Chapter 15

Madeleine doubted that she would ever get over her timorousness at a first appointment with a new patron. Perhaps in time, when, and if, one became seasoned, a certain callousing metamorphosis took place, but so far in her short career she'd noted no such mutation. In fact, at the moment, standing in the luxurious living-room of Julian Forrest's elegant suite before the appraising, lecherous eyes of the handsome Inspector, she sensed a tiny shiver begin at the calves of her legs to creep up over the satin-smooth flesh of her body and along her spine in an emotional blend of trepidation and sensual anticipation. The latter somatic reaction surprised her, but she couldn't seem to help herself; his imposing masculinity just seemed to set her off in a carnal manner she could never recall experiencing before.

"Ah, my pet, you're very punctual," he said, smiling and moving toward her with the suave charm and dash of a cavalier, "and even more lovely than I remember... if that's possible."

"You're too flattering, Inspector," she replied as he took her soft, long-fingered hand inside his large, strong one, while the other moved tantalizingly along the warm, smooth skin of her arm almost to her shoulder, his fingertips brushing beneath to tease at the velvety, erogenous flesh at the pit of her underarm. The erotic sensation took her completely by surprise and she made a little unintentional gasping sound.

Her reaction pleased as well as excited him and he drew her closer, slipping his arms around her slender waist. Madeleine looked up at him, her dark eyes unable to conceal her own arousal. He held her gently but firmly, until she felt her full, erect breasts flattening against his chest and then his hands were moving downward to encompass the round full orbs of her buttocks possessively.

"Let's dispense with the formalities, cherie," he whispered in English, his strong hands teasing and massaging the smoothness of her buttocks, ever drawing her closer into the solid strength of his loins.

Once more, his overwhelming charm completely captivated her, raising another little gasp in her throat. Ohhhh... for certain, she was going to enjoy this... He lowered his head slowly, completely engulfing her soft, wet mouth with his own lips, his tongue sliding between her lips and against her teeth, sending an ungovernable tremor rippling over her. He held her almost crushingly, his large hands hot and moving as they pressed into the spheres of her buttocks, forcing her pelvis tighter to him, his height placing the still unhardened bulge of his penis snug against the softness of her belly.

An unexplainable, little sense of injured pride at his lack of immediate penial response to the physical contact of her body caused Madeleine to begin a barely perceptible undulation of her belly and pelvis as she opened her mouth to the exploration of his tongue... and then he was slowly drawing her down onto the davenport, one massive hand moving to cup her full, round breast, squeezing and kneading it gently.

"Ohhh... ohhh," she moaned purposely, but not wholly with pretense. "Y-You're not a lover who believes in wasting time, cheri." She squirmed suggestively beneath his hands.

"There's hardly time to be wasted in this life, ma chere." he half whispered, his hands investigating her soft, curvaceous body as he leaned above her and played with her face with his tongue.

A barely audible whimpering sound escaped her, and suddenly she was alive with sensation. His hands, his tongue, his whole body and actions were setting her aflame with lewd, lascivious desire. God, she couldn't remember ever feeling more wanton... or a more urgent need for sexual fulfillment...

"Do you like to fuck?" he asked her, his face scant inches above her own, and his sincere, sensual use of the lewd word causing immediate prurient sensations to come alive and ripple through her excitedly.

"Oui... oui, I do cher," she answered quickly, without the slightest trace of pretense, "When I have such a lover as you."

He chuckled warmly. "You are a clever little girl, ma chere. You know the many ways to excite a man... but I fear you have yet to know Julian Forrest." He continued to smile down into her face. He kissed the tip of her nose and his great hand went on caressing her breast through her clothing.

Madeleine squirmed beneath his gentle, but stimulating touch. She was not ashamed at her obviously growing desire; instead, she was pleased and satisfied that she would have to put on no airs for this man whom she wanted physically... sexually, as was so often the situation in this new-found profession she had temporarily chosen. But, she wasn't about to wait much longer... She slipped her arms up and around his neck, drawing him down to her kiss, forcing her tiny pink tongue into his mouth as she writhed against him.

Finally, she said: "Make love to me, cheri."

"How?" he whispered hotly into her mouth.

"However you choose?"

"You... you say that so flippantly," he hissed down at her.

"B-Because that's the way I feel," said Madeleine, trailing her hand down over his chest toward his loins... moving over his flat, hard stomach to the front of his trousers, her long, sensuous fingers seeking and exploring with gentle tenseness... at last to discover his still flaccid member lying docile inside the protection of his clothing.

Her brow knitted and she stared up at him. He dropped his eyes and looked away; finally, he turned from her and sat upright on the edge of the chesterfield, his back to her.

"I-I'm sorry, cherie. I... I had no right asking you to come here... not a warm blooded, normal young woman such as you. It was a cruelty on my part... but then, you see, I didn't expect to regard you differently from the others." Suddenly, he arose and walked toward a small corner bar. "What would you like... scotch, bourbon, a gimlet, perhaps?"

Madeleine raised to a supporting elbow. Something inside her felt terribly denied, but as well had curiosity along with a certain anger gripped her. She ran her tongue over her full lower lip. "I'm afraid I don't understand, M'sieu'," she heard herself say rather sharply. "I was under the impression that you... you desired my company..."

"Oh God... and you were so right... so right, ma chere." He began to blend drinks, finally, carrying back two glasses. He seated himself on the edge of the couch and handed her one.

She took it and tasted it. It was a gimlet. She preferred scotch. Well, whatever the hell it was, she needed it. She said: "Why did you invite me here?"

"I wanted you," he replied simply.

"Wanted me... ?"

He turned to face her quickly, his handsome face breaking into a smile, then a laugh... a harsh, almost brittle laugh. "I confuse you completely, don't I? Yes... of course, I do. All right... it's time for explanations I suppose. Why not?" He continued to smile down at her. "Ordinarily, I never explain my dilemma... but to you, I shall." He sipped at his drink. "You see, ma chere, the war was not kind to me. Oh, not any of these modern wars, but the second great war... it eliminated my manhood... not my desire, you understand, only my ability to be a man. The physicians were understanding, kind, and expert for their time... but they couldn't undo what a piece of shrapnel had done. They could provide the flaccid entities, the appearance of masculinity... but there was no way on God's green earth they could make them function... Unfortunately, that little chunk of shrapnel could only tear the flesh from my loins... and not the desire from my brain."

Madeleine gaped at him. Her stomach knotted and her heart went out to him. Unconsciously, her hand reached for his. She clutched and squeezed. Suddenly, she said: "You have no sons... no wife... nothing but me, do you, cheri?"

He turned quickly, rage in his eyes... but it melted before her as she looked up at him, and in its place came glistening tears. He didn't answer and it was then that she managed to sit up beside him, take his face between her hands and kiss his mouth warmly. Then, she pressed him backwards, down where she had lain, and she kissed him again, even as her fingers began to unbutton his coat and shirt, and tug at his tie.

She undressed him slowly, almost teasingly, kissing his naked flesh wherever she bared it.

"My God!" he groaned. "I'll give you a thousand dollars..."

"Shhhhh," she whispered, grasping at the band of his shorts as he raised his hips. Slowly, she slid them down off his muscular legs, the sight of his massive, limp prick lying unmoving against the heavy testicles beneath arousing wild new delights inside her. She could only imagine what an impressive, dynamic organ it would be were it possible for it to rise to the occasion. Yet, there was something sadistic and masochistic in the fact that it could not... that there was no way she could fulfill herself upon it... that this handsome specimen of masculinity was suddenly and completely subservient to her in his shame, and something akin to motherhood swelled up inside her, until spontaneously, she took the thick lifeless instrument into her hand and fell upon it with kisses.

He raised up and forced her back in his place, slowly, teasingly undressing her. She felt him lift her up and the long zipper of her dress being drawn provocatively down her back. She closed her eyes, not thinking, assisting him wherever necessary with the proper movements of shoulders and hips, raising and lowering, not knowing why, feeling his gentle hands behind her once more as they unfastened her bra, then, the cool rush of air as her throbbing nipples were completely exposed to him... and she heard him gasp and felt his great hands enclose them hotly, kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples almost painfully between his fingers, until finally his hot, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and rolling the sensitive bud maddeningly... and then the other in the same manner, his long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow valley that separated them... and her stomach muscles tensed as his tongue slithered down her naked flesh, dipping momentarily into her navel... taunting it while his hands continued to massage her now aching breasts... and then, his hands left them, drawing down along her ribs to her hips, his fingers catching the waistband of her sheer white panties... and she raised herself, her eyes still tightly closed. Once more, she felt the cool rush of air as it brushed against her warm vibrant thighs and loins; she obediently raised her legs, allowing him to slip the wispy little garment down the long ivory columns... her eyes clenched pleasurably shut, her breathing catching spasmodically in her throat causing her breasts to rise and fall with a quivering wondrous delight that was spurring Julian Forrest's libido to almost agonizing proportions.

He was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of her as she lay naked in her desire before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines... rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs... and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvetlike, raven-hued, silken hair sparsely covering the juncture of her slightly spread thighs and belying the golden tresses that tumbled about her shoulders. The thin, pink, hairlined slit running the length of her open loins caused his mouth to go dry. Christ! The inhuman torment of his affliction! He'd go mad... ! His tongue moistened his thin lips as he raised his head to watch the glazed expression in her now open, exotic eyes.

Madeleine returned his gaze, neither able nor wanting to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite within. Lord, she had never felt this way with a man, any man... not even Antoine, her husband! Why? His touch was like a thousand volts of electrical current surging through her, causing a myriad of tiny explosions to burst inside her loins and belly, until of their own volition her hands moved to her breasts caressingly, thumbs and forefingers taunting and rolling their hardened nipples wantonly.

God, what's done this to me? Certainly nothing I've drank, or taken internally? I've never felt so... so whorish in my life! My God, I can't believe it! Why? He's just another man... or is he? Can it be it? The fact that he can't perform... the fact that he's alive with desire inside and can't fulfill himself... Mon Dieu! Am I becoming some horrible kind of sadist... ?

Julian Forrest sucked in his breath at the unbelievable, enchanting sight before him. He had enjoyed many, many young women in his own necessarily resourceful ways, but never had there been anyone like this... never a morsel so lovely, so responsive. Dear Christ, if only his cock could leap to the challenge... how he would fill her hot little belly then... But that was wishful thinking; even so, he could feel the blood pouring into its knob hotly and knew that little driblets of thick, white seminal fluid were seeping from its soft, helpless glans.

Suddenly, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hair- lined cunt-lips, he tenderly spread the vertical slit open until its moist, coral lusciousness was parted to him and his mouth fell agape at its glistening, bejeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner thighs quiver against the backs of his hands and heard her breath catch deep down in her gasping throat. Skillfully, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clitoris, but this time licking out with the tip of his hot, wet tongue, and he felt the erotic response of his touch jolt through her convulsively.

"Oooohhh... Ooohhhh, Darling, Darling..." she moaned, raising her head to gaze down with passion-filled eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried between her widespread thighs. Then, he was smiling up at her, the first traces of an evil gleam coming to life in his now wildly excited eyes, and causing the initial spasm of frightened, if, depraved lust that would overwhelm and seize complete control of her before the day was over. "Ooohhh!" she spasmed once more as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly, and again his face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her open legs as he showered wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed vaginal fissure, his tongue flicking serpent-like at the palpitating opening.

Suddenly, a prodigious sensation of power raced through her and she thrust her loins upward toward his mouth. "Yes... yes! Lick it!" she heard herself hiss down at him as her hands entangled themselves in his hair and she endeavored to pull him tighter into her. "Lick my cunt! Ooohhh... lick and suck it, Darling... !"

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head began to roll from side to side as his hot, searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clitoris. "Oooohhhh," she moaned again while his lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the shelter of his gently biting mouth, and his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her open cunt.

From then on, Forrest worked hungrily, running his tongue up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and pressing its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it sought out the tiny puckered hole of her anus, laving it wetly and raising deep, husky groans from her chest. Subconsciously, she lifted her legs, drawing her thighs back until her knees touched her breasts, raising her hips and buttocks to his delightful assault, and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting passionately from between her lips.

She was a queen being humbly serviced by a lowly slave... her eunuch... his only desire to please her... to lick and suck her cunt, or whatever other perversion she could think of... ! Mon Dieu! I'm losing my mind with the wicked lust he's causing to build inside me!

Beautiful, lovely cunt! thought Forrest. Oh, you exciting little bitch! Now... already, you're mine to play with... Yes, Yes... all mine... completely at my mercy!

Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, quivering lips of her excited pussy. Already, she was too far beyond the point of stopping him from anything he chose to do to her, or demanded that she do to him. Now, it was near time to get out his assortment of dildos. He couldn't keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his mouth back to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. Again he parted the soft yielding pubic hair and thrust his tongue into the velvety-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize mercilessly the ragged pink edges throbbing between her widespread legs.

Madeleine whimpered aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her lustfully squirming loins.

She must not cum, he mused as he sucked... must only work herself up to that crucial, mind-shattering point... but she must never cum, or else his own sadistic climax would be ruined. She must beg and plead and squirm like an animal while he tormented her, and she must suck his dangling, flaccid prick as it hung above her face... yes... yes, now it was time for that... !

Once more, she cried aloud as she felt him pulling from her grasp, then the strange movements of his muscular body, until suddenly his loins were above her face, his long limp cock dangling down only inches above her mouth, his heavy, hair-covered balls swaying between his wide-spread thighs, and she clutched at his buttocks to pull him down to her, her wet, ruby lips opening to receive the massive purple head of his helpless, pendulous cock, while he rammed his tongue deep into her moist, pink vagina, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening in a wild sucking performance that seemed to draw at her very entrails.

She moaned passionately around the limp flesh of his prick, lifting her head and slipping her mouth further up onto it in her insane effort to absorb all of it into her mouth and throat. Maddeningly, she slashed at the soft, fleshy rod with her tongue, working the foreskin back by pulling with thumb and forefinger at its wide base, simultaneously sucking strongly at its head as one might in drawing the fruit of a grape from its skin; then she cupped his great balls in both hands, massaging and squeezing them as she ground her cunt hungrily and lasciviously up into his face.

Forrest could feel the wet, gently throbbing flesh of her cuntal passage slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion of its own, as if it were attempting to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it.

Madeleine was nearly lost in the lust-inspired rapture of the moment. Wildly, she sucked at the limber prick in her mouth, swallowing it into her throat and letting him pull it free, only to repeat the act, while every muscle in her lovely desire-wracked body tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening, searching tongue between her legs.

Oh God, she must make him happy... fulfill him as he was her! She must earn her fee... oh good Lord! It'd never been like this with anyone! It was beautiful... she loved it... loved him... loved everyone... ! Ohhhh, Igat, Igat... my baby... for you... it's for you... yes, yes... Oh, suck it... suck it, Lover! "Ummmmmmm," she moaned around his prick in her mouth, her drawn-up legs opening and closing around the tormenting head that held the gluttonously slashing tongue licking at her inflamed-seared cunt. The cords of her neck and thighs stood out as savagely she sucked and pulled at his long, flaccid prick in eager response to the delight he was bringing her.