Chapter 12

It was a nice little apartment, clean and unpretentious. Rafael had helped her find it, move her things unbeknownst to anyone, then made her a cocktail waitress in one of his night clubs. He came to sleep with her on Tuesday and Friday nights, leaving her the remainder of her time to use in whatever way she liked. Thank God, he wasn't a jealous man.

Madeleine had soon fallen into the routine; it was a way of life and she was not unhappy. He was good to her, she thought, as she lay beside his naked, muscular body in the gray hours of dawn. She left certain that he cared for her in his own way, but of course she was only his mistress and never could expect more. Nevertheless, he took her nice places to dine and once they had gone on holiday together; yes, there was a certain feeling she had for him, never love per se, but a sense of admiration and loyalty, as well as obligation... and he was a fine lover.

She rolled toward him, pressing her soft, warm, naked body against his and let her hand trail lightly down his hairy chest, over his flat hard belly to the pubic hair of his loins. There, she found his long, limp member in repose... sticky from their last night's love-making as she encircled it. He moaned in his sleep, his closed eyes flicking distractedly. She smiled and moved down his body, pushing the covers back off them as she went. In the faint light she studied the foreskin and the thickness of his still limp shaft fascinatedly. Slowly, she began to massage it with one hand while her other went beneath to cup and cradle his balls. It was strange how her own desire seemed to peak at this time of night-morning. He had inspired and taught her this because of their odd working hours, never getting home until nearly dawn, but last night had been hers off, and he had taken her to dinner and the theatre. After, they had been too tired for love, but now... Again, she examined and saw the tiny droplets seeping from its split tip. Tenderly, she stroked the uncircumcised foreskin down its now stiffening full length, then helped it return to cover the ever growing glans of its head.

"Pest," she heard him say softly.

She squeezed his cock tightly for answer, then dropped her lips, kissing the expanding purple head. She positioned her body so that he could see, then she kissed it again.

He groaned and she took it into her mouth, letting her lips move slowly, tightly and moistly down its shaft, her tongue working tauntingly as she lowered onto it; then, she raised with a strong sucking motion, tasting the pungent tang of it.

"Damn!" Rafael Girarde gasped.

Once more, she slid her mouth down, absorbing the heavy veined rod of flesh into the hot, wet cavern, her lips clasping tightly en route, her tongue beginning to aggravate beneath the sensitive head at its tip, until he blurted: "Christ, get up here so that I can get at you, you little minx!"

She crawled up beside him and rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. He kissed her and immediately her hand searched down between them, seizing his long, thick cock and guiding it between the soft, fleshy, hair-covered lips of her moist, ready cunt. She moaned up into his face, her eyes closed, her hips undulating, her loins wanting.

Mon Dieu! But she was a magnificent piece, he thought. At first, she had been cold... receptive, but cold... and now, it was as if she couldn't get enough. Something had happened to her that he couldn't comprehend... love maybe, or perhaps just appreciation. Whatever, he reveled in it. He eased his hips forward, not wanting to hurt her with that initial thrust, but the mouth of her cunt seemed to clasp and suck at his prick as if to gobble it into her, and suddenly he penetrated her with a rush, his mighty cock soaring right up into her to its very hilt.

She grunted aloud as his rod drove up her, tightly at first, almost a maiden tightness, hurtful to him along the solid flesh of his shaft, until he had stroked several times and her inner passage walls seemed to slowly lubricate and expand. Again, she whimpered beneath him, a little wail of mixed pleasure-pain. Then, he began to thrust until their pelvic flesh slapped resoundingly together, and she strained back under him, arching her naked loins up to his now ramming cock, his balls whacking into the split crevice of her buttocks, taunting her tiny, puckered anus with every stroke. She began to moan incessantly, her nails raking the flesh of his back feverishly. She bit at his lips, turned her face away, then came back to bite once again.

God... she must love him, he thought. But he had to keep his own head. He had a position to maintain... Christ, nothing could ever come of it; he couldn't let it! After all, she was only another little bitch! He had to keep her in her place... look out for himself...

"Put your finger in my ass, Cheri," she whispered passionately. "Quick! Put it in!"

His brain, as always, whirled at her lewd request. She could set him off like a satyr. He reached under her to the wet crevice between the luscious, white spread moons of her buttocks, spread them even further, found the tight crinkled ring of spongy flesh and dug in to the first knuckle.