth. In return Kincaid promised that he would pay Barry a healthy fee, tax free, as well as suitable sexual replacements for his wife during the entire course of her absence, which Barry would later find out was a false promise, for instead of receiving a call girl, after having balked at Kincaid's later demands, after Michele had embarked on her trip to Paris, Kincaid activated the Trojan horse. 24 hours after the Trojan horse program was unleashed the FBI raided the Hudson home, and found enough classified information, on Barry's home and work computers, that it would only be a matter of time before Barry began serving a long sentence in a Federal Prison. Weeks later, as Kincaid read the online Chicago Tribune account of the FBI raid on the Hudson home, he sensed that Michele would never want to return home and wait faithfully, for up to 30 years, for a convicted traitor to her country, which according to news accounts, is exactly what Barry was. According to the indictment that was later filed against him, Barry was accused of trading corporate military secrets to the Russians, in exchange for money and Bulgarian hookers, the accusations of which were backed up by the evidence Kincaid had planted on Barry's computer and in his bank account. As for Michele, Barry claimed to his attorney that it was Kincaid, whom he had never met or even seen, whom had framed him, and stolen both his wife and freedom; however, since there was no evidence to support his claims, his attorney set about trying to strike a plea bargain. To Be Continued... LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 02 For most men the choice would have been simple, but like Michele, Barry was less than satisfied with his marriage as he too was longing for something more out of his life. He knew that Michele was not happy, and he wanted to do anything he could to save what was left of his marriage. Now here before him was the chance to be both rich, and in his mind, show his wife that he truly loved her. In Barry's heart he felt, when he accepted the offer, of his wife for money, before he was blackmailed, that it may not have been the wisest choice, but it financially was the best choice, they really needed the money now that Motorola was talking once again about layoffs, and his secret gambling debt was beginning to mount. With Kincaid's offer came the chance to fulfill Barry's voyeuristic sexual fantasies, while at the same time satisfying Michele's need for sexual adventure. For Michele, the opportunity for her to travel to Paris and live out a romantic adventure was what had ultimately led her to decide to pensively board the Air France jumbo jet, for she never knew about the money that now sat in Barry's savings account, which was what had motivated him to prod Michele into accepting Kincaid's offer. As Barry watched the plane taxi away he was completely unaware that he would never again hold or make love to his wife again, and that the pact he had now made with the devil, in this case Kincaid, would now, for at least the next few days, force him into complete professional and emotional servitude to the mysterious French man with no last name. As Barry later tearfully explained to Michele in his letter to her, after he had been arrested by the FBI, "it was the worst decision I ever made in my life." Nearly eight hours later after taking off, Michele nervously strolled through the Paris Charles de Gaulle airport, the time had come for her and Kincaid to finally meet. Her knees weakened with her desire for Kincaid that had been building ever so incrementally inside her, as each hour brought her closer to knowing that soon she would finally be in the one place she knew she wanted to belong, his arms. Yet she still could not help but feel guilty for leaving Barry, despite his encouragement. Somewhere in her heart she knew that the time was at hand to leave her husband behind as she looked around and sensed just how much of an adventure her time in Paris would turn out to be. Once past customs, Michele bypassed the baggage claim, as she had only brought a carry on bag, as Kincaid had instructed her. Kincaid had made explicit instructions that she was only to bring what personal hygiene items that she knew that she was going to need for her entire stay in France. Kincaid had informed Michele that he would provide her with all of the clothes she would need while in Paris, and that the clothes he chose, were the ones she would wear. As Michele walked through the final customs check point, where she showed the official her American passport, she was shocked to see just how chaotic the airport was. Her flight was rather uneventful, and since she was dressed in just her tight jeans, her old boyfriend's college sweatshirt, and stiletto heels, she quickly realized that she stuck out as an American in the sea of French men and woman that she now found herself lost in. As Michele strained to find Kincaid, she saw a man dressed in a chauffeur uniform holding up a sign with her name on it. Michele then walked over to where the man was standing and said "Hi, I'm Michele. Where is Kincaid?" The chauffeur then responded in his strong French accented English, "Madame, Monsieur Kincaid could not be here as originally planned due to an emergency at the hospital; however, he has given me clear instructions to give you this letter, and for me to drive you to his flat in Paris." With that said, Michele followed the chauffeur out of the terminal into the cool October air where a Mercedes Benz limousine was double parked. The chauffeur then opened the door, and let Michele into the back seat, as he admired her tight denim encased rear. As the limousine left the airport, Michele leaned back into the leather seat and opened up Kincaid's letter, as the soothing sound of piano jazz played softly in the background. The letter was handwritten, and said: My Dearest Michele, I am very sorry for not being able to pick you up at the airport, and I hope you accept my sincere apology. Maurice, who is my personal driver, is taking you to my flat in Paris. I have made sure that when you arrive that my Senegalese housekeeper, Monique, will greet you. By the time you arrive Monique will have prepared everything for you for your entire stay with me, which I assure you will be the most erotic experience of your life. I ask that once you arrive at my flat that you not refuse any request made by Monique, for she has been instructed to help you prepare for our first "encounter." After your arrival, I would like you to take three hours cleaning up, napping, and then eating the large meal Monique will serve for you, after which I encourage you to explore the area around my flat. At precisely 4 p.m., Maurice will return to the flat and pick you up. Once you are back inside of the limousine, you will be expected to follow every instruction given to you, as it will only enhance the pleasure that you will receive. Love Kincaid As Michele read Kincaid's letter, her pussy slowly began soaking her bikini briefs. She was more than a little nervous as to what she had now gotten herself into, but something deep inside of her was forcing herself to move on and submit to this man's charms and ways. The entire flight to Paris was one of high anxiety as she constantly thought of what was to come. She was so worked up that halfway over the Atlantic she locked herself in the lavatory so that she could peel down her jeans and bring herself to a climax, as she bit down on her own wedding and engagement ring to stifle the moans from her finger fucking. Michele was now feeling just as sexed up as she was on the plane, but thought it wise to focus on the scenery going past her. She soon became lost in the wonderment of the sights of Paris, as Maurice slowly made his way past most of the famous sights, and then headed down the Champs Elyse and passed the Arch de Triumph. Finally they stopped next to the entrance of a large apartment complex that looked like it had been designed by the same person who designed all of the beautiful buildings in Paris. Maurice then opened Michele's door as she slid out with her bag and leather coat. Maurice then handed her a key and instructed her that Kincaid's flat was on the top floor, and that once off the elevator she was to proceed to apartment one, which was actually the only apartment on the top floor. Michele then took the key from the chauffeur, who quickly reminded her that she was expected to be dressed and ready in about six hours. Once on the top floor she stepped off the elevator and proceeded to Kincaid's apartment. Once she unlocked the door she was greeted by Monique, a statuesque and beautiful dark skinned African women, who wore a very traditional and sexy maid's uniform, complete with stiletto heals and white lace panties, which were clearly discernible underneath the lace of the see through dress. Monique greeted Michele in typical French fashion with a kiss on her cheek, as if they were old friends, and took her hand to lead her to the master bedroom so that she could take a hot shower and bath, which was already prepared, before napping and then having a traditional French breakfast that Monique was in the middle of preparing. Monique, who spoke limited English, and Michele, who spoke no French, quickly learned that they could carry on a conversation, but that they could only convey the simplest of ideas. Monique then left Michele to herself as she went back to the kitchen to finish preparing her meal. As the door was closed behind her, Michele looked around at the cavernous master bedroom, which she quickly realized had no walls, but instead was surrounded by windows that had no curtains, and that the apartment was surrounded by taller buildings, two of which were hotels. Michele, who had always had a streak of exhibitionism in her, just shrugged her shoulders and said 'ce la vie,' as she pulled her favorite sweatshirt over her head and stripped down to her birthday suit. Once she was completely nude she went into the bathroom, and found herself with not just the most spacious bathroom that she had ever seen, but also one that had no privacy, as she clearly saw people going on about their business her from across the road in the hotel next to Kincaid's flat. Michele then stepped into the already running shower and began washing off the stale air and dirt which stuck to her from the nearly ten hour trip to from Chicago. As she showered, Michele found that Kincaid had placed in it several sex toys, including a long and thin dildo, and a smaller one that Michele knew was for a rear entry only. As Michele showered and soaped her self into an erotic frenzy, she knew that if she did not cum now, that when the next chance came (no pun intended), the force of a delayed orgasm might make her lose complete control. As she rinsed her hair and soaped up her body, Michele then reached for the long and thin dong, and then slid down to the shower floor and began putting on a show for a very special audience not just for the people across the street, but also for thousands of hackers around the world, thanks to a challenge to crack the site that Kincaid had placed on a Usenet web site. For you see, minutes after Michele had arrived at Kincaid's, her husband Barry, half a world away in Illinois, had logged into the special Russian encrypted web site that Kincaid had set up and watched as the real-time video cameras, which were set up everywhere Michele was scheduled to be, began their broadcast of Michele's first erotic encounter in Paris. However, Kincaid, who himself was a voyeur and, in true hacker spirit, wanted to share Michele freely with his fellow hackers, wanted to see if the new beta version of a commercial French and Russian encrypted web site design could be hacked. Within hours of making the challenge, the encryption algorithm was broken and shared around the world, well before Michele had arrived at Kincaid's apartment, where Barry and thousands of young hackers looked on at the new adult starlet of the Internet. Michele, who was completely unaware of the hidden cameras around her that allowed her husband and thousands of other to watch her, quickly guided the plastic prick to her drenched pussy as she slowly inserted it and began a fucking rhythm. Michele then gripped the dildo with both hands as she brought it deep into her and all the way out, as she flopped around under the spraying water like a demonically possessed woman. Soon Michele was cumming and moaning hard until finally she was gasping for breath and becoming dizzy from the erotic drunkenness that she was now in until finally, minutes later, she finally settled down and slowly got up and, because her knees were now weak, grappled the shower railing for assistance. Once she was on her feet she turned the water off and got into the bath tub where she proceeded to continue her self pleasure session until finally she could cum no more and then weakly got out of the tub and put on the large terry cloth robe that Monique had placed outside the door. As Michele toweled off and put the robe on, she slowly regained her composure, placed her hair up in a towel and headed toward the bed, whereupon she disrobed and collapsed on top of the satin sheets and fell into a deep sleep. It had taken Kincaid nearly a year to work out every last detail, but as he watched from his office at the DGSE, he instinctively knew that this first act would be just the beginning in a very erotic French journey that his new mistress had willingly dared to partake. In his mind Michele would be his new secret weapon in his mission to save France from being a second rate technological power; however, before he could take her out into the world as his lover and partner, Michele would have to be trained to be the wanton slut he needed her to be; yet before she could be accepted, she would need to be given a thorough physical exam, by his employer's physicians, at the nearby government hospital by his associates, all of whom would be instrumental in training Michele to be a 'personal operative.' Hours later, after the chirping of the alarm clock on the night stand sound, Michele stretched like a cat, got up, put the silk kimono on Monique had laid out for her, then stepped out into the dining area where Monique had prepared for her a traditional afternoon petit dejeuner (breakfast) of croissants and jam, fruit, cafe au lait and yogurt. As Michele took her place at the antique dinner table, Monique handed her an International Herald Tribune newspaper and a second letter from Kincaid, which she promptly opened. The letter read : Michele, I hope that you have enjoyed your shower, bath, and nap. Monique has picked out a very nice dress for the day. Since we have never met, and since we all must be careful these days, I have arranged for a colleague of mine to give you a thorough examination. If you are upset by my request I will understand completely; however, in order for us to proceed with what we have fantasized about, you must take this exam! I assure you that the exam will be performed by a complete professional, and that you will not be subjected to any harm or discomfort. If I do not hear from Monique that you have changed your mind, I will then expect you at the clinic at 4 :30. Monique has laid out for you a dress that I am sure you will like. However, I must remind you that the outfit is best to be worn sans vêtements de dessous! Love, Kincaid Michele was stunned by what she read. "A physical exam?" She said aloud, but as she thought about it more, especially in light of all of her fantasies that she wrote in her diaries about being taken by her gynecologist, the better it sounded. It also seemed to her a reasonable request, but since she had just had one a month ago, she had no doubt that she would pass the exam with flying colors. After finishing her coffee, Michele then headed into the bedroom to brush her teeth and do her hair. After applying a little bit of makeup, she then proceeded to put on the dress that Monique had selected for her. As Michele put on the tight light blue strapless lycra mini dress, she felt it wrap around her body like a velvet glove as it caused her breasts to rise and stand out more then any of her dressed in her closet at home ever could. As for the length, it barely covered her white and lace thong covered bottom, which she admitted with a wicked grin, after weeks in the gym shaping her body up for Kincaid, looked pretty good. She then put on the pair of white stockings and heels that she Kincaid had purchased, which were most comfortable, and accentuated her tight ass and shapely legs. Never before had Michele ever worn an outfit as sexy as the one she now found herself in as she put on her watch and then grabbed her purse as she headed out for a stroll. Proud of the way she looked in her new outfit, as her pussy became moist from all of the stares of the men she passed, Michele walked for about an hour around the city with the help of a guide map that Monique had given her. The weather was a wonderful 85 degrees as Michele was momentarily lost in the romantic architecture that she now found herself surrounded by as she watched lovers young and old along the Seine kissing and holding hands. As the sun shown over the river, illuminating the glorious old buildings and bridges, she silently wished that Kincaid was with her to enjoy and share in the romance around her. Meanwhile, as Michele was crossing the Ile De La Cite and looking up at the Cathedral de Notre Dame, Kincaid was finalizing the plans for Michele's exam. After he had made his last telephone call dealing with the logistical and technical details of what was to come, he made a call to Barry, who was now in bed sleeping and preparing for what Kincaid hinted at was going to be an eye opening experience. As Barry sleepily answered the telephone, Kincaid dispensed with the pleasantries and asked him, "So, my friend. Was your wife's masturbation broadcast proof of what I promised?" Barry just nodded and said, "yes. When is the next broadcast?" "In one hour my friend she will be subjected to a very thorough medical exam here at my clinic where I have set up numerous cameras, so that you will be able to see first hand, and from different angles." Kincaid then went on to explain that he had arranged for Michele's exam to be conducted by one of the finest and most handsome men in Paris. The truth was that the exam was a test to see just how sexually fit little Michele was and to see if her body could withstand the planned sexual punishment and pleasure she was to receive during her Parisian adventure. Additionally, the doctor was going to administer to Michele an ancient African sexual potion called Mahala, that would cause her libido to come alive, thus allowing her mind to accept the erotic reality of what Kincaid had planned for her to experience. As the men talked about what was to come, Michele arrived back on time at the entrance of Kincaid's apartment, where Maurice was waiting. Maurice then greeted Michele, and opened the passenger door for her. As Michele slid in to the car, her skirt rode just high enough to allow Maurice a glimpse of her ass, pussy and inner thighs, the sight of which caused his cock to stir in anticipation of what was to come. Maurice then snapped himself back into reality and took Michele on a long drive to the clinic where Doctor Didier LeBeau was giving the nurse, whom Kincaid had especially selected, because of both her open mind and English language skills, last minute instructions on her role in their new patient's examination. As Maurice arrived at the clinic, he looked back at Michele and said, "This envelope is for you. Master Kincaid has instructed me to return in one hour, I will see you then mademoiselle" Michele opened the envelope and read the handwritten note inside. 'Come to room 421, and be prepared to obey any instructions given to you. Kincaid.' As Michele got out of the car, she felt her pulse quicken as she walked to the entrance of the clinic, while Maurice watched with satisfaction her beautiful spandex covered bottom walk away. A few short moments later Michele was in the elevator heading for the 4th floor, and as she watched the numbers on the elevator she could feel the desire within her rise. As she rode up Michele could feel her pussy getting warmer and warmer. Her nipples were hard and thick and poked through the thin fabric of her dress. Michele hesitated at the door of room 421; however, once she actually knocked, she knew there would be no turning back. It was a telling moment, one of fear and excitement at the same time, as Michele took a deep breath and knocked on the door. However, for a long moment nothing happened and Michele was left listening to the pounding of her heart. Suddenly the door opened and Michele found herself looking into the face of a complete stranger! The man, a doctor, was in his mid fifties, balding, with gray hair and crystal clear blue eyes. "Yes?" The doctor said in thickly accented English. "Oh, I'm s-s-s-sorrry," stammered Michele, "I m-m-m-must have the wrong room." The doctor's smile seemed to pierce right through her, as he said, "No Mademoiselle Michele, you are at the right place. Please come in." Michele's eyes slowly widened as she began to grasp what was about to happen. As if in a daze she felt herself walking into the spacious examination room. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 02 "Take your jacket off and stand here." said the man and pointed to the middle of the room. Michele took her jacket off and then stood where she was directed. She casually looked around the room, hoping to see her virtual lover, but Kincaid was not to be found. The doctor, meanwhile, was now sitting in one of the hospital's hard back chairs and seemed to be enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. "Turn around Michele and face away from me." he said firmly in his thickly accented English. His voice seemed to command her and Michele found herself turning before she could even think to disobey. Facing away from the old but handsome doctor was even more disconcerting, as Michele felt her palms becoming sweaty. She was acutely aware of her near nakedness beneath the thin dress. Michele was left standing that way for several minutes, when she heard the doctor get up and walk around the room. Although she could see him, she didn't dare turn around, her hearing became more sensitive as she listened to the opening and closing of steel cabinets and instrument drawers. As Michele stared at the wall, she suddenly gasped softly as the doctor pulled a blindfold down over her eyes. Now, despite the fact that she was clothed, Michele felt more vulnerable and exposed than she ever had before. Yet, it was another couple of minutes before she felt the touch of the doctor's warm and strong hands again, but despite herself, Michele was getting more and more excited by this strange turn of events. Suddenly, Michele heard the doctor move behind her and felt his hands, which were gentle, reach for the hem of her dress. As Michele trembled, the doctor slowly lifted up her dress. "Oh God," thought Michele, "he's going to see EVERYTHING." Michele had not thought about it up until now but, unlike most American women, her pussy wasn't freshly trimmed or waxed like she had wanted to prior to her flight to Paris. As the doctor pulled the dress up, over her bosom, Michele could now feel a draft of air drift across her now naked and unbound breasts, which caused her pink nipples to crinkle and stiffen at the sensation. Michele half expected the doctor to touch her now exposed breasts, but instead, he continued to remove her dress, as she raised her arms, and then placed it on a chair. After placing her dress on the chair, the doctor then moved slowly around Michele so he could drink in the site of her and examine her body. The American was very pretty, and he left her there for a few moments, so he could let her savor the sensation of being naked, blindfolded, in front of a strange man, whose name she didn't even know his name. "Hands behind your head Michele. Elbows back" The doctor said suddenly in his thick French accent. Michele quickly did as he asked, and pushed her elbows further back, which in turn caused her breasts to further stand out, for both her presentation and the doctor's examination. "Feet apart," the doctor then ordered, as Michele wordlessly spread her legs. She had never felt so helpless, as she heard the doctor moving around her again, examining her. By now she was so wet that the doctor could see her feminine dew begin to form on her pussy lips. Then, as the doctor was walking around examining her, there was a sharp knock on the door. The noise startled Michele, as she gasped and said to herself, "What should I do?" Her heart began to race in a panic as, to her horror, she heard the doctor go over to the door and open it. "Entrée vous" the doctor said, as Michele felt her face flush a beet red as she heard the sound of a pair of high heels as someone new walked, upon the linoleum floor, in the distance toward her position in the examination room. As she heard the clicking of shoes come nearer, Michele realized that their were at least two people coming in the room when the door closed and she could hear one of them take a seat in the chair that was in front of her. "Place her on the table." said the man in English, as Michele suddenly recognized, from the sound of his raspy voice, that it was Kincaid, who was now sitting and watching her, as his two colleagues proceeded with the next part of her "examination." Michele felt cool delicate hands sit her on the cool leather table, place her high heeled feet into the stirrups, and attach straps around her ankles and the tops of her thighs. They were then cinched tight, as similar straps were placed around her wrists, which then tied securely above her head. Michele then next heard the sound of a bowl being mixed, and then felt the warmth of shaving cream being applied to her pussy. She was about to be shaved, and the implement to be used was a straight edge razor that she could hear being sharpened on a stone. As she squirmed in the stirrups, she heard the female whisper into her ear "Relax Michele, I suggest that you not move, one false move and I will cut this lovely cunt of yours with my razor. You see, here in Paris, we women like the feel of a piece of cold sharp steel being applied to our pussy lips. The newer razors and waxing techniques do not compare and are quite inferior to the simplicity of the straight edge razor. NOW RELAX, I am sure that you will get quite a thrill of being shaved the old fashioned way. I KNOW I DO!!" Michele inhaled deeply as she felt the cold sharp steel touch her skin and begin shaving her hairy pubis. Until now, no sharp instrument had ever touched her down there, but now here she was, tied to a table, being watched by strangers as a woman, whom she did not know, take a knife and slowly remove her thick patch of pubic hair. The feeling was humiliating, but as the shaving continued, she became more and more excited as the woman took the sharp blade and tenderly and carefully rid her pussy lips and her asshole of all of her soft pubic hair. As the woman slowly shaved her, Michele could feel and smell her pussy getting wetter. The effect was clearly being noted be her "barber," when the woman said, "I think she likes the feeling of the blade on her helpless pussy, listen to her breathing. You can tell from her dripping juice that she likes my touch very much." It was at that moment that she felt the woman wipe the excess shaving cream from her pussy, and then suddenly pressed her lips and tongue over and into her pussy and asshole so that she could sample and savor the fruits of her labor. As the woman lapped up her juices Michele let out a low guttural moan of orgasmic release that slowly enveloped her barber's face. "Very nice." said Kincaid in French. "Now take 'plusieurs photographies' (several pictures). We want to have something to remember this moment." He then said in French to the woman and man in the room. "These photos will come in handy if we need to blackmail her husband after we steal all of her husband's company's military secrets." "Photographs?" thought Michele, identifying one of the few French words she knew, as she tried to wake up out of her orgasmic stupor, "Oh No!" However, before she could protest, Michele heard the click and whir of an old fashioned 35 mm camera as she heard herself being photographed from several different directions. "She's very pretty like this isn't she?" said the woman's voice, in French accented English. "I love these nipples. Look how hard they are" the woman said as Michele felt her right nipple being softly stroked. The woman then took her other nipple and grasped it between her thumb and forefinger, and watched Michele gasp in pain and pleasure as she pulled her over-sensitive nipples forward. "I think Kincaid made a wise choice in asking that our new patient have her pussy trimmed by us," the woman said to the doctor as she stroked Michele's very moist mound. "Kincaid, perhaps you can lend her to us for an evening during her stay?" Kincaid laughed and then said, "Perhaps, but I would probably be more inclined to come along and watch, as well as a couple of others whom I know would be interested in seeing your special techniques." Michele laid there quietly as the doctor, the woman, and Kincaid discussed their plans for her in French, and English. Their English conversation was, at once, terrifying and exciting, as she heard the woman say, "She's got a perfect ass too. I'd love to heat it up for her," at which Michele felt the woman's hands stroke her bare buttocks. Because of the way the woman was stroking her bottom, Michele wondered if a spanking was next. However, the doctor chuckled and said, "Maybe next time. We had better begin our examination." Michele then felt the woman grab her left nipple firmly, as she said to her, "Come with me Michele", as she removed her ankles, legs, and wrists from their table restraints and led her, still blindfolded, into an adjoining examination room. Once in the next room, the woman said to Michele, "Good girl. Now stand still." Michele's nipples were throbbing where the woman had tugged at them, The woman then disconnected Michele's wrists, which were still latched together, and pushed her forward, causing her knees to bump up against a low table. "Get on the table. Lay on your back." said the woman in her thick French accent. Michele did as she was told and found the examination table to be padded with leather. The woman then carefully adjusted Michele's position, as she ordered Michele remove her blindfold, but to keep her eyes closed, and to spread her knees wide apart. Afterward, she heard the nurse leave the room, leaving her alone once again with the doctor, who had now dropped the end of the table under Michele's buttocks, leaving her completely exposed. The doctor then reached over and turned on the bright floodlight at the end of the table. "Hmmmmm." he murmured interestedly. Michele squeezed her eyes tight. She felt her face flush hot with embarrassment and knew the blush was sliding down her face and onto her upper chest to the tops of her breasts. Michele then felt the stirrups being adjusted. They were stretched a little wider and pulled a little closer to her body. Michele then felt her buttocks and pussy spread even wider for the doctor's inspection. The doctor's hands felt warm at the top of her thighs. "Hmmm, nicely shaved lips." he said as his hands slid higher and gently rested a thumb on either side of her smooth pussy. The doctor pulled his thumbs apart, peeling open Michele's pink, wet interior. "Hmmm, yes, you seem sexually aroused Michele." he said. Sliding his thumbs higher, the doctor pulled the head of her clitoris back to expose the sensitive area. Michele felt the hands slide lower and now the thumbs were resting on her buttocks and pulling them apart. Each touch of hi hands were electric and Michele knew her arousal was perfectly visible to doctor and nurse who could see her most intimate parts. Michele tried without success to stifle a moan. The doctor just chuckled, "Sensitive hmm? Well a submissive little girl like yourself should be used to that kind of stimulation." Michele opened her eyes to see the doctor squeezing a tube of lubricant onto his finger. Embarrassed at what was happening to her, she closed her eyes again. The doctor's finger teased around her rear opening as first one finger then two twisted and penetrated the submissive woman's bottom. Michele squirmed. "Tsk, tsk. Can't have you thrashing all over the table." said the doctor. In a flash, cotton straps were holding Michele's ankles firmly to the metal stirrups. She was helpless, yet the added restraint only seemed to turn her on more. "Give me your hands Michelle." It was the nurse's voice. Michele opened her eyes and saw the beautiful blonde nurse right beside her. As if in a dream she lifted her hands and offered them to the doctor's assistant. She felt her hands being pulled to the head of the table and fastened there. Her breasts were now flattened against her body like little mounds with only her turgid nipples sticking up. The nurse's hand slid down Michele's side, dragging across her left nipple. She felt it, squeezed gently by the nurse as she walked to the end of the room and sat down. Michele's body was in a turmoil of sensations. The doctor's twisting, penetrating fingers were pulling out of her bottom. "We'll be checking your reflexes again," he said as he turned to pick something up. Michele felt the end of something hard touch her now open anus. The doctor pushed and the long thin object disappeared into her slippery rectum, as her anus contracted down on the foreign object now held in her. Another object was now sliding into her pussy. She couldn't identify it but it was perhaps the size of a small egg, she thought. A third object was resting high on her shaved pubis, almost directly over her clit. "We're going to watch you have an orgasm Michele", said the doctor, "Given your current state of arousal, you'll be quite helpless to prevent it but just in case, we're going to give you a little help. The warm fingers on Michele's right nipple made her jump. She looked up to see the doctor putting a clear ointment onto it. Immediately her nipple started tingling. It was warm and not quite tickling, not quite itching. It felt like a dozen tiny insects were crawling all over the nipple. The doctor let go and the already hard nipple stood out further. Michele felt it aching to be touched. She wanted to beg the doctor to take it in his mouth but she bit her lip and moaned softly instead. The doctor was now doing the other nipple and a moment later, both were thicker and longer than Michele could ever remember. She was squirming harder now, as only her restraints held her to the table. The doctor chuckled and moved back between her legs. A moment later, Michele felt the device in her pussy come alive. It was a vibrator! The device in her ass vibrating also immediately followed it. Michele cried out. She couldn't help herself. The doctor reached up and turned on the final vibrator. The vibrations directly over Michele's clit were too much. She was bouncing up and down on the table. With another cry she felt herself starting to cum. It was all consuming, including every part of her body. Her nipples contracted even tighter and seemed directly connected to her clit, her pussy and her over-excited anus. Again and again and again she came, pulling at the straps that held her. Finally, limp and exhausted, she could come no more. As though from a million miles away, she felt the vibrators being pulled from her and her wrists unfastened. It was a few more minutes before Michele could regain enough composure to open her eyes. The doctor was smiling at her, "Kincaid is going to be proud of you. I'm going to give you a parting gift before you go back with him. Call it a graduation present. Michele's eyes widened as she watched him squeeze a little of the teasing ointment onto his forefinger. A moment later she gasped as his finger slid gently but firmly all the way into her bottom. He twisted back and forth for a moment, coating the sensitive membranes of her rectum and anus before pulling out. The sensation was immediate. Despite herself, Michele felt a desire to have her bottom penetrated again. Michelle looked down and saw the doctor holding another rectal plug, but this one was quite a bit more menacing than the one she had just experienced. "This plug is a little different than the one you just experienced. As you can see it has two ridges, not one and it's a little longer." "I promise to be gentile." said the doctor. Michele then bent forward and obediently pressed her cheek to the cool leather. Michele had never been more excited in her life. Her pussy was soaking wet and she could feel a tiny trickle of her own juices working it way down her thigh. She then felt alcohol being applied to her arm as she suddenly realized that an injection of something was being prepared for her. However, before she could protest, Michele felt the prick of the needle on her arm, as she felt a syringe full of Mahala being injected into her blood stream. Then, after the needle was removed, Michele heard the loud snap of rubber gloves, which caused her to open her eyes, after which she watched as the doctor's long and lubricated coated finger again slid slowly, but firmly, deep into her now very open and vulnerable bottom. Michele couldn't stifle her loud moan as the doctor's finger violated her still tight anus. The doctor just smiled as he continued to relubricate her bottom, first with one finger, and then with two, the sensation of which caused Michele to shudder and moan even louder, as the in and out twisting motions of the doctor were now driving Michele crazy with lust as she felt the thin fingers go deeper and stroke the thin and delicate walls of her rectum. However, before Michele could summon up the energy to bring about a small orgasm, the doctor's fingers slowly pulled out from Michele's tight rear passage, but as he withdrew, Michele clenched her rectal muscles involuntarily in a vain and desperate attempt to keep the probing fingers within her. A few moments later, she felt his hands spread her cheeks far apart. Michele felt the doctor's strong and callused hands hold her bottom, when suddenly she gasped as he slowly inserted a tapered steel speculum into her ass. The size of the plug in her ass was very large, but the beginning portion was thin, which the doctor deliberately slid slowly in and out of her butt, so that she could accommodate and easily swallow its enormous size. Then, after a few minutes, but without warning, the doctor slid the whole plug into Michele in one long motion, slowing only for a moment as the thick bulge in the middle of the plug passed into her body, the force of which caused Michele to gasp and moan as the steel plug penetrated her like a dull sword. As the doctor forced the plug into her, the doctor had to hold Michele firm, when the plugs entered and then passed their widest parts, as the sensations she was now receiving brought her close to another orgasmic release. Once the widest part had passed, the nurse who had shaved Michele looked on with awe as Michele's rectal muscles slowly pulled the giant steel plug the remainder of the way into her bottom. Michele gasped in pleasure as she felt cold steel tip of the plug home in on her center of being, like a torpedo, and then suddenly anchor itself firmly in her shapely rear. The thick bulge in the middle of the steel plug was now deep in Michele's rectum, and because of the way it was designed, there was no way that Michele could push the plug out; however that was the last thing she wanted at this point. After the speculum was in place the doctor inserted a second plug into her now upturned ass, which contained a radio controlled vibrating and elongating mechanism, which could reach a maximum length of 10 inches. Until it was removed for her, and that had yet to be determined by Kincaid, the solid steel state of the art anal intruder would remain securely where it was. The injection that had been given to Michele was an experimental mind control drug. Mahala was an African potion that the French were testing on unknowing female subjects. The drug was designed to make women both sexually uninhibited and prone to sexual experimentation. For Michele, the doctor had administered a mega dose of the drug, which now coursed through her blood and would soon have a direct effect all of her future decisions. With her libido now fully unleashed, it was hoped that her sex drive would make her more willing to expermiment sexually and unafraid to embark on place During a brief respite, Michele watched the nurse inject her with another dose of Mahala, after which she heard a 'click' and then felt the anal plug suddenly come alive as the tip of the plug started to grow longer and extended itself deeper and deeper into her bottom in a slow but relentless twisting movement. At this point all Michele could do was whimper as the doctor, as well as Kincaid, and her husband (along with thousands of other hackers who had been watching via the Internet ever since she entered the examination room) watched as she clenched her fists and wriggle in her bonds as the exquisite sensation of being mechanically probed caused her body to tremble in a desperate attempt to cum. However, before she bring herself to that point of release, the tip of the plug retreated, and then again, quite slowly, started to extend deep into her again. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 02 The doctor, as he watched his patient beg and plead for her orgasmic release, looked at the clock on the wall, patted her bottom gently, and said, "Please stay quiet Michele. We have only just begun the examination." The girth of the anal intruder, combined with its cold metallic shape, caused Michele to breathe even more heavily, as the doctor continued on with his exam of her pussy. As Michele lay there watching the older doctor bring her, time and time again to the brink of orgasm, she tried to focus and not loose complete contol. However, that task was nearly all but impossible as the doctor examined Michele, forcing from her a continuous chorus of cries and moans. For about the next 30 minutes Michele was probed, pinched and slapped by the doctor as he measured her every response with the simply question, "does this hurt?" Michele had never been into S and M, but she quickly found herself now being turned on more and more with each touch of the doctor's rubber gloved hand, as the butt plug continued to pulsate and rotate inside of her. Finally, and without warning, the doctor announced to Michele, "well my love, based upon my observations, you are clearly in the utmost physical and sexual shape that such a beautiful young woman can be. Au revoir!" Michele meekly said, "merci," as she watched the doctor and nurse leave the room, leaving Michele alone, on her back and strapped down, with her ankles in the stirrups, on the exam table. Michele could only moan in a desperate plea to not be left alone, as she heard them both walk to the door and leave. She now felt even more vulnerable as she laid there on the table alone while the butt plug continued its assault with easy and long in and out strokes, all of which caused her to continue to gasp with orgasmic moans at each deep penetration. The next ten minutes seemed like hours before Michele finally heard the door open again to the sound of heavy footsteps, which soon made their way to her side, as the steel plug continued to work its way deep into her rectum bringing her ever closer to another orgasmic release. As the plug burrowed and opened up new areas of her bottom, the footsteps stopped and she heard a familiar voice whisper, "Hello Michele" into her ear. Kincaid then asked, "Have you been a good girl?" Kincaid's reassuring voice caused her to smile, as she gasped, "Oh yesss." She then whimpered, "Please... Please Kincaid fuck me!" Kincaid just smiled as he winked to the Internet camera, and moved in between her legs, where she heard him remove his trousers as they fell to the floor. Michele then felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her drenched pussy, as he smiled, into the video camera, to Michele's husband half a world away. Kincaid then gently nudged his cock head between her swollen pussy lips and held it there, as he teased her desperate body, which by now was absolutely desperate for release. "I watched the whole thing, you know." Kincaid said, "I've been here the whole time Michele." "Oh Kincaid, please take me... Please!" begged Michele. Kincaid then timed his first thrust to be at the same time and speed as the penetrating steel anal plug. Michele now felt herself completely filled in both front and behind at the same time, the sensation of which was just too much for her as her body trembled with the first of several massive orgasmic waves that now were bearing down upon her. Michele loudly cried out, again and again, as each orgasmic wave washed over her, until finally, as if from a distance, she heard Kincaid cry out as he pulled out of her and shot his spunk all over the sweaty heaving breasts. As Kincaid recovered, Michele laid quietly and contentedly, as the plug was turned off and her bonds were undone. When the bonds were finally removed Michele looked and reached up to kiss her new lover passionately. After several minutes of their first passionate embrace, she whispered to Kincaid, "Thank you mon amour," as she began purring like a contented cat. As Michele lay on her back on the exam table, Kincaid cleaned her breasts with warm water, and then turned her over and wiped her bottom, but not before savoring the taste of her pussy juice. With her nectar on his tongue, Kincaid and Michele kissed her deeply once again. As their tongues met and their hands probed each other, Michele saw what looked like a camera on the exam room ceiling. However, before she could study the camera, she turned her attention back to Kincaid, while half a world away her husband was stroking his cock slowly, as he watched Kincaid slowly fuck his wife for a second time. After cumming for a second time, and then kissing passionately for many minutes afterwards, Kincaid and Michele broke their embrace, at which time Kincaid got up to retrieve her dress from the chair. As Michele got up off the exam table and walked around the room, with both the plug still lodged in her butt and her high heels still on, her husband watched his lovely wife stretch her tight naked body as she looked out of the hospital window that overlooked the Seine. When Kincaid looked up from putting his shirt back on, he said to her, "Michele, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen." As she blushed and looked down at her feet, Michele said, "You are so wonderful, I never knew that sex could be this good." Kincaid then handed Michele her dress, which she slowly put back on as Kincaid explained to her the rules of her stay in Paris. Kincaid said, "You see my love, I intend your visit to Paris to be a true sexual adventure, and as your host, protector, and now your lover, I intend to fulfill everyone of your sexual desires, of which this exam was just a sample of the kinds of pleasure you can expect to receive." As Kincaid explained to Michele, who was now fully dressed in her sexy white spandex one piece dress, the plan of the next two weeks, it became very apparent to Kincaid that his new lover had more permanent plans, as his noticed that she had removed the wedding band and engagement ring that had been on her finger just a moment before. It was at that moment that Kincaid knew that he could send a message to his colleagues to prepare for Michele all of the elaborate kinky and dangerous situations in order to convince her to never leave Paris and join him as his partner in both love and war. Several minutes later, as Kincaid and Michele walked out of the hospital, hand in hand, Maurice promptly showed up at the hospital. As they entered the back seat of the Mercedes, Kincaid instructed his personal assistant to drive them to the Louvre, which was usually just a short drive down the Seine, but with the afternoon traffic it ended up being an hour before they reached the main entrance. As Maurice drove, Kincaid held Michele firmly in his strong arms as she rested her head on his large sweater encased chest, closing her eyes and purring like a kitten as her French lover caressed her arms, shoulders, and legs. By now Michele had become accustomed to the steel invader that was firmly rooted in her ass. The plug, even though Kincaid, via a pocket remote control, had turned it off, reached new depths in her rear passage as she sat on the soft leather seats in the back of the car. As Michele lay in her French lover's arms she slowly drifted off to sleep as the Mercedes slowly made its way to the art museum. As Michele slept, Kincaid and Maurice, who for privacy now spoke in French, went over the evening's plans. According to Maurice, who was about the same age and build as Kincaid, all of the dresses and outfits that Kincaid had ordered for Michele had just arrived and were now ready for her to wear. In addition, all of the plans for dinner and the entertainment afterward were now set. When Kincaid asked about the remainder of Michele's schedule, Maurice pulled out his Palm Pilot and handed it back to his friend. Kincaid scrolled through the finalized schedule, then looked at his American lover and smiled, for he knew that she would be forever changed by her experience and would never want to leave France and the pleasures of Paris. After Kincaid handed back to Maurice the Palm Pilot, Kincaid used his cell phone to check his e-mail to see if the Russian ambassador had sent him anything regarding the late night party that she was hosting at her estate in Versailles, and where he and Michele would be heading after they had dinner and saw the floor show at the Moulin Rouge. As they neared the museum, Kincaid decided that he should wake his sleeping beauty, and pressed a button on his key ring, which in turn caused the butt plug to spring to life. As the anal invader began to quiver in her deep recesses, Michele slowly awakened in a series of soft moans, while both Kincaid and Maurice watched with erotic amusement. As the plug vibrated and brought the sleeping beauty to life, Kincaid slowly pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her heaving breasts. As her breasts were freed from their spandex cage, Michele reached up and brought her lover's lips down to her rock hard nipples, as she found herself reaching under her skirt to touch her pussy. Very soon, as the Mercedes continued it's slow march to the Louvre, Kincaid had completely taken off Michele's dress and had her splayed open in the back of the large and luxurious automobile. Michele was very much an animal in heat, thanks in large part to the Mahala that now coursed through her blood, as Kincaid licked and pinched her nipples to a rock hard firmness, while she diddled her clit, as the anal intruder once again began burrowing into her tiny rump like a snake slithering to its prey. It was all that Maurice, as well as the other cars around them, could do to stay focused on the road and not on the spectacle, which was now taking place in the back seat of Kincaid's car. As the car wound its way to the entrance of the Louvre, Michele thrashed about as a giant orgasmic wave poured from her loins and onto the back seat. As Michele came, Kincaid held his lover steady as she convulsed and howled like a woman demonically possessed, while her hair cascaded all over her body. As she continued convulse and gasp for breath, Kincaid held and squeezed together her breasts firmly in his palms while he simultaneously lapped up her orgasmic juices that trickled out of her and onto her shaved pussy. Finally, as Kincaid licked and sucked her orgasmic essence, Michele closed her eyes and lost herself in yet another Parisian orgasmic afterglow... LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 03 When the car finally made its way up to the museum entrance, Michele was still splayed half naked on the back seat of the car, as Kincaid was slowly pulled her form fitting dress back down her body. When Michele was finally clothed, she tussled her long hair, after which she and Kincaid exited the car and said good-bye to Maurice, whom was scheduled to pick them up at Kincaid's apartment in about three hours. This time frame provided Kincaid with a few free hours to give Michele a small tour of the world's most famous erotic art museum, the Paris Institute of Fine Arts, as well as let her meet some very special young men, art students, whom Kincaid had been mentoring, and whom he hoped, during her stay, capture on canvas and in oil both her inner and outer beauty. Kincaid got out of the Mercedes first and then helped his lovely lady, who despite her tussled hair, still radiated unbelievable beauty and eroticism, as her tight form fitting dress and white pumps framed her body in a pose that he would never forget. As Maurice closed the door and gave Michele her jacket, Kincaid thanked his assistant for the ride, at which Maurice replied, as he looked up and down at Michele's busty frame, "no my friend, thank you!" Maurice then returned to the car and headed back to Kincaid's apartment, which was only about six blocks away across the Seine, where he would begin finalizing the details of Michele's training at the Roissy. As Kincaid led Michele up the marble stairs to the museum entrance, two dark skinned and handsome young men, whose lean and muscular frames were dressed in jeans and black T-shirts, both eyed the lovely woman that hung on their benefactor's arm. The sun still shone bright in the July sky as the museum had just closed for the afternoon, however, as Kincaid was a museum patron, he had been granted permission to give Michele a guided tour. Upon seeing the young men, Michele was introduced to the Patel brothers, Atikur and Arjun, both of whom were art students from India, whose studies and living expenses Kincaid was financially sponsoring. Kincaid was friend's with the brothers father during his time in the Navy, and after their parents died, he dutifully brought them to Paris to continue their studies. Day's before Michele's arrival, Kincaid had arranged for the brothers to give them a guided tour of a special museum exhibit on the legend of the Kama Sutra, the ancient Indian art of Tantric love making, which Kincaid had mastered during his years in India with the French navy, and which he taught an introductory course there at the museum. After their arrival several months prior, Atikur and Arjun, who were both virgins, had asked Kincaid to teach them the ancient art, and with Michele's arrival, both men now had a soon to be ready and willing female subject with whom they hoped they would soon be able to practice the ancient methods with, under the tutelage of their benefactor and mentor. The Kama Sutra is a centuries old manuscript from India dedicated to the art of lovemaking and sexual fulfillment. Its chapters contain detailed instructions for stimulating, seducing and satisfying one's partner. It has been considered by many to be the "bible" on the study of pleasure and intimacy and is the most famous sex manual ever written. As the art students guided their benefactor and his lovely companion and walked through the galleries that displayed ancient scenes of Indian men and women making love and practicing the ancient art of love, Michele became flush with excitement at the prospect of learning from Kincaid, and his 18 year old students, the ancient art. The erotic images, as well as the history lesson she was given about the Kama Sutra, served only to intensify the sexual heat that Michele's loins were emanating, as she walked slowly, while the steel plug in her rear continued to pulsate and wiggle with each movement of her graceful legs, that were perched high on her white heels. Michele was in heaven as she walked and clung to the arm of her lover and listened to his protégés explain the ancient art of the Kama Sutra and the numerous legends behind the Tantric art of sensual love making. Kincaid was extremely impressed at how quickly these young men had learned about the history of the ancient sex manual text and also how eager they were to shed their virgin status and become men, with the gracious help of their mentor's female companion. However, that lesson would have to wait until later in the week, for the students had just enough time to show Kincaid and Michele their most recently completed art projects, and then escort them back to the museum's main entrance and say good-bye. The sun was still bright as Kincaid and Michele took a long walk back to the apartment where Maurice and Monique were busy completing their tasks in order to insure that Michele's stay would be perfectly orchestrated. As Maurice rechecked the Internet camera connections, he accidentally pressed the wrong button and, without his knowing, brought down the firewall that kept outsiders from accessing or finding out the IP address of the web site that had been setup for Michele's husband to have a bird's eye view of her sexploits during the first week of her stay in Paris. Additionally, after reviewing the classified data streaming out of Barry's computer back to Paris, the DGSE had sent a message to Kincaid that the agency had approved Michele's enrollment into the agency's special training school at an ancient castle on the outskirts of Paris in the suburb of Roissy. Meanwhile, for Barry, the time on his freedom was winding down, as he would soon be made, and refuse, an offer that for him would unleash a Pandora's Box of nightmares. During their long walk back to the apartment, Michele and Kincaid held each other's hand as they strolled along the Seine, past the ancient bridges, and past the vendors who sold cheap paintings of the Parisian cityscapes. Michele could hardly believe that, even with a two hour nap and several orgasms, she was wide awake and full of sexual energy, as Kincaid seemed to relish the opportunity to show her his city and his hometown. Maybe it was the butt plug, but then again it may have just been the combination of romance and eroticism that Kincaid had awakened in her, which was causing her to act like a lusty and naughty schoolgirl on her first date with an older man whom she knew that her late parents would never have approved. Thanks in part to the Mahala that had been injected to her at the hospital, there had been awakened such a primal need in Michele that she was now indifferent to the possible dangers and complications that such tryst could unleash. Michele's only concern was pleasing Kincaid, and as she gazed at him, when he presented her with a rose from a street vendor, for he sensed that her submission to him would by complete by the end of the week, and that she would do anything to make him happy and please him. Before they continued their leisurely walk back to the apartment, Michele asked if she could buy some postcards and then take a break at a café and have an authentic French café latte. The request of which Kincaid acquiesced and picked out from a street vendor several postcards that showed Paris as it was in the 1920's when the City of Lights was home to the "Lost Generation" of writers including Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Hemingway once wrote, "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young person, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." Hemingway was Kincaid's favorite American author, and he much admired the man's ruggedness and the powerful images his writings provoked. His favorite Hemingway novel was the erotic classic, "The Garden of Eden," which is set on the Cote d'Azur in the 1920's, and is about an American writer and his glamorous wife, and the dangerous erotic game they play when they fall in love and lust with the same woman. It was the very café that they were going, the Café de Flore, which served as a focal point for Hemingway and the other intellectuals of the "Lost Generation." Michele, who despite her long flight, early morning arrival, and physical exam, was amazingly awake and not the least bit tired as she wrote a short note on a postcard to Barry, which said, "The weather is here, wish you were beautiful!" As Kincaid watched her write several more postcards, he told Michele that he had already called Barry to let him know that she had arrived safely, and that he would have her call tomorrow, after she had "slept off" her jet lag. After their café lattes came, Michele and Kincaid talked and watched the endless parade of people walking by. Michele told Kincaid that she was amazed to see just how Americanized the city was, as over on a corner was an advertisement for 'The Gap', while on another corner was a McDonald's. Kincaid then commented, with a laugh, that if she thought it was bad in Paris, "wait until you see Tokyo," as he flashed her a mischievous grin and then kissed her deeply. For about the next 45 minutes Kincaid told her semi truthfully the story about his first and only marriage. It was a sad story really, though completely false, as he told her the tale of how the slowly fell out of love over the course of their six years together. Kincaid admitted that the breakup and eventual divorce was basically his fault, as he opened up about the brief affairs he had and how his erotic desires, and lack of romantic overtures, were just too much for his Japanese lover, Ukiko, to handle, despite her love of the teachings of the Kama Sutra. Ukiko, he said, was the daughter of the former Japanese Imperial Army general and ambassador to France, and that she was a well known actress in Japan, who had appeared in at least 30 martial art action films. The truth of the matter was that Kincaid was forced to kill Ukiko, during a session of very dangerous session of underwater sex, after he found out that she was a double agent of the Noh, the ultra secret organization dedicated to once again making Japan a world military power. As a Kincaid's personal operative, Ukiko was his willing partner in a dangerous world of sexual experimentation, espionage, and danger that took place in all corners of the globe, and it was those dangerous sexploits and daring that Kincaid wished to recapture and share with Michele. Kincaid was haunted by the erotic ghosts of his time with Ukiko, who, because of her father bore a scar on her face with the word 'Kabuki' that was forced her whole become a woman of disguise, and as a reult a most effective and deadly assassin. He spent many lonely nights writing in his journal about the orgies in St. Tropez, watching the exotic looking Ukiko seduce the dictators of several African countries, and her dominatrix sessions as she tied up, fucked, interrogated and then killed the rogue spies whom she had been instructed by Kincaid to destroy. The hardest moment in Kincaid's life was when the director of the DGSE revealed Ukiko's true identity as a double agent for Japan and ordered Kincaid to make his lover disappear. Ukiko's disappearance took place off the Bermuda coast when they were on holiday, for a week of scuba diving and treasure hunting. During his solo dives down to an ancient Spanish Galleon, Kincaid prepared for his wife's death on the deck of the ancient submerged ship. For Ukiko, in Kincaid's mind, her death on board the sunken ship would be a fitting end, as she was now going to know what it felt like to be the fish caught in the fisherman's net. On their final day on the chartered yacht Kincaid suggested to his lover that they make one last dive to treasure hunt. As they prepared for the dive Kincaid did some last minute checks on Ukiko's oxygen tank. He made sure that she had more than three hours of air in her tank, more than enough to keep her alive as she was bound up in the trap that he had set. He intended her end to be one of complete sexual excitement and terror. In the DGSE Ukiko was known simply by her nickname of "The Zero Woman". Danger and death were an aphrodisiac to both Ukiko and Kincaid, but it was she that seemed to love it the most, while Kincaid got the most excited by watching his lover become entrapped and ensnared in sticky situations and then, at the last minute, barely escaping with her life. For Ukiko, it was the thrill of the chase and escape that drove her libido, and so it was fitting, in Kincaid's mind, that she would die as a trapped fish as she was tortured by him in the deep recesses of the sea. Ukiko's body was never known to be found after Kincaid had left her struggling valiantly with two eels embedded her ass and vagina. Ukiko had always fantasized about what a snake or eel would feel like, and now there she was, being violated and given nature's own form of electric sexual torture as the man whom she loved abandoned her, as she found herself bound, nearly weightless, hanging from the crows nest of the ancient Spanish ship. Her white T-shirt still clung to her body as she struggled in vain to escape even as her oxygen tank was being caught in the netting causing it to be pulled off her back and tied up over her head as the hose that led from the tank to her mouthpiece was pulled taut. Her limbs were ensnared in the chains of the old ship, and her hands were pulled tight over her head, with the ankle bracelets attached firmly to the same single chain that bound her legs and positioned her limbs so that her ankles nearly touched her ears. Ukiko was splayed open now as fish food for the circling sharks, who were attracted to the scent of her womanly juices that poured from her leaking vagina. However, they did not call her the female Houdini for nothing she thought as Kincaid swam away. As Kincaid disappeared into the deep and back toward the surface, even though she knew it was his duty to kill her, Ukiko vowed revenge, but first she would have to figure a way to escape her bonds and the sharks that were closing in on her for dinner. However, for Kabuki, salvation and rescue came in the familiar form of Maurice, Kincaid's personal assistant, who had been paid handsomely by the her father, General Kawasaki, to shadow his daughter, after having been notified by a Noh mole within the DGSE of his daughter's termination order. Yet, before Maurice could reach Ukiko in time, the sharks had already marred her beautiful body. Thanks to her father, a team of GENOM, which was a front company for the Noh, scientists and doctors had been dispatched to Bermuda, whereupon, inside the company yacht, they saved the near dead and scare faced assassin, who, because of the permanent scars on her face, would eventually be transformed into the cybernetic samuari known as 'Kabuki.' For the next several months, back in Chiba City, GENOM's top scientists worked around the clock to transform Kabuki into a dangerous and beautiful bionic lethal weapon. The code name for their project, in which she was the subject, was called Project Kabuki, in tribute to her late mother. During these months Kabuki was placed into a deep artificial coma so that GENOM's top scientists could more easily experiment on her new cybernetic body. By the time her new body was complete, Kabuki had been completely transformed into a lethal and sexy cyborg with all new limbs, which now gave her super hero strength and speed, as well as new breasts, new computerized eyes, and a computer brain implant, which allowed her to access cyberspace directly via her brain. A year later, in a Chiba City hotel, the cybernetic Kabuki relaxed with Maurice in her bed, after thanking him sexually for saving her life, and swore to him that someday she would get revenge against Kincaid, no matter how long it took. However, for her to gain that revenge she decided it best to stay in Japan with the GENOM Corporation, where a new assignment and position had been provided to her, courtesy of her powerful father, as the company's director of security. Meanwhile, back in Paris, as Michele and Kincaid walked the final mile to his apartment, through a dark and deserted boulevard, the butt plug once again hummed to life inside of Michele, for he had just pressed the remote control on his key chain, which was directly connected to the timer in the steel anal invader. Upon seeing Kincaid hold out the remote control, Michele gasped in pleasure as she realized just how the steel bullet in her was being controlled, looked around, and then gave a wicked smiled to her French lover, as she reached down and pulled her dress up to just about the midsection of her abdomen. For Kincaid it was an absolute pleasure to watch several garbage men who were busy down the boulevard, gawking at Michele, who was obviously feeling extremely horny and daring thanks in part to the butt plug that buzzed softly in her behind. The two of them then continued to walk down the deserted Boulevard Saint Germaine as several men stopped what they were doing, whistled and called out to Michele in vulgar French. As they walked a short distance, Michele noticed a small and unoccupied alleyway, and hurriedly pulled Kincaid towards an alcove out of site from the street. The erotic sensations that she was feeling were now too much as she pinned her lover to the wall, kissed him deeply, and then told him to, "fuck me NOW!" Without any need for encouragement, Kincaid pulled up over her breasts the remaining portion of Michele's dress, and pulled her body to his. The two of them were like two caged animals in heat as Kincaid turned Michele around, pulled off her dress and then grabbed her again and bent her over an old rusty Vespa that was next to an open and half empty jug of cheap Bordeaux, which lay in the alleyway. Kincaid then, in a ragged and panting voice, told Michele, as he unclasped and stepped out of his jeans, "I am going to rape you now, and then, when I am ready, I am going to you lay you over this motorcycle and pour that bottle of wine onto you and drink. After that you are going to suck on my cock swallow my cum, and then wash it down with the remainder of the wine!! UNDERSTAND?" To which Michele gave out a smile, as she replied meekly, "yes Master!" Michele's submissiveness, which finally was brought to the surface, was the coming together of Kincaid's domineering words, the buzzing in her butt, the alleyway, and the pure decadence of it all. Michele's mind was now reeling as Kincaid pressed his ten inch cock in her dripping pussy. As Kincaid's engorged prick plunged into her, Michele moaned like an alley cat in heat, as his cock and the steel bullet in her butt moved against each other in a slow rhythm, all the while he held her breasts tight and kissed and sucked on the nape of her neck. As the two of them began their animalistic ritual, several college boys from Canada looked down, from their flat above, in disbelief at their good fortune of witnessing what the brochures meant about Paris being the "City of Love." Michele's cries of passion echoed of the buildings that surrounded the alleyway, as she yelled out, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" Her moans were so loud that in no time at all she had drawn a crowd from the apartments above. Looking up, Kincaid saw that her moans were drawing a crowd, the sight of which only caused him to fuck Michele even harder as he got up from holding her bent over body and stood upright, as he held her ass high above the bike, as her head rested on the seat. As Kincaid pounded into Michele, from behind him he heard footsteps, which caused him to turn around in fright, as he thought it might be a policeman, but instead to his relief it was just a dirty bum in the hopes of getting a better look. As the bum came closer, Kincaid held Michele firmly down, so that she could not see him, and told her to close her eyes, which she unquestioningly did. Kincaid then pulled out of her and told her not to move as yelled in French to the bum, to "Pick up the wine you dirty bum, and stand away until I tell you to come close. When I give the signal I want you to pour it all over this little American whore, and if you do I will give you five Euros and let you watch. Oui?" To which the bum nodded "oui," grabbed the wine, and then moved out of Michele's view. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 03 Kincaid then turned his attention back to Michele and pulled her up roughly, and then spun her around so that she was on her back and splayed open, with her head resting on the gas tank. As he spun and placed her down Kincaid warned her in a menacing tone of voice, "You keep your eyes shut woman, or else I will leave you in this alleyway naked if you dare to try and open even one eye!" Michele just nodded her head yes and listened to footsteps as suddenly a splash of wine fell on her sweaty breasts. Before the wine could spill off her she felt Kincaid's strong hands and tongue lap it up, and then he pulled her up and told her to open her eyes. When Michele opened her eyes she saw first the bum, and then the gazers from the balconies above, she was filled with fright as she realized that this was not what she had in mind when she decided she wanted to fuck Kincaid in a public place, but before she could protest, Kincaid had ordered her to squat down on her now scuffed and dirty high heels, and suck the life juice out of him, while he leaned back on the seat of the Vespa and reveled in the spectacle that he and Michele were making. As she took his cock into her mouth with both hands, Kincaid held Michele's hair tight as she sucked his cock, which was now drenched with her juices, the sweet taste of which caused her to suck hard and deliberate in a desperate attempt to taste and savor, for the first time, Kincaid's salty spunk, which she could quickly feel building up in his balls. As Michele sucked she could hear the men from above cheering her on in French, while the bum came up close behind her and marveled at the steel plug that protruded from her ass. Sensing an intrusion of her space, Michele yelled at the bum to back off, which he did, and then put both of her hands back to work while Kincaid talked dirty to her in an effort to spur her on and make him cum quickly, which he soon did. As Kincaid bucked and began spewing into Michele's mouth, she nearly choked on it from the force of and the amount that now poured forth. But before she could savor it, Kincaid ordered her to swallow and then to down the half empty bottle of wine for a cum chaser. As Michele slurped up his spunk, she looked up to see that she was now in control of a very potentially dangerous as she milked every last drop. When her mouth was full of his salty seed she swallowed, picked up the wine bottle next to the motorbike, and then slowly stood up after which she wrapped her cum covered lips around the bottle and tilted her head back as Kincaid's cum dripped off of her chin and onto the ground and her breasts, as her lips encircled the bottle, and she slowly sucked the wine down her throat. Despite swallowing, Michele still had so much cum in her mouth that a large amount of the red wine escaped her lips and ran down the valley of her chest and down to her dripping pussy. The mix of her lover's salty sperm and the warm wine was a new kind of heaven that her tongue had never tasted, but it was one that she hoped she would taste again, hopefully sooner rather than later. Kincaid looked up at Michele and marveled in her beauty as she stood before him, in all her naked and decadent glory with red wine all over her breasts and pussy, as the afternoon sun lit up her fair skin. Michele's body was also smeared with motor oil and grease from the motorbike that Kincaid had fucked her on, and it was, Kincaid knew, at that moment in time, a truly memorable and incredibly erotic site, and one that would forever be burned into his imagination, as he laid on the back of the bike, still mesmerized, as Michele bent over him and kissed him deeply. To Kincaid the taste of her cum and wine coated lips and tongue were heavenly as he held her by the shoulders so that she could straddle him for one last ride on the Vespa. Kincaid was semi hard as Michele guided his prick towards her dripping slit and inserted him into her velvety opening. The steel bullet in her butt was now starting to cause some discomfort, and as she rode Kincaid to a new hardness, she reached around and slowly began pulling it out of her, as his hands traveled down to her hips to balance and hold her firm on top of him. The plug, which by now had a bit of a vacuum seal going, became difficult for Michele to grip, but when she finally did, she then had to fight with her own rectal muscles in a kind of tug-of-war in dislodging her steel appendage. As Michele ground her pussy on Kincaid's cock, while she looked up and smiled at all of their anonymous onlookers, she slowly began to win the struggle taking place behind and in her. Once her control over the steel torpedo was established, Michele took her time in dislodging the heavy and very shiny butt plug, as she continued to straddle and fuck her lover, who held her steady by her breasts. However, the pleasurable sensations of removing the plug from her dark depths was something she had not counted on as all of the sudden she began to breath rapidly and then moan wildly as she felt the largest section pass through and out of her, as her muscles reversed gears and spit out the plug, which then tumbled to the concrete with a loud "clank." Kincaid continued to hold Michele steady as she moaned like a wounded animal as the throes of her most intense orgasm, since she had arrived in Paris, struck her pelvis and empty anal cavity like an electric shock of the highest amplification. As she came, the spectators above just howled, clapped, and cheered when they saw the butt plug hit the cement and Michele collapse in a sobbing and sweaty heap onto Kincaid, who just held his lover tight and close, showering her with loving kisses as her sobs and tears of pleasure slowly calmed down and she could regain her composure. The two of them stayed that way for several minutes until finally they dislodged themselves from the back of the Vespa, and picked up their now very dirty clothes that lay in a pile in the middle of the alleyway. Michele helped Kincaid get dressed back into his shoes, pants and T-shirt, and then after he was situated he picked up her dress, which was now torn in several places, and was also soaked with grease and sweat, from the ground. After he handed the dress to Michele, she slipped it over her grease, wine, and cum stained body, and then pulled it all the way down and over her ass, which it barely covered. Kincaid just smiled as Michele made one last tug and then came up to him and kissed him deep and asked him if he was still horny, too which he just nodded yes, picked up the butt plug off the ground, and then held out his hand. Michele took her lover's strong hand and the two of them continued their leisurely stroll back to the apartment, through a labyrinth of back alleys where, when it was dark, a young woman dressed as provocatively as Michele was would never dare to travel. For nearly 30 more minutes, Michele and Kincaid held each other tight as he guided her through the winding alleyways of old Paris until finally, after what had been a most interesting afternoon walk, they arrived at the apartment's back entrance and headed up to the top floor using the ancient stairwell that creaked and groaned with each step. When they finally arrived at the top of the stairwell Michele wrapped her arms around her new lover and gave him a very long and very deep kiss, before she finally broke free and told him that she really needed to pee, as the wine and coffee she had drank had now run their course. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 04 When they returned to the apartment, the dark and statuesque Monique, who dressed only in a silk kimono robe, greeted them and led them to the bathroom where a hot shower and bath were already drawn, and ready for the three of them. Prior to their arrival back at the apartment Kincaid had instructed Monique to be ready to give Michele an introduction into the art of female love. Once inside the spacious bathroom, Monique took Michele by the hand and led her and Kincaid to the shower, where the three of them stepped into the steamy mist. By now, Michele was so drunk with lust that it took no encouragement to get her to relax and enjoy the feeling of both Monique and Kincaid making love to her as they soaped her up and then fucked her under both the gentle shower spray, as well as in the large bath tub, all of which was done under the watchful audience of Michele's husband, Barry, as well as the 500,000 others on the Internet who had now learned about and had logged into the increasingly popular website. For Barry, it was an erotic rush to watch his wife be defiled in a way that he had only dreamed about; yet, for some reason he had strong feeling that something was not right, and that it may have been a mistake to let his wife travel to Paris and fulfill her darkest fantasies. Kincaid, Michele, and Monique enjoyed their wet and soapy love making for nearly an hour until Maurice returned to the apartment. As Maurice let his presence be known, Kincaid told Michele that the time was short and that they would have to get ready for their evening at the Moulin Rouge and for Katya's party in Versailles. Breathlessly, after both succumbing to several mind-blowing orgasms, Monique led Michele out of the tub and wrapped themselves together in a gigantic towel to dry off and continue their loving kisses and explorations of each others bodies. Kincaid then excused himself and told Monique that she had one hour to prepare Michele for the evening. With her master's order, Monique led Michele to the master bedroom where she sat Michele down in front of a mirror and told her to relax as she prepared her hair, and then applied her makeup. Meanwhile, as Monique prepared Michele for the evening, Kincaid, who was listening in to their conversation on the webcam, began planning for Michele's daily regimen of training, which would commence at Katya's party. As Kincaid finished dressing, in his own European way, he summoned Maurice to his study and told his trusty assistant that in one week he would make an offer to Barry that he would be unable to refuse. However, when Kincaid was asked by Maurice, who was in fact Kincaid's subordinate in the spy agency, what would he then do if Michele's husband refused, Kincaid looked sternly at the monitor that showed Monique preparing his new lover for the evening, and then said, "You know me Maurice, I have killed men over much less. My years in the service taught me that everyone has their price! Should her husband balk, well then he will have a very rude awakening. From what I can tell, and from what I have heard, it will not be much of a challenge to make Michele forever mine, especially when she learns about what crimes her husband will soon be arrested, thanks to a special program I placed in his home computer several months ago." Elsewhere, Monique prepared Michele for the evening, during which she dropped hints as to what she was to expect during her vacation and time with Kincaid in France. Without giving away any details, Monique told Michele that her time with Kincaid was to be life changing, and that she would have a tough time leaving such a man as he. As they talked, woman to woman, Michele began telling Monique about her husband Barry. It was clear to Monique that Michele was not truly happy in her marriage, and that it would not take much for Kincaid to claim this beautiful American as his own. As Michele talked, Monique, with the expertise of a trained investigator, was able to draw out of her charge a great deal of emotional information that she would need to report back to Kincaid, especially the fact that, the night before her departure, she and Barry had an argument that nearly became violent. As the end of the hour approached, Monique led Michele over to the walk in closet and told her to choose what she wanted to wear for the evening. The only requirement, which was requested by Kincaid, was that Michele should wear something black and sheer. What Michele chose was a very sexy, yet very elegant number designed by Alexandra Kerry from Paris's famous Lingerie Avenue. The dress was a simple black sheath number, with a sexy slit on the right side of the skirt, which fit her trim body like a glove. Monique suggested that Michele wear black stockings and thong underneath. Finishing off Michele's fashion ensemble was a pair of black sandels. At precisely 8 p.m. Kincaid knocked on the door and entered, as he looked at the fashion model before him. Michele was beautiful! She was both elegant, classy, and full of smoldering sexuality in the first of many evening gowns and dressed he planned on having her wear. The fact that Michele wore no jewelry made her even more beautiful, and since she was a natural beauty who needed little makeup, he knew that she would be a popular site at Katya's, especially since the dress was completely see through. It took Kincaid a few seconds to take the site of his new American lover all in as he smiled and told her how beautiful she looked in her sheer and sexy dress, and how marvelous a job Monique had performed in preparing Michele for the evening's entertainment and festivities. Kincaid then led his new found love to the elevator and down to the main street where Maurice was waiting to take them to the Moulin Rouge for their 9:00 p.m. reservations for dinner. Since they had returned from the café and their alley interlude, the air in Paris had suddenly become filled with humidity that neared 90 percent. Normally Kincaid would have complained, but when he saw that the humidity made Michele's dress cling to her shapely body he just smiled and offered a silent prayer to the gods of thunder and lightening. Once in the back of the limousine, Michele and Kincaid embraced and slowly began to kiss and pet. Kincaid, who knew that the Paris traffic would be congested, took control of the situation and ordered Michele to begin sucking his cock, while he pulled up her skirt and began feasting and drinking from her moist cunt, as he hiked her skirt, which was made of wrinkle free satin, up around her waist, and positioned himself under her bottom. For the next 30 minutes Kincaid and Michele feasted on the juices of the others as Maurice expertly guided the German vehicle to the Moulin Rouge. As Kincaid and Michele sucked and fucked, Maurice did his best to concentrate on the task of getting Michele and Kincaid safe to the theatre, but such a task was made difficult with the sight, sounds and smells of the sex emanating from the back of the automobile. Kincaid was the first to explode as he groaned and emptied his spunk down Michele's greedy throat, until he was spent. Michele however continued to suck and lick every last drop without letting any spill out from her lips and onto her expensive dress. Then, as Michele licked up the last of Kincaid's salty spunk, her back arched down in a sudden and sharp reaction to her own orgasm, the sound of which nearly caused Maurice to veer off the road. Michele's orgasmic pussy juice coated her French lover's face as she muffled her cries of pleasure with Kincaid's still hard cock, until finally, after several minutes of heavy breathing and panting, in the heat of afterglow, she slowly zipped up and then got off her lover, and then put her now exposed breasts back into her dress as the two of them kissed lovingly, as Kincaid tied her dress straps tight and lowered and smoothed her hiked up dress. It was at that moment that Kincaid said to Michele, ''I Love You!'' Kincaid's words caught her off-guard, but, despite the jet lag and intense eroticism of her first few hours in Paris, there was no denying in her heart that she felt the same, yet at that moment she was afraid to say those words in return. Instead, Michele just turned around and looked tearfully and lovingly into Kincaid's eyes and said, "In my heart I think I love you, but I'm not ready to say the words." To which Kincaid replied, "You will soon, mon amour," kissing her deeply, as he felt Michele's heart and soul begin to further surrender to him, thanks in large part to the romantic power that is Paris. For the remainder of the drive Michele and Kincaid sat silently and held each other lovingly as they passed through the most romantic part of the city, and watched as the sun slowly disappeared for the day. Soon they arrived, but the doors didn't open until about 9:30pm, so those with reservations had to stand outside and wait in the hot and humid Paris early evening. However, Kincaid had arranged for he and Michele to be the first ones in, so that he and his love would not have to wait long, in the sweltering weather, with those who were queued. As they arrived, Kincaid mentioned to Michele that he thought this was pretty stupid and inconsiderate of the Moulin Rouge management, considering how hot it was outside and how cool it was inside because of the air-conditioning. Maurice then pulled the car up to the entrance and opened the passenger door and took Michele's hand as he helped her out into the humid air. Her dress which was not wet with perspiration could now no longer conceal her breasts, as she felt all of the men looking upon her. Additionally, the oral session that she and Kincaid had enjoyed in the back seat had given her a smoldering look of afterglow that only served to amplify her natural beauty. After Kincaid got out of the vehicle, he took his love by the hand and instructed to Maurice to be back promptly after the show so that he could take them to Katya's mansion in Versailles. Michele and Kincaid were soon inside and seated by 9:45pm, right in the center of the front row, but not before he could give her a quick tour and history lesson as she marveled at the dinner theatre, that is the Moulin Rouge. As Michele gawked at her surroundings, Kincaid, who was fiercely anti-Hollywood, stated to his lovely companion that, "Before the movie Moulin Rouge was released, not too many people knew that the Moulin Rouge even existed. But, as you can see, it is in fact a real place, and the movie I think gives a good insight into how life probably would have been like at the old Moulin Rouge. However, I must admit that even though it was not a French film, most Frenchmen think that the film was fairly accurate. Though Nicole Kidman is not near as sexy and beautiful as you my dear."' To which Michele, still drunk from sex, smiled and said, loud enough for the couple at the next table to hear, "You know honey, I can still taste your cum on my lips. Can I have some more?" Kincaid, who was mesmerized by Michele's beauty, was even more surprised by her request as he winked at her, reached under the table, carressed her stocking covered thigh and then whispered into her ear, "not now, I'm saving it up for later, but then again so are several other people!" With those cryptic words, Kincaid continued on with the history lesson and said, "The real Moulin Rouge opened in October 1889, and just like in the movie it was a place where the Paris underworld met the upper class life of the rich and privileged. Politicians, ambassadors and even the Prince of Wales came to mix with the courtesans, can-can girls and performers who called the Moulin Rouge home. In the movie some of the characters were also based on real people. Can you guess who?"' To which Michele just smiled and shook her head "no." Kincaid then laughed at how cute Michele now looked as she focused on him and hung on his every word. "'Well," Kincaid said, "Zidler was the co-owner or manager of the real Moulin Rouge. But his name was not Harold Zidler, it was Charles Zidler. Another character from the movie, whom was based on a real person, was Toulouse Lautrec. Like in the movie, he was a famous artist and spent most of his life at the Moulin Rouge, where he befriended a lot of the courtesans and performers. His life was actually not as funny as it is portrayed in the film. He had a bone condition that stopped his bones from growing after he had two accidents when he was a young boy, which broke both of his legs. He was only four feet and eleven inches tall. A lot of his art work lives on today and gives us Toulouse's artistic view of what life at the Moulin Rouge was all about. " It was about this time, as the waiter approached, that Michele smiled and winked at Kincaid, as she said, with a lustful and breathless voice, "Maybe I can be a nude showgirl and stripper here someday," as she reached under the table and grabbed his already hard cock. It was all Kincaid could do to not blow his load as he looked at his companion's hard nipples, which were visible through the thin fabric of her dress, and imagined what pleasures the specially arranged party at Katya's would be unveiled for his unsuspecting, but likely agreeable, daring, and very exhibitionistic future wife. It wasn't long after the two of them sat down that Kincaid took the liberty to order their meals and drinks. For appetizers, he ordered smoked salmon. It was awful tasting on it's own, but it was very tasty once they put lemon juice over it. For the main course they both had beef with béarnaise sauce and sautéed potatoes, which Michele claimed was "a fantastic meal," as the meat was incredibly tender. For desert Kincaid had a berry pie, which was lovely, and Michele had a chocolate Moulin Mousse. While they enjoyed their meal, a small band entertained Michele and Kincaid. It was a quaint jazz-type band. For singers they switched between a lady and a black man. They mainly sang cabaret type songs, some classic Sinatra type tunes and things like that. The singers were very good and provided a nice classy atmosphere, as Michele thought to herself how lucky a girl she truly was. After the warm up acts had left the stage, Michele and Kincaid then had the pleasure to witness the main act in the whole show- The memorable Cancan dancers, beautifully dressed in red, white and blue dresses and wearing sexy frilly white underwear. Michele thought to herself, as she loving held Kincaid's cock, and slowly stroked it, that it was great to see something which is so well known the world over and better yet, seeing it live at the renowned and prestigious Moulin Rouge. As the show ended, Kincaid turned to his new love and asked her what she liked best about the show. Michele then kissed him deeply, and then said, "You're probably going to think I'm a fool, but I never knew that I would be seeing this type of show, while at the same time getting wet over the fact that most of the women were topless." To which he replied, " the one thing I should point out is every girl has natural breasts, implants are not allowed in the show. I can honestly say that, after having seen the show so many times, I don't even notice that the girls are topless." Kincaid's remarked earned him an even deeper kiss, as he feigned ignorance and said with a smile, "It's true my love, there's too much else to watch." At which point Michele just gave her new lover a wicked smile, and mockingly asked, "Honey, take me dancing!" With Michele's request to dance, Kincaid knew that she was going to enjoy the party at Katya's. By the time they left the Moulin Rouge darkness had fell over Paris, but it was not called the City of Lights for nothing, as Michele, in a lustful trance, took in the sites of the neon lit City of Love as the Mercedes made its way to Versaille. As Michele watched the scenery go by, Kincaid had taken the liberty of once again hiking up her dress and feasting on her moist and wanting pussy until she was just about ready to cum. However, as Kincaid felt her orgasm approaching, he suddenly jammed a finger up her tight ass. The jolt of her lover's rough and callused finger up her tight bung hole, which was slick with her juices, caused Michele to cry out in screams of ecstasy, as all around the car, at the traffic light, pedestrians looked on with knowing smiles at the sexual spectacle that had appeared before them. Once again, it was all Maurice could do to stay on the road, but he knew, that as a reward for his help in securing Michele, he would be handsomely rewarded, not just by Kincaid, but also by Kincaid's former lover, Kabuki. After about 15 minutes of bringing Michele to her mind-blowing orgasm, they finally arrived at Katya's estate. As they pulled up to the mansion, Kincaid explained that Katya was an old friend from his days of serving in the military during the Cold War. Katya, he said, was about 48 years old and a former silver medal figure skater and gymnast for the old Soviet Union. However, now she was Russia's ambassador to France, as well as the head of Russia's spy operations in France. Kincaid then said that, about once a month, as ambassadors are wont to do, she holds a private party for those whom she considers her most trusted friends, including several American, Asian, and European movie stars. "In fact tonight's party is a celebration of sorts. I am on the verge of sealing a very big deal, which I will sure you will come to be excited about and which I am not at liberty to discuss as of yet. Ambassador Gorbachev, or Katya as she prefers to be called, wants to meet me socially tonight so that she can advise me on how best to close the deal. While she and I are talking privately, I can assure and promise that you will thoroughly enjoy the people whom you are to meet, especially the military men from the Congo." As Kincaid finished his sentence, he opened the car door, and led Michele up the steps where a butler was waiting. Maurice then headed back to spend the rest of the evening, and the following day, with Monique, planning and preparing for the next 14 days of Michele's planned stay in France. As Michele and Kincaid entered the official residence of Her Honor, the Ambassador to France, of the Russian Federated Republic, Katya Gorbachev, they were greeted by an older looking and very handsome distinguished gentleman, whom Kincaid introduced simply as Luc. Luc, who had a massive physique underneath his suit, led the two of them into a large room where a small crowd of about ten very beautiful older women, none of whom were younger than 35, who also were all obviously in tip top physical shape, and who were all dressed as sexy and elegantly as Michele was. As for the nine uniformed African men, they all appeared to be much younger then their female dates, with the exception of Kincaid's friend Luc. As Kincaid and Michele entered the room a beautiful dark haired woman, with high cheekbones and the body of a goddess, who was dressed in white stilettos and a tight see through white dress, greeted them. Michele could clearly see the woman's nipples through the thin Lycra mesh top. The woman reached out and gave Kincaid a big hug, and then turned to Michele and said, in a very thick Russian accent, "Darling, you must be Michele, my friend Kincaid has told me so much about you. I should warn you though, he is a spy, but we are no longer enemies, just VERY GOOD friends." Michele just laughed at her spy remark and said that she, Katya, looked lovely, and that she hoped to have a wonderful evening. It was at that point that Katya took Michele by the hand and began introducing her to everyone in the room. As Katya took Michele's hand, she winked at Kincaid and said to him in French, "she is perfect. I hope she tastes as good as she looks." To which Kincaid just responded with a mischievous grin. As Katya introduced her, everyone appeared to be genuinely happy to meet Michele as they eyed her body with knowing smiles as to what was to eventually come. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 04 As Michele was introduced, Kincaid continued to talk with Luc, as he kept a close eye on her new lover. Michele did the same, for despite all the handsome and sexy African men in the room, she was jealous of sharing her lover. Even with Monique, she felt a great deal of jealously as she competed earlier in the shower and tub for his cock and affection. As she watched and studied him interact with his friends, Kincaid's, she noticed how his black suit contrasted with the olive green military dress uniforms of Katya's African military guests. In addition, Kincaid's longer graying brown hair contrasted with the clean-cut majority, but Kincaid didn't seem to notice or care, and it was that indifference that turned her on the most. As Michele took a glass of Mahala (an ancient African sex potion) wine she slipped into easy conversation with Katya, and several of the other men and women. None of the guests were American, and they were all curious about her life in the Midwest, and especially about Chicago. "Did you ever see Michael Jordon play basketball?" the leggy Chinese diplomat asked. "Is this your first time in Paris?" the busty Swedish model queried. "How long are you staying?" the large Congolese Army major asked, as the questions and conversations flowed through the night. Throughout the evening, Kincaid slipped in and out of the conversations Michele was having with all of the curious guests, but he continued to talk with her softly all the while, putting her as much at ease as she could be. As the conversations wore on, and despite the persistent buzz from the glasses of wine, Michele felt the eyes of Katya's guests following her around the room as the simple long black transparent dress that hugged her body called attention to her beautiful body underneath. Her long tussled hair was worn comfortably, contrasting, much like Kincaid, with the carefully done hair styles in the room. Unlike the corporate parties she had attended with Barry, Michele liked these people, for they were were successful people from Paris and the surrounding area, and they all had something about them she liked. They were especially warm in meeting her, and seemed to be genuinely interested in her; for they listened to her and asked good questions while answering the questions she asked of them. During the course of the party, as Michele was engaged in conversation, Kincaid, Katya and Luc slipped away to the ambassador's private office where they enjoyed a quick, but mutually satisfying, threesome before discussing their plans for Michele's training at Roissy. Katya had suggested, and Kincaid agreed, that a trip at the DGSE's female spy academy would be a good thing, as Michele would likely soon be going with Kincaid and Luc to Japan and the entire Pacific rim for an extended period of time in lieu of the information now coming out of Tokyo about what their sources were calling Project I.K.U. It was at that point that Katya reminded Kincaid and Luc that the Japanese loved to fuck foreign woman, and a sexually attractive and submissive American female would be the perfect gift to exchange for corporate secrets. Additionally, it was decided that Luc would provide four men for Michele's "work out" at his gym the following day, as a test of her inhibitions. As they finalized their plans for Michele, Kincaid looked at his watch and smiled as he said simply, "Show Time!" It was now time for the real party to begin. Downstairs, the night moved comfortably Michele thought. The music that played from a good sound system was part of Katya's selection of new jazz. There was an open bar along the wall, with a large table with food along another wall. Couches and stuffed chairs cluttered the other side of the room. Michele guessed there to be twenty or so people who had arrived at the party after she and Kincaid had arrived. It amused her that it wasn't easy to determine who had come with whom, for they all mingled easily, spending time with someone and then moving on, seemingly enjoying each other's company. In the middle of the room couples were dancing, as Michele watched them for a while before a very handsome older Russian naval officer came up to her and politely invited her to join him. She found herself having fun, really having fun, as the people around her on the dance floor talked with her, drawing her into their conversations easily and openly. The music was between songs when suddenly a large antique father clock struck midnight, at which point she and the Captain stood amongst a collection of people on the dance floor, waiting, she thought, for the music to continue. Then, as she felt the naval officer's eyes undressing her, she found herself deep in thought about her new lover and wishing he was there, when suddenly, as if by magic and almost out of nowhere, Kincaid was behind her, as he leaned into her and kissed her on the neck with a deep and loving gentle peck. "Having fun?" he asked. By now the Mahala wine had achieved its desired effect as she turned her head to him and smiled. "Yes sweetie, I thought you abandoned me" she told him. "Oh no my love, I will never leave you." He responded. From behind, he kissed her on the cheek and began to untie the thin strap on the back of her dress. The touch of his hand sent shivers up her spine, until finally, with the straps loosened, Kincaid eased her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, as Michele now stood suddenly near naked among Katya's guests. Kincaid leaned into her and kiss her cheek again. "Have fun," he whispered, and then moved away. Michele was alone in the middle of the floor for only a moment, when suddenly Katya stepped to her from behind and kissed her neck. Katya's hands then came around her and cupped each of her full breasts, while Michele then watched as two of the uniformed Congolese soldiers moved to her sides and leaned over to run their tongues around her nipples which Katya offered to them. It was all happening so fast, Michele thought to herself, but so perfectly as another black man moved to kneel in front of her, ripped off her flimsy thong and then pushing his face into her well shaven pussy for a kiss. The soldier forced Michele to spread her feet wider apart as she felt his tongue snake between her legs to her clit. Around her, Michele saw people all over the room pulling their clothes and uniforms off and tossing them to the side. She then suddenly caught a glimpse of Kincaid who was standing by the bar with a drink in his hand as their eyes connected and they both smiled. Then, as Katya and the three men worked her over, Michele suddenly became weak in the knees as she closed her eyes and drifted completely into the moment. Soon she felt herself being lifted up by the soldiers, whereupon someone had moved a hand to her face, a woman's hand, she thought, for the fingers from the hand tasted like that of a woman. Michele licked and sucked the fingers hoping she was doing a good enough job as a the colored man who had been kneeling in front of her had a finger inside her pussy as he licked circles around her clit. The two men who were beside her originally had both begun sucking her nipples as Katya, who was still behind her, ran a finger down the crack of her ass toward Michele's anus. Michele then felt her hands being gently drawn to hard cocks beside her, as she instinctively grasped each of them and began to stroke and milk them. As if by magic or perhaps as in a dream, Michele felt herself being lifted higher, as she was moved across the floor being held by men all around her. Her eyes open now, Michele saw the faces in the room watching her, all of them naked, waiting. They soon brought her to a coffee table and gently put her down on her back, whereupon she looked up and around at the men and women standing around her, for all of the guests had been invited to watch her, as they took in her body, her passion, and her lust. Katya moved from above her and leaned over her to begin licking her breasts, while Michele did the same to Katya, since her breasts and hard nipples were only inches from her face. Michele's hands were then placed on two cocks again, while her legs were lifted up for her and spread, until she felt a cock nuzzle her wet pussy and push inside. Michele raised her hips to receive it; but she didn't need to as the strange cock pushed inside her completely and began to slowly stroke and fuck her. Before she was positioned, Michele looked up to see the black men standing around her stroking themselves. Some of the white and Asian women had their hands between their legs or on their breasts. She then looked down to see the black man who was inside her. His name didn't matter to her at all, for soon Michele felt a splatter of cum hit her belly, as she realized that it was from someone beside her. Too soon, she told herself, but almost immediately the man inside her pussy spasm and pushed, spitting his load deep inside her, after which Katya then leaned forward to lick Michele's cum filled pussy as the black man withdrew from her. As the guests and the participants watched, Michele's first orgasm rippled over her body as Katya found her clit and broke all of her resistance to the strange feeling of a woman's lips on her most tender of places. Michele was still shivering in her orgasm, with Katya pulling hard on her clit, when she felt her legs being lifted higher as finger moved over her cum filled pussy and wetness down to her anus. Tthe two fingers that entered her were simply preparing her for what she knew was to come, as suddenly they were gone, only to be replaced by the tip of someone's cock, which slowly pushed inside her ass, as she moaned and felt her tight muscles slip over the crest of the head. Katya seemed to consume Michele's pussy as the cock slid deep insider her ass while hands from somewhere lifted suddenly Katya's hips from Michele's face giving enough room for a black cock to be offered to her mouth, which Michele took it greedily and began to suck, as Michele quickly came again, for a second time, when Katya pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. The fingers in her pussy mixed with the cock fucking her ass were too much to hold back from, for Michele had no idea if the cock in her ass was cumming inside her, until suddenly she felt the hot cum in her bowels as the cock withdrew from her rear passage way. Michele soon felt herself being lifted again, and was carried to a couch along the wall where another black man was waiting, sitting, with his cock hard and pointing upward. The men who had carried Michele then let her stand and crawl up onto him by her own power, as she mounted him and began taking his cock slowly as he sucked on her breasts and held her tight as she slid down slowly while his cock impaled itself inside of her pussy, after which she fuck him slowly, for his cock had stretched her pussy to the max, while behind her a mew pair of fingers again found her asshole, which was still wet with the cum that leaked out of it. The fingers didn't linger, for they moved to her hips to hold her still while the tip of a new cock pushed inside her ass, filling her alongside the giant cock in her pussy, as Michele leaned into the man beneath her and let them fuck her, slowly, together. Michele's head was now laying on the shoulder of her African lover as she opened her eyes to look around the room. Everywhere she looked people were in various states of love making, except Kincaid and Luc who stood beside the bar watching her. As Michele glanced over at Kincaid and Luc in a sweaty and lustful glaze, they raised their glassed in a salute and smiled to her. She winked and smiled back, but then gasped loudly as she felt both men come inside her at once, the feeling of which was even more intense then she had ever imagined, as their ropes of scalding cum made her shudder as she closed her eyes and ground herself down on the man in her pussy, making herself cum again for good measure. After Michele had convulsed and calmed down, the man behind her, whose face she never saw, withdrew from her ass, while the man in her pussy softened and withdrew from her too, as she passionately kissed him. As the man in Michele's pussy withdrew, Katya moved onto the couch beside her and kissed her ear. Katya's tongue soon moved from her ear, down her neck, across her back, down her ass, until finally she had her face buried between Michele's spread legs. Michele felt the tongue and lips gathering the cum from her pussy and ass as she pushed her tongue farther into the man's mouth. After that moment, Michele lost count of how many times she had been fucked and cum on, all the while watching Kincaid and Luc, out of the corner of her eye, continue their conversation, as they watched her receive cock after cock. Somehow the night ended, as her weariness of the last 24 hours finally wore her down until she passed out, just as the sun was rising, in the throws of a final orgasm brought on by a cock in her ass, and two in her mouth... LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 05 As mid morning approached, Michele awoke to find herself alone, blindfolded, naked, handcuffed and her limbs tightly shackled on an unfamiliar bed alone. She was not really sure as to where she really was, when in fact she suspected that she was still at Katya's. Unknown to Michele was the fact that the curtains of the room were pulled across a glass door that led out onto a small deck facing the mansion's Olympic size pool. After she had passed out, after her final orgasm, she was brought into this room, whereupon a black silk scarf was tied across her eyes snugly, while handcuffs were secured to her wrists and snapped shut over her head, at the same time her ankles were shackled and her legs her spread apart on the soft and silky sheets. As Michele awoke, she could hear the faint voices of people walking in the far distance, but it was all mere background noise as she waited. Where was her lover Kincaid? She hoped he would arrive soon. It scared her, and at the same time, it excited her to find herself alone in complete darkness, not knowing where she was, as she went over in her tired mind how it all had come to be. The last she remembered was the party at Katya's and the orgy that had commenced when her lover had untied her dress and let it fall to the floor. Yet, at least now, it seemed like a dream. After her final orgasm of the evening, that was brought about by the giant cock of the Congolese soldier that had reamed her ass, Michele's body shut down. The entire sexual experience of her first 24 hours in Paris, and the fact that she had not slept in over 48 hours had finally caught up with her as she lay in a silent heap on the couch. By the time she had passed out, it was nearly 5 a.m., but for the rest of the party guests the orgy had just begun as Luc left Kincaid to pleasure a sexy female Chinese diplomat and Katya in the hot tub, after he had helped Kincaid carry Michele's now lifeless and cum stained body to the ambassador's guest room. As Michele slept, before blindfolding and shackling her, on the soft bed, Kincaid and Luc slowly cleaned her body with warm and soapy sponges. As they stroked her body, Michele let out small moans of pleasure as deep in her mind, thanks to the African Mahala coursing through her blood, she dreamt of countless erotic moments. In her mind she was being made love to by a thousand men and women. After Luc and Kincaid finished, they then tightly secured the blindfold around Michele's head and bound her limbs in the soft shackles, so that would not be able to move when she awoke. It was also during this deep slumber that Kincaid and Luc injected Michele with several more doses of Mahala, which acted much in the same way as Viagra did on men. After about seven hours of sleep, after Michele had awaken from her deep slumber, she suddenly she became aware of someone in the room. "Hello?" she called carefully. "Ah, you're awake," Kincaid answered. "Yes," she smiled into the blackness. Michele then felt Kincaid's hand take the handcuffs and unchained them from the bed, along with the chains on her ankles. After having been freed, Kincaid's hand touched her thighs and guided her to turn and sit on the edge of the bed. The hand on the chain still in front of her then tugged her, getting her to stand. Kincaid's hands then took her shoulders and walked her into the middle of the floor. "Step up slowly," Kincaid said, "Careful." She felt the edge of a coffee table against each of her shins, at which point Kincaid began tying something around each ankle. "What?" she asked. "Each of your legs are tied to the legs of the narrow end of the coffee table. Now bend over at the waist and put your palms flat on the table." Michele did as he said, after which she heard the curtains being opened with a rush and felt the warmth of the sun through the glass doors on her legs and ass and pussy. "Nice view," he said, "Inside and out." At that moment, Michele heard the voices again, the voices she had forgotten, the voices from the party, which sounded as if they were splashing around in a pool. It took Michele more than a moment to realize how exposed she was now, how exposed she was to the voices near the window and anyone who chanced to look in. As Michele steadied herself, Kincaid's left hand ran down the small of her back, then moved over her ass, touching it lightly, caressing it, and feeling her soft white skin. A finger from his hand then traced a line down the crack of her ass over her anus, over her pussy, and finally over her clit. Then his finger came back up, quicker than it had going down, firmer and harder too, spreading her lips as it passed upward and back up over her back to her neck. The finger became a hand again and gripped the back of her head and turned it as Michele felt the warmth of Kincaid's cock on her lips, to which she willingly opened her mouth and took him in as he moved closer to let his cock move deeper inside her mouth while at the same time her lips came over the head as she tried to circle him with her tongue. "So good," Kincaid murmured. "There are people from the party watching just outside the window, including all of those soldiers you fucked last night. There are also some of the female diplomats out there. Oh look! They have just noticed you, but they haven't figured out yet what they see. I can see a giant black man, in just his Speedos, and that Chinese woman, in her white thong bikini, coming closer to take a closer look. The woman is talking, but the man is just listening and looking." As Michele sucked Kincaid's cock, his hand returned to her pussy and entered her, as she moaned around his cock and pulled him harder into her mouth. At the same time she took him deeper, Kincaid's finger that was now in her pussy moved to her ass and entered her there using the wetness from below, to which Michele responded by moaning again, but louder. Kincaid then continued to describe the action outside the room, "They understand now. They see. And they're watching. The man has his arm around the woman's shoulder." Kincaid's finger moved deeper into her ass and began to fuck her. To which Michele then gasped as he took his cock from her mouth and moved over to her hips and then moved his hands around her clit, pussy, and ass. "They like what they see, and I do too. But if I fuck you now, it'll ruin their view of you. That wouldn't be fair, would it?" Suddenly Michele heard a vibrator come to like with a roaring purr as she felt as it entered her pussy. The finger in her ass moved even deeper and was joined by a second finger, as Michele took in a gasp of air as Kincaid described in vivid detail the sex scene outside the window as two of the African soldiers fucked the Chinese woman hard and fast in her pussy and ass, while Kincaid continued to slowly fuck Michele with the vibrator until finally they could hear, through the thick bullet proof glass the sound of the Chinese woman cumming. As Michele began to convulse with a mini orgasm, she heard the Chinese woman moan, Kincaid said, "Hmmmm, it looks like that was only the beginning. There are already four more men waiting their turn!" Then, as the listened as the orgy progressed outside the window, Kincaid continued to describe the action as his sweet erotic torture of Michele became, for her, most unbearable, for she needed to cum hard. However, before she could explode, Michele suddenly heard a door open and the sounds of several high heeled footsteps enter, even as Kincaid continued fucking her pussy with the vibrator. From the sounds of the footsteps, it was clear that there were more than just two persons in the room with her. It was after the heavy door closed that Kincaid with drew the vibrator, and sternly said, "Put her on the bed, on her knees." The unnumbered hands, both male and female, guided her face down onto the bed. After which her wrists were then attached by the handcuffs to the headboard as more hands moved pillows under her breasts, while a pair of strong male hands moved her hips and opened her legs, after which they glided over her ass, pussy, and wet inner thighs. Michele now pictured herself, at that moment, totally exposed to Kincaid and the others. She pictured it in her mind as a camera suddenly clicked and whirred, as the weight of the bodies moved on the bed around her. "Do you want to take her?" asked Kincaid. "Da," answered a woman in a sexy Russian voice, but it was not Katya. The female body then moved onto the bed behind Michele as her hand moved between her legs, touching her pussy lightly, gently. Michele knew the hand would find her wet and hot, as the hand pushed a finger inside her slowly. The female finger then moved in and out slowly, leaving her to paint circles around her clit with her own juices. The same finger then brought those same juices to the pucker of Michele's ass and painted again, circling, and wetting her. The finger then entered her ass smoothly as the camera clicked and whirred again. Suddenly cool, thick liquid dripped down Michele's ass, running over her and around the woman's finger. Lubricant, Michele thought to herself, after which another finger entered her pussy. Was it the same person? Michele wondered; however she had no way of knowing as the two fingers began to fuck her, moving in opposing time, one in, one out, alternating their entry. The feel of the tongue on her clit surprised Michele, for it was such a pleasant surprise. The second finger in her ass caused her to moan, but before she could stop it Michele felt the warm, smooth plastic of the vibrator sliding into her pussy, as the dull murmur of its purr joined in the chorus of her first orgasm. As Michele's orgasm built up and then crashed over her, the fingers in her ass were withdrawn and replaced by a small vibrator. "Stereo," one of the black men from the party said, from behind her, as the camera continued to click and whir. Soon several more bodies moved around Michele as she was fucked by the two vibrators and the tongue. Soon Michele became lost in the wondrous physical sensations as the faceless bodies touched her, held her, licked her, squeezed her nipples, tongued her ears, pulled her hair, and finally consumed her. As the bodies feasted on her sex, Michele came again, then again, then again until there was no point in counting, as it all became a dark blur, an unseeing mass of experience totally given to feeling. Then it was over. "Leave her there," Kincaid said. Quickly the bodies got off the bed, and moved away. In a moment Michele was alone on the bed, as the mansion room door opened and closed several times. "They're leaving," Michele told herself, leaving. "Please come back," she wanted to scream, but she didn't. It was then that Kincaid leaned over and whispered into Michele's ear, "Sleep well my darling, for you need your beauty rest. I shall return again in a few hours." "Oui," was all she said, as felt a prick of a needle at the base of her neck, as Kincaid injected a Mahala and sleeping potion mixture into her, after which she heard the door latch itself behind him as she suddenly found herself alone again. As the newly injected drugs worked their way to her brain, tears of joy welled up in Michele's eyes as she found herself, for the first time, wishing she could live in Paris forever, until quickly her sobs slowly gave way to a deep sleep. Yet despite the fact that she was no longer conscious, Michele's brain continued to work for, in her dreams, she envisioned for the first time a life without Barry. Did she really love him? Did he really love her? How could he? Would a man in love let his wife have an affair in Paris? It was these thoughts which went around and around in her mind as she slept so deeply in her drug induced coma that she never noticed the strong male hands that carried her away to the waiting car and then up several flights of steps. 24 hours later Michele awoke, but this time there were no blindfolds or handcuffs, in fact she was no longer at Katya's, but instead was lying naked next to Kincaid in his giant king sized bed in his Paris apartment. Upon seeing the sun rising, Michele turned and looked at the clock, which read 9:00, nearly 24 hours after having been shackled, blindfolded, and taken on the bed by the faceless strangers, and nearly 30 hours after the orgy at Katya's. Upon awakening, and remembering, in vague detail about what had happened at the party, Michele, at that moment, had never felt more alive and so full of sexual energy as she stripped down the sheets to pay homage to the soft cock of her sleeping lover.. From nearly 6,000 miles away Barry watched, as well as about 1,000,000 others, via the Internet, as his nude wife awoke next to her French lover and proceeded to suck his cock. There was something in the way Michele looked over at Kincaid that told him that he might never make love to her again, but for now it was just a bad feeling in his gut. However, he was not about to stop watching, especially now that the light skinned African maid, dressed only in a sexy French maid outfit who had entered the room and had offered to lick Michele's pussy. Yet, as he watched, Barry could not help but think that somehow, all of what he was seeing on the screen was going to come back and haunt him, especially since, the day before, at the office, he received by private courier a sealed enveloped that contained over 24 pictures that showed his wife in various states of undress and clinical sexual positions, along with a list of top secret projects that Kincaid wanted information on. Immediately Barry recognized that he was now being blackmailed by his wife's new lover, but he had yet to figure out who Kincaid was actually working for, especially since the letter that came along with the photographs was written on Russian government stationary and was sent via diplomatic courier. The letter said simply that Barry was to provide, via an encrypted web site, all of his personal passwords to Motorola's numerous mainframe computers that housed the company's industrial and technological secrets within one hour of his receipt of the package, or else he would be extremely sorry. Thirty minutes after receiving the package, Barry received a telephone call stating simply that he had exactly 45 minutes to send the requested information or else he would not be able to witness his wife's first workout with her new personal trainers. 45 minutes later, in the comfort of his home office, Barry sat at his computer, full of guilt and regret, but still as turned on as ever as he wondered what was to happen to Michele next, but not before he typed in all of the requested information on the encrypted web site that Kincaid had established for the information exchange. Seconds later, after Barry pressed the enter key on his machine, at a dedicated computer that was located in Maurice's office, in a private building in the center of Paris that which served as a front for Kincaid's computer consulting service, a bell chimed signaling the delivery of the requested information. As he looked at the information sent, Maurice just smiled and breathed a sigh of relief that he would not have to disconnect the web camera links all over Paris. However, even if he had to sever the dedicated and untraceable camera link to America, he would still record the 'Michele Show,' as it was now being called on the Internet. Maurice, who for years had been Kincaid's assistant, had decided that Michele's actions would be of particular interest to Kincaid's former lover, Kabuki (AKA Ukiko), as the knowledge gained from watching Michele might serve as important information to be used against Kincaid later during the mission the DGSE was planning for him, with Luc, and hopefully Michele, to infiltrate the GENOM Corporation in Japan, whose company secrets Kabuki was now in charge of safeguarding from foreign spies. Unknown to Kincaid was that his former lover, Kabuki, was still alive, and that Maurice, her savior, would do anything for the sexy Japanese ninja and bondage queen, especially since she was now his mistress, both real and virtually. Unknown to Kincaid, during Maurice's off hours, he had recently spent many hours beta testing GENOM's new virtual sex products, one of which was called the Sensi-suit, the special suit that the Japanese company and its military wing had developed in order to extract, more easily, confessions out of foreign industrial spies just like Kincaid, Luc, and now MICHELE!. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 06 Meanwhile, back in Kincaid's Paris apartment... Michele stripped down the sheets to pay homage to the soft cock of her sleeping lover, which, even when it was flaccid was still an impressive sight. Her stomach was empty, but instead of food, she craved cum, for never in her life had she ever been so desperate to taste the salty spunk. As she sucked in and savored the musky aroma of Kincaid's cock, Michele felt Monique's presence and offered her upturned ass to her lover's African servant girl. As Michele slowly sucked she brought Kincaid's cock to life as he awoke to the erotic sight of his lover and maid in a daisy chain lust, to which he propped himself up on the pillow and enjoyed the spectacle as he ordered both of his women to suck only his cock and balls, after which he planned, after cumming and feeding Michele, to fuck both women in the ass, after which he planned to watch Monique pleasure Michele. Several hours later, after having fucked Michele senseless, Monique whispered into her ear, "Bon jour, Madame Michele! Or should I say, good afternoon?" as she stood before her with a tray of French toast, coffee, and croissants. Monique had a knowing smirk on her pretty face as she placed the meal on Michele's lap and then kissed her deeply. The lesson in love that Monique had given Michele had been truly memorable, especially since Michele learned the proper techniques of what Kincaid called the "Art of Lesbos!" "Good Afternoon my Love," said Kincaid as he came in to the bedroom and kissed Michele, as she sipped on her coffee, on the cheek, and headed toward the bathroom. When he returned, after about 20 minutes, Kincaid was freshly showered and shaved as Michele finished eating her breakfast, or was it now dinner? Either way though Michele was content, full of sexual energy and ready to step out and enjoy the remainder of Paris day, and later, as promised, the Parisian nightlife. It was another hot and humid day in Paris, and Kincaid had special plans for his lovely lady for the evening, but first, he announced, it was time for them to head to the gym, as he stepped back into the bedroom wearing a pair of tight black spandex bicycle shorts and a gray sweatshirt. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of arranging you to meet with a personal trainer at my gym across the river." Kincaid said, as Michele looked at him dumbfounded. "But Kincaid, why do I need to workout?" asked Michele. To which Kincaid just smiled and winked at her and said, "Because you must; however, I promise you will not be strenuous on your first day, but believe me you will definitely benefit from having a personal trainer," After Michele got up and finished her shower, she found on her bed what Kincaid had chosen to be her "workout clothes." Michele's eyes got wide as she picked up the outfit, which he laid on the bed, as she said to herself, "You must be joking Kincaid, these are not the workout clothes I am used to wearing!" The outfit that Kincaid had chosen for Michele to wear to the gym was a one piece sheer white thong backed leotard, the fabric of which molded onto her body, and when wet, became sheer. Kincaid had also had Monique lay out for Michele a pair of white bobby socks and a new pair of white Reeboks. 15 minutes later, as the traffic roared by, instead of being excited and exhilarated, Michele feared that someone might down as they drove in Kincaid's convertible through the center of Paris. Even with the oppressive heat and humidity, Michele felt naked, for the meager clothing that clung to her body still made her feel uncomfortable. The even thinner clothing that was stretched taught over her chest, and exposed her nipples, made her feel completely exposed. Yet, even though Michele felt somewhat humiliated, she also had to admit to herself that wearing the barely there outfit also gave her a thrill - just like Kincaid had hoped it would. Still Michele had ample reason to be afraid, for the one piece thong workout outfit left little to the imagination. Which she quickly realized as semi truck suddenly pulled along side, at the traffic light, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a man sitting in the cab, as he looked right down on her. Feeling the stares, Michele suddenly made the mistake of glancing up, and in response, the leering men in the truck puckered their lips and gave her a whistle. Suddenly the red light finally changed and Michele breathed a sigh of relief. For whatever reason, Michele felt extra embarrassed because, before meeting Kincaid, she had had little experience in showing off her ample chest. Little did she know how truly beautiful her body was until Kincaid had introduced her, in Paris, to the decadence and wonderfulness of being so uninhibited. As the light turned green she heard the roar of the truck engine as the men attempted to accelerate along side. They wanted to look at her again, she knew, because, in the Paris heat, she had a lot for them to look at. Even though Kincaid had purchases her size, she felt the outfit was too small, for the top looked as though it was designed for a girl with half her cup size, as her breasts filled it to overflowing. The men kept up with them for only a few feet. It was a lucky thing she sat in a Ferrari, which their Renault semi tractor had no chance keeping up with. After shaking loose from the traffic, Kincaid and Michele drove for a long time, about 20 minutes, until they got off the freeway, whereupon Michele noticed that they were in another part of Paris that was unlike the beautiful parts she was familiar with. As they made their way through the dirty streets, Michele noticed that everywhere there was graffiti and garbage. The buildings all were run down and she briefly worried about their safety until finally they pulled up to the front of a dilapidated building that had word "Fitness de Luc" over the steel gated entrance. Kincaid reached in the back and grabbed the gym bag, which he said held their clothes for the evening, and then said to Michele that this was where he went three nights a week to work out and tone the fabulous muscles on his tall and handsome 6-foot-2, 48 year old physique. The sparsely populated street told Michele that the gym wasn't very popular at dusk. In fact there were several dilapidated cars in a lot next to the building, which only gave a hint as to the type of gym it was inside. This was not an exclusive club for professionals where one could relax after a long day at the office, but rather it was an old fashioned gym that Luc originally used to train immigrant prizefighters from Turkey, and other street toughs, like the gang members who roamed the underworld and provided protection for his, Luc's, lucrative side businesses. After stopping in front of the gym, Kincaid decided to park the car in the back lot, away from all the other cars, and as far away from the front entrance as possible. Michele had butterflies in her stomach as she worried about the people who might see her when she got out of the car. "Seriously, what are we doing here?" Michele leaned over and asked with a knowing and fearful curiosity. "I told you my love, we're going to work out, of course. What else would you do at a gym?" As Kincaid let out a slight laugh, which Michele did not laugh along with, he then said- "Oh, don't worry my love, it will be fun. Just do what I say, and I promise you'll have a great time." Michele was afraid to step out of the car, thinking that some slimy gangster or punk might see her. She could almost picture someone walking past her now, giving her a suggestive look or calling her a whore. But, as she looked around and stepped out of the car, all was clear, and no one was within sight. She then got out of the car and quickly and followed a step behind Kincaid. Much to her relief, they did not walk around to the front of the building, but instead went through a back delivery door, just like the one they went through, at Kincaid's apartment, the day of their alley sex session. At first it seemed okay to Michele, but it did feel weird walking into a strange, dank, and very dark and mysterious place with no more on than a sheer thong one piece leotard, and a pair of tennis socks and running shoes. At first there seemed to be no one inside of the gym to see her as she followed Kincaid down a short hallway, and past some locker rooms. Despite the cars no one seemed to be working at this time at night, but that suddenly changed when they walked through a fire door into the main workout area of the gym. What Michele saw and smelled were the dark skinned young men from such places as Turkey, Iran, and the Congo lifting free weights while others walked on ancient treadmills, while a few of the bigger men did specialty work-outs on machines, like leg presses, and curls. Seeing that she was the only female in sight, due in large part to her outfit, Michele suddenly felt very exposed and turned to hide back behind the door, but before she could escape, she found that the door was already locked behind her. "Don't be shy," Kincaid told her. "Follow me." Kincaid then took Michele firmly by the arm, and walked her through the gym, as she felt the eyes of over a dozen olive and coal black skinned men upon her and her thong encased buttocks. Even after all that had happened since her arrival in Paris, Michele still felt very embarrassed, even humiliated as Kincaid paraded her in front of these leering men. However, despite her embarrassment and humiliation, Michele she did admit to herself that there definitely existed an erotic element to the musky and testosterone filled gym. Michele then walked past the treadmills, and then past the weight stations, but was afraid to look back at the men when they looked at her. She held her head down and acted shy, as she walked amongst the beefy and sweaty young men, almost as if she was in a dream. "She's a friend of mine and Luc's," Kincaid said, in French, to the old Turk who manned the counter, as Kincaid handed her his membership card. The old man gave Michele an unfriendly glare, as he pointed out to Kincaid, in French. "You know this is a men's gym?" The old man at first wanted to refuse Michele entrance, but then thought better of it, as he suddenly recognized Kincaid, and remembered that he and Luc were close friends, as he to Michele in English, "Although I guess it's all right for you. At least I know none of the men will complain about your workout attire." The old Turk then gave Michele a leering smile as he handed Kincaid and Michele clean towels, after which Kincaid laid the bag down by the entrance to the men's locker room, and said, "Let's start you on something simple." He then took Michele by her hand and walked her toward one of the ancient exercise machine. Kincaid the proceeded to show Michele how the chest press machine worked, as he said "You lie back against a pad that extends up at about a 45 degree angle, and then you take hold of two bicycle like handlebars, and push up." Michele mostly noticed the way Kincaid's chest pushed out at the bottom of each press, which made her realize it would be especially embarrassing for her. The cool leather stuck to Michele's ass cheeks when she took Kincaid's place, and then took hold, pushed the handlebars forward against the resistance of the machine, and then relaxed it again at her side. She pushed once, twice, three times, as each time she felt her chest stick out when she relaxed her arms. Even worse, she noticed that the machine faced towards the rest of the gym, as all of the men were free to look at her barely concealed crotch, although few of them did. Michele did feel some of the men take quick glances, but most of the men continued to work out as though nothing was unusual about a half naked white female working out along side them. This left Michele with a very erotic hope, as she wondered if there was more to this workout than just exercise, for the men around her treated her like she was just another man, even though they clearly could see she was not. Elsewhere, on the Internet, and all over the world, word had gotten out, from a hacker in Russia, how to tap in and watch the broadcast of Michele's latest sexual escapade, via the web, from the cameras Luc and Kincaid had installed in the gym and locker room. Michele and Kincaid did not stay long at the first machine before they moved on to the next. She hardly had time to work up a sweat as Kincaid took her over to a weight bench. The thick rubber of the bench felt good against Michele's seminude backside when she laid down. Again, she felt it most distinctly against her bare buns, which reminded her of all the men who had just leered at her ass after she had passed by them. A bar supported by two stands was positioned above her with weights on both ends. For this exercise, she needed a spotter, and Kincaid picked what must have been the biggest, and most sparsely clad bald black man in the room. "Hey Kinja," Kincaid called over to him in French. "Would you mind helping me spot for Michele?" "No problem," He said, as he walked over to them wearing nothing but a tight bikini brief with a well pronounced budge in front, the massive girth of which Michele could not help but notice as he stood along side her laid out body. Kinja was well over seven feet tall, strong, muscular, and shirtless. He looked like a linebacker for a professional football team, but it was his growing bulge that looked especially menacing. Kinja then stood behind Michele and lightly gripped the bar with his hands. His crotch was positioned almost directly over Michele's head. As she pushed up the weight, she looked directly at his dark scrotum, and could almost see the outline of his near golf ball sized testicles. "Very good," He said to Michele in broken English as he looked down on her. "You're doing a very good job Michele. That looks nice." Michele knew he was complimenting more than her weightlifting ability, for she felt his eyes roam all over her nearly nude body, admiring her tits as she lay in front of him. Michele could sense the African's arousal, as she watched intently as his bulge slowly began to expand. The sight of the African's manhood only served to increase Michele's arousal even further as her heart began to race faster in anticipation of milking from and tasting the juices from the cock above. As a result of her growing arousal and admiration of Kinja's cock, Michele worked on the bench much longer than the first, and quickly started to pant, as she felt her arms grow tired. "Why don't you trade positions?" Kincaid suggested, as he winked to his Kinja. Kinja then helped Michele place the bar back on the overhead rack, and then took her place and laid down on the bench. "Go ahead and spot for Kinja," Kincaid then told Michele. Such a suggestion seemed ridiculous, of course, as there was no way Michele could be expected to lift the bar with the two additional disks that Kincaid help Kinja place on each side, but she said nothing. Even though she felt useless as his spotter, the position gave her a perfect viewing angle. Suddenly, Michele let out a gasp when she saw the tip of Kinja's cock appear above his bikini briefs. "Are you all right Michele?" Kincaid asked of her with a slight smile. "Fine," she answered with a high-pitched squeal, louder than what she intended. "I'm just fine. No problem!" Michele could easily tell that Kinja's cock was not just big., but monstrous! Kinja clearly was a very well endowed young man, as his semi hard cock laid at an angle and pointed to the side. Michele was being blessed with a side profile of its furthest reaches. And not only that, but she could see that he was circumcised and had a thick mushroom on the tip. It was just the way she liked it, long and thick, as she stared at it for several long moments while she practically ignored the weights. They then worked out her legs next, as she sadly left Kinja behind, but then they walked up to two Iranian men laying on their backs and pushing down with their legs. Michele noticed they were muscular and young like Kinja. Both were also shirtless and wore the same style of bikini briefs. She could tell that they had been working out for a long time, for their bodies dripped in a thick layer of sweat that made them look and smell extremely sexy. She could not help but wonder if either of them were as well endowed as Kinja. "I'll let you go first," Kincaid said, as he interrupted Michele's admiration of the bigger of the two bulges. "I'll help you get started." Lucky for Michele the weight bench between the two men remained empty, as she laid down on it, while Kincaid adjusted the weights. The bigger of the two men lay to her right, with a big, burly beard covering most of his face, while the other was clean-shaven and wore a patch over his eye. Like the rest of the men, 'eye patch' and the bearded one continued to work out seemingly oblivious to the sight of Michele's sparsely clad body when she laid down. She, however, noticed theirs, as she took advantage of the opportunity to admire the bulges made by their biceps, quads, and especially by their dicks. As Michele pressed forward with her feet, her eyes roamed back and forth to the tight mounds that were on each side of her. Like Kinja, she thought she saw the bigger of the two cocks start to grow even bigger, but then she figured it was only the side effect of her now very horny imagination. "Hi," a thick Arabic voice said to Michele. "How much are you doing?" She was taken by surprise, as the words come from her left and she did not know what they meant at first, but then I realized he was referring to the weights. By this time, Kincaid had disappeared from her view, as his phone had rung. "I'm afraid I have no idea," Michele answered honestly to the bearded one. "My boyfriend set the weights, and I'm kind of new to this sort of thing." The bearded one then stopped for a moment to look. While she continued doing the leg presses, 'eye patch' got up and looked at the side of the machine. "One twenty," eye patch concluded. "That's pretty good for someone of your stature." After which he turned, and Michele clearly saw the outline of a long pole pointing up and to one side of his briefs. He looked to be another well endowed young man. "My name's Habib," the one with the eye patch said, as he introduced himself and got back on the bench and started up again. "I'm Michele," she said half out of breath. By this time though she was tired, as her legs had started to ache. She wanted to quit this little bench pressing exercise, but then, as she stared at Habib's cock, she suddenly was rewarded with a renewed source of energy. Habib did only two or maybe three leg presses after he laid back down, when suddenly, Michele was left with the sight of her second mushroom cock head of the evening. Unlike Kinja, this one showed more. The action of his feet and thighs allowed it to escape completely. Instead of looking at it inside his briefs, it poked out. A good three, or four inches of dark skinned male flesh sprung out from the top of his bikini briefs, though he did nothing about it and casually ignored the thing. Like Kinja, he was clearly a very well endowed young man, and his cock was very thick, with a very substantial diameter. She knew it was long too, but that was more difficult to gauge, as Michele could not help but wonder how many more inches remained covered under his briefs. Michele noticed that the weights did not feel nearly as heavy when Habib look at, them, but they soon made her legs tired never the less. After hanging up his phone, Kincaid came back to where Michele lay and said, "Lets do a little running." Michele did not want to leave, but rose anyway, even as she noticed both men were hard now, especially Habib, as he continued to expose his cock. The bearded man looked as though his might even be bigger, but his cock remained firmly locked inside his briefs. Michele didn't know where Kincaid went while she did the leg presses, but she really did not care since the two men provided ample entertainment. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 06 Then, as they headed over to a row of new machines, Michele pleaded, "Please, not those," as she saw where Kincaid was taking her. What Michele saw was a group of about a dozen treadmills standing against the wall where several well conditioned men jogged in place on three of them. Michele quickly realized Kincaid wanted her to jog along with them, as she suddenly realized just how much her breasts would bounce in a run. Her exercise outfit offered almost no support, and she knew that her bosom would bounce hard and move all over the place, possibly even bursting out of the thin fabric of her top. "Please!" Michele begged as Kincaid set the controls on her machine. "I can't run in this!" Kincaid ignored Michele's pleading. The treadmill started up and she was forced to start walking as Kincaid stepped onto the treadmill next to her and began jogging. "Well," Kincaid questioned. "Are you 'coming' or not?" Michele suspected his words had a double meaning, for she had not cum yet, and she was desperate to feel the flow of her orgasmic release as the treadmill then started to move faster, and she was forced to keep up. Michele could not believe she was doing this! It wasn't bad at first, but then the treadmill began to move faster and faster. It looked as though Kincaid had programmed it with his own personal program to start slow and accelerate faster. Michele tried her best to run level and not bounce her body around too much, and she tried to be careful, but it soon became impossible as her legs, which were already tired from the leg press exercise, now ached. Soon she started to get out of breath, even as the treadmill kept up its ever present acceleration to higher and higher speeds. Michele's breasts then started to bounce, and then they began to bounce some more, which made her ordeal worse as her legs began to grow numb. Suddenly Michele's tits really start to fly, as they swung up in one direction and then back over to the other. The best she could do was to keep them from flying out. This time some of the men had a hard time ignoring her, even though they had done their best to ignore her, but this time they couldn't help but look. When Michele saw the eyes of several of the young and sweaty men locked on her chest, she felt both humiliated, but at the same time she felt a deep sexual thrill at the hope of what might happen after her run was over. However, the run was far from over, as the treadmill accelerated to an even faster pace, causing Michele's legs to hurt even more, as her tits bounced around with increased violence, so much so that they started to hurt. Glancing down, Michele saw her worst fears come true, for even though her top still covered her breasts, because of the sweat that now soaked the fabric, the top had begun to shrink, making it look as though her top was on the verge of flying apart. The straps of the one piece outfit started to chaff the skin at the side of her chest and behind her neck, as she realized her heavy and sweaty tits were placing tremendous stress on the thin fabric of the straps, and that any faster the thin straps would break. Looking around the room, Michele saw the eyes of additional men locked upon her. Their stares felt both exhilarating and erotic, and secretly she wanted the top of her outfit to tear apart and her tits to break free. She then thought about what she would look like in a run with no top at all, the image of which gave her an extra burst of strength, after which, as she panted heavy with exhaustion, she told Kincaid that she could not go on and then jumped off the still running treadmill. By now Michele was completely out of breath, for her lithe body was no covered completely in sweat, and she noticed that her hair was wet. She was now at the point of near collapse and muscle failure as she felt her legs and arms quiver, the weakness of which caused her to brace herself on Kincaid's treadmill. Kincaid continued to jog at Michele's side as she said, "I have to give you credit. Your body is obviously in much better physical condition than my own. I am not accustomed to working out like this." Yet, despite her physical exhaustion, the exercise in voyeurism, in watching all of the semi naked young and muscular men in the gym, now filled her completely with desire that she couldn't wait to get her lover into bed tonight. "Have enough of a workout?" Kincaid questioned, still running at a good pace but hardly out of breath. By now Michele was bent over, with her hands on her knees, still panting with exhaustion. "I think so," Michele said between breaths. "Good, then time for your reward," Kincaid said as he stepped of the treadmill. "It's time to shower." Kincaid then took Michele by the hand and headed towards the back of the gym. She wondered what he meant by "reward" as she saw two doors. One said, in French, "women," and the other was labeled, in French, "men." Michele started to head for the women's locker room, but Kincaid suddenly jerked hand still held on to her own and said to her, "No, this way!" Michele was initially shocked, and afraid to follow, but upon her hesitation Kincaid only pulled harder, and before she knew what had happened, she was pulled the men's locker room. Immediately upon entering Michele saw scores of sweaty dark skinned nude men walking around, most of whom were in the shower washing their perfect muscular bodies. However, what really caught Michele's attention was the fact that, after she had entered, none of them paid any attention to her. As Kincaid led her to his locker, deep within the bowels of the musty and steamy room, the men walked by her as though nothing was out of the ordinary about a woman in a men's locker room. One even bumped her with his arm as he walked by. It was readily apparent to Michele now that, much like the party at Katya's this too was all part of Kincaid's prearranged plan, for the men had all been told earlier, by Luc, to act as though Michele was just another guy. Unlike the men, all of whom were too worn out from their weightlifting, Michele was now even more aroused, for it was as though she was in dick heaven. Around her were cocks of all colors, shapes and sizes, all of which bounced as they walked past her. More importantly, these weren't just any cocks, for these were large foreign men with sculpted muscles and well toned bodies. For Michele, it truly was paradise. Michele tried hard not to stare at them while she waited for Kincaid to open his locker, but it was difficult, especially since, just feet away, one particular tall and athletic African washed himself in the shower. Michele was lost in lustful amazement as she watched the ebony god rub soap into his chest, down his stomach, after which he ran his soap filled hand over his dick and balls. He then lathered them up, and in the process moved them all around. The African, to Michele, looked well hung, as his soft cock extended several inches down his legs, the sight of which caused her to almost drool as she tried to picture what his cock would look like standing upright and at attention. However, Michele's view got even better when the African dropped the soap in the shower, and, with his back towards Michele, he bent over to pick it up. As Michele looked at his ass as he bent over, she could see his big dick hanging down between his legs. For her, it truly was an incredible sight to behold, as her lustful concentration was broken, when she suddenly felt her lover's warm breath on her neck. "I bet you would love to wrap your hand around it," Kincaid whispered into her ear. "I bet you would like to pull it for him, maybe lead him around by his dick." It is as though Kincaid had read Michele's mind. He was right, as a fantasy suddenly formed in her mind. She then smiled as she thought about what it would be like to stand in the shower with the nameless African, maybe even help him lather up his cock and balls. She knew she could get them very clean, as she pictured herself feeling over every square inch of his monster. It was at that point that Kinja came up to Kincaid and Michele, and said, "Hello Kincaid and... is it Michele?" He questioned in fractured English. Michele just nodded her head, unable to speak as she turned to face the seminude Kinja. "Have a good workout?" He walked right over to them and asked. "Good enough," Kincaid answered in English. "I would like to stay longer, but Michele is getting too horny. She asked if we could go home to fuck." Michele's head turned like it is on a coiled spring, as she looked up at Kincaid in shock; however, her blushing face gave away her real desires. "It looks like you better hurry," Kinja said in English with a smile. "I'm not so sure if she can make it." It was a humiliating remark, but then Kinja turned around and she forgot all about it, as her lover said, "Well, aren't you going to take a shower too?" Michele was shocked. While she was busily admiring the cocks all around her, Kincaid had completely undressed, as he now stood beside her naked, with a towel over his shoulder. It was at that point that Michele paused for a moment to consider just exactly she was going to experience, for here she was in the middle of a dingy and dank men's locker room, with at least two dozen handsome, fit, and naked men standing around her, all of whom looked to be very well hung. Kincaid had just asked her to take off her thong one piece and join them in their naked state, the suggestion which nearly caused her to cum right then and there, for she knew that this was a yet another test in exhibitionism and hedonism that she did not want to fail. As Kincaid stood behind Michele waiting, she moved her hands up her sweaty top and then slowly ripped open her top, which allowed her firm and substantial breasts to break free. As she ripped her top open and freed her breasts, several men looked at them, and despite their best efforts, they were now no longer able to ignore her. After her breasts were free, Michele then kicked of her shoes and socks, and then slipped down her sweat soaked thong bottom and showed them more. The bottom was easier because she was already half exposed, as she slipped it down and showed off her well shaven pussy. Once Michele was completely naked, Kincaid then took her by the hand and led her into the shower. As they walked, Michele could feel the eyes that now followed her. Michele could feel all of them admiring her firm tits and naked pussy, yet, even as they stared, most of them remained obedient, per Luc's orders, and continued to act as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about a naked American female inside a smelly and testosterone filled men's locker room and shower. Seconds later Michele stood in the middle of the dimly lit tiled shower and allowed the warm water to cascade over her. She remained naked, of course, and so was everyone else, the only difference was that she was a female and the rest were all males. She couldn't believe there were five beautifully sculpted muscular naked men taking a shower along with her. One of them, she noticed, had become partially erect, and it excited her, especially when one of them then grabbed her by the ass, whereupon she turned and found it was Habib. "Oh, excuse me," Habib said with a lustful breath. Michele was about to reply, but before she had a chance to say anything she noticed his cock, as she glanced down and saw him standing fully erect and pointing up at attention from between his muscular legs, the sight of which looked to be even longer and fatter than before. Looking over her wet body, Habib smiled and said. "Have a good work out?" Frozen with lust, Michele opened her mouth to form words, but she was now unable to answer as she felt herself being surrounded. From behind her Michele heard another man say, "It sure looks like you did," to which another man replied, "That looked to be quite a workout on the treadmill." Sensing what was soon about to happen to her, Michele looked over to see Kinja, and looked down to see that he was inflated too. She was not sure who was bigger, Habib or Kinja, for they both had enormous cocks, nine or maybe ten inches in length. It was at that point, under the cascading hot water, that Michele felt another man touch her on the ass. This one though did not grab her with his hand, as she looked around to see that he must have touched her with the head of his cock. It was the same man, the African, she saw in the shower when she first walked in, for he was also at a full erection and looked to have the biggest of all. Michele suddenly realized that Kincaid was no longer with her, in fact he was no where in sight, as the five naked and very well endowed studs circled and surrounded her in the shower. It was the African who started the sexual assault, for when Michele turned to face him, he took her by the arms and brought her in close. He then kissed her, and at the same time she felt the tip of his cock brush up against the crack of her ass, as he bent down and held her firm. Michele knew that her first instinct should have been to scream and run away, but she didn't, as she was powerless and had no more strength left as the African pressed tight against her, working his big cock into her tiny pussy. As Michele watched the men in front of her begin to stroke their menacing cocks, from behind her, the African said. "Relax and enjoy it." There was no need for foreplay now, as the gym served as their own foreplay, for the African had been ordered to simply enter Kincaid's newest conquest raw. Which is exactly what he did, as his big meaty hands encircled Michele's waist, pulled her close, and then slowly entered her wet pussy. Yet, despite her excitement, Michele's pussy felt his size immediately, for he was big, really big. Despite his size, the African easily slid his cock inside Michele, as the head of his cock forced her open more than she had ever been opened before. He entered slowly but deliberately, sinking his long cock deeper and deeper inside with every passing second, until finally, just when she thought he was fully inserted, he rammed it home with a final thrust. As Kincaid and the rest of the world watched on video and the Internet, it was readily apparent, by the look of pleasurable surprise on her face, that this was the deepest Michele had ever been impaled before. "OHHHH GOD!!!!!" Michele cried out, but before she had a chance to catch her breath, the African began to fuck her hard in the middle of the men's shower room, as the global audience watched. Among those watching of course was her husband and millions of others, as well as a group of mysterious men in Japan, all of whom had been summoned to watch in preparation for what was now being referred to in Tokyo as 'Operation Geisha.' "Oh, oh, oh," Michele panted and screamed with each thrust, closing her eyes tightly, until finally she opened them up and realized even more men were surrounding and watching her, as her screams were loud enough for those in the gym to come in and watch the spectacle. As the naked muscle men surrounded her Michele knew that she must have looked like a wanton slut, but she couldn't help it, for at that moment she did not care. As she and the African fucked, slowly, Michele was forced to back up., for the African's cock was simply too much manhood for her body to handle, and she couldn't keep still. She soon found herself pegged up against the wall, where the African could gain additional leverage and enter her even further. The wet, smooth surface of the tiled wall slid across her hands, face and cheeks as the African's hard meat rammed in and out. "Oh, oh, oh!" The African's hands soon left her waist where they were no longer needed, as he then brought them up to Michele's chest, whereupon she felt his strong hands push her breasts up from below and then circled around, as he roughly kneaded her tits as he savagely fucked her. From this angle the African fucked Michele long and hard as she pled for mercy. Ignoring her pleas, the African continued to give her what was, in her mind, the best animalistic fuck she had ever received. Michele soon find herself on the verge of an orgasm, but the African didn't give her the chance because, as before she could cum, the African stopped, then rammed his cock home, and grunted. Seconds later Michele she felt the African throb and explode deep within her as his cock filled her so tight that she could actually feel it throb and squirt deep inside. After cumming, and listening to Michele's pleas for more cock die down, the African took Michele by her wet hair and forced his tongue down her throat, after which he said, "Thank You." The African then turned his head around and said, "She's good! I must say Kincaid's girlfriend is quite a good fuck!" He then pulled out of her completely, the emptiness of which left Michele completely unsatisfied for she had failed to reach her own orgasm. Sensing Michele's disappointment, she heard a familiar voice say, "Let me try," as Michele turned to see Kinja eagerly requesting to take the African's place. With Kinja stepping up the disappointment quickly left her, for Michele was in desperate need of an orgasm, but she knew that, with all of these men waiting to rape her, that she would be more than satisfied before she left the gym. Kinja then spun Michele around and picked her up and placed her on top of his cock, as his massive arms held her tight against the wet tile wall, after which he fuck her hard, as she screamed out "Oh, oh, oh!" With Kinja fucking her now, Michele started panting like before, until seconds after his cock entered her, Michele's orgasm hit her before she was ready, as she screamed, "FUCK!" at the same time her body tensed as she looked up, and felt both of her feet leave the ground. Kinja then slammed Michele against the shower room wall and presented her with the most powerful orgasm of her life. As Michele's body convulsed, she heard her rapist say, "More than good! I like a woman who isn't afraid of letting you know when she gives an orgasm. I can't wait for another." However, Kinja did not give Michele time to rest as he immediately started up again. "Please!" Michele begged as she tried to stop him in a voice that said she really did not mean it. "Oh please, please stop. Let me rest." Kinja acted as though he could not understand what Michele was saying as continued his vaginal assault. Michele now felt numb after that first orgasm, and for several moments she could hardly even feel him thrusting in and out, but soon the sensation returned at about the same time she felt his meaty hands begin to paw her breasts. "I like these," Kinja complimented. "Now these are what I call tits." Kinja moved Michele's breasts around, squashing, squeezing; even pinching her nipples. Yet, sooner than she thought possible, Michele started to feel another orgasm approach. She began to feel the coming orgasm gather momentum from somewhere deep inside of her, but just like the African, Kinja let go too soon as his hands left her chest as his body tightened and he rammed Michele's weary body hard up against the wall and unloaded. "Take it Bitch," Kinja yelled. "Take it all!" Which is exactly what Michele did as she felt him throb and shoot into her three separate and long streams of hot thick spunk, after which Kinja stayed inside, for at least a minute afterward, as he experienced additional smaller eruptions. "Excellent fuck," Kinja said as he finally pulled out. "Oh Michele, you are quite an excellent fuck." Michele just nodded as she turned around and with all of her strength steadied her wobbly legs with her hands on the wet and warm shower tile. "Good job," The other men said in French, as they patted him on the shoulder as though he has just scored a soccer goal. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 06 "That was great!" "What a show!" As Michele stood there, she felt the African's and Kinja's thick liquid seed flow down her inner thighs, for her womb was was so full of cum after a double fuck that her pussy could not hold it all. It was at that point that that Kinja stepped back, but in doing so he had pulled out of her like the African and had again left her on the orgasmic edge. Michele then wondered who would be next, as a thick Russian voice said in English, "I wonder if she is as big of a slut as she seems to be." Upon hearing the Russian, Michele looked toward the rough voice, which was out of the shower and in the direction of the lockers. The voice came from the first white man she noticed in the shower - the biggest man of them all, Igor Breshnev, Russia's former champion weightlifter. It was at this point that Michele found her eyes being drawn to Igor, who was laying on one of the benches, bare, naked, face up, as she focused in on his cock, the longest one she had ever seen. "I think she is," Someone said, in French, from the near the door. "She's the biggest slut I've ever seen," another man said in very broken English. Michele continued to look at the Russian, for she was unable to pull her eyes off his gigantic tool, for she could not help but wonder what it was going to feel like inside of her. Michele then heard Igor say to her, "I wonder if you are a brave enough slut... to walk on over here and take a seat." Michele said nothing, as she watched the Russian stroke his own cock, as if to invite her, but she already knew and saw where he expected her to sit. "Oh yes!" One of the men said. "There she goes!" Said another in English. "Go over to Igor and take a seat. WE DARE YOU!" The taunting challenges for her to fuck the Russian's massive muscular tool were too much for her, yet Michele did not consciously walk, instead she felt an invisible force take control of her body, as her legs moved on their own. Her body approached the Russian's cock like steel to a magnet, as Michele found herself powerless to halt her walk over to this big man they called the "Railsplitter", for he was a new challenge, and Michele had never been one to back down from a dare. "You know you want it WHORE," Igor told her. "Come on over here and ride it." Michele then stepped out of the shower, toward the lockers, to the big man who now laid on the knee-high bench. "Yes, come on over and take a seat on my pole!" Wordlessly, Michele stepped up to the end of the bench and spread her legs. She spread one to either side, and then continued walking. "What a whore!" Voices around her said. She heard them as if in an erotic dream. Michele had to part her legs further when she came to Igor as she passed over his feet, and then over his meaty legs. She then continued to walk up the length of his body until she reached his waist. "That's the way Michele," Igor said. "That's perfect! Now just have yourself a seat." Michele had to step up on her tiptoes to reach over his cock because it was so long, and then she let herself down on it. "Holy fuck!" Someone yelled in English. "She's actually going to do it!" Which is exactly what Michele did as she let herself slowly go down on it. The Russian's cock easily entered as Kinja and the African had already reamed her and lubricated her insides well. She hardly felt him enter, as he was actually skinnier than her last two fucks, but what he lacked in girth he made up for in length. At one point, Michele thought he must be all the way in, but then realized that she had yet to sit down on him, and his hairy pubis. Soon her twat started to feel tighter as it began to enter harder, hitting virgin territory. "I think she's going to take it," A voice said. "There she goes!" "All 14 inches." Michele thought that the 14 inches was an exaggeration, but she was not sure by how much. He was fantastically long and entered her fantastically deep, and she couldn't believe that she was capable of accepting such a long tool. Suddenly Michele became worried that the Russian might hurt her, but he didn't, as she was slowly able to take it all until finally she lowered herself all the way down as he entered her fully with a cock now having gone in her where no other one had ever gone before, after which she began to ride him. Michele rode this cock like she had never ridden a cock before, as she bounced up and down and rode him like a a bull stud as she moaned in uninhibited passion. Because of his massive length, Michele had to move her ass a long distance up and down in order to experience his full length. Moments earlier her legs felt tired and on the brink of collapse, but now they found a new source of energy as Michele rode Igor faster and faster. She wanted this ride to make her tits bounce up and down, just like the treadmill all over again, but she didn't care about how she looked, for all she cared about now was the big cock inside of her as she desperately sought out another orgasm, until eventually she found herself again on the brink, but just like earlier she again did not get the chance. For suddenly, without warning, Igor pulled Michele down on him, as she felt his strong hands on her waist as he pulled down and skewered her with his long cock. A second later she heard him grunt, and a second after that she felt him pulse and throb inside of her as he squirted his spunk deep inside of her womb. As Michele continued to milk the Russian's shrinking cock, a strange sounding voice, which was neither male nor female, said, "Igor, get up and have the whore take your place," after which the husky and smokey voice then spoke from behind her, "It's my turn!" Igor quickly obeyed like a servant to a much stronger master, as he pushed Michele up and took his cock out of her dripping love hole, after which he got up off the bench, laid her down in his place face down onto the narrow bench with half of her tits dangling off both sides. At this point Michele was oblivious as to what was going to happen next, for she had been placed in such a position that escape was impossible. It was at this point that Michele heard silence, after which she heard a door being locked and a shuffling of footsteps when suddenly she heard Habib say, "Holy shit! It can't be human!" "Look at the size of that thing!" Another said. By now Michele was desperate to know what the men were talking about, but when she tried to turn around and look, a blindfold descended over her eyes, after which she felt pairs of strong hands hold her wrists tight as suddenly more men began exclaiming their awe of the newest visitor to the locker room, the she-male known simple as Amanda, the former East German female bodybuilder and wrestler. "Go ahead," someone said, as Amanda was invited in. "I gotta see this!" Said another. Michele, who was oblivious to the fact that a massive and beautiful hermaphrodite was now approaching her, heard shuffling and movement behind her, and she could tell that someone was positioning himself behind her at the opening of her delicate cunt. A moment later she started to feel it. She hoped it was Kincaid, but she clearly could feel that it was not, and it only took a second for her to know, as she only needed to feel the head. Clearly this cock belonged to that of another man, but when Michele felt the intruder's soft feminine hands opening her ass cheeks, she sensed that this new cock was going to be something very different, and it was as it opened her up and spread her lips apart wide! Stunned at its girth, Michele realized that this cock belonged to someone other than a man; for it was bigger and wider than any before, and she hoped, much longer too. The truth was that Amanda's cock was a cybernetic and synthetic creation of GENOM, created through the process of mixing human and horse cells, which was then grafted onto the body of the beautiful and dangerous freelance assassin. Kincaid knew Amanda via his friendship with Katya, and, as Kincaid was searching for a truly unique sexual experience for Michele, he recalled what Katya had said about the power and size of Amanda's cybernetic cock. Katya had become quite familiar with it recently after one of her parties. As the cybernetic cock penetrated Michele, with difficulty, all around the gym the men watched in awe, mesmerized at the spectacle before them of watching the 300 pound muscle-bound hermaphrodite slowly ream Michele's delicate pussy. Despite Michele's three earlier fucks in the shower, Amanda had trouble entering, despite her slicked twat and her substantial reaming. "Oh!" Michele grunted at the next inch of penetration. "Oh shit! OH MY GOD!!! OH GOD!!!" Unlike the others, this cock entered Michele in short, quick thrusts, impaling Michele's tiny frame by perhaps an inch at a time. Once Amanda felt Michele was ready, she gathered up steam, pulled back slightly, and then rammed the horse cock back home again in a determined mission to prove that her cock was better than that of any man. "OH! OHHH! OHH GOD!!!" Michele grunted again. "OH FUCK!!!" "How is she doing?" A deep, feminine German sounding voice asked from behind. Upon hearing her voice, Michele could tell it belonged to that of the cock impaled inside of her, but not impaled very far, for only her horse sized cock head rested inside of her as she realized that her rapist was asking if her cock was too big. "She's fine," Kincaid answered for Michele. "Keep on going! Michele's fine. I'm sure she can take all of it." "FUCK!!!!!" Michele felt Amanda thrust another inch. It felt like she was being fisted. Kincaid just smiled as he told Amanda, in French, to "Fuck her until she passes out!!!" Which is exactly what happened as the powerful hermaphrodite with the hybrid monster horse cock fucked Michele gently and until finally it was able to trigger Michele's long sought after orgasmic release that drained her of the remaining bits of energy and coherence that was still within her. Despite Michele's orgasm, Amanda continued to fuck Michele slow and long until finally she blew her salty spunk deep inside Michele's womb, after which, as the python prick pulled out of her, Michele moaned in disappointment as she closed her eyes and cooed in womanly afterglow and satisfaction, eventually drifting off to sleep as the men in the locker room, and Amanda, faded off into the night. When Michele next opened her eyes she found that she was alone in the musky smelling locker room, after which she slowly lifted herself up of the still moist cum stained wooden bench. She then looked in the mirror and saw that her skin and hair were still wet, but that her pussy continued to tingle with a moist a mixture of pain and pleasure. As she recalled her 'rape' in the locker room, Michele realized with pride that her twat had endured a pounding that lesser women would dare never dream of, but one which she was proud to not have only survived, but also enjoyed, for she knew that what she had just experienced was only the beginning of a new life and continued sexual awakening for her. As Michele sat up on the bench she saw that Kincaid had laid out a dress unlike any other she had ever worn before, as well as a pair of matching pumps, with a pair of white garters and a G-string that was barely big enough to cover her small tuft 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 across from the gym. 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 Kincaid 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 showered again, after which she 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 satin dress that Kincaid had selected for her to wear for the evening, as suddenly an erotic shiver of excitement went up her spine at the thought of wearing such a daring and provocative dress in public. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 07 From far away, Barry was now in emotional hell after having watched his wife's gang bang, during which she had been penetrated by cocks that were nearly twice the size of anything that he had to offer. Especially troubling to him, was the sight of the beautiful and masculine hermaphrodite who had been the last to fuck Michele before the video connection was cut. Luckily for Barry, he had recorded and watched, over and over again, the entire locker room fuck session that Michele had been subjected to. For Barry, it was obvious, from the way she had been talking to Kincaid and the fact that he heard her say "I Love You" through her moans, during their morning love making session, that the last person she had on her mind was Barry. The sexual and emotional feelings of his agreed to and forced voyeurism was the price Barry was realizing that he now had to pay for not stepping up and being the husband he should have been. However, despite his guilt, the site of watching Michele being gang banged was truly remarkable, as Barry approached his fourth orgasm, as he rewatched his wife's workout, the telephone suddenly rang. It was Kincaid, who told Barry to shutup and to listen, for what he was about to say and offer was the price of having neglected the sexual needs of his young and beautiful wife. Kincaid then proceeded to tell Michele's husband about what he had not witnessed, such as the alleyway fuck, the oral sessions in the back of the car, and Katya's orgy, all of which Michele had been on the receiving end of, and that there was so much more to come. As Kincaid described in vivid detail all of the events Barry had not witness, Barry's mind was boiling with jealousy when he suddenly told Kincaid to fuck off and that he was going to come to Paris and kill him. To which Kincaid calmly replied, "My friend, do not threaten me. I now hold all the cards. I hold your wife, your career, and your future in the palm of my hands. You will do as I say and you will not disobey. Should you refuse just one simple request, Michele will disappear! So just be a good little boy and stay near the telephone, and check your e-mail (CLICK)." Kincaid just looked down in disgust and then back to the TV monitor in Luc's office, as he watched Michele rise up off the bench and said simply to his friend and colleague, "I promise you, Michele will never return to America now. No one threatens me like that and expects to live. However, in her husband's case, death would be a blessing. Which reminds me, are the cameras ready at your nightclub?" To which Luc smiled and nodded yes. Alone in the musky and dark men's locker room, Michele sat up on the bench and saw that, in an open locker, Kincaid had laid out a dress unlike any other she had ever worn before. Also included in the ensemble were a pair of matching pumps, a white garter belt and stockings, 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 the four massive cocks inside the locker room, she trusted that what ever Kincaid had planned for the night would definitely not be disappointing. In the open locker Michele also found a bag full of disposable toiletries and black hair clip, with a small note that instructed her to wear her hair up so as not to hide her neck. Before dressing though she showered, during which she shaved her pubis and underarms. 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 satin 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 see through 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 had been busy finalizing the plans for Michele's "training" as the spies now officially termed it, at an ancient and famous chateau on the outskirts of Paris in the suburb of Roissy. However, tonight would be the night for Michele's introduction to the dangerous and erotic darkness of the Paris underworld. The plan, as conceived by Kincaid, which was based upon a number of the rape fantasies he had read in her diaries, was simply to allow Michele to experience a seemingly dangerous and uncontrolled erotic interlude in order to help her unleash her sexual uninhibited darkside. Of course the dress that Michele was now getting ready to peel into, would definitely help set the mood for the erotic and dangerous game that Kincaid had now set in motion. The day before, Luc had offered and then arranged for Kincaid the use of a gangster friend's nightclub, and then went about hiring a number of lowlife musclebound thugs and beautiful prostitutes, as well as several other characters of the Paris criminal underworld, to be actors in the "training" of France's newest femme fatale. Meanwhile, in the musky and semen scented men's locker room, Michele had begun to lightly dust her body with the rose scented talcum powder that Kincaid had left in his locker. 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 silk 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 above her knee, as she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. What Michele saw in her reflection was very revealing, but since she had just been the center of attention in two orgies in less than 24 hours, the fact that the white dress did little to cover her shapely body was tame compared to the outfit that she had originally worn to the gym. Michele's dress was especially chosen by Kincaid for the fact that her beautiful body would be clearly visible, through the semi-clear silk. 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, after which she check the clock on the wall and saw that it was now nearing 8:00 p.m. As she finished up, Michele decided to be "fashionably late" no matter what the consequences might be. She then put everything back in Kincaid's locker and walked leisurely to the front of the gym and stepped out of the front door. When Michele stepped out onto 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. The Arab 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. However, instead of being turned on by her exposure, fear suddenly ran through Michele's veins, as she pensively walked past the young men who were yelling at her, and flashing Euro bills, in the hopes that she was a whore looking for a cheap trick. Ignoring the whistling men, as she neared the café, Michele saw Kincaid's friend Luc. As the street toughs continued to follow Michele to the cafe, the three young punks suddenly Luc stand up and make his sizeable physical presence known, after which they suddenly stopped and backed away from Michele. As the punks backed away and disappeared into the Paris night, Luc held out his hand and asked, "Are you all right? Never mind the boys, they are harmless. Please forgive them, for you see, 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's inside taking a piss. 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. Upon seeing the afterglow that still shone in her beautiful eyes, Luc knew that Michele would never leave Kincaid or Paris. As both Luc and Kincaid had planned, Michele had already, unknowingly, begun training for her new role and life as an industrial spy; however, before she could be brought to Roissy, there were still a number of planned scenarios and encounters for her to experience before she could be sent away for her training. Luc then looked to see if Kincaid was coming, and when he saw that he was not, he lit up a cigarette and said to Michele, "As you know Kincaid told you not to be late. However, Kincaid is not a controlling person, but you must remember that you still are a stranger to Paris, and when you are dressed, such as you are now, I would advise you follow his every word.." 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, "Your new lover never gets mad. However, I do expect that you may have to make it up to him." To which Luc just laughed and then said to Michele, "Not to worry my dear, I was only joking; Kincaid actually went to get the car. Oh there he is now. Well, my lovely I will say take my leave and wish you a good evening. Have fun. Au revior!" As the car came up to the curb Michele got up and walked over to it, as she felt every man, including Luc, watch her silk encased ass walk away and get into Kincaid's car, after which she gave 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. Yet, Michele was far from complaining as she found herself saying "I love you," as she kissed Kincaid deep. Seconds later, as their car drove away, Michele gave a wave a wink to her lover's best friend, whom she found to be physically intoxicating, even though he was twice her age. Yet despite the fact he was 55, Luc reminded Michele, as well as most people, of the French actor Jean Reno, with his aging and rugged good looks, all of which Michele hoped that, in time, she would get to know him better. After giving Michele a brief description about the African men whom had raped her in the gym locker room, Kincaid remained silent during the remaining drive to the La Bastion where they had dinner reservations for 8:30. The silence was mutual as Michele lovingly stroked and kissed her lover's arm. For the evening, despite the oppressive heat and humidity, Kincaid had decided to wear his finest Armani suit. The gray suit was worth over $1,000, which was still far less than the micro fiber silk dress in which Michele's body encased. When Michele and Kincaid finally arrived at the La Bastion, the valet driver practically tripped over himself as he gawked at Michele. Upon seeing the valet's reaction, Michele became flushed with both embarrassment and excitement as she reveled in being a sexy exhibitionist, all the while never acting if there was nothing strange with wearing such a revealing dress in public. Kincaid was content to watch the men and women who gawked at his lover, as they headed towared their table; however, like a good poker player, he acted like nothing was amiss, pulled out her chair, took his seat, and then ordered wine. As the wine was poured, Kincaid began to seduce Michele with both his eyes and words in order 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 firm and full breasts), teasingly rubbed Kincaid's crotch with her stocking covered foot under the table, As they sipped on their wine, Kincaid looked into Michele's eyes and told her just how erotic she had looked fucking all of the men and women she had encountered since her arrival in Paris. He then fully recounted for her everything that had transpired the last two days, from the time she was examined until he revealed that the last cock she had at the gym was that of a hermaphrodite, after which, as she became flush with excitement, he 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 centered around his time in India with the military, 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 then told her that the upcoming session would be a practical demonstration by his protégés of what Kincaid had taught them, through their late night discussions at various jazz clubs and café's, and that Michele's presence would only add to the education of his students, all of whom he said were 18 year old male freshman taking a special summer session in erotic art that was now 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 from what Kincaid had said, she sensed that her experience in his classroom would bring more of 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, as they waited for their dessert, Michele opened up and began to talk about how, since her arrival in Paris, 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. 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, after which 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 as the practically nude American woman walked with her lover down the cobblestone street until they finally turned a corner toward a club where only invited guests were allowed. As they walked leisurely to Luc's club, Kincaid hinted to Michele that tonight, at the club, she would soon have an opportunity to fulfill more of her dark desires and insatiable thirst for sexual adventure. Upon hearing his words, Michele nodded her head in agreement, and then motioned for Kincaid to stop. It was at that moment, as the two of them stood face to face in the dimly lit street, Michele looked up and tearfully said to Kincaid, "I love you! I really do 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 love 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, before I can make you any more promises, 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 several more blocks, until finally they stopped at a set of small stairs that led down into an unmarked basement jazz and dance club. Kincaid feigned ignorance and smiled at Michele, after which he suggested they enter as he said with a wink that 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 Paris had now convinced Michele, in her heart, that she would never return to America, even though she realized that her decision was a quick and impulsive decision guided by her libido. Yet, 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 and life changing sexual adventure awaited her arrival. Elsewhere, as Michele and Kincaid entered the club, across town Maurice sat at Kincaid's desk and hit the send button on his colleague's ancient 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 Kincaid had so eloquently said he was in his last fitness report. For Maurice, the decision was not about money, so there never could be any investigation regarding that aspect of his life, but rather his decision was based upon his love of Kabuki, the woman for whom he would go to the ends of the Earth to please. 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, Kabuki, to smile, as she realized that the time would soon be at hand to have her revenge on the man she both loved and hated. However, now that Kincaid had found a new love, this woman called Michele, her jealousy only made her more determined to see him again and exact her revenge, but first, with the help of Maurice, she had to lay the ground work and lure him and Michele to Japan. As Kabuki contemplated the possibilities of her revenge, it slowly dawned on her that her former lover's greatest strength was his greatest weakness, his voyeuristic tendencies, and if she still knew him like she did, then this woman Michele, who, on the video file sent by Maurice, was now being injected in Luc's gym with a steady steam of sperm, would be the bait whom she would need to ensnare Kincaid and Luc in her grand spider web of deciet, duplicity and revenge, for which there would be no escape… Meanwhile, as Michele and Kincaid entered, the amber light was so dim that they could not see into the dark recesses of the club. The dance floor was purposely filled with people moving slowly to a penetrating and erotic African rhythm as Kincaid suggested to Michele that they take a seat in one of the darker alcoves that offered a complete view of the club. After they seated themselves in the cozy booth, a waiter immediately rushed over, as Luc had instructed earlier, and set down a bottle of chilled Mahala laced white wine. Michele and Kincaid then sat back, glasses in hand and sipped their wine as they started to softly touch each other while watching the dance 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 mixture of young immigrants from Africa to Australia, all of whom were at best just struggling to survive life. The club was at the edge of what many Parisians called the Harlem of France, for in this section of the city, which was the most dangerous. Unlike the red-light district, this part of the city's claim to fame was the urban legends of danger and death. It was also in this section of the city where good girls and bad boys came to meet and fall momentarily in love. The unmarked jazz and dance clubs were yet 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. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 07 It was exactly for these reasons that Kincaid brought Michele to this club, he thought, as they both simultaneously noticed a tall black man at the bar, just as Luc had said would be. The African man's body was that of a dancer's, hard and muscular. The man 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 sexy body. The man knew exactly why he was there and could easily see the lust building in Michele's eyes as she surveyed both he and the other men in the club. Kincaid knew that the feel of the African's gaze was slowly making Michele hotter and wetter. Kincaid continued to make small talk with Michele about art and the Paris museums, while at the same time he enjoyed the site of watching Michele become distracted by the African who continued to watch her. As the night moved on the crowd thinned, leaving on the dance floor a number of young Australian girls during which time the music slowly turned into a to a deep and erotic pulsing rhythm, the selection of which was the signal for her erotic adventure to begin as Kincaid whispered into Michele's ear and requested she perform a solo dance for him. By this time the African's eyes on Michele had driven her crazy, as she stood up, with her skirt now tight against her body and ventured towards the dance floor as she felt both the wine and the music flowing freely through her, totally in synch with her body. Once on the dance floor, Michele began to move slowly to the sensual African rythym as both the African and Kincaid watched, while all around her others were riveted to the most primitive of all sights, that of a scantly clad woman dancing seductively to the sound of a African mating dance. After several minutes, as Michele slowly swayed, lost in the erotic rhythms, the African 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, while all around her the others on the dance floor watched breathlessly. Meanwhile, from across the dance floor, another large muscular black man, the bouncer, stared in anticipation at both Michele and the African. As Michele and the African engaged in their dirty dance, the African slowly and unknowingly edged Michele toward a darker area of the dance floor, where the bouncer waited in anticipation. Once they were off the main dance area, as he and Michele continued to sway to the hypnotic erotic music, the African sat himself on a barstool that was next to the wall and made his move as he slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders and continued to pull it down her arms exposing Michele's succulent breasts, after which he then lowered his head and took a pink nipple in his mouth while at the same time he put his other arm around her waist and pulled her towards and up on to his lap. As their bodies touched, Michele, who was powerless and filled with lust, could feel the African's thick, heavy, hard cock pressing into her groin. She knew now that she had to fuck him, and feel his huge tool filling her, as she lifted his head and kissed him deep, while unsnapping the fly on his trousers and guiding his cock out with her other hand, while at the same time the African stranger hiked up around her waist the thin silk that covered her ass, and then in one motion pulled off with a loud snap, the G-string that covered her pussy. After he snapped off her G-string, Michele instinctively pressed against him and slid his cock deep into her, in one firm desperate motion. After having impaled her tiny pussy onto the African's cock, Michele turned to her lover and gave him a knowing glance and smile, in the knowledge that he wanted her to take charge and fuck this stranger, while he and the others in the club, just like at Katya's, watched in silence as they continued to dance. Despite the darkness of the club, it was easy for Kincaid to watch as the African stranger continued to move harder to the music, grinding into Michele, as he crushed her breasts in his large and strong hands and kissed her neck. Suddenly, just as Kincaid anxiously watched and had planned, 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 the bouncer's 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 African's pubic hair and pelvis grating against her swollen and tender clit. The bouncer then moved closer and gently placed his hands on Michele's exposed gyrating ass cheeks, which he then gently spread as he pushed his cock forward so that Michele could feel the tip of it pressing against her asshole. As the pressure of the bouncer's cock increased, his body merged into Michele's backside, even though her asshole resisted, until he pressed harder and harder until suddenly he forced his way in, as her asshole suddenly gave way. With the sudden invasion of her tight ass by the bouncer's cock, the pain and pleasure made Michele scream as she felt her pussy clamp tighter around the African's cock. The three of them then slowly began to move together to the music as the two cocks pumped slowly into Michele. Lost in her own pleasure, Michele could feel both cocks rubbing her on the inside and almost touching, with only the thin membrane of tissue between her pussy and entrails that separated the massive cocks, while at the same time she had forced her hands inside the African's t-shirt and scratched her nails across his chest and back, as she held him tight and begged for more. As he watched Kincaid decided that he needed a better look, then stood up and brought with him his glass of white wine. He then moved towards them rampant with lust at the sight of two strong men fucking Michele hard from front and behind. Kincaid then came right up next to the upright ménage a tois and slowly dribbled the wine 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, which the African then licked off her sweet skin, as he simultaneously bit her nipples, after which Kincaid returned to his seat. Meanwhile, the other dancers in the club were captivated by the site of Michele and the two black men, but never stopped dancing, even though the air was completely charged with lust. As the two strangers pounded into Michele, she soon felt a slow moving 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 African'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, Michele felt the bouncer thrust deep into her ass after which she felt his scalding spunk course through his shaft as he convulsed and shot his hot load of cum into her ass. The feeling of his spunk in her ass made Michele's pussy tighten hard, while at the same time her clit expanded as a sudden 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 her orgasm then forced the African 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 the African stranger smiled, gently lowered her silk skirt and raised her straps, and then wordlessly kissed her deeply 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 out of her pussy and ass, down her legs and onto her stained pumps. As she looked in the mirror at the uninhibited who now stood before her, Michele saw that she was no longer the same married house wife she was just days before. 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, Michele 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. Upon seeing Kincaid, 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. After having sat down, Michele, in a continuing motion, leaned down to take Kincaid's cock in her mouth after which he exploded multiple loads of cum into her mouth, the heat of which tingled the back of her throat as she greedily swallowed it down. After which, now that they were sexually sated they sat back, as she leaned into him savoring the hot stickiness of the cum still in her pussy, ass, and stomach, with Kincaid's arm nestled her shoulder as they enjoyed their Mahala wine, the erotic atmosphere, and the romantic music, as the sex show on the club dance floor continued on... LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 08 As the remainder of the evening passed, Kincaid was looking forward to observing 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 much longer than it should have for Kincaid to go to the restaurant and retrieve the car. By the time her money ran out, the bouncer announced that the club was closing; however by then Michele, who was quite tipsy, but instead of waiting any longer, she decided to search for Kincaid. Once she was outside, Michele 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 Mahala, alcohol and sex in her system, as to where that was, so she simply decided to start walking toward the music that emanated from another street nearby. By this time of the evening there was now a slight chill was in the air as Michele walked while a light mist quickly turned in to a steady downpour as she made her way toward the sound of jazz that emanated from an underground station several blocks away. As Michele walked, several people gawked at her as they scurried past her, searching for cover, as the rain soon drenched her, causing her dress to melt to her body, exposing every inch of her bare skin underneath. 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. By this time Michele was very cold, wet, and tired to the bone, as all of her sexual activities of the last several days had now drained away her will to both resist or put up a fight. Eventually Michele made her way to an underground walk way, but by this time she was crying like a child, for she realized that she was truly lost. Eventually, 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, in a dimly lit alley way. By now Michele, who sat on a wet bench and now closed her weary eyes in despair, was is in a state of panic as she wondered if anyone knew that she was now lost and missing. After Michele closed her eyes she dozed off a bit, never once hearing footsteps approaching, until a shadow blocked out the dim light bulb above Michele's head. However, Michele did realize a presence, but only after she brushed a falling droplet away with a finger, after which she looked up into the face of a surly, young and menacing Arabic man named Mohammed. After Michele had opened her eyes, the two of them stared blankly at each other for a few seconds; as Michele, now stricken with fear looked deeply into his emotionless gaze. However, despite the fact that she sensed danger, Michele, for whatever reason, could not understand why she was feeling the familiar wetness that was now building up inside of her, but when she looked down to Mohammed's waist, she understood exactly what type of danger she was in. Mohammed's hands were at his waist, but as Michele she rose to her feet, he drew a gun, as she raised her hands in fear, while he just looked at her nude body, which was quite visible through her rain soaked satin dressed and smiled, for the man in the Armani suit had never mentioned to him that she was dressed like this, after having been paid to follow her, and, as the well dressed man had said, "eventually she you will catch up to her, and when you do I want you to scare her, fuck her, and rape her; but don't hurt her! For if I find one bruise or cut, I will skin you alive!". The money alone was enough to convince Mohammed not to hurt this beautiful and sexy foreign woman; however, that did not mean that he was going to be gentle, especially since he loved to regularly rape the young veil clad women back in his home country. As Mohammed gazed at the fear building in Michele's eyes, which were hypnotic in their blueness, he knew right then and there that he would make the most of this once in a lifetime possibility and rape her and fuck her in every possible and imaginable way, the session of which, thanks to the blue pills the man in the Armani suit had ordered him to swallow, was going to last quite a long time. It was at that moment that Michele started to stand, as Mohammed said in French "asseyez-vous!" However, when Michele, who was confused at what he said, did not obey his command, he grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her backwards against the coarse brick wall, the suddeness and force of which caused Michele to scream in fear. The sounds of which reverberated off the brick and around the corner, where Kincaid and Luc watched in silence, with their guns at the ready in case the immigrant thug decided to do more than had been asked of him early. "Spread your legs you whore!! I am going to fuck you!!" Mohammed said in English as he suddenly remembered what the man in the Armani suit had said about her being a foreigner. He then stepped back in order to get a better look at Michele, who now trembled with fear as she watched her attacker, with one hand, drop his pants to reveal his throbbing cock. After Mohammed had removed his pants, tears of both fear and inappropriate desire slid down Michele's swollen cheeks as he then reached down to spread her legs. However, while he was distracted, Michele suddenly made a blind attempt for the gun, but Mohammed's reflexes were much quicker as he snatched it up before she even touched it. He then put one hand on Michele's stomach to hold her, just for security measures as he then held the gun against her throat, the force of which caused Michele to swallow hard and whimper in fear, while he then pressed the metal of the barrel into her flesh. Smiling at Michele's fear, Mohammed then slowly dragged it along her wet satin covered torso, first between her breasts, along her stomach, then 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. From several feet away Kincaid and Luc watched, both in awe and concern, as the hired thug began to slowly rape Michele in the dark and deserted alleyway. The reason for having Michele defiled in this way, Kincaid explained, was that her diaries he read were full of several fantasies that contained descriptions of her being raped in a dark alleyway by a stranger. Thus, Kincaid had taken advantage of the confusing layout of the alleyways around the club, by hiring the immigrant thug to see just how well Michele would respond sexually when she was confronted with a real life rapist. In her diaries, Kincaid had read how Michele would do whatever it took to save her life, even if it meant giving into her deepest and darkest carnal desires, and after having seen for himself Michele's positive reactions to the erotic scenarios that he had already arranged, including her earlier double penetration at the club, he was confident that Michele would pass this new and dangerous test of her sexual will. With tears running down her cheeks, as she pled in French, "veuillez ne pas me blesser, je fera n'importe quoi, satisfont juste ne me blessent pas!" Michele shook with fear and the pain of her attacker's weight against her, as he teased her with his loaded and cocked weapon, running it along her slit, slipping it a couple centimeters inside her glistening pussy. The massive long nosed chrome weapon hurt inside her, and muffled cries slipped from her lips every so often, as Mohammed slowly shoved the whole thing in, the actions of which he repeated again and again, ignoring her moans and cries of protest. For what seemed like eternity, the gun moved In and out, in and out, in and out, as the rapist fucked her with the cold long nosed and nickel plated weapon, all the while watching in delight as Michele closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and tried desperately not to breathe as the lowlife took away the last of her dignity. Yet, as he fucked her slowly Michele wondered at her attacker's motives, successfully distracting herself from the motions she was so terrified of, while at the same time slowly deriving great pleasure from. Eventually, a dull and evil chuckle that emanated from Mohammed's throat returned Michele 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. Michele silently begged herself to stop but couldn't resist the forbidden stimulation, yet, when she opened her mouth to scream, aside from the beginnings of a moan of desire, no sound could come before the man noticed her attempt and clapped a hand across her face. As Kincaid and Luc watched from afar, 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, Mohammed succeeded and took his hand away from her mouth, and said to her in fractured English, "suck me," as pushed her down to squat precariously on her unsteady stilettos, while he himself sat on the ground, and then shoved his cock between her reaching lips. At first, Michele reflexively gagged and nearly regurgitated everything she'd eaten and drank for the past six hours, in disgust, but, with the rapist now holding his strong hand around her throat, she coaxed herself into keeping it down. At this point Michele actually began to find the rigid cock in her mouth comforting, while the loaded gun that was still inside her cunt made her ache with a desire that she couldn't help but admit to, especially since she had long fantasized about such a moment, which she in turn had written into her diary. Yet, despite the eroticism of the moment, Michele also knew that she had to at least feign fear, which was why she tried to reach for the weapon in her pussy; however Mohammed saw what she was doing and quickly had her hand pulled away. As a result of Michele's hand movement, he gripped the weapon firmly and began thrusting the revolver into her hard, as Michele's toes curled and her body shook with a joy her rational intellect didn't want to be feeling. However, at this point her intellect was not in control, as in one hopeless burst of longing, Michele 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 intense speed and strength with which he tore away the last of her dignity until he moaned, pulled out, and sprayed everything he had onto her rain soaked body. The well dressed man's order's were very clear, he was to cum on her now rain soaked face, after which he was to let her go. However, despite Mohammed's orders, Michele wanted to swallow, as she tried to lap up, like a child at a fountain, the spunk that now ran down the front of her face, hair and chest as she continued to milk him and squeeze out every last salty drop. At this point Michele was so thirsty for her attacker's salty jizz 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. As the speed of the gun in her pussy intensified, Michele threw her hips into the air, longing for more, but not before she looked up and saw Kincaid's vehicle speeding down the dark alleyway in the driving ran, It was at that moment that Michele's paid attacker pulled his cock out from between her lips, pulled up his pants, and tried to run away down the alley, taking his gun and the sweet smell of her pussy with him. At first, as Kincaid's car slowed, Mohammed smiled with the knowledge that the American whore in the satin dress was the easiest money he had ever made. However, before he could turn the corner, Luc had approached from the other direction, effectively trapping the man in the narrow alleyway as he suddenly realized that he was not going to walk away a happy man. It was at that point, out of fear, that Mohammed fired a round at Kincaid, the aim of which narrowly missed him and ricocheted off a wall. In response to the shot of desperation, Kincaid and Luc instinctively drew their weapons on the hired thug and watched in awe as their hollow point rounds caused his head to explode in a burst of red and gray. Meanwhile, several feet away from Kincaid's car, Michele watched the spectacle before her as Kincaid and Luc avenged her honor, even as her body continued shaking with delayed satisfaction as she stayed squatted and leaned back against the wet brick wall licking up the remnants of her attacker's cum from her fingers on one hand, while at the same time her other hand and fingers were at work stroking her pussy. As she closed her eyes, she whimpered and sobbed as she worked her clitoris hard in a desperate attempt climax, until finally, at the same time she heard Mohammed's head explode, she came and collapsed against the wall in a shivering and sobbing slump. Several moments later, despite the sight of her attacker's lifeless body before her, Michele basked in afterglow as the skies suddenly opened up as the rain washed the stranger's salty jism from her body. As the lightening and thunder sounded, Michele looked up and saw, as if in a dream, her lover, who was now walking toward her, with his gun drawn, in the dim light, after having avenged her honor. For Kincaid, prior to he and Luc's arrival, the site of his lover's desperate body seeking relief, as he watched in the shadows, told him that Michele possessed the desire and the courage to be a part of his new team, for that night he had witnessed first hand her spiritual conversion to the dark side of sexuality. As she looked up at Kincaid, the sudden realization of what had happened hit her like a ton of bricks as Michele suddenly began to cry and sob large tears of fear and relief. It was at this point that Kincaid, who by now was drenched looked down at Michele, pulled her up, embraced her wet and shivering semi nude body, and then kissed her deeply and said simply in French, "craignez non mon amour, il plus de. Je vous promets que personne ne vous blesseront jamais. Pour je t'aime plus que la vie elle-même. Laissez-maintenant nous vont à la maison." To which Michele simply nodded and said to him, "I love you too," after which he carried her to the car and they drove off, followed closely from behind by Luc. Fortunately, for Kincaid and Luc, there were no witnesses to the death of Michele's rapist. However, after having brandished a gun in front of Michele, he knew that eventually he was going to have to tell her the truth of who he and Luc where, and how they hoped that she would become the third, and indispensible, member of their espionage team. As they drove back to his apartment, Kincaid explained to Michele 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 found that she was gone and had called Luc to help him find her. When Kincaid asked if the rapist had hurt her, Michele simply said "no", never once mentioning that he actually fucked her with a loaded revolver, and that she did not need to see a doctor. It was at that point that Michele, who was both cold and, after witnessing the death of her attacker, scared, then asked Kincaid why he and Luc did not simply wound him. To which Kincaid simply replied that he would kill anyone who harmed her, and from what he saw, death was the only option to the man who had raped her. It was at that moment that Kincaid squeezed her hand, then kissed it and reassured her that justice had been served. At this point, all Kincaid wanted to do was to go home and make love to her while he recounted to her all that had happened to her at the gym and on the dance floor at the club. By now Michele, who was still dripping wet, smiled at Kincaid and then rested her tired and wet head on his arm and said to him, "I love you," after which she closed her eyes and imagined that she was still being filled with the cold steel of her dead attacker's revolver... After their arrival home, 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 tight and shrunken satin dress. Michele didn't speak as she undressed, while he didn't speak as he watched. They had talked enough, and at this point more talk wasn't necessary. He was naked as he sat in the chair, for Michele had watched him undress first. His cock, despite the energy draining physical punishment Kincaid claimed his attackers had inflicted upon him, was now rock hard, throbbing, needful, as he stroked it slowly while watching her undress. At that moment, it wasn't clear who was doing what for whom. As Michele undressed, Kincaid watched, while at the same time she watched his hand move over his cock all the while taking time to notice the drop of precum at the tip grow bigger. She then watched the head of his cock swell even larger, redder, and more crimson, after which she then noticed his scrotum grow taut as the skin was stretched by his massive cock. When Michele was completely naked, she stood in front of Kincaid and used both hands to slowly pull back and clip her still damp hair. Underneath the full moon, Michele noticed that 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 six 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 back to his apartment. Michele, who by now, despite all of the previously cocks she had fucked earlier in the day and evening, was now insatiable for Kincaid's love and liquid. Wordlessly she silently 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. Their eyes were locked onto each other 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. Michele then leaned into him to kiss him, as he leaned forward to make it easier. Their lips touched softly and their tongues embraced, and he could feel her breasts pressed against his groin, touching his hand and his cock at the same time. With that touch, after all she had experienced and he had witnessed, they both knew instinctively that there was now no going back to the lives they once knew. Michele then broke their kiss and leaned back, still holding his gaze, as she licked her fingers slowly and wiped the wetness between her breasts. She then licked her fingers again wetting herself more and then leaned forward, after which Kincaid scooted down in the chair until she took his cock between her breasts. Michele's hands then held her breasts from the sides and held his cock. Her fingertips then touched each of her nipples as she looked down at Kincaid's cock and watched it move between her breasts as he moved his hips with each of her strokes until soon they were fucking each other in rhythm. LaFemme Michele: Paris Noir, Ch. 08 Wordlessly Michele watched as the head of Kincaid's cock moved up and down, his balls pressed into her skin beneath her breasts, the sight of which caused her nipples to grow even harder under her fingers. She then leaned back and released him, still holding her breasts, cupping them, as he held his cock for her as she used his nipple to play over the underside of his head, using her nipples to smooth out his oozing drops of precum. As she knelt there, leaning back on her heels, she then pressed her breasts together and let her nipples touch each other, after which she cupped each breast from underneath and held them up to lick. Licking her nipples, Michele's tongue reached them and circled them, flicked over them, all the while holding his eyes with hers, watching him watch her. It was at that moment that Michele realized just how powerful a weapon her body could be, as she she took his cock again between her breasts and fucked him as before. "I want to watch you cum," was all Michele said in a commanding voice. To which Kincaid smiled and nodded, knowing it was okay, knowing it wouldn't take long, as his cock moved easily through her wet valley. "Soon," he told her, feeling it coming. Michele then released him and leaned back on her heels. "Show me, NOW!" she ordered. "Yes Mistress," Kincaid said with a smile as he took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it for her with faster and longer strokes as his forefinger moved over the underside of the head. By now, after having witnessed Michele's alleyway rape, his cum had built up painfully inside him until finally he could no longer hold it. From below Michele watched as his hand pumped his cum from his cock, pushing the white splatters upward with each stroke of his hand as they landed on his stomach and abdomen. As he came, in a loud moan, Michele's eyes followed each one, each splatter, each hot, white pool, until finally 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, Michele smiled and then leaned in and began to lick away his cum. As the tip of her tongue moved through the wetness, her eyes held Kincaid's gaze, watching him watch her tongue play in his cum. The sight of Michele feasting on him forced Kincaid to catch his breath as she slowly finished capturing most of his cum, until finally, after her lips were shiny, and milky wet, she leaned up to kiss him, forcing him for the first time to taste what was on her tongue as she pushed her tongue deep in his mouth. After breaking their kiss, Michele, who still had large droplets of cum on her lips said, "Ready for a shower?" To which Kincaid replied with a smile, "Can you carry me into the bathroom?" Michele just chuckled, got up from the floor, turned, bent at the waist, and looked at him from between her legs. However, before Kincaid could reach out to touch her glistening pussy and ass, she stood straight and walked to the bathroom. When he heard the water running in the shower, Kincaid just smiled, looked down at his still hard cock and got up to join her…. Later, after their session of tender love making in the shower, during which Michele swore her love and begged to be the mother of Kincaid's child, as they laid in the silk sheets Michele broke down in tears as she looked out of 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, she felt 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. With his reassurances, Michele just continued to lay in Kincaid's arms, as 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, as they talked about their time at the gym and the jazz club, was that it truly had been a wonderful day....