Chapter 2

“So, until your wife arrives, how shall we entertain ourselves, oui?” Fleur winked at me as she answered her own question by slurping on my cock.

“Oh, God, girlie ... you ... live up to all of the best stereotypes about French girls ... fuck, yeah!” I told Fleur while stroking her hair and enjoying her mouth on my dick.

“Absolument! Some cliches are true, monsieur! At least about those of us who haven’t been ... brainwashed by American romantic comedies and Hallmark pop culture. There are some idiot ladies, even in France, who’ve bought into that worldview. I call them ‘Americanized’ or maybe ‘Anglicized,’ because the prudishness is a legacy of Queen Victoria and her influence over the Anglophone world. Prior to that influence, we in France were much more enlightened, especially before American cinema spread their lies,” Fleur scoffed at the not-so-subtle messages from Hollywood.

“Yeah, for all of the so-called ‘liberalism’ of Hollywood that the preachers like to complain about, it’s shockingly, and hypocritically I might add, a very conventional and conservative industry when it comes to its expressed worldview. Particularly in the romantic comedy genre, of course. That’s geared toward the tastes of its intended market: American women. Sorry if that’s ... rubbed off in a bad way in France. Trust me, I’m not happy about it in America, either. Nor are a lot of men, I venture to say,” I explained a bit further while enjoying Fleur’s favors.

“So, only ‘liberal’ from the perspective of these clergymen, oui?” Fleur asked as she now focused her tongue on the head of my prick.

“Yes, and those of their demented ilk,” I snorted while drinking some more cognac that she offered me.

“They all just need to get their dicks sucked in public. Where they can’t pretend that they’re not being sucked. And half of them by men, since probably half of them are secretly gay, oui?” Fleur winked at me as she proposed such a radical solution.

“I can definitely picture the reaction to that image. At least half would be headed to divorce court, the other half to very changed marriages, in any case, whatever else happened. I noticed that you didn’t call them ‘cocks,’ incidentally. Any reason for that, just curious?” I teased Fleur as she now climbed on top of me again.

“Because most of them probably have little dicks, maybe even dicklets, not manly cocks. They certainly have what some call... ‘small dick energy’ to them. Overcompensating, sanctimonious pricks, at least from what I have seen of your pop culture and television, not to mention social media. Just my impression as an outsider, a foreigner, if you will. None of our priests, Catholic or Protestant, are even half that pompous,” Fleur told me as she lubed up my cock and her asshole.

“You want anal, don’t you?” I teased Fleur, even as I slid the first inch or two of my dick into her derriere.

“OUI ... MONSIEUR! Mon Dieu! Fuck me! Fuck me ... fuck my ass!” Fleur urged me as I drove deeper and harder into her bottom.

Anal could certainly be tricky in the cowgirl position, of course. There was a distinct risk or two specific to this combo, I was sure of that, to be fair. Even so, I wasn’t about to turn down such delicious sodomy with this gorgeous, blonde young Frenchwoman. That was especially true as I fondled her buttocks and she moaned with pleasure on every stroke up her bum. Her pale cheeks felt so smooth and soft in my hands, very sensual to the touch. Her backdoor naturally caressed my cock all of the right ways.

“You seem to enjoy anal pretty well,” I noted as Fleur impaled her own body on my prick.

“Well, it is not my first time, my American lover ... I am not ... a virgin there, either. Why do you think that I clean it out so much? I do not want my lovers to ‘freak out,’ as you Americans say, when they see something that turns their stomachs. This way, my ... derriere, as we call it, is very clean and I can ... suck you straight from there, but only if you wish it, Monsieur Mark Clark, my fine new paramour,” Fleur managed to say before she became breathless ... and speechless for a little while.