0 comments/ 15068 views/ 1 favorites Tessie Ch. 01 By: velvet hammer Chapter 1 It happened in Paris, more than a few years ago when I was young and tramping around Europe. They call Paris the City of Lights, they should call it the City of Whores; the place is absolutely infested with streetwalkers. Most of them are not bad, however. Not bad at all. Practically within the shadow of Notre Dame where I was confronted by a pair of young girls. "Venez avec nous! Nous sommes les meilleurs en tout de Paris!" said one - Come with us! We're the best in all of Paris! "Et le meilleur marché!" added her friend - And the cheapest! She opened her coat to advertise her wares, as it were, and I was treated to a glimpse of luxurious white lacy underthings; shapely thighs encased in lace topped thigh-high stockings, the rounded tops of young breasts spilling over the cups of her brassiere. I laughed to myself, shook my head and kept walking. A moment later someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind and a woman's soft voice offered, "Excuse mois, monsieur, voulez-vous un tour bon marché?" I whirled around and there was a good-looking strawberry blonde, taller than your usual Parisienne, wider in the shoulders. I didn't recognize her at first but she knew me - her jaw practically dropped. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed in perfect American English, "John Linnane!" It's a small world. I'm sure I looked as startled as I felt; it was Tessie, Tessie St. Michel, a girl I went to high school with. A very good-looking girl, I always thought Tessie was the most beautiful girl in the whole school, but for some reason she never seemed to have a boyfriend. We were never sweethearts, but we had been very close. It wasn't that I didn't have my share of sweethearts, or that I wouldn't have gone with Tessie; it's just that it never came to be. Instead we were close friends, she was the one with whom I shared the secrets of my soul. Our families were close; she was almost like a sister. We used to meet in the every morning in the school library - Tessie, another girl named Julia, and myself - and catch up on homework, discuss life. Now here she was propositioning me on a Parisian street, dressed in a short black leather miniskirt – a VERY short black leather miniskirt, cut right up to the cunt - and a tight knit white top cut so low it left almost nothing to the imagination. She wore a long, navy blue coat that practically came to her ankles and a long silk scarf in reds and purples, tied tight about her neck like a sort of choker, flowing off to the side; it was a great look. The stockings and garters were what really set it off, of course. Tessie had developed into a striking beauty. Her long blonde hair was done up, which seemed to lend her a sophisticated air. Her makeup was simple. Tessie never needed much, with her coloring and her jade green eyes. There was something else about her; a certain hardness, a streetwise toughness that I detected about her eyes. While Tessie seemed somewhat disconcerted, I managed to quickly collect my wits. "Shall we get a cup of coffee?" I asked, indicating a nearby café. Tessie nodded; it seemed the best course of action. We were seated and served, then her story came out. "I came over here to study at the Sorbonne," she began. "I dropped out after my first year, but stayed until the middle of my second year, cashing in my classes and partying. I couldn't go home after wasting all my parent's money... ...I love Paris, so I stayed." Tessie looked into her coffee, then looked up at me again. "How good's your French?" she asked. "Not very." "Do you know what I asked you, back there in the street?" "You asked me would I like a cheap ride." My French wasn't that bad. There was a pause. "I strike up friendships..." she said wistfully, looking away as she said it. "And what about you?" she asked, changing the subject. I told her. "I always pegged you for an adventurer, John," she said with a wry smile. The afternoon wore on. When I suggested something to eat Tessie led me to a nice restaurant and it became like a date. I ordered in my bad French and she translated to the waiter. We ate a seafood pasta dish that was absolutely scrumptious, washed down with a nice Chablis. It was a pleasant dining experience, we reminisced, Tessie smiled at some of our memories. We dallied over our dessert and coffee; the wait staff did not pressure us to move on. The bill was finally presented and I paid it, but when I suggested, "Shall we go to my hotel?" Tessie gave me a very strange look, as if it was some kind of taboo; to retain the services of a prostitute who happens to be a close friend of the family. "I guess I thought..." she said quietly, her voice trailing off. When I raised an eyebrow, she continued, "...you would be different than the others." "Different in what way? You're a beautiful woman, Tessie. Any man would want to be with you," I offered. The odds that we'd run into each other here, thousands of miles from home, were probably one in a million, one in a bazillion that she could be had for a price. Why should that which any man in Paris could have be off limits to me? As far as I was concerned, this was an opportunity to be taken advantage of, nothing more. Still, there was a strange sort of vibe going down. When Tessie looked up she had her mischievous smile going, like the time I brought a copy of Playboy into the school library and Tessie and her girlfriends poured over it together with me. "Okay, I'll go with you, John." She shrugged. "I always wondered what it would be like, anyway." It was cold outside in the street. As we walked arm in arm, Tessie snuggled close to me, holding tight. Passersby would have thought us lovers. I led her up the stairs at my pension to the shoebox that was my room. The already tiny room was decreased by the angle of the roof, which cut down on the size, but there was a little antechamber with a table and a couple of chairs, a double bed in the main room, and even a tiny bathroom; there was no communal facility to go to down the hallway, thank God. I took Tessie's coat and hung it up. She turned; she was as beautiful as ever. Her tight outfit hugged her curves; she was a study in breasts and thighs. "Is there anything to drink?" she asked. "I've got some cognac." I found some glasses. We drank standing up; when we clinked glasses Tessie knocking hers back and drained it. I refilled the glasses, then switched on the TV for some kind of distraction. It was some kind of show about making sausages. I changed the channel. Now, some sort of rock and roll version of the can-can; a group of dancing girls leaning back with their skirts up, legs wide open, panty covered crotches on display. I chuckled, shaking my head. "The French..." "I'm telling you," Tessie agreed. She offered a toast, "To the French!" "Vive la France!" I replied. "Yeah," she said. "Vive la fucking France!" We clinked glasses, Tessie knocked hers back again. "Do you want to undress me?" she offered, thrusting her chest forward. "Undress for me," I replied, sitting down to enjoy the show. Tessie Ch. 02 Tessie pulled the scarf from around her neck and shrugged the coat off her shoulders. I sipped my cognac. So far the show was nothing more than I had seen over dinner. Then her top came off; underneath she wore a black demi-bra, scalloped-edged in lace. She moved around, did a twirl to flaunt herself in bra, short, short miniskirt and stockings. Lovely. She undid her hair and did a toss to get her hair back in place, then put her hand around my neck and drew me close to her. I lowered my face into her cleavage and breathed deep of her scent. I reveled to the feel of her soft, yet firm flesh pressed against my face. Clutching her tits, I squeezed them, pinched her nipples through her brassiere as I ran kisses across the rounded tops of her mounds. Tessie unzipped her miniskirt and carefully stepped out of it. She folded it and hung it over the back of one of the chairs. This was the era before the thong had taken over the world; Tessie was wearing a simple pair of string-side black silk panties, which looked nice with the stockings and garter ensemble. She reached around and unhooked her bra, moved her arms and let the insignificant garment fall away. It was the first time in the fifteen-odd years that we'd known each other that I had ever seen her bare breasts; they were a superb pair, full and firm and round, capped by a pair of impudent pink cones. Parisian apartments are not well heated; her nipples were stiff and erect, pointing in two different directions. Tessie looked up at me and smiled as I drank in the view, then she sort of covered herself in a sort of coy way, her fingertips fluttering about her pink nipples. "So, John, are you expecting a freebie or are we going to discuss a price?" "Oh, I don't plan on doing it or anything like that, Tessie. I just wanted to look at your tits." "You pig!" she exclaimed, instantly clutching her breasts; a pair of nice round handfuls. She said it half smiling but I could tell she was a bit miffed at being tricked into doing a striptease. "Oink," I replied. Tessie snatched up her bra and put it back on. She shot me a dirty look as she pulled the straps over her shoulders and fastened the thing in the back. I didn't care; here was an absolutely beautiful woman, in my room, clad in nothing but her sexy underwear. I was happy enough already. "I'll tell you what I really want, Tessie." "I hope you don't want anything weird," she said, suspiciously. "You might consider it weird," I said. "What I really want is to hear your story." "I already told you my story." "That was the Reader's Digest version. I want to hear the extended disco version. Details." "That is weird." "Paris is full of perverts, both kinds - men and women. You must have had some really wild adventures. I want to hear about them." In the soft light of the lamp, I swear it looked like Tessie blushed at my suggestion. "Okay, I get it," she said slowly. "You're not going to jack off or anything while I tell you dirty stories, are you?" "Tessie! Come on!" My turn to protest. "I just don't know how weird you're going to get." "I'll only start jacking off if and when you start playing with yourself," I said, half meaning it. Tessie's jaw dropped, appalled. Her hand went to her lovely chest. "You haven't changed, John," she said. "Tell me about your adventures." Tessie Ch. 03 "It all started when I was still studying, back at the Sorbonne," Tessie began. "Like I said, I was getting heavily into the partying scene, and my studies were going to hell. I mean, I could breeze through most of the art history shit, but it was my French literature class that was kicking my ass. Oddly enough, when you figure all the rest of the classes I was taking were in French, but there you have it. "I will never forget him, Professor Pinguet. It was not that he was an especially great teacher; I suppose it was more that I was a particularly bad student. One day after lecture M. Pinguet asked for me to stay behind. He asked how I was doing, how my studies were coming, and nodding in acknowledgement as I confessed that I felt I was failing his class. He urged me to walk with him to his office. Once inside, with the door closed, he didn't waste any time getting to the point. "When he indicated what he wanted, I thought to myself, Why not? It's the oldest system in the world. My boyfriend will never know. Anyway, I suck HIS cock all the time - why shouldn't I suck my professor's cock? All the other girls do it. My boyfriend will never know if I suck this old man's cock... "I went to my knees before him, placed my hands on the stiffening bulge that was already poking up, tent-like, in his lap. He undid his belt, I undid his fly, and together we pulled his trousers down. His penis poked right up in my face; I was almost astonished at how rigid he was. I mean, he was very hard for a man his age, I didn't expect his cock to be as hard as a wooden pole. "I looked up at M. Pinguet; he was smiling down at me with a smug, knowing look on his face and that made it all the worse. I was crossing a line; this was the first time I'd ever done anything like this, the first time in my life I'd ever used sex to get something I wanted. I closed my eyes for a moment and gave myself the mental okay, then parted my lips and took the head of his cock in my mouth. "Something came over me; I knew I had just become a cocksucking whore, so I sucked his cock like a whore. I sucked up and down on his pole, swallowed his shaft like a pro. I used my hand to stroke him as I bobbed my head up and down on his rod. Every now and then I'd pause to give my jaw some relief; then I'd use my lips and tongue up and down the sides of his shaft before going back to good old-fashioned face-fucking. Sensing his moment was near, I worked his cock with my hand, jacking him off into my open mouth. "When he finally came I swallowed as fast as I could, but couldn't quite keep up. It leaked out my lips and down my chin, but I never once choked or gagged. When he finished cumming in my mouth I spread his cum all over my face with the tip of his cock, just like the girls do in those porno movies. I wanted to show him I could be such a willing little whore. "So you passed his class?" I ventured. "You better believe I passed his class!" Tessie smiled. "Then what was the problem? Why'd you drop out?" "The problem was word got around amongst the professors that I was one of those girls. Sure, I was willing to, you know, provide favors to a professor to get an A, but I wasn't ready to do it for all of them. Suddenly, somehow, I was getting a lot of cock. I was not only sucking off the French Lit professor; I was sucking off the math teacher, I was sucking off the economics professor. Then there was my boyfriend; he needed fucking too. I left my studies; I dropped out. I just wasn't ready for that kind of scene...yet..." Tessie Ch. 04 Oddly enough it was mon professeur who helped me find my first job. The position was for an executive administrative assistant to the managing director of a large firm. There was an interview, of course. The managing director was a good-looking man in his forties; I'll call him Henri. He asked me a few perfunctory questions, explained to me the company and what it produced. He went on to explain the duties of the position. I was to assist in the preparation of reports, perform general office duties. As he explained these things it became evident why I had been recommended for the job. Henri came around the front of his desk and, leaning against it, he added, "Oh, and you are to be my mistress. Will you be able to do this?" At first his forthrightness took me by surprise. Quickly gathering my wits about me, I figured there were several ways to play this. I decided to take charge of the situation. My reply to his outrageous proposal was to get up out of my chair and stand very close to him. I thrust my chest to his face, let my hand wander down to the bulge in his trousers and quite simply said, "I'll be looking forward to working... ...beneath you, Monsieur." "The remainder of the interview was conducted at a small apartment Henri maintained in the city. Once inside what was to become our little love nest I loosened his tie; we kissed. I loosened his belt, went to my knees and gave him a blowjob; long, slow and lovingly. He went down on me; our lovemaking was natural, loving, caring quite enjoyable, nothing kinky or out of the ordinary. I was now officially a mistress. The ropes and restraints didn't appear until later. "Uh, restraints?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Our second afternoon together Henri presented me with a gift package; it was a beautiful assortment of silk scarves. I was delighted, of course, holding them up to the light to enjoy their colors, holding them to my face to feel their silky smooth softness. Henri just smiled, and then the true purpose of the scarves was revealed as he introduced me to the concept of being gagged and tied. "The silky material allowed me to pull and tug on the giving restraints, but they still held me down. Henri then proceeded to give my tits the teasing of my life; he must have played with them for half an hour before moving his tongue down to eat my soaking pussy. When he sucked my clit into his mouth I came in seconds, screaming into the gag... "It was harmless fun, nothing weird, just some light bondage. I got into it because it added an intensity to my orgasms. "There was an older lady at the firm; a Madame Augustine. Mdm. Augustine was the senior executive administrative assistant, and she made it quite clear that she was aware of the true nature of my duties. She felt free to use me as the office bitch, to make me fetch and carry, but would not allow me to become involved in any projects; I was relegated to filing my fingernails and feeling quite out of place. When Mdm. Augustine was around my life was hell. "I looked forward to my afternoons with Henri, when I would take out my resentment of Mdm. Augustine by sucking and fucking like an animal. It became a sort of power thing; Mdm. Augustine could push me around in the office, but in the bedroom and elsewhere I had a degree of influence over the boss that Mdm. Augustine could never attain. It pleasured me to wear the sexiest lingerie beneath my conservative business attire. I visited the sex shops and purchased kinky items. As for Henri, well, he was truly delighted by the way I was willing to let him explore every perverted fantasy he had ever had. "We had fun. There was a business trip, a seminar, in Switzerland; I accompanied Henri, of course. At the seminar we were the consummate professionals; we hardly even talked about anything but business. But at the hotel I was his little sex slave. He tied me up, as usual, and we fucked in every way he could think of. "It was Henri who introduced me to the concept of anal sex. It started out slow and gentle during one of our afternoons together; Henri was seated on the sofa while I entertained him with a slow, tortuous striptease. When I was down to nothing but my stockings and heels he had me come close to him. He put his hands on my hips and kissed my pussy. Then he turned me around and started kissing my ass. Things ventured into the bizarre when he directed me to bend over and grab my ankles. At first I thought it was about him licking my pussy from behind, but then I noticed he was spending an inordinate amount of time licking and flicking his tongue about my butthole. "It was more puzzling to me than it was pleasurable, at least at first. I mean, why would a guy want to pay so much attention to a girl's asshole when her fresh, ripe pussy is right there, begging for attention? Still, he was paying the bills, and I had long ago given myself permission to be a total slut, so if he wanted to stick his tongue up my asshole who was I to object? "By this time, of course, I was the proud owner of a formidable collection of vibrators. They were a regular part of our loveplay. Henri not only liked watching me use one to play with myself, he enjoyed taking one himself and fucking me with it. He even liked having me rub a buzzing vibrator all over his cock and balls as I sucked him off. This I could understand; the vibrations go deep. On what I came to consider The Afternoon of The Asshole, Henri gently probed my backdoor with one of the smaller devices. By now I was quite accustomed to him sticking his finger up my ass when we fucked, or having me stick my finger up his ass while sucking him off or when we were fucking; this day he had me take one of the smaller vibrators and stick it up his butthole as we made love. It was totally perverted; we were both fucking each other in the ass while we fucked. "Afterward, holding each other as the golden light of the late afternoon streamed through the windows, I asked, "Cheri, do you want to, uh, take me, uh, 'back there'; you know, do you want to... ...fuck me... ...in the ass?" "Soon, but not today," he replied. "You're not ready for that yet." "To make me ready he insisted on continuing to explore my backdoor, with his fingers and an ever-larger caliber of dildo. When the afternoon came for me to lose my "ass-virginity" I was already used to being penetrated 'back there', and my asshole had loosened up enough for me to accommodate his cock. At this point of her story I interjected. "Tell me something, Tessie, does a woman get any enjoyment at all from anal sex?" "I didn't at first, no. Other than getting off on the absolute pervertedness of the act, there was very little in it for me. But over time I learned to enjoy it, especially when he gave it to me in my pussy with a vibrator the same time he was taking me in the ass. DP - double penetration, this I like; to submit to being totally filled, fucked in both holes at the same time, surrendering oneself in wild abandon." I exhaled forcibly at this point; "whoa!" Tessie sighed, "Oh John, I've been fucked in the ass so many times. I've had dildos up my ass, bananas and cucumbers up my ass; I've even had grapes shoved up my ass by a guy who had me squeeze them out into his gaping mouth. I'll let a guy fuck me in the ass anytime he wants, John; it's nothing, but I'd rather it be something special, a special occasion, like I'm offering a special gift. Tessie couldn't help but notice the effect her words were having on me. She looked over the edge of the table at the tent in my lap, raised and eyebrow and smiled. "So tell me, John, what is the big attraction 'back there'?" "Well, uh, I guess it's a lot tighter..." "I can see that," she said, "but don't you think it's also got something to do with dominance, over women?" "I think so," I agreed. "In a very primitive way, perhaps. For a beautiful woman to surrender her most private place; this is an act of domination, the ultimate conquest, perhaps." Tessie got up to go to the bathroom, glancing down at my crotch and smiling as she crossed the room. Having a beautiful woman telling me her dirty adventures, dressed in only her skimpy underthings, was having a natural effect on me. I took advantage of her absence to get up and 'adjust my package'. When she came back I refreshed our glasses. Tessie continued her story. "Sometimes we'd go out. Around the office I was the perfect picture of the professional office chick - conservative suits, horn-rimmed glasses, the whole Miss Manners bit. But when we went on outings I used to dress to excite Henri; plunging necklines, very short skirts that showed every inch of my thighs. "I took it to extremes to show everyone that I was proud to be his whore-girlfriend. I wore wide sunglasses that practically covered my entire face, to draw attention to my painted red lips; you know, like I'm a total cocksucker, right? I wore choker collars, high-heeled boots, anything hot and sexy. The message was that I had something special, that I gave Henri something not every man could have, something not any woman could deliver. "You could read it in my body language; I had a regular attitude going, like, Yeah, I'm his little fuck-slut; sure, I take it up the tailpipe - aren't you jealous?" "Of course I wore no panties on these occasions, so my pussy would be always available to Henri for easy entry. We once made it on top of the Eiffel Tower; I bent over and grabbed my ankles and Henri took me from behind. He fucked me standing up through the open fly of his trousers. "I suppose it was inevitable that it would eventually end. Normally we had rules, we saved it for the bedroom, but one day we succumbed to our passions. There was a big board meeting scheduled for that afternoon, of all the major stockholders. Because we would not be able to spend our usual time together, I thought it would be within the kinky theme of our relationship to give him a blowjob that morning, before he had to spend the afternoon in a bunch of boring meetings. "This was just the opportunity Mdm. Augustine had been waiting for. Somehow my nemesis arranged for Henri's wife to stumble upon us in her husband's office, just when I happened to be on my knees with his cock in my mouth. "This was unacceptable even to a Frenchwoman's normal tolerance for her husband's affairs. I mean, French wives put up with their husbands' mistresses, but for her to encounter me milking his spurting cock into my open mouth, his jizz all over my cheeks, dribbling down my chin; well, this was too much. "I was fired, of course. I will never forget the outright shame I felt, Mdm. Augustine looked down at me triumphantly as I was directed to leave the building. It was only much later that I learned the full story from another girl, one of Henri's other mistresses. Mdm. Augustine was a very old friend of the family, the mistress of Henri's father, actually. It was even suggested that Henri himself had been with her, that she was the older woman who had guided him, taught him, taken his virginity when he was very young. I found this very believable, and it explained the absolute vindictiveness with which she treated me during my time with Henri." Tessie Ch. 05 "The weird norms of Gallic relationship etiquette had kicked me out of a very comfortable arrangement, but Henri had not totally abandoned me to the wolves, bless his heart. Soon afterwards, I became aware of some phone calls he had made when I was contacted by a certain Madame W, I'll call her. "Mdm. W asked me if I was interested in meeting her and her husband for some 'self-actualization' exercises. Intrigued by the phone call, I agreed. Mdm. W's 'self-actualization' turned out to be her and her husband exploring the concept of a sex slave - namely, me. "They proved to be nothing more than a pair of rich perverts, but they paid well and so it suited me to become a plaything for their bizarre games. They would have me stand naked before them, wearing nothing but my slave collar and a strappy pair of heels, while they put me through what seemed like an endless series of humiliating scenarios. "I was tied up and spanked, then made to get on my knees and beg for it. Mdm. W would have me suck her husband off while she watched, a patronizing smirk on her face, or she would have me lick her pussy while M. W fucked me from behind. Almost ever scenario ended with me either getting it in the face or getting it in the ass. "They invited other couples over to witness my humiliation. For the entertainment of their guests, both men and women, they would order me to masturbate openly, and more, much more. In the name of questionable intellectualism they reveled in the power they wielded over me. "The way I dealt with the whole thing was to complete immerse myself into my new role. I became a cock-hungry slut. They paid me very well to carry out the craziest fantasies, and quite honestly, the crazier they were the more I loved it. "And so I became very popular in the sexual underworld of the very rich. Sadomasochistic couples hired me to play games where humiliation supposedly gives pleasure. So I played along, pretending to take pleasure by being treated like a submissive little dog! All along I kept telling myself that all I wanted was cocks to suck, cocks to impale myself upon. When things got really weird I just thought of the money, and of real men, real cocks... * * * "And then one day Mister Right came along..." "Mister RIGHT?" I asked, incredulous. This was so out of keeping with the general trend of Tessie's story. "Really, really RICH Mister Right, I should say," Tessie clarified. "He was an older gentleman, a wealthy Swiss guy. He was so rich he made the crowd I was moving in look like a bunch of paupers. He made an offer to me I simply could not refuse. "You know how it is. A young guy just wants a beautiful girlfriend. As they get older, they all seem to want something more, a girl who's willing to try anything new or different. What Mr. Rich wanted was some kind of Nazi Love Slave. He knew what I was capable of; he wanted sole possession of it. I was to be his little Helga the She-Bitch, and he was willing to pay me a lot of money for my services. "I did the math. In exchange for five years of hanging out with Mr. Rich, catering to his perverted fancies, I'd be able to comfortably live off the interest - I'd never have to work again. For the rest of my life." I raised an eyebrow at this, and pursed my lips. Tessie noticed. "Like I said, it was an offer I simply could not refuse." "So what happened?" I asked. It was obvious something went wrong with the plan, otherwise why else would she end up walking the streets of Paris? "What happened was so classic. It was to be our first weekend getaway. It was at his place up in Gstaad, the Swiss mountain resort. I prepared myself for him, according to his instructions. I did my hair in braided pigtails, like he wanted. Of course, up in the Alps it isn't unusual or weird for a fully-grown woman to have her hair done in braided pigtails. You see sixty-year-old women with their hair in braids; it's the traditional style. To go with the pigtails, however, Mr. Rich had me wearing really short lederhosen, the skimpiest white top, white knee socks. My boobs poked right out between the suspenders to my lederhosen; it was his kinky slant on the local style. "We were well into it; he had me calling him Papa, had me standing there while he lowered my lederhosen shorts and caressed my ass. He told me I was a bad girl and needed to be spanked, and I ended up over his knee, my ass in the air, crying, "Papa! Papa!" while he spanked me. Then he told me the only way I could become a good girl was to get on my knees in front of him while he sat back in his easy chair. "This developed into a long, slow, relaxing blowjob for the master, of course. Things eventually progressed to straight up fucking. But Mr. Rich was an old man, right? He had a hard time cumming, so he pulled out and I had to suck him off. I was jacking him off while I sucked him; we were right at the point where I had him cumming all over my tits..." Tessie's voiced trailed off. "Go on," I urged. "Oh, it was terrible!" "What happened?" She had me dying of curiosity. "His face went white, then purple... ...he was having a heart attack!" Tessie's hand went to her face. "Holy shit!" "Yeah, the old geezer just up and DIED on me!" "Holy shit!" I repeated. I'd heard of such things; it wasn't totally out of the realm of imagination for an old guy's ticker to give out in the throes of ecstasy. "What happened then?" "His security people came right in. There I was, on my knees in front of him with his cum all over my chest and the old guy was flat on his back, dead as a doornail. I was allowed to clean up, gather my things, and then they whisked me the fuck out of there. "I had one last look at my erstwhile benefactor before they pulled the blanket over him. There was some comfort in seeing the look of absolute bliss on his face, the look of absolute bliss I left on his face as he departed this Earth. "One of his henchmen pressed some money into my hand, a couple of hundred Swiss francs, and then they told me to get the hell out of there. The dream was over." Tessie Ch. 06 There was some silence as Tessie reflected on this bittersweet memory. I took the opportunity to refresh her glass; we had put quite a dent in the bottle of cognac. Tessie took her glass and said, "Thanks." We clinked glasses and she knocked hers right back, as if to wash away what had happened in Switzerland. "Anyway," she said, "that's how I ended up back in Paris. I got here last night, you ran into me my first night on the job." "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "I didn't realize you'd just gone through all that shit!" "Yeah," Tessie said. "Mr. Rich just passed away the day before yesterday. You probably saw it in the papers." When she said this, I remembered seeing the articles in the business section about passing of a certain famous tycoon financier. Needless to say, there was no mention of a sexy young woman. I got up, stretched. It was time to turn in and I was tired. "You can stay the night if you like, Tessie," I said. "Thanks, I'll take you up on that." "There's not much room," I added, "There isn't a couch. You'll have to share the bed with me." "That'll be fine," she said. "I'll be a gentleman," I added. The poor girl had been through a lot, and I wasn't about to force myself upon her. "I know you will, John," she smiled. "All I ask is I get first dibs on the bathroom. It's been a long day and I want to freshen up before turning in." Now it was my turn to smile as I waved her through to the bathroom. While I waited my nuts were going into a turmoil at the thought of this beautiful woman who was, at this very moment, naked in my shower. The woman who had just told me all about her very adventurous sex life in extremely explicit detail. The door kicked open, I caught a glimpse of Tessie in a towel. "The bathroom's free, John." The hot needles of water seemed to melt away every inch of stress and strain of the past week. I soaped, rinsed, and reached for a towel. Stepping out of the shower I dried off, pulled on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and went into the little common room. I was greeted by the spectacle of Tessie's naked ass. She was standing in front of the hall mirror, her back to me. Tessie was braiding her blond hair into two pigtails. She turned to face me, not saying a word, not a hint of shame about her nakedness, even as my eyes involuntarily dropped down to appreciate her magnificent pair, then came quickly back up again to meet her eye. Tessie was absolutely beautiful. Her lips were parted in a sexy half-pout, she practically radiated an aura of total sexual intensity. The pigtails added a playfully wanton touch, and it was like alarm bells were going off in my head – WARNING! NAZI LOVE SLAVE! NAZI LOVE SLAVE! Tessie's eyes went to the huge bulge in the front of my shorts. Without a word, she went to her knees, reached up and pulled my shorts to the floor. My pole poked straight out, solid as a rock. The swollen head of my cock bobbed mere inches from her face, a drop of pre-come glistening right at the tip. Tessie's tongue darted into the slitted opening of the head of my cock and lapped it up. Then she parted her lips and took my cock deep into her incredibly warm, wet mouth. I was in sheer heaven. Tessie sucked my cock like a pro, making the most wonderful moaning noises as she ran her warm soft mouth up and down my dick. All during the telling of her story I had wanted to ask her if she'd suck my cock, but I didn't want to spoil things by asking, you know? I closed my eyes, my hands went to her head, but I refrained from grabbing her by the pigtails; this blowjob was an act of sheer graciousness on her behalf, not some kind of S&M weirdness. Instead I just held her head as she sucked up and down on my pole and let those terrific pigtails fall between my fingers. A groan escaped my lips. I glanced down and Tessie was looking up at me, her red lips completely encircling my swollen rod. She released me from her mouth, to give herself some jaw relief, and concentrated on licking up and down the underside of my cock, then gently taking just the head back into her mouth. I looked into the mirror and studied the back of her head going up and down over my midsection as she sucked me off. Her blond hair parted in the middle, done tight into those braids, added an incredibly naughty effect to it all. I looked down again. Tessie was looking up at me again, this time with a sort of pleading look in her eye as her tongue circled about the head of my cock, almost as if she was saying, "Am I doing this right? Is this good?" Then she closed her eyes and went back to taking me deep into her mouth, going up and down the entire length of my pole, virtually fucking me with her face. She was such a beautiful little cocksucker. After a few minutes I felt some more pre-come shoot into her mouth. Tessie pulled back and looked at me. She was breathing hard. "John, do you want me to keep doing this?" "Tessie, do you want me to come in your mouth"? I countered. She looked up at me and let one hand slip down to her crotch as she continued to slowly stroke my wet penis. I took the sign. I placed my hands on her shoulders and indicated for her to get up. I held her, we kissed. I could taste myself in her mouth. It was a long, slow kiss. We kissed as if to make up for the span of years we'd known one another and had never kissed; it was a true soul kiss. My hands went to hold Tessie's naked ass; she continued to gently stroke my already rock-hard rod. I opened my eyes and in the mirror I studied the line of Tessie's back, her round asscheeks. I squeezed her ass cheeks; Tessie pushed herself closer against me and tightened her grip on my cock. We kissed harder; Tessie sucked on my tongue like it was my cock. At some point we broke the kiss. Our eyes met. Tessie indicated the bed with a slight wave of her head, I gave a slight nod and she led the way. I fell back a half a pace to fully appreciate the undulating cheeks of her ass as she walked toward the bed. We lay on the bed, held one another and gently kissed for what seemed the longest time. Neither of us were in a hurry. Her hand went to my cock, she stroked it gently, making it stiff and hard. I kissed her about her neck and shoulders, across her chest; I kissed her breasts, licked and sucked her nipples. Tessie's breasts were round and firm, her wide, pink nipples were fully erect, stiff and hard like a pair of acorns in my mouth as I sucked first one, then the other. Tessie moaned as I sucked and pinched her pointy pair. Then I worked my way further south. I kissed my way down her flat belly. When I reached her golden triangle I sniffed deeply of her musky scent. Tessie had trimmed her pussy hair quite close, shaved it down to a narrow strip. As she parted her legs for me I was pleasantly surprised to find she was shaved completely bald, from the clit on down. "Oh, Tessie!" I exclaimed, quite involuntarily. Then I dived in with my tongue to lick and suck her clam. Tessie held my face in her hands as I tickled her clit with my tongue. I looked up at her; she was smiling as my mouth delivered pleasure right into the center of her being. I poked my tongue as deep as it would go up her love tunnel, then followed up by sucking her clit into my mouth. Tessie closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy. She didn't miss a beat, not the slightest whimper or sound as I let my hand slide down the crack of her ass to tickle her anus with my little finger. Taking Tessie's lack of protest as approval, I let the tip of my little finger slip into her asshole as I continued to suck her clit. Tessie moved one hand to hold her breasts and pinch her nipples. The walls of her vagina clamped down on my tongue and she pressed the back of my head, forcing my face onto her cunt. I knew she was cumming as she arched her back and emitted a series of quiet mewing sounds. I lapped up her sweet juices as they flowed like water; Tessie rolled on her back, to and fro, and her asshole clamped tight on my finger as she came. At last Tessie said, "Enough!" and urged me up from her lap. I kissed her abbreviated bush, wiping some of her wetness from my face, then moved up to kiss her fully on the mouth. I wanted her to taste her own juices. Tessie accepted my tongue deep into her mouth, sucked on it as if it were some kind of candy. The head of my hard dick lay right on her wet pussylips. All it took was a steady push and I was in her love hole right up to the hilt. The walls of her pussy gripped my dick like a hot, wet vise, but the pleasure I felt was nothing compared to the ecstasy Tessie was going through, judging from the way she was sighing and moaning like a cat in heat as she writhed around on my pole. I had to do something soon because if I stayed in that position for longer than a minute I'd be cumming like a fire hose. I rolled onto my back, stretched my arms over my head and let Tessie roll her body on top of mine as she sucked on my tongue. Tessie moved up, straddled me and reached down to guide my cock into her wet twat. She lowered herself down and impaled herself on my cock. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, but I could tell she wasn't in pain. I knew Tessie was thinking about her life of the past couple of years, and of before that; us, our friendship of many years. I made nice slow movements in and out until she finally opened hers eyes to look at me. "Oh John, I never thought we'd do this," she said. But there was no remorse in her face. But then she wiggled a little so I put my hands on her hips, lifted her a bit so I could thrust up and into her, picking up the pace a bit. Tessie was cumming again. She held her tits, pinched her nipples. The most beautiful look came over her face; she was wild in her abandon. After her waves of ecstasy subsided I rolled her over; now it was my turn. I gripped her asscheeks tight as I plowed into her, my face in the pillows. As I felt the pressure building up in the head of my cock I asked, "Shall I come inside?" Tessie looked down towards my cock and said, "No, please take it out now." I pulled out; I was near cumming and asked her if she would suck me. "I... ...I want you in here," she whispered. She rolled to her side, took hold of my hard dick and scooted her butt cheeks closer to me, allowing me to slide my hard cock up and down the crack of her ass. "OK," I whispered as I rolled her over onto her belly. "Please, John honey, do you have any lotion or something...?" I figured she needed something to help it slide in there, so I reached under the bedside table and retrieved my trusty bottle of baby oil. Tessie saw this and asked, "Do you always keep that ready"? "Hey, I'm a bachelor," I told her. "Oh God," she chuckled into the pillow. I told her, "Spread your cheeks for me, baby," and she did. Tessie lay on her tummy holding her ass cheeks apart, her eyes were squeezed shut and she bit her lower lip. I admired Tessie's sweet little asshole for a moment before squirting oil on it and all over my dick. Tessie's rosebud was pink and puckered, but it had a certain looseness to it. I remember assfucking a girl in high school one time. Wow, what a difference! That girl screamed bloody murder when I poked her 'back there'. Tessie barely flinched when I inserted my finger slowly into her ass. I worked it in and out for a few seconds to get her nicely lubed. Tessie just buried her face in the pillow and took it as she waited for the big boner to arrive. I guided the head of my dick into her asshole a little at a time until it was all the way in past the helmet. I felt the ring of Tessie's sphincter muscle grab tightly around my cock shaft as I began to make small pumping moves in and out of her ass. Her firm butt cheeks made the ride even better; she had a round, muscular ass with a lot of cushiony effect to it. I leaned forward and slid my hands around to diddle her clit and fingerfuck her while I continued to hump my way to a climax in her ass. Tessie's face was still buried down in the pillow. Except by now she was groaning unintelligible words through a mouthful of linen. "Adie, Adie, hug me Adie" she cried out over and over as I pushed deeper up into her warm smooth tailpipe. I was peaking now. I pushed my big hard cock further into Tessie's hot, tight ass, fingerfucking her cunt all the while so she could better share the pleasure. I felt my hot cum spurt out of my dick into the depths of her now spasmodic asshole. "Ngaa, ngaa," she wailed into the pillowcase. I rolled over on my side taking Tessie with me as I shot my last pulse of jizz. As I did this I now heard what had been muffled by the pillow: "Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh fuck me Daddy, please!" Well that was so damn hot that my cock gave another jerk just on principle. "Oh my God!" Tessie cried out as she lay there next to me, panting now to the point of exhaustion. I could tell she was about to pass out because of the way her sphincter was still spazzing out around my cock shaft. Finally she rolled away from my and my semi-hard dick popped out of her ass with a sort of farting plop sound. "Oh God, I love what that feels like," Tessie whispered. I rolled toward her, spooned up against her back, put an arm around her and we both just lay there saying nothing for the longest time. After awhile I spoke up. "I didn't think we were going to do anything." "I had to do something – you were as hard as a rock from just listening to my story. I couldn't just leave you that way," she said, still facing away. "Thanks," I said. "My pleasure," she smiled.