Episode 75: Ooh La La

Paris, France! Time to check in on a certain Momma’s Boy Gone Wild!

10:05 PM!

“Big Dog to Inch Poodle! Cum in Inch Poodle!”

“You are most a riot, Big Doggy.”

“Thanks, my Israeli Backup!”

“More like a Big Dummy!” A female voice was heard in the background. “Stop goofing around like you’re in a Mission Impossible movie. You’re no Ethan Hunt. Ethan Cunt maybe!” Fellow student and newly appointed spy Solstice Mellencamp did giggle to herself at Elliot Needy’s clever remarks. The nerd always had her in stitches even if she masked her amusement well. A trait her father, a mob boss taught her.

“Hey! You snuck away from your hot ass Hitwoman.”

“Peta had a date. She made me promise to stay home. As if! I had Brahms distort our apartment cameras and alarms so I could sneak out.”

“Nice! I’ll get the job done as fast as I can and get out. Curfew breaking is getting tougher. But that’s why we have Lullaby Boy to fudge our entry and exit times. As long as nobody sees us, we’re In like Flint.”

“Another old spy movie.” Brahms interrupted! “I enjoyed that one. Especially how he had pet Dobermans.” James Coburn was the best back in the day.

“He did? I don’t remember that. Wasn’t it German Shepards?”

“Our Man Flint had those. I think!”

“KNOCK IT OFF!”

“My dad used to say Flint wore Hush Puppies. Close enough!” Neither boy truly knew what they were even talking about. Rambling at best!

“Besides it was Matt Helm with Dean Martin that had the dogs.” Solstice growled! “My great grandfather knew the actor from his days in Las Vegas.”

“I preferred Jerry Lewis.”

“Ugh! Just do this job already.”

“Car is coming! Right on time just like last week. It’s that police guy Ms. LaPute dominates. As soon as he gets buzzed in, I’ll tailgate his bumper through the gates like I did last time.” Hidden away until the last possible second, he heard the buzzer just before the gates began to shift. Brake lights ceasing a brilliant red glare Elliot made his move. Hugging the bumper at a low slumped over angle he managed to get inside the property with his backpack of tricks.

“I’m not making the same mistake twice. No bath in the frog pond this time.” He raced to keep up with the car rather than take to the bushes within. When he was running out of options Elliot broke away and finally hid behind a tree. He made certain his backpack couldn’t be seen in peering around as the car parked and shut its engine off. Cell camera ready Elliot recorded the driver as he exited his car. “Shit! I always forget they drive on the passenger side over here.” A swift deviation he captured the very same Police Lieutenant as the last time. This time however he paused in closing his door and took his coat off.

“Is he stripping?”

Sure enough, Lieutenant Timothee Dafoe peered around as if expecting eyes. With only frogs croaking and crickets in the shadows he found himself convinced he had no voyeurs. His taking time to pause prompted something unexpected. Over a speaker in Brigitte LaPute’s compound came the loud sounds of a clock ticking. Cursing heard, Dafoe hurried to lose his clothing. He even popped his trunk to throw his clothing into it. Standing totally nude with a timid erection Dafoe shivered until the ticking stopped.

“What’s going on Elliot?” Solstice asked over the spy Bluetooth in his ear.

“Shhh!” Ceasing his video he quickly sent it to Brahms Zoabi who in turn shared it with Solstice. Radio silence resumed as Elliot began recording again. “What is going on here? This didn’t happen last time.”

Dafoe faced the house when a narrow spotlight illuminated from the roof of Brigitte’s home. Seeing it Elliot froze fearing she might shine it on him. Pitch darkness up on her roof he realized that there was a tiny room like a lookout tower. In all reality it was an old crow’s nest for an archer back when her estate was built in the 1700’s. Rebuilt in modern times she used it for her own benefit.

The beam of light zeroed in on Timothee’s cock and he suddenly took it as a hint to masturbate. Letting him abuse himself until fully erect the light moved away and toward the driveway. Dafoe stopped beating off and examined the light. The speaker then came back to life with the sound of a purring cat. Four separate meows were heard which sent Dafoe to his hands and knees.

“Holy fuck!” Elliot thought! “She’s stepping up her game. This guy might be a bigwig cop, but he’s scared of her.” The light on the asphalt of her driveway moved and Dafoe dramatically gave chase. It moved around as if a laser pointer and he pursued it with vigor. “This is priceless. I want to watch this shit, but I have to get moving.” Waiting until he knew for certain Dafoe nor Brigitte would witness him make a move Elliot darted through the darkness and around to the side of the mansion. Heartbeat racing Elliot paused a moment longer hugging the stone wall.

Dafoe had followed that light back to the front gate and stood facing the street. While a quiet area, cars did drive by if not sparsely. Standing up Dafoe held the gate with both hands and stood up on the metal below him until he hugged the barricade. His penis stuck straight out through to the other side. “This is fucking crazy.” New car lights approached, pulling into the estate and up to the callbox. Elliot then heard Brigitte speaking in French through the box. A man stepped out of his car and walked over to Dafoe who was brightly displayed by his headlights. Kneeling before Dafoe the driver sucked his dick.

“Why does everyone have to be gay? I mean this is Gay Paree but come on!” Recording stopped Elliot decided he needed to get moving. Following the structure of the estate he checked window after window along the ground. The place had more glass than he realized from the last time here, but it was raining that night. “There has to be at least one window unlocked.” Grr! Four more tried he was close to the window where he observed Brigette torture Dafoe last week. “Man, I have to get this done before mom flies in to serve Farouk. I want mom and Brigitte to play together. The only way I can make that a guarantee is to blackmail Ms. LaPute.”

A window unlocked Elliot pumped his fist. “I’m in!” he told Solstice. “I have more video I’ll send after I set up the hidden cameras and recording bugs.”

“Copy! Don’t get caught.”

“LaPute is busy up on the roof. Unless there are visitors already inside, I should be good until her client is moved indoors. He’s busy getting blown by another guy out by the gate. Don’t ask!”

“Who is the other guy? Wait! Brahms is hacking LaPute’s gate camera. Holy crud! Brahms says the guy blowing Dafoe is his superior. Commissioner Arnaud Russeau! Ms. LaPute must have the entire police department on her leash.”

“Crazy!” Moving along his current room which looked to be only used for the storage of antiques, Elliot crept quietly into the hallway and counted doors in the dimly lit area. Reaching her torture chamber, he found the door unlocked and hurried inside. “In the torture room now. Setting up!”

Finding dark spots in the room he dug into his backpack for extremely tiny surveillance cameras. Four in total he made certain every direction was covered. Bugs were applied to scone lighting on the wall made to look like torches. “Installed! Can you hear me Brahms?”

“Loud and queer.” Brahms chuckled! “Two other cops showed up to suck off Dafoe. There are three of them sharing his cock at once.”

“Eww! I don’t need a mental image. I... “ Elliot froze at feeling something tapping on his shoulder. “Oh, fuck! I’m busted!” Turning around he found a pleasant if not terrifying face. “Giselle? How did you know I was here?” In his earpiece Solstice Mellencamp bulged her eyes with a gasp. In her mind this was the end until Giselle spoke if not in garbled French. As a deaf girl all of her life her speech was hardly perfect. Brahms knowing French fluently translated.

“I saw you running through the gate. I thought you were sneaking in to see me.” She smiled! “What are you doing in here?” Sign language much of it, Brahms luckily knew even that and used the cameras to feed Elliot her words.

Holding his heart Elliot went into actor mode. “I missed you.” A lunging hug held the blonde tightly. Aww! Once the tension wore off, he released her and kissed her on the forehead to calm any suspicions she might have. Wearing only a long t-shirt she raised it and took his hand. Placing it on her heart first, he sighed over her puffy nipples. “I love you too.” She smiled brightly at him then guided his hand to her abdomen. “Is someone frisky?”

“Dafoe the cat sure is.” Solstice laughed in his ear. “He’s still getting sucked off. Guys have left and other guys have shown up to keep his dick hard. Insanity!” Elliot simply chuckled! Then he wondered why Giselle held his palm over her tummy so long. Her unblinking gaze was just so magical.

“Belly ache?” He asked her slowly so that she could read his lips. With a frown she ended up pouting. Taking him by his free hand she forced him to follow her upstairs at a rapid pace, closing the torture chamber door behind her. A finger to her lips for silence she took him to her bedroom two floors up but stood outside the door. A point toward another rustic door Elliot guessed that one led to the attic and the roof. Yep! Pointing at the ceiling confirmed it. A first being inside the LaPute home he marveled at the Victorian decor. “I bet some of these antiques are worth a fortune.” No doubt!

Entering her bedroom Giselle hurried him inside and closed her door quietly so as not to alert her mother should she be listening. Being deaf she really had no concept of sound and how loud she might actually be. Looking at Elliot, she saw him calm so judged that she was alright. She left the door unlocked but Elliot motioned for her to lock it. Shaking her head no she lowered her hands to the hemline of her t-shirt and lifted it up and over her head. Nude she tossed it over her desk chair and ran into him toppling him over her mattress.

His backpack prevented comfort, so she assisted him in removing it and left the mattress long enough to stash it under her bed. With all of the surveillance equipment used outside of a few cameras it had at least thinned out concerning bulk. Diving back into bed Giselle fought him to get his clothes off. Shoes removed she stashed those under the bed as well. His pants, shirt, and boxers stripped away he laid there atop her bedding naked. The clothing was also hidden but those went to the blind side of her bed and onto the floor. Nervous as hell Elliot endured her seduction.

Giving him a blowjob Elliot fought moans, terrified that Brigitte might hear him. Bad enough, Giselle was mumbling loudly over deepthroating his erection. “God, I love this girl.” She certainly adored him. Five minutes expiring Elliot Needy was ready to nut like a beast. Just as he tensed up Giselle abandoned her mouth piece and climbed over his lap and installed his dick up into her vulva. Riding him with an unexpected vigor the box springs began squeaking. “OH, CRAP! Brigitte is going to hear us and barge in.”

Not taking no for an answer Giselle rode him hard until he lost his load up inside her. Just as he muffled his snarl, he heard the attic door open and close. Giselle let out a blood curdling distortion of a squeal as she accepted his detonation with glee. A motion toward the door he saw the knob turning. A quiet roll over left her on her back in bed. Elliot like a ninja slid off the bed on the side where his clothing lay and hid.

“Giselle? Is everything ... ah!” Brigitte stepped in and spotted her daughter naked and masturbating. As if not knowing her mother was there Giselle used her fingers to gather the creamy load from her pussy and suckled it from her fingers. “I suppose I cannot fault you for pleasuring yourself.” Playing along Giselle looked over at her mother and dropped her chin. Quickly using a pillow, she hid her nudity as if modest. “Forgive me sweetheart. I heard you cry out. I worried that you might have hurt yourself.” Sign language accompanied her vocalization. “I have company. Please stay in your room for the next hour.”

A nod from Giselle, Brigitte retraced her steps and left her daughter alone. If Giselle had locked her door her mother would have been cross with her. She was forbidden to hide away under lock and key. Giselle would explain this to Elliot before he left for the night. For now, Elliot rose cautiously to see Giselle on her belly facing him and kicking her feet in the air behind her. “You love living on the edge, don’t you?” He sneered at her playfully.

Nodding at him she lured him back up into bed and on top of her missionary style. Making love to her seemed like the right thing to do even if Solstice Mellencamp was bitching at him. At least he heard Brahms tell him that Brigitte and Dafoe were now in her torture chamber and on camera.

“Perfect! Now I can adore my girl here and enjoy her mom when I watch her home movies.” Lovely thrusts and tender kisses consumed them as Elliot nutted within Giselle a second time. Thankfully, her bedroom was not remotely close to any vent that they might be heard. His growl was a lot louder this time.

A bathroom needed Elliot pointed at the door then slowly mouthed “I need to pee.” True, but he also needed to talk with Brahms and Solstice without Giselle sensing betrayal. Directed to the restroom out in the hall he motioned her to return to her bed that he would be back for more. Giddy, she shuffled away and hopped back into bed to await his return. In the bathroom he whispered, “Sorry guys! I couldn’t talk with Giselle watching me. How goes the cameras and bugs I’ve installed?”

“Listen for yourself.” Brahms shared audio of Brigitte using a short whip on Dafoe as he was strung up spread eagle off of the floor. His French seemed upset. “He’s begging her to let him fuck her. Ms. LaPute is in no hurry. She’s wearing a strap-on dildo but using a sex machine on his asshole at the moment.”