3 comments/ 15796 views/ 1 favorites Erotic Evening in Paris By: Wet_dream_maker The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recognize him? He heard she had gained some weight since they were last together in New York in the summer of 2001. She had married some wall street executive stayed home and kept a house and had a couple of kids. It had been a week since he had received an e-mail that she would be arriving in Paris for a photo shoot, and could they spend some time together? Of course, Al would not be coming due to some conference at work that could not wait. Vitorrio re-checked the flight number. Yes that was the flight number and there was not a sign of Sarah Bradley. Vitorrio was now a successful portrait artist and had been commissioned and exhibited in every major city in Europe. Born of an Italian father and a French mother he had stunningly good looks and an athletic stature. He was well known in artistic circles in Paris. But today he did not wish to be recognized. He hadn't shaved and his two day old stubble gave him a masculine look in a sexy macho sort of way. Vitorrio father had been a sort of obscure stone sculptor and had managed to make a living out of occasional assignments renovating old churches. His mother had left with another man when Vitorrio was very young. Vitorrio had taken an interest in art at an early age, and at Eighteen, he had accumulated every last penny he had and taken the trip to New York on an art study tour. It was as at the New York academy of Fine art that he had first seen Sarah. Several of the workshops that were part of the class involved photography and art with a local live model and Sarah had been one that had stood out in his memory. She was twenty three at the time and was beginning a successful career in professional modeling. It had been the third day of the workshop when students were first introduced to Sarah. The studio was brightly lit with halogen lights from strategic angles. A small platform was provided for the model with a few necessary props that would be used in the photo shoot. The instructor had come in with a woman he introduced as Sarah Bradley. He held her arm as they entered the studio, eliciting a stunned silence when she made her appearance. This morning she was wearing a pink terry robe. It was not buttoned in the front but clutched together nervously in her fist. Silently she made her way to the platform. Sarah was not very skinny for a model unlike the anemic looking ones popular at the time. She was 5,2" in height and Vitorrio guessed she would have been around 115 lbs. She had a pretty face, large eyes and puffy pouty lips. Short blond curls framed her features and fell down cascading lightly over her shoulders. Long eye lashes and large grey eyes completed the description of this very voluptuous model. The robe did not do much justice to her 36C breasts though it was unclear whether she was wearing a bra under the robe. Like wise, Vitorrio could not tell whether she had any underwear on at all. She had a timid look as she sat down on the chase lounge placed on the platform for the occasion. The bright lights generated some warmth and a slight sheen of perspiration had developed across her face and upper lip. Her feet were clad in white strappy sandals laced upwards to her calves. Her skin was unblemished and creamy white as a plethora of flashes captured the beautiful scene in front of them. When the first pose was introduced, Sarah put her right foot up on the chase lounge as she lay down and rested her head on the armrest on one side. The left foot was planted firmly on the ground in front of the chaise and the right heel rested on the couch and was bent at the knee. The front of the robe had fallen open and her beautiful white flesh of her inner thigh was now exposed. Clearly Sarah was an expert in the art of boudoir posing. Her head was tilted back as she lay down with her eyes closed. Her mouth was open as strands from her had strayed giving her a sensual but casual look. The flash of a dozen or so cameras concluded the scene as the assistants brought in props for the next one. For the next scene, the robe was pulled up as she sat on the edge of a rustic looking bed. Again, the flashes went off as her white cotton panties became visible from between her slightly parted thighs. Next scene was a reclining scene against the pillows and wide open up for the camera. The move brought the panty covered lips of her sex into full view. The sheer fabric of the flimsy underpants had followed the delicate contours of her sex and the outlines of the little pussy were finally revealed. The next position found her rolled over on her belly. The new pose exposed the full and plump cheeks of her luscious behind with just the brief white panties to cover her back there. The instructor had moved towards her adjusting the leg bands of her panties so more of her unusually large backside was visible to the camera. The cameras took in the pink flesh, the lovely curves and the unblemished skin as they continued to click and an appreciative murmur went around the room. The photo shoot had ended rather abruptly as Sarah had got up and re-adjusted her robe. The instructor indicated that Sarah would be available for more intimate photography or art work by private appointment. Four hour slots were available on a first come first serve basis over the next two days. Vitorrio had managed to finally persuade Sarah to do a two hour session in a studio he was renting for a week. It had taken much of his savings to put up the advance for the photo shoot. They had met that afternoon. The props consisted of nothing more than an overstuffed chair. Sarah had done some provocative modeling, but today was not going to be one of those days. She selected her assignments carefully. Vitorrio was not the editor of Vogue, or a writer for people magazine. Her modeling for him was not high on her priority list. But then again she had been rather charmed by his boyish looks, his wonderful smile and French accent. He was polite but easily embarrassed. She was prepared for this photo shoot. She had left her stiletto pumps on as she had unzipped her loose floral skirt and let it fall to the floor. She had turned away from him as she had un-buttoned her white silk blouse and then her black bra. With her back to him she had put on a loose fitting man's cotton shirt which she had tied in a knot in the front under her voluptuous breasts. Vitorrio had made several hand sketches with her assuming various poses most of them artful but not particularly erotic. The afternoon had gone of rather nicely as she began to enjoy his easy manner and animated conversation. They even ended up going to a movie that evening. It was a romantic movie and he had held her close as she had nuzzled against him placing her head over his shoulder. Their kisses had started off rather innocently and then become more urgent as his hands found the buttons of the front of her blouse. Between fierce kisses he has massaged each of the creamy white globes as each was pulled out of the cups of her lacy bra. Her nipples had reacted favorably to his touch, becoming hard and painful as erasers as he began to plant urgent kisses on each of them. His hands had travelled lower in the darkened theater now gently caressing the flesh where her short blouse ended and her skirt began. His gently sucked in each nipple as his fingers caressed her belly button and then the fleshy mound through the front of her loose fitting skirt. Urgently he massaged the front of her as her legs parted slightly and his fingers found the outline of the lips of her sex. A low moan escaped Sarah's lips as she slipped lower in the leather seat. Vitorrio has seized the opportunity to gently push up her skirt and rest his hand on her bare thigh. The flesh was so warm and smooth and hairless as he gently caressed his way up between her inner thighs until his fingers found the edges of the lace of her silken panties. Sarah suddenly closed her thighs tightly trapping his hand now pressed to her throbbing crotch. Each of Sarah's breaths was now a moan as his mouth frantically sucked on her puffy areolas and trailed soft kisses down her neck. He sucked a nipple into his lips and immediately felt it stiffen. He lingered there and then moved slowly to the other breast offering it the same gentle attention. Squeezing her breasts together he covered her breasts with his warm saliva. Her breathing grew heavier and he explored the front of her silk panties which were exquisitely soaked. His hand slid back and forth while her labia swelled through the material of her wet silk. All of a sudden she raised herself off the seat reaching under her skirt to the waist band of her panties sliding them down off her buttocks and down to her upper thighs. The skimpy material was now stretched between her lower thighs offering him unfettered access to her aching pussy. Sarah dropped lower in her chair the cool leather of the seats making a farting sound as her bare bum slid across it. Vitorrio inserted a thick finger into her little pussy. Sarah felt the fire in her hot pussy spread throughout her whole body as her first orgasm started to build. Suddenly she pulled Vittorio's head up to kiss his urgent lips and their tongues met. As she ended the kiss he bit her bottom lip sucking it into his mouth. She sucked his tongue passionately as he added a second finger to her hot hungry pussy. Her juices were streaming down over the black leather as his fingers made a squelching sound as he fingered her gooey snatch. The scent of Sarah's sex filled his nostrils and his hard cock strained against the material of his denim jeans. Come sit on my lap Sarah! His voice was both a command and an order. She rose on unsteady feet in tiny steps, the material of her panties stretched between her upper thighs. Carefully she planted herself on his lap her eyes glued to the movie screen. Her legs straddled his thighs to the extent that her stretched panties would allow. Sarah reached behind her and pulled the back of her skirt up so her bare bum rested on his denim covered crotch. Her hands supported her body as she held on to the arm rests on either side of the seat. Obscenely she rocked her hips on the stiff material of his denim jeans. His huge erection and the material of his zipper created a delicious feeling as it wedged within the folds of her throbbing slit. Just as he reached under her blouse to cup her heaving breasts, the lights had come on. They had risen reluctantly to leave with all the other patrons. They had spent the rest of the evening in Times Square. They had strolled like lovers eating popcorn and drinking lemonade laughing like two silly teenagers. The next day he had departed for Paris. It had been a tearful farewell and they had decided to keep in touch. But that had been seven years ago. There had been no contact no letters no email or phone calls until last week. He had seen her as she had been featured on the cover of "Esquire" and "Maxim" Vitorrio glanced at his cell phone as a beep announced the arrival of a new text message. ***** "Arrived in Paris" it said. Al stayed behind in New York. He is looking after the girls I am travelling with my photographer and business manager. Meet me at "Le Club Du Monde" tonight. Love, Sarah. ****** Vitorrio had been to Le Club LeMonde when he had been a teenager. It was in the heart of the Paris Rue St Denis district which was noted for its night life and erotic clubs. Tonight the large building was illuminated with neon lights as he entered, artful but erotic posters of several women in various states of undress were displayed. Ear splitting music burst out of the door when a woman and three men walked out. Vitorrio strolled in the large dance area. The dance floor was illuminated with pulsing lights of every color and black light illuminated everything white to a luminescent glow. It took him a while to adjust to the light. Couples were dancing everywhere. Youngsters in tattoos and piercings were making out in plain view of the frenzied crowds. Vitorrio kept a keen eye around for Sarah. It was difficult to see in the pulsating disco lights, until he finally caught sight of her. Sarah had always been a good dancer and today was not exception. She certainly was stealing the limelight as everyone was staring at "His Sarah" and - ...... Who were the two men dancing with her? (Her manager and her Photographer perhaps?) Vitorrio wondered. She did seem to notice him but did not acknowledge his presence. It was as if she was dancing to complete abandon with her arms above her head and her hips swaying to the beat. Her very short white leather mini skirt was luminescent in the black light as it moved from side to side exposing white creamy flesh where a slit down one side opened and closed in concert with her movement. She had on white patent leather stiletto boots that came up above her knees. There was a sheen of perspiration on her body as she stood with feet apart and gyrated her hips to the delight of all the other onlookers. Craig, (He was the photographer he later found out) was dancing with her and behind her was Rocco her manager. Rocco was a tall muscular guy with a bald head and smooth chocolate skin. Craig was getting all the attention from the crowd now as he lay on the floor in some very admirable dance moves. He obviously was a trained dancer on his feet as well as on his knees right in front of where Sarah was dancing. Vitorrio watched in amazement as he watched Craig come closer to Sarah first running his face along the sides of her white boots kissing his way up to the part of her leg between the tops of her boots to where her short skirt began. Even Vitorrio had to admit that the move was very erotic. He had to admit even though it was "His Sarah" out there with those two evil men. Meanwhile Rocco was moving his hips right behind her as he held her waist on the bare skin just above the waist band of her skirt and the bottom of the short sparkly blouse she was wearing. Sarah had bent back her body to rest against his powerful chest as her weak knees gave way. She turned her face to kiss Rocco as his hands moved to the exposed flesh of her tummy. Artfully he caressed her tummy, his fingers playing a game on her belly button. Occasionally his dark fingers would reach under the waist band of her short skirt. Slowly his dark chocolate fingers caressed the front of her gleaming white thighs as the material of her skirt crumpled and rose up in his hands. Meanwhile Craig's movements were also becoming very erotic as he continued to kiss his way above her knees to the flesh newly exposed by Rocco's dark hands. Vitorrio could hardly hold his jealous rage now as "His Sarah" continued to really ignore him. It was as if she had been in some kind of trance, but at this time it was clear that she was enjoying every bit of what Rocco and Craig was doing to her. The song had changed to something slower with a pronounced drum beat and Sarah and Rocco were locked in an embrace. They danced close facing each other and he could distinctly notice her nimble fingers reach down and massage the front of Rocco's slacks. Rocco's dark hands had reached behind her and were kneading her ass cheeks. As he caressed her his hands move upward pulling the back of her dress upwards. Her lovely ass was now exposed to all that would care to look. Sarah was wearing a silver thong. The thong was a brief strip of material in the front. The remaining part of the thong consisted of a metallic chain tightly wedged between her buttocks and connected at the waistband. Vitorrio was numb with jealous rage and as he sipped his wine he could not take his eyes of her and Rocco. For a few minutes they appeared to be lost in the crowd. Then he saw them again. This time Sarah was facing away from Rocco her dress lifted to her waist from behind. The sight of a silver chain pressed against her lower thigh made it obvious that her thong had been lowered. Rocco's hands tightly held her hips as his knees supported her nimble body. Sarah was bent backwards over his torso, her eyes glazed over as their hips moved as one to the loud thumping of a bass guitar. Then all of a sudden Sarah's eyes had closed tightly as her mouth opened in an audible gasp as her whole body went rigid. That contorted expression on her face and the sharp intake of breath had been unmistakable. In rhythm with the music and without missing a single beat right there in the middle of the dance floor in spite of all the men and women dancing around Rocco entered her. As the music played his pelvis began to grind and bump hard against Sarah's bottom. Rocco supported her limp body in his powerful hands as if it were a rag doll. His hips rhythmically pounded her from behind as a stream of her juices appeared in a trickle down her legs. No one in the crowd seemed to notice except for Vitorrio. His face had turned a crimson red and his jaw was set. Vitorrio was known to have a violent temper as a teenager and now that rage seemed to have reached a boiling point as he left the famous Club LeMonde. It was just after 2:00 am that Sarah too left the club. In her hotel suite she had come out of her drug and alcohol induced stupor. It had been fun but then she could faintly remember Vitorrio. Had he been at the club that night? Was he waving to her when she had been on the dance floor. How could she have done that to him? Her head was spinning and her eyes felt as if they were about to burst out of their sockets. She had picked up the phone and dialed his number several times that night without any success. She had finally fallen into a teerful sleep. The morning brought better news for her. There was a text message on her phone. ***** "Meet me at the Café de Fleur on Champs D'Elises at 3 this afternoon" "Dress appropriately -- to make it convenient" it had said. ***** No greetings, No love No kisses. The message was clearly an order. And what did he mean by "Dress appropriately"? Were they going out to a formal occasion? Was it dinner? and what did he mean by "Make it convenient" Did he mean that she should make herself "easily available to him"? She wanted to -- No she Had to make it up to him. To make herself available in every way possible. She finally decided on a white knee length frilly chiffon cotton skirt. After she had a long bath she shaved her legs and then put on a white thong. She had guessed he loved thongs and this one consisted of a two inch thick black leather belt that went around the waist with a belt buckle in front to adjust to a snug fit. The thong could easily be mistaken for regular belt when she had put on the simple white skirt. The front triangular part of the thong was very tiny while a thick white cord went tightly from front to back. Beads pearls and crystals of various sizes and shapes were strung at one inch intervals along the cord that was designed to fit snugly between a girl's labia in the front and all along her cleft from behind. Sarah felt certain he would love it. Today she was going to give herself to him completely. She had hurt him immensely and he had treated her with unbelievable kindness and respect. She was still teary eyed as she left the hotel to where they had agreed to meet. She had not worn any makeup just some dark red lipstick and her hair was still damp from the bath. She had worn a short cotton shirt that buttoned in the front. Isn't that what he meant by "Convenient"? To make it even more "Convenient" she had worn a "nursing bra" she had saved from her last pregnancy. It was a couple of sizes too small but it would have to do. Each side could be opened separately and conveniently to expose her large nipples for him to do as he pleased. Sarah had felt like such a slut after last night and had really enjoyed exposing herself to all the men at the club. And she had never seen that side of Rocco when she had felt him enter her. Never had she felt as full as with Rocco and so slutty before even after seven years of marriage to her dear Al. Erotic Evening in Paris This evening she had selected high strappy sandals. The Café de Fleur was and outdoor café located a stone's throw away from the Seine. Couples were seated everywhere enjoying pastries, tea, coffee or wine. Sarah picked a small round metal table under an umbrella crossing her silky smooth legs. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees and a cool breeze caressed her body. Even in her simple attire Sarah was irresistible to men that walked by or young boys that rode on bicycles. Pigeons trotted everywhere looking for crumbs that fell off the outdoor tables. Through dark sun glasses she had finally spotted him. His eyes were cold and piercing. His rage had been simmering as he walked to her table. Without so much as a glance at her "Alons" She stood up and followed. Like a puppy doing the bidding of its master. She had noticed him for the first time in seven years. He had actually grown up into a man. He looked tall with thick brown hair that fell over his dark eyes. His jaw was strong and his lips full. The years had made him both confident and cocky. He had taken her and held her firmly behind the forearm like a policeman holding on to a captive. They walked past old brick buildings on the cobble stones as a gentle breeze lifted the leaves and scraps of paper and transported them in a whirlwind. They came to a part of town where the buildings were very close together. Wordlessly he led her into an alley where buildings were no more than three feet apart. Then suddenly he pressed her body against the old brick wall. His hands held hers firmly at her side as his lips came brutally in contact with hers. He was considerably taller than her and he pressed his muscular body into hers pinning her against the brick wall. Then his knee wedged between her legs as his hands reached under her skirt. His hands forced her legs apart touching, feeling, and liking what he felt under her skirt (She Hoped). He had reached for her hips and holding her at her belt he had lifted her up pressing her into the brick and concrete. The pleasure from the beads rubbing against her clit and the pain from them wedged between her cheeks had been exquisite. Roughly he had pulled her skirt up as her bum had rubbed, and bruised against the old brick wall. Then she had felt his hardness through his pants against her mound. It felt exquisite as he humped her hard against the wall through the material of his trousers. The kiss finally broke away as a group of young boys came through the alley riding their bicycles. Not a word had been said. Again his firm hand had led her out of the alley as they continued to stroll down the afternoon streets. There is something to be said about an "Evening in Paris" The weather, the wind and the air seem to be charged with Romance. They passed by shops displaying designer clothing, shoes, apparel and everything else the rich would want. They passed by florists, chocolatiers, and the Yves St Laurent store until Sarah finally spotted it. The name said it in bold Red Neon light. Several of the glass and chrome doors opened onto the street front and welcomed very affluent and wealthy clientele to "CHEZ VITORRIO" As soon as they entered, there was no doubt that Vitorrio actually owned this affluent club/restaurant. It was large, and airy overlooking the Jardin Du Luxembourg. Tables were set in random arrangements no two tables too close together in order to allow guests plenty of room. Art deco paintings signed by Vitorrio hung in the hallways. Most of them were tasteful nudes, while a good number bordered on erotic themes. Many were depictions of couples in various state of undress. Some were making love while others were hentai pictures found displaying genitals of exaggerated proportions. There were not many clients at this time of day and Vitorrio commanded the respect and obedience of every employee in the place. There were leather couches in Reds blacks and purples and glass and marble tables designed by a Scandinavian designer. No table linen was visible, and glassware and dinnerware were exquisite. A few couples were scattered throughout the lounge many in very amorous settings. Across the room near a tall planter a couple sat in close embrace. Her lover's hands deep inside her blouse as she squirmed and kissed passionately. She had on a pair or very tight black shorts held at the waist with a broad belt. The belt had been un-buckled and the zipper pulled down a little to reveal wisps of pubic hair through white lace panties. Another couple sat to their right. The woman wore long sparkly black dress that clung to her voluptuous figure like a second skin. The deep Vee neck displayed a considerable amount of cleavage. A long slit in the front of her dress revealed beautiful chiseled legs as she crossed them and un-crossed them under the table. The absence of table linen gave everyone a clear view between those creamy thighs. Across from an indoor waterfall, a couple sat very close to each other. They were kissing passionately, while one of the clubs female staff was crouched between the man's open legs. The side of her face resting against the front of his trousers. His partner had inserted her finger into the girl's mouth and the girl had readily sucked licked and covered it with her saliva. Vitorrio selected a table facing one of the most exquisite sculptures in the room as servers and uniformed maids walked in with platters of Hors D' oeuvres, fruit, Russian caviar and other delicacies. They sat very close. Sarah pressing against his arm. Vitorrio placed an arm around Sarah in a possessive gesture. He looked into her eyes and saw the fiery reflection of love and lust. They shared a kiss and then a large red strawberry her red painted lips and long fingernails matching the shape and color of the strawberry they were sharing with their mouths. When their lips met, It was a duel of tongues, urgent, exploring desiring and wanting each other. The kisses became urgent as Vitorrio reached over and pulled Sarah to him first pulling her right thigh over his left one leaving her legs spread and exposed to anyone that may want to see. His hands were frantic on her smooth creamy flesh, as her body shook and gyrated on the plush leather couch. The feeling of the thong against her flesh made it exquisitely painful as well as pleasurable as a random bead or crystal found itself rubbing on some part of her genitals or at the edge of her small opening. Sarah snuggled and straddled herself in Vitorrio's lap as they raised a toast to each other. She was facing away from Vitorrio who was planting gentle kisses to the back of her neck. A young server no more than eighteen walked over with a bottle of Champagne. He was fair skinned and had hardly started to sprout a beard. He looked so innocent and naïve and handsome in a boyish sort of way and this probably being his first job out of school. He wore black trousers a white shirt and a black bow tie. All the servers seemed to wear the same type of uniform. Would Madame like some more Champagne? he enquired in a charming French accent. Oui, Vitorrio replied but as the server proceeded to pick up her glass, Vitorrio stopped him by grabbing him by the wrist that held the Champagne bottle. Madame would like some Champagne, HERE he said lifting her left leg and separating her plump thighs to indicate where the Champagne was to be delivered. Vitorrio pulled the thong aside directing the trembling server's hand and the Champagne bottle between her lips. Sarah let out a muffled cry as the bottle was inserted. Her cry was muffled as Vitorrio covered her mouth with his as the server worked the widening mouth of the bottle rotating it deeper into her body. Confused emotions ran through Sarah's head. On one hand Vitorrio had been so possessive and on the other hand he had allowed others to ravish her. It was probably one of those power games where he allowed everyone else to see her and sample her knowing fully well that he had exclusive ownership of her body. And at this time Sarah did not want to do anything to offend the love of her life. Meanwhile the bottle between her legs had started to stretch and excite her. The vigorous shaking of the bottle with the champagne inside finally caused the bubbly to spill all over her dress and her thighs. An annoyed look from Vitorrio brought the server to his knees as he proceeded to use a napkin to soak up the liquid. Use your tongue to clean her up Vitorrio growled in French once again opening Sarah's lower lips wide for the server that had now begun to lap up at the champagne that was oozing out of her. Slowly and methodically the young man licked at her hot love hole holding the beaded thong away from her pussy as he licked first her clit and then the entrance to her vagina. As soon as she felt his mouth on her cunt she knew there was no going back as the lad inserted a thick finger deep into her. Her cunt was pink and sore not only from the insertion of the champagne bottle but from the penetration she had received last night on the dance floor. His mouth was everywhere, exploring her with his tongue and fingers, probing, sliding, kissing and sucking. He opened her up and she never dreamed that anything could feel so good. His mouth was on her clit while his fingers played with her ass. Her hips rose and fell to meet the servers thrusting tongue as Vitorrio held her down tightly at her hips. Somehow her skirt got pulled up from behind with her bare thighs resting against his enlarged and throbbing crotch. The beads in her thong pressed tightly against her rear hole as the servers ministrations continued to bring copious amounts of love juices from her orifice. Sarah moved her hips frantically back and forth over Vitorrio's lap in a futile attempt to get some release from the rubbing of her pussy against his cock. She reached between their bodies guiding his cock towards the cleft of her ass through the material of his trousers. Meanwhile, the tables were cleared and dessert was served. There were all sorts of soufflés, fruit tarts, cookies, cakes and pies. Another server walked over serving whipped cream. As he asked weather Madame would like some whipped cream. As he proceeded to squirt out whipped cream Vitorrio grunted in a loud outburst in French. That is no way to serve a lady whipped cream. The next few sentences were in French but clearly the server had now unzipped his fly and extracted a young clean shaved penis. It was smooth and clean and creamy and uncut as he proceeded to cover it entirely with whipped cream. Instinctively Sarah opened her mouth to accept the whipped cream. She licked first the tip then the whole thing. Moving her head up and down as if sucking a lollypop. Slowly the penis in her hand began to grow longer and thicker and very hard. The harder it got the more frantically she sucked not caring who was watching. Vitorrio now had his hands pressing her breasts on each side through her clothing. Sarah used both hands to clutch at the servers hips as he controlled his movements as he face fucked her to mutual satisfaction. She had not missed the grimace of the boy's face as he finally bucked his hips spraying a load of cream down her throat. It was a lot to expect from a young man no more than eighteen but the cream and cum had coated her face and her hair and oozed down her chin in plain view of all that were in the lounge. Finally the whipped cream was finished and her genitals dried sufficiently when Vitorrio got down on his knees to inspect their handiwork of his staff. Her lower lips were thick and swollen and her clit protruded sharply from between her cunt lips. Sarah had slumped forward on the couch and her legs were held together then raised straight up for Vitorrio to inspect her little opening. A cocktail stick was all that was needed. A red plastic stick with a bead at the end was all it took as Vitorrio applied the bead to the entrance to her pucker. It throbbed to the touch of the bead as it was inserted easily into her little brown hole "Certainly a virgin back there" Vitorrio had concluded. And Vitorrio would know as he vowed to ravish all her openings before the night was over. Sarah had been so turned on that all she needed was a bit of release. Something that Vitorrio had deliberately and carefully denied of her. Reluctantly they left the lounge reaching over to the bank of elevators which would take them to the 42nd floor where Vitorrio kept his studio. The building was clearly being renovated and the elevator creaked and rattled until it finally stopped at its destination. Finally entering the apartment Sarah took in the sparse surroundings. One wall was covered completely with dark drapes. The studio apartment must have been luxurious except for the present renovations in progress. Paints, props and canvas lay all around cameras on tripods and cables and videos lay in disarray on the floor. A glass of wine for each started off the modeling session for the evening. At the center of the room there was an elevated platform with a marble pedestal. Lights from overhead and invisible locations created the perfect combination of light and shadow for Sarah. The next two hours were spent photographing, sketching and painting Sarah in various poses. They ranged from conservative, to boudoir, to provocative, to risqué to sluttish to whore. Some ranged from long flowing robes to mini cheerleader outfits with and without white cotton panties. Some casual leg shots to other completely obscene poses. There was no holding back today. Vitorrio had a huge wardrobe of outfits ranging from long dresses to very tight shorts. The one that he selected was black and very tight as it highlighted the lips of her sex through her clothing. The pants were long enough to cover only part of her ass cheeks while the lower half was left exposed. Motherhood had not been kind to Sarah and her bottom had grown to large proportions as the edges of the material of her shorts cut into the creamy white skin. The last modeling scene called for Sarah's original outfit. The white skirt, the nursing bra and the blouse buttoned in front. Vitorrio selected a large canvas for the scene. Sarah had no doubt that her body would be on permanent display on this canvas at "Chez Vitorrio" for all the servers to have wet dreams over. Sarah was bent over the pedestal, her behind to the camera. Her dress was pulled up around her waist exposing her arse to the bright light of the camera Sarah had never felt so whorish in her life. Sarah a mother of two, married to a respectable Al was now posing as a slut at the pleasure of a French lover. She was in a trance fuelled by lust doing all that was asked of her by this French lover. There was no hesitation even when he asked her to reach behind her to expose her brown hole. Vitorrio directed the poses at times instructing moving and re-positioning her body to suit his erotic taste. She did not even flinch when he approached her form behind now a large brush in hand as he dipped it in painter's petroleum jelly. And then there was the feeling of bristles between her legs as the master's hand described bold brush strokes all over her vaginal and anal opening. Soon her anus and vagina were glistening from the lubricant as Sarah clenched her ass cheeks trapping the bristles between herself. Her legs closed involuntarily attempting to rub the brush handle against the opening of her sex. As usual, the session ended on a high note. Sarah being left high and dry. They rested a bit with more wine and cheese until Sarah asked to see the view outside the draped French window. The French doors opened onto a large terrace. This part of the building was under construction and a wire chain link fence was erected for safety. The view was spectacular. Outside the fence a tradesman and an electrician were hard at work. The electrician was busy on a ladder installing lights above the chain link fence. Vitorrio greeted him by his first name "Gustav". Gustav was well built and fair. He had a full head of hair, and the bluest eyes you ever saw. He had broad shoulders and muscles that showed off nicely under his sleeveless tank top and dirty denim jeans. He was truly a beautiful male specimen and the secret wet dream of every married woman and Sarah was no exception. The older workman was "Pierre" Pierre was very polite and well built too. He had on corduroy pants and a sweat shirt with a leather tool belt around his waist. Sarah leaned into the chain link fence as she waived to the two workmen on the other side of the fence. Vitorrio was out with Sarah now as he said something to the workmen in French. She could feel Vitorrio's breath over her shoulder. His cologne wafted through the air making her dizzy with lust. In the blink of an eye, her belt at her waist was un-fastened and then tightly threaded through the chain link fence. That way her waist was tightly pressed and bound to the chain link fence. Gustav quickly managed to tie her ankles to the chain link fence as well. Her feet were apart and her arms were raised above her head and tied to the fence by electricians tape. Meanwhile Vitorrio wasted no time in un-buttoning Sarah's blouse in the front and then opening each cup of her nursing bra. Her nipples pressed hard against the wire through the chain link fence as Pierre's calloused fingers began to pinch and manipulate them. Sarah felt completely immobilized her body pressed hard into the chain link fence as she felt Vitorrio obscenely lift her skirt from behind. With strong movements he kneaded the flesh of her ass and then gradually rubbed his index finger against the pucker of her secret opening. Then she felt his rigidness at the stubborn opening first requesting, then pleading then demanding entrance to her forbidden hole. The tip of Vitorrio's hardened cock now pressed insistently against her un-yielding hole. The pressure of his cock against her slowly allowed her orifice to finally begin to yield. A loud scream of pain escaped her lips and echoed over the roof tops of Western Paris as Her asshole was finally penetrated. Gustav now on his ladder was not much help. Climbing to the fifth rung, he now unzipped his dirty denim jeans revealing a very long, thick and erect cock that was pulsing and waiting to be eaten. Sarah's next scream was thwarted by Gustav's cock that was pressed between her lips through the chain link fence. Meanwhile Sarah's bum was being spread wide by the entrance of Vitorrio's relentless cock as it continued to go in deeper and deeper reaching deep into her bowels. Vitorrio began moving in a steady rhythm fucking Sarah's newly opened hole as she shuddered and struggled to reach her climax. Gustav was relentlessly fucking her mouth whereas Pierre had switched to sucking on her engorged nipples. Her orgasm began to build as Vitorrio fucked her bum harder and harder. His body slammed into her ass entering her and filling her with his erection. A flood of juices began streaming from her engorged pussy. His movements became more frantic slamming against the chain link fence as it rattled and threatened to break loose from its frame. Vitorrio put now had every pent up desire, jealousy rage and lust in his furious strokes Two days of simmering anger, and seven years of passion and lust finally consumed him as he fucked her ass like a man possessed. Finally he could hold it no more. They came with a loud howl like two animals in a heated battle he erupted his seed in great torrents deep into Sarah's bowels. Sweat, saliva and semen from Vitorrio and Gustav's cock covered her making her into a shameless but finally satisfied whore. That night Vitorrio and Sarah became lovers again. The bedroom they shared had a glass ceiling opening to the stars in the penthouse suite. The panoramic windows gave them a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower and the night lights of Paris. She took a soak in his large and elegant Jacuzzi then put on a cream colored baby doll nightie. Her body and damp hair smelled of soap and shampoo. She sat in bed her back against the headboard. Candles had been lighted all around the room. Silk sheets covered the circular revolving bed. Rose petals were sprinkled across the sheets and the side table held a velvet lined box. An expensive looking sleek ribbed vibrator lay in the box. Another black velvet lined box contained a large shiny black dildo. Next to the toys lay tubes of lotions and creams of all kinds. Erotic Evening in Paris When Vitorrio entered he looked magnificent. As she sat back Vitorrio could see that she only had on a pair of panties under her baby doll nightie. The erotic visions were rampantly running through his mind. Vitorrio's body, his arms his shoulders and his torso were beautifully sculpted. He was naked except around the waist he wore a leather belt. A tightly filled leather pouch contained a large coiled snake bound with leather lacing and tightly strung between his ass cheeks to form a thong. She had never known him to be a dancer but as the slow erotic rhythmic music stated he began thrusting his hips back and forth and then side to side. His muscular body glistened from the sweat and the recent shower. He gingerly selected a vial of baby oil and began to erotically massage her beginning at her feet. As sensually as possible he rubbed the oil into her feet and the muscles of her calf. He was gentle and his concerns for her needs showed in his kind but erotic caresses. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she slid down from the head board of the bed. His oil slicked fingers now headed for her knees and upper thigh just under the baby doll nightie she was wearing. He felt her legs open slightly admitting his fingers to reach higher. As his fingers touched the front of her undergarment she let out a gasp of air. He could feel the heat and moisture emanating from the beginnings of her arousal He moved higher straddling her body until she was face to face with his black leather thong. The musky smell of new leather and the manly scent from his recent shower sent another wave of lust over Sarah. Her teeth found the ends to the leather laces to his pouch. As she pulled at the laces to free his angry member from confinement and reveal a metal cock ring. Her mouth opened and she used her tongue to slowly insert his cock into her warm lips. She teased and sucked him to full length and then stopped to admire her work. He continued with her massage. Moving the baby doll nighty to the sides he exposed both breasts drizzling them with warm oil in his large hands. With each gentle pass across her nipples a low moan escaped her lips. Time to roll over he announced giving her body a little shove until she had settled comfortably on her tummy. The sight of the tight thong across her plump ass cheeks almost drove him off the cliff. Raising the nightie he continued to massage her upper back lower back and finally her buttocks. He slipped his fingers under the waist band of her thongs and slowly lowered it savoring the view. The material of the thong only partially released from the tightly clenched cheeks. He continued to massage the oil into the exquisite bottom. His thumbs came together at the point where her inner thighs and ass cheeks met. They dug into the folds of her skin and slid upward into the crack of her ass. He paused a bit to view the entrance of her anal opening that he had so recently ravaged. It had already closed up completely like a flower at night.. A low pitched moan indicated that the action needed to be repeated. The second time around he teased her anal opening slowly massaging with the tip of his index finger. Sarah's breathing had become labored and her pleasure was reaching a peak. It was an indication to him that she needed some real action real soon. Vitorrio reached out to the velvet box and selected the thin ribbed vibrator. He ran the tip along the sides of Sarah's clit watching her reaction as he rested his face on her luscious ass cheeks getting a close up view of her gorgeous sex. He loved to watch her body as he pleases her. He slips it up towards her ass and runs it around her while teasing her opening. He slowly presses it against her allowing her to relax and accept the tip. He loves that she had taken his first anal assault with such pleasure, and the thought of him being up her tight ass made his cock stiffer. He slips his tongue into her pussy and feels her relax as he slowly starts to insert the vibrator into her anus. The low rumblings from the vibe begin to fill her body with delicious feeling. Slowly she moans with pleasure. He bends her knee half way under her giving his mouth unfettered access to her sex. He presses the vibrator deep inside her as she clenches her cheeks to hold it in place. His cock is so big from teasing her that he can hardly control himself. She turns around now on her back the vibrator humming a low rumble in her bowels. He slides up her body as she kisses him hungrily. She reaches between their bodies slipping his cock into her sopping cunt. She is so wet and tight. He begins to fuck her nand to slide his cock in her faster and harder. Her moans are un-controllable and she is driving him crazy. He feels the vibrator against his cockSoon he can tell she is about to orgasm. Her cunt throbs and squeezes his cock. He explodes into her as her body trembles and quivers like a leaf beneath him. They fall together in a heap as they pause to catch their breath. Their bodies covered in sweat, lotion and cum all at the same time. They kiss passionately as Sarah can taste herself on his lips. They shared another glass of champagne as he playfully drizzled the bubbly all over her face her breasts and her legs. She giggles remembering how he had allowed the boy at the restaurant to clean her up after the champagne spill. She returned the favor by spraying whipped cream all over his body. He lay on his back as her hips straddled his face. She moves her hips back and forth over his open mouth his nose and tongue as he tasted his own juices mixed with hers as it oozed out of her swollen cunt. His hands separated her cheeks as he frantically tongues her cunt and anal opening. Sarah wasted no time in bending over his body taking his erect cock into her mouth. With the tip of her tongue she tasted the whipped cream mixed with cum that covered the head of his cock. On the other hand Vitorrio was doing wonderful things to her cunt and her ass as he inserted a finger into her tight pucker while his tongue flicked her engorged clit. Her ass began bucking as her love juice continued to ooze onto his face. They rolled over until they were on their sides and then she on her tummy. Vitorrio rolled over her body his face resting against the lush globes of her ass as his cock nuzzled between his body and her back. Instinctively she parted her legs a bit allowing him access to her back door with his mouth. Her hole tightened as the tip of his tongue touched it. Her breathing began to quicken as she reached behind and opened herself with her fingers as a gift to him Vitorrio needed no further invitation. Two large pillows lay on the floor. Each was placed under her hips. Sarah raised her body so they could be placed appropriately. He poured more oil into his hands this time rubbing it along the length and thickness of his very large cock. Placing each hand or either side of her, he lowered himself using an oily hand to place the tip of his dick against her back door. As the head penetrated, she reached behind her spreading her cheeks apart as his cock began to slowly enter her bum. Her moans turned into grunts and then into obscenities. "Fuck me! You bastard" she screamed. He w as fully impaled into her ass as he supported himself on his forearms. With each downs stroke he could feel her sphincter contracting around his hardened tool pounding again and again he felt her approach her climax. He pushed down hard and deep and then slowed the pace and rotated his hips allowing her to catch her breath a bit. They made love, they had sex and they fucked in complete abandon under the warm moonlight Paris sky. Finally Vitorrio had claimed her for himself taking her and violating her in every hole many times. She on the other hand had been shown a new side of herself that she never knew existed. And all had been forgiven. Tonight they would be lovers again.