Episode 164 - Sex In Paris Part 2 free porn video

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This story continues from ‘Episode 163 - Sex in Paris’, where Giselle was brutally gang-banged against her will in a Paris Sperm Donation centre and has undergone very successful vaginal reconstruction.
The story contains a graphic [email protected] scene - you could skip the first section if easily offended...
Tony is still in the Sperm Donation Booth with his step-sister Sam and Giselle outside operating the control console.
Giselle and her trans girlfriend-with-a-cock Yasmin plan their revenge once they can stop fucking for long enough to concentrate.

Destruction
A text message sent to his smartphone invited the gang-bang leader to download an App of local Sperm Donation Centres. It directs him to the Executive Wash-room on a major building site – sticking his finger into a young tight plastic bottom opens the door. Giselle and Yasmin had delivered the toilet just that night, and now sat in a lorry cab outside the site waiting...

An illuminated sign on the outside of the toilet changes from OUT OF ORDER to WELCOME. Once inside it cycles, for its own amusement through HUMILIATION, [email protected], ANAL DESTRUCTION and finally TERMINATION.

The inner walls are bathed in videos of young girls masturbating for him; he is instructed to strip off, put his clothes into the locker and push his prick into a glory hole in the door panel.
The [email protected] clamps his cock with backward steel points, so he cannot pull out and injects morphine directly into his balls. Slowly as the agony wears off and he stops screaming, Giselle hits the 'Arse' button on her laptop and the machine pushes him backwards to sit on the 'toilet' seat.
Giselle's picture appears on screen at eye-level describing how he gang-banged her. Sitting down, a spiked steel bolt enters his arse and expanding suddenly to many times its original size ruptures his guts.
Giselle, now laughing, pushes the '[email protected]' button, and his cock is clinically separated from his body by rotating knives, and drops into his hands. His screams rise to a crescendo as pictures of rather young girls and boys frolic naked. The [email protected] pushes a vibrator with sharp metal ridges into the place where his cock used to be.

"There - now you've got a cunt too".
He dies in agony of bl00d loss and shock as the macerator carves him up and flushes parts into the storage tank below. Next morning the sign outside just states “Out of Order”.
Yasmin drives our hired lorry into the building site as soon as it opens, lifts up the heavy broken toilet by crane, and replaces it with a normal site toilet. Once away from the site we opened the little trap door on the side, pulled out his wallet, mobile phone and keys, which had stayed dry inside the sealed compartment.

Sperm Donation Booth: Stage 2
Tony twisted the large control one notch to the left, reducing the age. The videos changed to a team of 4 hard-bodied, tanned, beach-ball players dressed in tiny white bikinis, the tops straining to retain full breasts. Tony watched in awe as their tits bounced enticingly as they played ball, then all stripped off and knelt in a row.
He was faced with a line of 4 hot sweaty backsides, with tight un-tanned triangles of flesh leading down to puffy lips. In the video Sam arrived to massage sun-tan oil up their taught legs and deep into their bottoms.
Sam bent forward on her knees, hands clasped around a beach-ball players hips. She adjusted her kneeling position to get her angled buttocks just right to get maximum depth: if too far forward her butt opens flat just exposing her hole, which is too tempting to fuck, not far enough cannot keep prick in her slot.
Just right gives a perfect smooth riding position where bollocks thrust against cunt lips, then prick head emerges from cleft onto her back, leaving the balls squeezed between fleshy cheeks. After several minutes of vigorous thrusting, massaged by sun-tan oil, Tony yelled "Holy shit I'm coming", and the video of Sam's back was showered in his sticky spunk between the shoulder blades.

After Destruction
After we returned from dumping the portable toilet and its lorry at the depot, Yasmin found the Builder’s white van parked in a quiet side-street near to the site. There were only two keys on the key ring recovered from the toilet cubicle, and one opened the van. I jumped into the passenger seat, leant over and kissed Yasmin in the driver’s seat, before he/she started the engine, relieved to be rid of the builder.
Before we started off there was a faint hammering noise from the back of the van, which got louder. I nipped round the back and opened the door, to find two small, naked, very frightened ch1ldren. Once they saw I was a girl they stopped trying to hide their genitals, and pulled me onto the mattress filling the area.

The little girl announced her name was Lucy, and her little brother Tom, two years younger. They had been dragged from their garden last night by the evil builder, stripped and thrown into his van, so that he could “use” them after his sperm donation session. This was all rapidly described as the ch1ildren snuggled up to me, one on each side, pressing their firm young bodies against my sides for warmth.

“Please stroke my bottom” pleaded the young girl “My daddy always does that when I’m frightened”. I could hardly refuse so slipped one hand onto each taut, young, quivering bottom, getting quite a jolt between my legs.
“Not like that, do it properly, like Daddy does” instructed the boy “you have to push your finger all the way between our legs”, he grabbed my left hand on his sister’s bottom and pushed the middle finger into her ultra-soft, warm, hairless slit from behind.

She moaned a little and clamped her thighs shut, trapping my finger in her moistening cunt. The heat and smooth walls of her young pussy was astonishing. As the c***dren warmed up from their night in the van, the boy became bolder and started exploring my dungarees, opening the top and stroking my bare breasts under the thin tee-shirt. Soon the tee-shirt was pulled up around my neck and both ch1ldren were chewing on a breast.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked as both nipples automatically responded to their teeth and tongues.
“My Mum showed me” replied Lucy, just gripping the nipple in the gap between her front teeth “and I taught my brother”.

I had hardly noticed the van moving off, and after a few miles the little boy announced we had to stop so he could have a wee, and banged on the back of the cab for Yasmin to pull over. We stopped near a wood; the little boy, still naked, ran off towards a large tree, his erect penis banging against his tummy.
I showed Lucy how to crouch down and spread her knees so her stream of hot yellow pee missed her feet. I slipped off my dungarees, and wearing just pumps and a small thong lay down on the short grass watching the form of this lovely bold creature walking around trying to shake the last drops of pee from her tiny slit.
Dropping to her knees by my head she asked “Can I sit on your face, then you can lick my vagina clean, just like daddy does?” and without waiting for an answer flung one knee across, so my nose nestled into her bald slit and tongue naturally engaged with her hardening clitoris. After a few moments of vigorous licking she arched her back, forcing my nose deep into her bottom, and came like a train, gurgling her love for her Mommy, Daddy and me.
I vaguely noticed Yasmin and the boy watching his sister climaxing on my face. Yasmin was making a poor attempt to hide her erection, and the boy fondled her breasts, then stuck a hand down the front of her pale blue dungarees.

“You’re a funny girl” he said, pulling out her dark prick into the sunshine “Is it real? Can I play with it, like Daddy’s?”
My face was buried in Lucy's delicious virgin cunt, so could only wave a thumbs up sign.
"Giselle" called Sam, dragging her back to the present "I need a pee too; it's all this talk of young moist pussy lips, and pricks".

"OK, let's try out the new washroom" I replied, thinking back to the little girl's bottom, that I had been so eager to sink my teeth into. Both wearing crotchless cat-suits it was easy to squat over the drainage holes in the brightly-lit wet-room floor and let the pee stream out, afterwards Sam stuck two fingers into my cunt, to lick off the juices. I played with her massive tits and swollen lips and continued with the story.

Sperm Donation Booth: Stage 3
Tony selected Stage 3: the video showed the identical twins called Ami: Young cunts, tight silky thighs, masturbation with bananas, small hands guiding his prick towards her twin sister’s open cunt. Tony watches the head of his prick engulfed in warm wet cunt, as the second Ami ravages her own breasts, then her sisters.
She pulls off her tiny shorts and pushes a huge curved banana deep into her cunt, furiously rubbing her own clit, as the banana gets all slicked up with her pussy juices. The video wall goes a dark pink and then bursts into life as cameras placed high in each Ami’s cunt facing outwards reveal one set of slick pussy lips opening to the light as the tip of a bright yellow banana forces its way in and up close.

Two fingers replace the banana dildo rubbing away at the sensitive g-spot, causing cascades of juice to run out. The second cunt remains dark and filled until the prick slides out and then rapidly back in, causing the pussy walls to quiver and contract. Tony can just make out the slit in the tip of his prick forcing its way up Ami’s cunt and banging into the lens of the endoscope.

The video changes to one Ami hanging around her dad Bob's neck, his large hands supporting her tiny bottom, spreading her legs wide across his hips. A side view shows his prick slamming into her wet cunt, making great squelching sounds; Ami is moaning deep in her throat.
Bob to camera "So you want to fuck my pretty daughter? Can you make her climax? Will you fill her with your seed?" The camera swings around behind her, zooming in on her tiny throbbing bum-hole, which expands and contracts under the onslaught of her orgasm.

Bob again "Come on in – you can have her arse, she loves being double-fucked; you know you want to. You can grope her tits – just like this. I love my little girls, they are so bendy".
Tony was desperately trying to look away from her taut thighs and wanton young arse, spread so invitingly for his prick. Just then the other identical twin Ami grabbed hold of his cock; he could feel light fluttering hands caressing his balls and pulling him towards her open snatch. The sensation of her hot wet tight cunt on his hardening prick was nearly enough to make him spurt again straight away, but Tony managed to resist, wanting to save the last of his sperm for Stage 4, whatever that might be.

Bob withdrew from his daughter, sperm pouring down her thighs, kissing her all over. Ami grabbed her favourite large double-ended dildo with heavy pink ridges, resembling the veins of an over-sized prick and shoved it unceremoniously up the arse of her twin.
Tony felt the bumpy ridges grazing along the underside of his prick through the thin wall between her cunt and arse. This took him right over the top, spewing spunk into the Sperm Donation machine, and causing another round of applause from Giselle and his sister Sam, watching over the monitors.

At Lucy and Tom’s house
Lucy and Tom found most of their clothes in the front of the van, and reluctantly got dressed, before we drove back to their house. We never found their underwear, which the builder must have kept as trophies. Their Mum and Dad rushed out to meet us, scooped the ch1ldren up, demanding to know what had happened.
Lucy explained how the builder must have watched them playing in the front garden, bundled them into his van and driven off. He explained as he stripped them naked and locked in the back, that he would be back soon after his sperm donation to play some games.

“We just lay quietly until these two, er, ladies rescued us” added Tom.

“And she sucked my vagina just you do Daddy” confessed Lucy “and he” pointing at Yasmin “did little Tom just like Mummy does”.

“I think you have two very lucky ch1ldren here and a wonderful family sex-life” I responded, before Daddy got the wrong idea. Lucy was whispering in her dad’s ear while he continued to hug her bottom a little too enthusiastically for a ‘normal’ non-sexual father-daughter relationship. Suddenly Daddy was all over me: kissing, stroking, rubbing my tits “I need to thank you for saving my k1ds” he said, before filling his mouth with my tit flesh. After the first orgasm I looked up to see that Yasmin had gone off with the c***dren’s mother.

“It’s OK” piped up Tom “Mum said she was just plundering your friend’s arse with her strap-on dildo, whatever that means” he giggled innocently.

“You can sit on Daddy’s penis, just like Mummy does when they want to make a baby” said Lucy stripping off her tight shorts “while I sit on his face and make him all long and hard for you”. “And then you Giselle must suck little Tom’s testicles, because that makes him very happy, and then swallow his entire little penis, just like Mummy does” added the lovely in-cestuous daughter.

After daddy had finished thanking me with two more crashing orgasms and a good dollop of hot spunk, we got dressed and drove over to the builder’s flat in the next road.

At the Flat
On the way I explained how the builder and his mates had brutally gang-banged me at the Paris sperm donation clinic, and left me for dead. So today was pay-back time; he won’t be bothering anybody else again.
We let ourselves into the flat with the builder’s keys, Lucy ran to a telescope in the corner, and commanded Dad to lift her up. He slipped one hand under an armpit across her tiny nipples and the other under her bottom. For just a moment I wondered if the whole in-cest thing had been in her junior vivid imagination, but as she stared through the 'scope and wriggled around, I could see that Dad's middle finger was pushing through the carefully positioned gap in the stitching of her short’s crotch. As his finger probed her tiny slit from behind, through the soft tight pink shorts, they both grinned, and Daddy made a poor attempt to hide his erection in the grey jogging pants.

"Look Daddy you can see our house from here, and that's ... oh my, that's my bedroom; he must have watched me stroking my cunt.. Oh I'm sorry I mean vagina".

"Have you been teaching my young daughter those words?" he glared at me.

"Oh yes" Lucy chirped "I know Cunt and Twat and Beaver and Muff, but best of all is Pussy; I shall call her Pussy from now on".

With that she wriggled out of Dad's sexual embrace, and sat on a sofa watching us pack up all the builder's personal stuff into boxes. Lucy looked exhausted and slowly closed her eyes, slipping a hand down the front of her shorts to massage her newly-named Pussy.

Dad was brilliant, cancelling all the builder’s accounts for electricity, telephone, internet, rent and local taxes on the phone saying that he was going abroad for several years. On the desk I found a laptop full of ch1ld pornography; it didn’t take long to guess the password “p0rn”, some of it quite artistic, but all filthy and quite i*****l.
I made the mistake of leaning over the desk, legs apart and hadn’t realised Dad was behind, watching me, watching a rather erotic porn video of two gorgeous young women sitting astride Sybian masturbators. Facing each other and grinning, I realised they each had the other's speed controller and were racing to see who climaxed first.
Dad was trying to poke a rigid 10 inches of prick through the back of my dungarees into my arse. How could I object? He gently undid the shoulder straps and the dungarees dropped to the floor, leaving me standing in just a cropped tee-shirt, white socks, and of course the sex-lubricant belt. Dropping to his knees he pulled apart my cheeks and thrust his tongue into my puckered brown hole, holding onto the belt for support.

"Try the mint flavour" I suggested, and without delay he poured a dollop onto his prick and then my arse and pushed it in. I screamed as the first 6 inches found my sensitive areas, and woke up Lucy.

"I .. thought.. Lucy.. was... exaggerating" as his huge prick slid up inch-by-inch, until I had to stand on tip-toe to keep balance.

Dad was grunting with each thrust "You ... little .. bitch; Lucy .. said .. you .. had .. a smooth arse".
Lucy ripped off her shorts and plunged three fingers into her wet slit; watching her Daddy pounding her favourite girlfriend's backside was too much: “wow, I didn’t realise you could fuck a girl’s bottom, I wish Daddy would do that to me, it looks hot”.

Lucy flipped over onto her knees, pretty bottom pushed up into the air "Daddy when can we make love? When can you fuck me? Look I can get a finger all the way into my bottom".

"Not yet babe, when you're older" replied Dad, slowing down his pounding.
"What when I'm ten..... or eleven..... I can't wait to have your babies"

"Breasts" I suggested panting hard. Dad reached up and fondled my boobs, squeezing the nipples hard between thumb and finger, "No not mine, hers" I whispered.

"Oh I see" said Dad "Lucy baby, we'll make love properly when your breasts are big enough for a bra".
The thought of that was just enough to push him over the edge, grunting heavily, his cock erupted into my arse before pulling it out and spraying his sticky white cum all over my thighs. Lucy's fingers were a blur in her tiny cunt; mauling her lips and erect clit she climaxed noisily.

Daddy just slumped to the floor exhausted; Lucy grabbed his prick in both her tiny hands and licked off all the cum, arse juices and mint-flavoured lubricant. There was so much spunk it coated her lips and nose, as he drove his tongue between her bum cheeks, seeking out her puckered hole. We took turns in sucking Dad's rigid pole until he erupted again; Lucy jumped off and wiped it all up with a towel, after smearing lots onto her nipples, hoping to make her breast buds grow quickly.

After that we left the flat keys with a neighbour, put all his furniture into storage for 5 years, paid with cash we found at the flat, and emailed his mates to say he had to leave the country to escape a local criminal gang.

Dad tries Frottage
Back at the house, Lucy ran up to her parents' bedroom to discover her mum standing up against the mirrored wardrobe door. The room was in darkness, so pulling open the curtains she saw her mum was wearing nothing but a new black strap-on dildo, behind the trans-sexual Yasmin who was wearing a blue thong.
She had used her normal long thin blue strap-on on the young mothers at their Tuesday afternoon sessions. They brought their ch1ldren over to play with Lucy and Tom, generally naked in the garden, and spent a drunken afternoon trying on rude underwear and experimenting with sex toys. Dad always wondered why Mum felt so frisky when he got home from work and delighted in licking out her recently shaved pussy, before filling it with hot spunk every Tuesday.
The short fat black dildo was clearly jammed into Yasmin’s arse; he was held up by the breasts and little Tom was standing on a bedroom chair in front experimentally whacking his little penis against Yasmin’s.

“That looks fun” boomed Dad “what’s it called?”

“It’s frotting” laughed his wife “you rub your penises together instead of fucking”.

He scooped Tom up off the chair and plopped him down on the bed next to Lucy and me; wrapped his big fist around both their cocks and wanked until semen dripped out of Yasmin’s, and his own erupted all over her tits.
Lucy bounded off the bed scooped up a handful of spunk and massaged it into her nipples, squeezing and pulling at them to make them hard. “Daddy says he’ll only make proper love to me when I’ve got breasts” she moaned.

“Oh that seems a bit harsh” replied Mum “I think a little b-o-t-t-o-m action would be OK, provided you were gentle”.
Lucy was ecstatic “Daddy, daddy, please, please” whipping off her shorts and pulling Dad off Yasmin.

“While you’re buggering her arse, I can plough her cunt, and then we’ll be double-fucking the in-cestuous little bitch” added Tom.

“Language” replied everyone laughing.

So Mum pulled the dildo out of Yasmin who slipped out to shower off the layers of spunk on his/her tits, and I watched Mum lay on the bed holding Lucy spread-eagled face-down ready for her first adult arse-fucking. I kissed them all good-bye leaving a large bottle of raspberry-flavoured cuntal lubricant, and tip-toed out. With Yasmin half-dressed in her torn dungarees we left quietly to the sound of Lucy mewling like a kitten, and Tom demanding that it was his turn.

Sperm Donation Booth: Stage 4
Back in the sperm donation booth Tony had selected the final stage:
He was standing in the shallow end of a large outdoor heated swimming pool: he could feel the warm water lapping against his thighs. A small dark-haired girl, he guessed about six years old, sat on the poolside splashing her feet in the water. She was wearing just a pair of white bikini bottoms, with no tits yet she had no need of a bra. With a smile she jumped down into the pool in front of Tony, laying back in the water with her hands on the side-rail she carefully placed one foot on each shoulder.

She wriggled her bottom until his prick was caught tight in the V-groove between the top of her thighs. He could feel the soft, warm, wet skin along the sides of his penis, and the hotter smooth taut fabric across her cunt pressing hard on the underside. As she slid up and down his tip emerged from the confines of her bikini bottoms to slap into her taut belly.

The sensation was electric; Tony was sure he could feel her lips opening beneath the thin fabric, separated by just millimetres from her hot centre. The virtual girl remained absolutely still except for clenching her thighs; Tony was certain he could feel the hard nub of her clitoris rubbing against him. The video wall displayed an underwater shot of his prick pressing up between her thighs and slipping against the thin slither of cuntal fabric that was still opaque, the rest stretched across her bottom being completely transparent in the water.
She powered her wet cunt up and down his shaft, gripping and releasing the pressure with her thighs, until Tony blew his load. It sprayed in a great fountain up her wet tummy, and dribbled in gloopy blobs back down inside the waste-band of her bikini bottoms, as if trying to make her pregnant.

Untangling her legs she slipped off the transparent panties and swam lazily away. "Next time, if you're good, you can come right inside and take my virginity... just start at Level 4 and ask for me".

"What's your name" called Tony watching her bottom rise and fall as she swam away, the water cascading off her bare cheeks, leaving a trail of sun-tan oil and spunk in the water.

"Lucy" called back the lovely creature over her shoulder "we're all called Lucy in here".

Then Tony realised that all the bottoms in the pool were identical, opening up perfectly as they slowly performed the breast-stroke swimming kick. Sunlight glinted off their wet buttocks, inner thighs exposed, and with each kick he was sure he saw a flash of shiny pink lips protecting their hairless young cunts.

"Come and break our cherries... as many as you like" she called "and if you fancy boys, then you can have my little brother Tom".

That was enough, he couldn't possibly produce any more; Tony thought he had made enough for dozens of babies, so he punched the stop button.

The video wall went blank, and all he could hear was the slap of water and far off c***drens voices "Baiser Moi..... me….me… please… fuck me please" they called as they swam away....

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An Evening in Paris

Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to be compressed in time? I have an expression I use; “I spent a week there one night.” I had one of those weeks happen to me about 30 years ago. It is something I will never forget. I look upon it today and feel it was one of the best times in my life. It was also a test for me and my wife with our open relationship. The time it happened we had been married about 12 years. When I met this young lady, she caused a spark that almost...

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Sixthirty Sleeper to Paris

Harry hated flying. He always travelled across continental Europe by train just to avoid flying. He looked around the waiting lounge in Rome's central rail station. It was busier than he expected. He'd never known a sleeper service this busy. The conductor called for holders of first-class ticket with priority boarding on the overnight service to Paris. Harry stood and walked over to him, dragging his luggage trolley in his wake, and handed over his ticket. "Busy service tonight," he said...

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Youll Always Have Paris

The harvest moon shines down on me as I duck through a hole in a fence that was once at least partially mine. I look around to make sure no one is out here to see me. Except for the occasional sounds of the farm animals and the insects, the night is silent so I move on. I cross into the cornfield and notice that the corn is already thick and very high. I try very hard not to make any noise as I stealthily move through the stalks of ripenening corn. In the center of the field there's a small...

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Insane masturbation to Paris HIlton yesterday

Felt like a big Paris day and wanted to have a MASTURBATION-THON so I wrote down everything.Started at 8AM and came to a pic of her in my sisters Star magazine at 8:259:43 started again to her on a DVR TMZ episode. Big load11:33 Saw new pics I found and loaded in Paris pic section. Dropped TWO loads back to back on Paris.I guess masturbating so much I continue to be horny. 12:40 watching One Night in Paris Vid. Come to Paris at 12:56.2:03 blow my load to Paris on a printed pic of her in white...

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Paris

Paris. "We'll always have Paris." Oh please! Have you no concept of why the English and Americans, who have hardly ever been to Paris or at best spent no more than a day in it, come up with bullshit like that? Or of why the most famous French quotation about Paris, in a country not known for its early risers, is "Paris appartient ? ceux qui se l?vent t?t."? There was an English joke that hinted at the truth: "How many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris?" The answer was "I don't kn...

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A sexy weekend in Paris

Ian glanced across at Susie. He looked at her in profile, her beautiful young face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair. Aware of his look, Susie turned her head slowly towards him. Her small, white, even teeth glistened as she flashed him a delicious smile, a smile that made his heart thump and his cock jerk. For a moment, he was distracted by the French countryside flashing by behind her head as the Eurostar train they were on rushed towards Paris. Looking at...

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A Night in Paris

author’s note: this story gets rather extreme… I’m not sure why, I think that maybe I just really don’t like Paris Hilton and it started coming out in the story or something… but if you’re looking for a nice, sweet story involving her having romantic sex… uh… I’d wait for someone else to write it. it’s not here. * * * * * ‘Oh my god,’ exclaimed Ted, his bright blue eyes riveted to some amazing scene across the room. ‘What?’ asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks...

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Paris Match The Soundtrack

Paris Match The SoundtrackTrack 1 Paris Match (Style Council)My flight touched down shortly after seven in the evening. I grappled with my small suitcase and the emotions of both fear and excitement. I was anxious to clear the chaos of airport customs and head for the business district of Paris. It had been over twenty years since my last visit to the French capital and I had forgotten how rude people really were. Without much help from the natives I managed to find the correct train and...

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Paris Partie 1 sur 3

Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...

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Jean Exposed in Paris Chapter 3

I woke from a blissful nap, naked and splayed out on top of the bed.  My inner labia still swollen and lubricated from my afternoon activities.  I slowly sat up and was startled to find a brass Bellman’s cart placed near the foot of the bed holding a single garment bag.  A now familiar calligraphy-labeled note card sat on top of the comforter and a new bottle of opened champagne on the bedside table. I wondered if it was Michel who again let himself into the suite to deliver these newest...

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Naked in Paris

“Veronika, I love you.”I sat bolt upright, looking at my beloved Mistress. It truly felt as if an electric shock had passed through my body, and my eyes teared up. Finally, I looked down, bit my lip, then moved down the bed towards her feet and held my forehead to her right foot in a strong gesture of submission.She pulled me up to her and stroked my head. “Sit up, my lovely slave. Sit up and let me hug you, beloved, for you are that, too: slave and loved one, both.”I slowly moved up next to...

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Paula the orgy in Paris

A year ago I had to go to Paris for a few days. I took advantage of this to visit my friend, from my youth, whom I had not seen since the 90s of the last century, and who was my younger colleague at the Warsaw gang boss called Twardy. Joasia did not work at Twardy's companies, but she was one of his whores who, like me, at the beginning earned on the comfortable life of our boss by selling their bodies to foreigners in Warsaw hotels.At the time I am writing I was 21 years old but Asia was only...

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Salt and Pepper Sugar and Spice Chapter 8 Two Girls in Paris

Salt and Pepper, Sugar and Spice Chapter 8 Two Girls in Paris On Monday, Jason walked into the apartment, and said to Ronnie, "Well, how long do you want to spend in France?" "Why?" "Well, I have all summer. They didn't understand, and figured that the job wasn't that important to me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. With their attitude, I figure I wouldn't have been happy there any way." Ronnie wrapped her arms...

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How I Came To Be Me Part 2 Paris

I'd been working out religiously for four months, eating better, feeling good about myself. I could feel and see the changes in my body as did others. I wasn't the plain girl next door anymore. I was fit and becoming more confident. People complimented me asking if I'd lost weight; they could see it in my face. Guys asked me out who weren't losers. I was loving my new body. The changes I'd made boosted my confidence through the roof. Before, when someone screwed up my coffee order, I'd...

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My Pretty Little Slaves Chapter 14 Beckys gift to Ben a fashion show trip to Paris and New York City Part Two

Sarah, 37, Mother of Becca, 5'9 White, Blonde Green Eyes 36D breasts Soyeon Kim, 32, Dry Cleaners wife, 5'2, Asian, Black hair and eyes, 34C breasts Chin Ho Kim, 40, Dry Cleaner owner with Soyeon, 5'7, Asian with 5” cock Caillum, 46, Jet Airplane Pilot, 6'2 ,white, 8” cock Randee, 36, wife of Caillum, 5'8, white, Red Hair Blue Eyes, 38C breasts Reba, 16. daughter of Randee, 5'4, white, Red Hair Green Eyes, 36D breasts Karen, 36, neighbor of Crystal's, 5'8, white, Blond Hair...

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The Judgement of Paris

Gene Hargreaves sat in the back of the evening Western Lit class listening to the professor’s lecture. Typical prof: short black hair, round face, built like a fireplug, looked like he worked out in his spare time, Genes, plaid shirt. Papers littered his desk.“The first book, or actually poem, we’ll read is one of the seminal works of Western literature, even of Western art, yes, even of world art, the Iliad of Homer. This is the story of how one of the greatest wars of antiquity, the Trojan...

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Dun and Dusted Part I Book 7 of Poachers Progress Chapter 7 Paris The Sorbonne

August 15th 1832. Mimi and I left London, leaving the children at Kensington Palace, and travelled directly to Paris. Mollie and Caroline had barely noticed our departure, as they, along with the rest of the females at the palace, were so enthralled by Lieutenant Darcy Algernon Grenville Fitzhugh that nothing took pride of place in their lives but him. When Mimi and I entered the nursery to bid them farewell all the girls could talk about was ‘Uncle Darcy’ taking them riding the following...

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Mistis Adventures Part 164

After they had finished their shower, they returned to the bed. Chloe was pretty well satisfied after all she had done, and had done to her, and asked to be allowed to watch Julia and Carl make love. "You two are the sweetest, most loving couple I've met in my life. I'd enjoy watching you two get it on."They happily told her that they would enjoy putting on a show for her.Julia laid on the bed and Carl was beside her, but, only for a moment. He kissed her as hard as he could, without hurting...

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A Fresh StartChapter 164 Kurdish Aftermath

I called a meeting of the National Security Council for Monday morning the 8th. For the first time in months, we had an abundance of smiles around the table, and I possessed one of them. I wanted this damn mess over and done with, before it defined my Presidency like it had once defined George Bush’s. We started with a quick briefing on whatever was new from Richard Clarke. Nothing much had come up overnight. Saddam and Qusay were now confirmed dead, and Uday was on the run, though he was...

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Dance of a LifetimeChapter 164 The Last Nationals

One of the nicest things to Sophia and Warren about their last ever National Championships was where it was being held--Boston. The two of them still kept active in the online skating community. Sophia was responding to a post on the mailing list about what hotel skaters would be staying in while in Boston. "None, half of them!" Sophia told the folks on the list. "Warren and I are staying at home, as are Ryan and Amy. Tom's staying at Warren's parents' house. You guys'll have to just...

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Deputy PorterChapter 164

"Twelve hundred." he said. I looked him in the eye and repeated, "When I said it. it was my final offer, I meant it. Don't came back tomorrow and say you will take it." I headed to the door. "I want to see the color of your money first," he said. I wanted to tell him what a fuck he was. I also wanted to tell him that his wife had good sense, but what I did was pull out my wad of hundreds. "Satisfied?" I asked. "You are a smart mouthed bitch, I could just take the money," he...

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Maxine Stones New LifeChapter 164 Egg Sandwich Hold the Drama Please

When I got to the parking lot, about two hours later, Gwen hurried out after me. "What the hell was that all about with the social worker?' she asked. "To be honest I'm not sure. She may really be concerned about Cheryl, or she might just be trying to stake out her turf. Either way, she and Cheryl need to decide what they want to do." I said seriously. "I know, we can't have that woman making noises," Gwen said. "Maybe it's time to cool it with Cheryl." "If I cooled it any...

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Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 164 Phantoms Reality

(At the mansion in Yokohama) Gein: Ten days? Enishi: Yes. I gave him my declaration of war this morning. (Gein is working at a bench covered in grisly instruments: scalpels, pliers, mallets and other such tools.) Gein: Was that wise? The others won't like it. Enishi: It'll be fine. I'll persuade them. More importantly, will you be ready in ten days? Will it? Gein: Leave that to me. I'll give this my all. When the time comes, I'll show you a work of art. Enishi: I look forward to...

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Jokes and GigglesChapter 164

HOW VERY TRUE! My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.Coli Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then. We all took PE ... And...

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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 164 Liaison Meeting Pipeline Mathematics

Sunday, May 1, 2005 (Continued) Julia started the meeting off with, "I'll begin by saying that I had a few wrong ideas when I started the Liaison system. The biggest error I made was wanting every suitable girl at school to fall for Mark, to want to chase him, and to treat him the way I thought they should. That caused me far too much frustration and work. So many girls failed to understand how wonderful he is that I felt I was banging my head against a brick wall most of the time. I...

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Arlene and JeffChapter 164

Jennie walked into the alcove just as Arlene sat in her father's lap. When the kiss was over, the young wife stood, her eyes locked with Jeff's. "There's a suite right there," she said, pointing vaguely. Diana came to her feet. "I think that's a wonderful idea." Jeff grinned as he stood, "Well, it's not as if I'm going to complain." The Queen walked behind, a smile on her face, as Jeff, with Jennie on one side and Arlene on the other, their arms around the Prime, started for...

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BJJones the Story of My LifeChapter 164

The auction required a letter of credit from the bank and a certified check in the amount of 5 million made out to the Bank of New York as a deposit to be able to bid. The check was written on one of our escrow accounts. They were the owner's representative and were conducting the auction. Most likely the owner had other major financing with them or an open line of credit and the property was collateral. Jeanna had delivered the check at ten. I was surprised that she did not come to the...

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Lauras Story an Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 164

The following evening, when Laura was returning from work, she ran into Kendra in the foyer. It appeared that Kendra had been waiting for her. Part of Laura sagged, merely from the fatigue of work, but part of her also frothed with sexual excitement. She and Kendra had no dull moments together. "Hi, kiddo," Kendra said, pulling her aside before she could head for the elevators. "You were a little loud last night," she whispered. Laura remembered how Cecilia had cried out sharply a few...

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Double TwistChapter 164

15 “Governments have always tried to crush reform movements, to destroy ideas, to kill the thing that cannot die. Without regard to history, which shows that no Government have ever succeeded in doing this, they go on trying in the old, senseless way.” —Emmeline Pankhurst, My Own Story WE GOT TO THE THEATER at ten and set our charts on the stands that were in the middle of the space with a couple of chairs and stools. The audience risers had apparently been pulled out by a night crew...

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Jokes and Giggles Part TwoChapter 164

From a Friend of J & G A guy goes into a public washroom and has to use the only available urinal, between two elderly men. He glances to his left and sees the guy pissing, but there are two streams. “What the hell is that?” he asks. “War wound. I took a bullet in the penis in North Africa. They were able to save my dick but they had to leave two holes” Then the guy looks to his right and sees ... three streams! “What the hell is that?” “War wound. Germany, bullet in the penis, left...

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BJ Jones the Story of My Life Book 2Chapter 164

The Russian group went to the other meeting room while we went to the Oval Office. I waited and finally asked ‘‘We only have a few minutes. You have heard the package, what’s it worth to get that many missiles destroyed, to see those submarines never go on another patrol?’’ ‘‘The nuclear limits by yield will allow us to reduce the number of our older missiles and replace them with newer more accurate dial a yield missiles and stay with the new numbers by total launch systems,’’ I said. ‘‘I...

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Incredible ChangesChapter 164 Touristy Things

So, with this herbal pill Molly gave me I will feel good, but I won’t cum or get hard. Will that actually still stop me from attracting girls who might be interested in having sex with me? After packing up we checked out before hearing from the airbase toward the Budweiser Brewery. Molly wanted to do the tour before we got back on the road. I was surprised when they didn’t bat an eye at us taking the tour without any adults chaperoning us. They even offered us small samples of the various...

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There and BackChapter 164 Being Left Behind

The time seemed to pass faster after Aedan left – or perhaps it was just not jumping from crisis to crisis every moment. I did paperwork, sparred, read dry political treatises, got to know my staff and my soldiers as individuals, hired a variety of family members of current staff to round out our numbers, made decisions on what parts of the Keep to renovate next and how much of our significant but not unlimited budget to spend on it. I spent time with Nathaniel; he quizzed me, on everything...

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Daze in the ValleyChapter 164

"You'll love what I have in mind!" Katey gushed. "Let me guess, Las Vegas has a baseball team," Adam remarked. Katey offered him a glare worthy of anyone who shared his bed. She was good at glaring. "Do I appear to be that predictable?" she asked. "Uh, yeah," Adam answered with a laugh. "I have two words for you, Mister," Katey began. "I know, 'bite me, '" Adam interrupted. They were talking in low whispers because Sarah had already shushed one group for discussing plans...

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A Rainy Night in Paris Ch 01

Preface It had been raining all day. It was a grey, steady, depressing rain that seemed to wash all the colours from the city, reminding you just how much of the city was built of stone, solid gray and unyielding. Paris had survived the rule of Louis XIV, had watched her citizens rebel in the French Revolution. She had been witness to the German tanks on the Champs Elysées, the very same streets that Napoleon had marched on. But today she was shrouded in rain, bearing witness to beginnings and...

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A BiAmerican in Paris Ch 11

Meagan called me into her office for two reasons. First to let me know that her time was up in the Paris office, the second reason was to tell me that I had a meeting with the prospect in Nice this Wednesday. ‘Walt it has been great working with you and you have a done an excellent job here. Keep up the good work and I’m sure that you will be made partner when your Paris stint is over.’ Meagan was so professional that she did not even mention the great sex we had over the past several months....

2 years ago
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An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

Another beautiful day dawned over the city of Paris with the sun shining brightly. In the streets below our balcony, people trudged home from working the graveyard shift or partying all night, and delivery trucks and trash pick-ups maneuvered slowly through the city. I lay in bed looking at Shelley, my lover, next to me sleeping. In the early morning sun, she looked like an angel curled up naked for me to behold. I marveled at her beauty preserved for all these years. Her skin was so soft. Her...

1 year ago
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The Island Resort of Paris

The pop star Britney Spears had been wishing for a vacation. When someone liked her needed to get away, there was one person whom to get a hold off: billionare heiress Paris Hilton. Sure enough, Paris suggested a getaway on a private, remote resort on a small South Pacific island with a few friends of Paris' choosing. Britney quickly agreed to that plan, feeling a private resort in a tropical paradise was the perfect place to unwind. By the next day, Britney had snuck out of her house a few...

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An Unlikely Business Meeting in Paris

The taxi pulled up at Brussels Midi and Rose stepped out into a small puddle of water. She smiled at her own misfortune, which was common. The whole square had one puddle, and it just so happened that this was where she would put her stiletto. Somehow, despite her best efforts, complete elegance always eluded her but she accepted her flaws, as they were a reminder of her many blessings and as far as flaws go, the odd puddle was nothing to complain about. Rose walked calmly through the station...

Love Stories
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Well Always Have Paris1

When the taxi lurched to a sudden stop, Diana nearly fell off the back seat."Voila!" the driver said, his right hand gesturing at the hotel entrance.Not much of an entrance, Diana thought. Well, she'd wanted the Left Bank and now she had it. When she climbed out of the taxi, she could see the St. Germain des Pres church up ahead, which made her feel much better. The hotel might be small, but at least here she was in the midst of youthful memories.The driver happily carried her two bags into the...

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An Evening in Paris Ten Years Later Part 4

Another beautiful day dawned over the city of Paris with the sun shining brightly. In the streets below our balcony, people trudged home from working the graveyard shift or partying all night, and delivery trucks and trash pick-ups maneuvered slowly through the city. I lay in bed looking at Shelley, my lover, next to me sleeping. In the early morning sun, she looked like an angel curled up naked for me to behold. I marveled at her beauty preserved for all these years. Her skin was so soft. Her...

Love Stories
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Ah Paris From Bridgets Nights

(I do enjoy it when Bridget drops by and spends the evening relating more of her experiences to me. This time she concentrated on tales of her times passing through Paris. If you have never met my little Irish vampiress before you can find my changes to the vampire mythos pretty well explained by her in the first chapter of "Bridget's Nights". Thank you Marian for taking time to read the story and offer suggestions and corrections.) I flung open the doors leading out onto the balcony. The...

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