With Kincaid's offer came the chance to fulfill Barry’s voyeuristic sexual fantasies, while at the same time satisfy Michele’s need for sexual adventure. For Michele, the opportunity for her to travel to Paris and live out a romantic adventure was what had ultimately led her to decide to pensively board the Air France jumbo jet, for she never knew about the money that now sat in Barry’s savings account, which was what had motivated him to prod Michele into accepting Kincaid's offer.
As Barry watched the plane taxi away he was completely unaware that he would never again hold or make love to his wife again, and that the pact he had now made with the devil, in this case Kincaid, would now, for at least the next few days, force him into complete professional and emotional servitude to the mysterious French man with no last name. As Barry later tearfully explained to Michele in his letter to her, after he had been arrested by the FBI, “it was the worst decision I ever made in my life.”
Nearly eight hours later after taking off, Michele nervously strolled through the Paris Charles de Gaulle airport, the time had come for her and Kincaid to finally meet. Her knees weakened with her desire for Kincaid that had been building ever so incrementally inside her, as each hour brought her closer to knowing that soon she would finally be in the one place she knew she wanted to belong, his arms. Yet she still could not help but feel guilty for leaving Barry, despite his encouragement. Somewhere in her heart she knew that the time was at hand to leave her husband behind as she looked around and sensed just how much of an adventure her time in Paris would turn out to be.
Once past customs, Michele bypassed the baggage claim, as she had only brought a carry on bag, as Kincaid had instructed her. Kincaid had made explicit instructions that she was only to bring what personal hygiene items that she knew that she was going to need for her entire stay in France. Kincaid had informed Michele that he would provide her with all of the clothes she would need while in Paris, and that the clothes he chose, were the ones she would wear. As Michele walked through the final customs check point, where she showed the official her American passport, she was shocked to see just how chaotic the airport was. Her flight was rather uneventful, and since she was dressed in just her tight jeans, her old boyfriend's college sweatshirt, and stiletto heels, she quickly realized that she stuck out as an American in the sea of French men and woman that she now found herself lost in.
As Michele strained to find Kincaid, she saw a man dressed in a chauffeur uniform holding up a sign with her name on it. Michele then walked over to where the man was standing and said “Hi, I'm Michele. Where is Kincaid?”
The chauffeur then responded in his strong French accented English, “Madame, Monsieur Kincaid could not be here as originally planned due to an emergency at the hospital; however, he has given me clear instructions to give you this letter, and for me to drive you to his flat in Paris.”
With that said, Michele followed the chauffeur out of the terminal into the cool October air where a Mercedes Benz limousine was double parked. The chauffeur then opened the door, and let Michele into the back seat, as he admired her tight denim encased rear.
As the limousine left the airport, Michele leaned back into the leather seat and opened up Kincaid's letter, as the soothing sound of piano jazz played softly in the background. The letter was handwritten, and said:
My Dearest Michele,
I am very sorry for not being able to pick you up at the airport, and I hope you accept my sincere apology. Maurice, who is my personal driver, is taking you to my flat in Paris. I have made sure that when you arrive that my Senegalese housekeeper, Monique, will greet you. By the time you arrive Monique will have prepared everything for you for your entire stay with me, which I assure you will be the most erotic experience of your life.
I ask that once you arrive at my flat that you not refuse any request made by Monique, for she has been instructed to help you prepare for our first “encounter.” After your arrival, I would like you to take three hours cleaning up, napping, and then eating the large meal Monique will serve for you, after which I encourage you to explore the area around my flat.
At precisely 4 p.m., Maurice will return to the flat and pick you up. Once you are back inside of the limousine, you will be expected to follow every instruction given to you, as it will only enhance the pleasure that you will receive.
Love
Kincaid
As Michele read Kincaid's letter, her pussy slowly began soaking her bikini briefs. She was more than a little nervous as to what she had now gotten herself into, but something deep inside of her was forcing herself to move on and submit to this man's charms and ways. The entire flight to Paris was one of high anxiety as she constantly thought of what was to come. She was so worked up that halfway over the Atlantic she locked herself in the lavatory so that she could peel down her jeans and bring herself to a climax, as she bit down on her own wedding and engagement ring to stifle the moans from her finger fucking.
Michele was now feeling just as sexed up as she was on the plane, but thought it wise to focus on the scenery going past her. She soon became lost in the wonderment of the sights of Paris, as Maurice slowly made his way past most of the famous sights, and then headed down the Champs Elyse and passed the Arch de Triumph. Finally they stopped next to the entrance of a large apartment complex that looked like it had been designed by the same person who designed all of the beautiful buildings in Paris. Maurice then opened Michele’s door as she slid out with her bag and leather coat. Maurice then handed her a key and instructed her that Kincaid's flat was on the top floor, and that once off the elevator she was to proceed to apartment one, which was actually the only apartment on the top floor. Michele then took the key from the chauffeur, who quickly reminded her that she was expected to be dressed and ready in about six hours.
Once on the top floor she stepped off the elevator and proceeded to Kincaid's apartment. Once she unlocked the door she was greeted by Monique, a statuesque and beautiful dark skinned African women, who wore a very traditional and sexy maid's uniform, complete with stiletto heals and white lace panties, which were clearly discernible underneath the lace of the see through dress. Monique greeted Michele in typical French fashion with a kiss on her cheek, as if they were old friends, and took her hand to lead her to the master bedroom so that she could take a hot shower and bath, which was already prepared, before napping and then having a traditional French breakfast that Monique was in the middle of preparing.
Monique, who spoke limited English, and Michele, who spoke no French, quickly learned that they could carry on a conversation, but that they could only convey the simplest of ideas. Monique then left Michele to herself as she went back to the kitchen to finish preparing her meal. As the door was closed behind her, Michele looked around at the cavernous master bedroom, which she quickly realized had no walls, but instead was surrounded by windows that had no curtains, and that the apartment was surrounded by taller buildings, two of which were hotels.
Michele, who had always had a streak of exhibitionism in her, just shrugged her shoulders and said ‘ce la vie,’ as she pulled her favorite sweatshirt over her head and stripped down to her birthday suit. Once she was completely nude she went into the bathroom, and found herself with not just the most spacious bathroom that she had ever seen, but also one that had no privacy, as she clearly saw people going on about their business her from across the road in the hotel next to Kincaid's flat. Michele then stepped into the already running shower and began washing off the stale air and dirt which stuck to her from the nearly ten hour trip to from Chicago.
As she showered, Michele found that Kincaid had placed in it several sex toys, including a long and thin dildo, and a smaller one that Michele knew was for a rear entry only. As Michele showered and soaped her self into an erotic frenzy, she knew that if she did not cum now, that when the next chance came (no pun intended), the force of a delayed orgasm might make her lose complete control. As she rinsed her hair and soaped up her body, Michele then reached for the long and thin dong, and then slid down to the shower floor and began putting on a show for a very special audience not just for the people across the street, but also for thousands of hackers around the world, thanks to a challenge to crack the site that Kincaid had placed on a Usenet web site. For you see, minutes after Michele had arrived at Kincaid's, her husband Barry, half a world away in Illinois, had logged into the special Russian encrypted web site that Kincaid had set up and watched as the real-time video cameras, which were set up everywhere Michele was scheduled to be, began their broadcast of Michele’s first erotic encounter in Paris. However, Kincaid, who himself was a voyeur and, in true hacker spirit, wanted to share Michele freely with his fellow hackers, wanted to see if the new beta version of a commercial French and Russian encrypted web site design could be hacked. Within hours of making the challenge, the encryption algorithm was broken and shared around the world, well before Michele had arrived at Kincaid's apartment, where Barry and thousands of young hackers looked on at the new adult starlet of the Internet.
Michele, who was completely unaware of the hidden cameras around her that allowed her husband and thousands of other to watch her, quickly guided the plastic prick to her drenched pussy as she slowly inserted it and began a fucking rhythm. Michele then gripped the dildo with both hands as she brought it deep into her and all the way out, as she flopped around under the spraying water like a demonically possessed woman. Soon Michele was cumming and moaning hard until finally she was gasping for breath and becoming dizzy from the erotic drunkenness that she was now in until finally, minutes later, she finally settled down and slowly got up and, because her knees were now weak, grappled the shower railing for assistance. Once she was on her feet she turned the water off and got into the bath tub where she proceeded to continue her self pleasure session until finally she could cum no more and then weakly got out of the tub and put on the large terry cloth robe that Monique had placed outside the door. As Michele toweled off and put the robe on, she slowly regained her composure, placed her hair up in a towel and headed toward the bed, whereupon she disrobed and collapsed on top of the satin sheets and fell into a deep sleep.
It had taken Kincaid nearly a year to work out every last detail, but as he watched from his office at the DGSE, he instinctively knew that this first act would be just the beginning in a very erotic French journey that his new mistress had willingly dared to partake. In his mind Michele would be his new secret weapon in his mission to save France from being a second rate technological power; however, before he could take her out into the world as his lover and partner, Michele would have to be trained to be the wanton slut he needed her to be; yet before she could be accepted, she would need to be given a thorough physical exam, by his employer's physicians, at the nearby government hospital by his associates, all of whom would be instrumental in training Michele to be a 'personal operative.'
Hours later, after the chirping of the alarm clock on the night stand sound, Michele stretched like a cat, got up, put the silk kimono on Monique had laid out for her, then stepped out into the dining area where Monique had prepared for her a traditional afternoon petit dejeuner (breakfast) of croissants and jam, fruit, cafe au lait and yogurt. As Michele took her place at the antique dinner table, Monique handed her an International Herald Tribune newspaper and a second letter from Kincaid, which she promptly opened. The letter read :
Michele,
I hope that you have enjoyed your shower, bath, and nap. Monique has picked out a very nice dress for the day.
Since we have never met, and since we all must be careful these days, I have arranged for a colleague of mine to give you a thorough examination. If you are upset by my request I will understand completely; however, in order for us to proceed with what we have fantasized about, you must take this exam! I assure you that the exam will be performed by a complete professional, and that you will not be subjected to any harm or discomfort.
If I do not hear from Monique that you have changed your mind, I will then expect you at the clinic at 4 :30. Monique has laid out for you a dress that I am sure you will like. However, I must remind you that the outfit is best to be worn sans vêtements de dessous!
Love,
Kincaid
Michele was stunned by what she read. “A physical exam?” She said aloud, but as she thought about it more, especially in light of all of her fantasies that she wrote in her diaries about being taken by her gynecologist, the better it sounded. It also seemed to her a reasonable request, but since she had just had one a month ago, she had no doubt that she would pass the exam with flying colors. After finishing her coffee, Michele then headed into the bedroom to brush her teeth and do her hair. After applying a little bit of makeup, she then proceeded to put on the dress that Monique had selected for her.
As Michele put on the tight light blue strapless Lycra mini dress, she felt it wrap around her body like a velvet glove as it caused her breasts to rise and stand out more then any of her dressed in her closet at home ever could. As for the length, it barely covered her white and lace thong covered bottom, which she admitted with a wicked grin, after weeks in the gym shaping her body up for Kincaid, looked pretty good. She then put on the pair of white stockings and heels that she Kincaid had purchased, which were most comfortable, and accentuated her tight ass and shapely legs. Never before had Michele ever worn an outfit as sexy as the one she now found herself in as she put on her watch and then grabbed her purse as she headed out for a stroll.
Proud of the way she looked in her new outfit, as her pussy became moist from all of the stares of the men she passed, Michele walked for about an hour around the city with the help of a guide map that Monique had given her. The weather was a wonderful 85 degrees as Michele was momentarily lost in the romantic architecture that she now found herself surrounded by as she watched lovers young and old along the Seine kissing and holding hands. As the sun shown over the river, illuminating the glorious old buildings and bridges, she silently wished that Kincaid was with her to enjoy and share in the romance around her.
Meanwhile, as Michele was crossing the Ile De La Cite and looking up at the Cathedral de Notre Dame, Kincaid was finalizing the plans for Michele’s exam. After he had made his last telephone call dealing with the logistical and technical details of what was to come, he made a call to Barry, who was now in bed sleeping and preparing for what Kincaid hinted at was going to be an eye opening experience.
As Barry sleepily answered the telephone, Kincaid dispensed with the pleasantries and asked him, “So, my friend. Was your wife's masturbation broadcast proof of what I promised?”
Barry just nodded and said, “yes. When is the next broadcast?”
“In one hour my friend she will be subjected to a very thorough medical exam here at my clinic where I have set up numerous cameras, so that you will be able to see first hand, and from different angles."
Kincaid then went on to explain that he had arranged for Michele’s exam to be conducted by one of the finest and most handsome men in Paris. The truth was that the exam was a test to see just how sexually fit little Michele was and to see if her body could withstand the planned sexual punishment and pleasure she was to receive during her Parisian adventure. Additionally, the doctor was going to administer to Michele an ancient African sexual potion called Mahala, that would cause her libido to come alive, thus allowing her mind to accept the erotic reality of what Kincaid had planned for her to experience.
As the men talked about what was to come, Michele arrived back on time at the entrance of Kincaid's apartment, where Maurice was waiting. Maurice then greeted Michele, and opened the passenger door for her. As Michele slid in to the car, her skirt rode just high enough to allow Maurice a glimpse of her ass, pussy and inner thighs, the sight of which caused his cock to stir in anticipation of what was to come. Maurice then snapped himself back into reality and took Michele on a long drive to the clinic where Doctor Didier Le Beau was giving the nurse, whom Kincaid had especially selected, because of both her open mind and English language skills, last minute instructions on her role in their new patient's examination.
As Maurice arrived at the clinic, he looked back at Michele and said, "This envelope is for you. Master Kincaid has instructed me to return in one hour, I will see you then mademoiselle"
Michele opened the envelope and read the handwritten note inside.
Come to room 421, and be prepared to obey any instructions given to you. Kincaid.
As Michele got out of the car, she felt her pulse quicken as she walked to the entrance of the clinic, while Maurice watched with satisfaction her beautiful spandex covered bottom walk away. A few short moments later Michele was in the elevator heading for the 4th floor, and as she watched the numbers on the elevator she could feel the desire within her rise.
As she rode up Michele could feel her pussy getting warmer and warmer. Her nipples were hard and thick and poked through the thin fabric of her dress. Michele hesitated at the door of room 421; however, once she actually knocked, she knew there would be no turning back. It was a telling moment, one of fear and excitement at the same time, as Michele took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
However, for a long moment nothing happened and Michele was left listening to the pounding of her heart.
Suddenly the door opened and Michele found herself looking into the face of a complete stranger! The man, a doctor, was in his mid fifties, balding, with gray hair and crystal clear blue eyes.
"Yes?" The doctor said in thickly accented English.
"Oh, I'm s-s-s-sorrry," stammered Michele, "I m-m-m-must have the wrong room."
The doctor's smile seemed to pierce right through her, as he said, "No Mademoiselle Michele, you are at the right place. Please come in."
Michele's eyes slowly widened as she began to grasp what was about to happen. As if in a daze she felt herself walking into the spacious examination room.
"Take your jacket off and stand here." said the man and pointed to the middle of the room.
Michele took her jacket off and then stood where she was directed. She casually looked around the room, hoping to see her virtual lover, but Kincaid was not to be found. The doctor, meanwhile, was now sitting in one of the hospital's hard back chairs and seemed to be enjoying her anxiety and discomfort.
"Turn around Michele and face away from me." he said firmly in his thickly accented English. His voice seemed to command her and Michele found herself turning before she could even think to disobey. Facing away from the old but handsome doctor was even more disconcerting, as Michele felt her palms becoming sweaty. She was acutely aware of her near nakedness beneath the thin dress.
Michele was left standing that way for several minutes, when she heard the doctor get up and walk around the room. Although she could see him, she didn't dare turn around, her hearing became more sensitive as she listened to the opening and closing of steel cabinets and instrument drawers. As Michele stared at the wall, she suddenly gasped softly as the doctor pulled a blindfold down over her eyes.
Now, despite the fact that she was clothed, Michele felt more vulnerable and exposed than she ever had before. Yet, it was another couple of minutes before she felt the touch of the doctor's warm and strong hands again, but despite herself, Michele was getting more and more excited by this strange turn of events. Suddenly, Michele heard the doctor move behind her and felt his hands, which were gentle, reach for the hem of her dress. As Michele trembled, the doctor slowly lifted up her dress.
“Oh God,” thought Michele, “he's going to see EVERYTHING.” Michele had not thought about it up until now but, unlike most American women, her pussy wasn't freshly trimmed or waxed like she had wanted to prior to her flight to Paris. As the doctor pulled the dress up, over her bosom, Michele could now feel a draft of air drift across her now naked and unbound breasts, which caused her pink nipples to crinkle and stiffen at the sensation. Michele half expected the doctor to touch her now exposed breasts, but instead, he continued to remove her dress, as she raised her arms, and then placed it on a chair.
After placing her dress on the chair, the doctor then moved slowly around Michele so he could drink in the site of her and examine her body. The American was very pretty, and he left her there for a few moments, so he could let her savor the sensation of being naked, blindfolded, in front of a strange man, whose name she didn't even know his name.
"Hands behind your head Michele. Elbows back" The doctor said suddenly in his thick French accent.
Michele quickly did as he asked, and pushed her elbows further back, which in turn caused her breasts to further stand out, for both her presentation and the doctor's examination.
"Feet apart," the doctor then ordered, as Michele wordlessly spread her legs.
She had never felt so helpless, as she heard the doctor moving around her again, examining her. By now she was so wet that the doctor could see her feminine dew begin to form on her pussy lips.
Then, as the doctor was walking around examining her, there was a sharp knock on the door. The noise startled Michele, as she gasped and said to herself, “What should I do?” Her heart began to race in a panic as, to her horror, she heard the doctor go over to the door and open it.
"Entrée vous" the doctor said, as Michele felt her face flush a beet red as she heard the sound of a pair of high heels as someone new walked, upon the linoleum floor, in the distance toward her position in the examination room. As she heard the clicking of shoes come nearer, Michele realized that their were at least two people coming in the room when the door closed and she could hear one of them take a seat in the chair that was in front of her.
"Place her on the table." said the man in English, as Michele suddenly recognized, from the sound of his raspy voice, that it was Kincaid, who was now sitting and watching her, as his two colleagues proceeded with the next part of her “examination.”
Michele felt cool delicate hands sit her on the cool leather table, place her high heeled feet into the stirrups, and attach straps around her ankles and the tops of her thighs. They were then cinched tight, as similar straps were placed around her wrists, which then tied securely above her head. Michele then next heard the sound of a bowl being mixed, and then felt the warmth of shaving cream being applied to her pussy. She was about to be shaved, and the implement to be used was a straight edge razor that she could hear being sharpened on a stone.
As she squirmed in the stirrups, she heard the female whisper into her ear “Relax Michele, I suggest that you not move, one false move and I will cut this lovely cunt of yours with my razor. You see, here in Paris, we women like the feel of a piece of cold sharp steel being applied to our pussy lips. The newer razors and waxing techniques do not compare and are quite inferior to the simplicity of the straight edge razor. NOW RELAX, I am sure that you will get quite a thrill of being shaved the old fashioned way. I KNOW I DO!!”
Michele inhaled deeply as she felt the cold sharp steel touch her skin and begin shaving her hairy pubis. Until now, no sharp instrument had ever touched her down there, but now here she was, tied to a table, being watched by strangers as a woman, whom she did not know, take a knife and slowly remove her thick patch of pubic hair. The feeling was humiliating, but as the shaving continued, she became more and more excited as the woman took the sharp blade and tenderly and carefully rid her pussy lips and her asshole of all of her soft pubic hair. As the woman slowly shaved her, Michele could feel and smell her pussy getting wetter.
The effect was clearly being noted be her “barber,” when the woman said, “I think she likes the feeling of the blade on her helpless pussy, listen to her breathing. You can tell from her dripping juice that she likes my touch very much.” It was at that moment that she felt the woman wipe the excess shaving cream from her pussy, and then suddenly pressed her lips and tongue over and into her pussy and asshole so that she could sample and savor the fruits of her labor. As the woman lapped up her juices Michele let out a low guttural moan of orgasmic release that slowly enveloped her barber's face.
"Very nice." said Kincaid in French. "Now take 'plusieurs photographies' (several pictures). We want to have something to remember this moment." He then said in French to the woman and man in the room. “These photos will come in handy if we need to blackmail her husband after we steal all of her husband's company's military secrets.”
“Photographs?” thought Michele, identifying one of the few French words she knew, as she tried to wake up out of her orgasmic stupor, “Oh No!”
However, before she could protest, Michele heard the click and whir of an old fashioned 35 mm camera as she heard herself being photographed from several different directions.
"She's very pretty like this isn't she?" said the woman's voice, in French accented English. "I love these nipples. Look how hard they are" the woman said as Michele felt her right nipple being softly stroked.
The woman then took her other nipple and grasped it between her thumb and forefinger, and watched Michele gasp in pain and pleasure as she pulled her over-sensitive nipples forward.
"I think Kincaid made a wise choice in asking that our new patient have her pussy trimmed by us,” the woman said to the doctor as she stroked Michele’s very moist mound. "Kincaid, perhaps you can lend her to us for an evening during her stay?"
Kincaid laughed and then said, "Perhaps, but I would probably be more inclined to come along and watch, as well as a couple of others whom I know would be interested in seeing your special techniques."
Michele laid there quietly as the doctor, the woman, and Kincaid discussed their plans for her in French, and English. Their English conversation was, at once, terrifying and exciting, as she heard the woman say, "She's got a perfect ass too. I'd love to heat it up for her," at which Michele felt the woman's hands stroke her bare buttocks. Because of the way the woman was stroking her bottom, Michele wondered if a spanking was next. However, the doctor chuckled and said, "Maybe next time. We had better begin our examination."
Michele then felt the woman grab her left nipple firmly, as she said to her, "Come with me Michele", as she removed her ankles, legs, and wrists from their table restraints and led her, still blindfolded, into an adjoining examination room. Once in the next room, the woman said to Michele, "Good girl. Now stand still." Michele's nipples were throbbing where the woman had tugged at them, The woman then disconnected Michele’s wrists, which were still latched together, and pushed her forward, causing her knees to bump up against a low table.
"Get on the table. Lay on your back." said the woman in her thick French accent. Michele did as she was told and found the examination table to be padded with leather. The woman then carefully adjusted Michele's position, as she ordered Michele remove her blindfold, but to keep her eyes closed, and to spread her knees wide apart. Afterward, she heard the nurse leave the room, leaving her alone once again with the doctor, who had now dropped the end of the table under Michele's buttocks, leaving her completely exposed. The doctor then reached over and turned on the bright floodlight at the end of the table.
"Hmm." he murmured interestedly.
Michele squeezed her eyes tight. She felt her face flush hot with embarrassment and knew the blush was sliding down her face and onto her upper chest to the tops of her breasts. Michele then felt the stirrups being adjusted. They were stretched a little wider and pulled a little closer to her body. Michele then felt her buttocks and pussy spread even wider for the doctor's inspection.
The doctor's hands felt warm at the top of her thighs.
"Hmm, nicely shaved lips." he said as his hands slid higher and gently rested a thumb on either side of her smooth pussy. The doctor pulled his thumbs apart, peeling open Michele's pink, wet interior.
"Hmm, yes, you seem sexually aroused Michele." he said. Sliding his thumbs higher, the doctor pulled the head of her clitoris back to expose the sensitive area.
Michele felt the hands slide lower and now the thumbs were resting on her buttocks and pulling them apart.
Each touch of hi hands were electric and Michele knew her arousal was perfectly visible to doctor and nurse who could see her most intimate parts. Michele tried without success to stifle a moan. The doctor just chuckled, "Sensitive hmm? Well a submissive little girl like yourself should be used to that kind of stimulation."
Michele opened her eyes to see the doctor squeezing a tube of lubricant onto his finger. Embarrassed at what was happening to her, she closed her eyes again. The doctor's finger teased around her rear opening as first one finger then two twisted and penetrated the submissive woman's bottom. Michele squirmed.
"Tsk, tsk. Can't have you thrashing all over the table." said the doctor. In a flash, cotton straps were holding Michele's ankles firmly to the metal stirrups. She was helpless, yet the added restraint only seemed to turn her on more.
"Give me your hands Michelle." It was the nurse's voice. Michele opened her eyes and saw the beautiful blonde nurse right beside her. As if in a dream she lifted her hands and offered them to the doctor's assistant. She felt her hands being pulled to the head of the table and fastened there. Her breasts were now flattened against her body like little mounds with only her turgid nipples sticking up. The nurse's hand slid down Michele's side, dragging across her left nipple. She felt it, squeezed gently by the nurse as she walked to the end of the room and sat down.
Michele's body was in a turmoil of sensations. The doctor's twisting, penetrating fingers were pulling out of her bottom.
"We'll be checking your reflexes again," he said as he turned to pick something up. Michele felt the end of something hard touch her now open anus. The doctor pushed and the long thin object disappeared into her slippery rectum, as her anus contracted down on the foreign object now held in her. Another object was now sliding into her pussy. She couldn't identify it but it was perhaps the size of a small egg, she thought. A third object was resting high on her shaved pubis, almost directly over her clit.
"We're going to watch you have an orgasm Michele", said the doctor, "Given your current state of arousal, you'll be quite helpless to prevent it but just in case, we're going to give you a little help.
The warm fingers on Michele's right nipple made her jump. She looked up to see the doctor putting a clear ointment onto it. Immediately her nipple started tingling. It was warm and not quite tickling, not quite itching. It felt like a dozen tiny insects were crawling all over the nipple. The doctor let go and the already hard nipple stood out further. Michele felt it aching to be touched. She wanted to beg the doctor to take it in his mouth but she bit her lip and moaned softly instead. The doctor was now doing the other nipple and a moment later, both were thicker and longer than Michele could ever remember.
She was squirming harder now, as only her restraints held her to the table. The doctor chuckled and moved back between her legs. A moment later, Michele felt the device in her pussy come alive. It was a vibrator! The device in her ass vibrating also immediately followed it. Michele cried out. She couldn't help herself. The doctor reached up and turned on the final vibrator. The vibrations directly over Michele's clit were too much.
She was bouncing up and down on the table. With another cry she felt herself starting to cum. It was all consuming, including every part of her body. Her nipples contracted even tighter and seemed directly connected to her clit, her pussy and her over-excited anus. Again and again and again she came, pulling at the straps that held her. Finally, limp and exhausted, she could come no more. As though from a million miles away, she felt the vibrators being pulled from her and her wrists unfastened. It was a few more minutes before Michele could regain enough composure to open her eyes.
The doctor was smiling at her, "Kincaid is going to be proud of you. I'm going to give you a parting gift before you go back with him. Call it a graduation present. Michele's eyes widened as she watched him squeeze a little of the teasing ointment onto his forefinger. A moment later she gasped as his finger slid gently but firmly all the way into her bottom. He twisted back and forth for a moment, coating the sensitive membranes of her rectum and anus before pulling out. The sensation was immediate. Despite herself, Michele felt a desire to have her bottom penetrated again. Michelle looked down and saw the doctor holding another rectal plug, but this one was quite a bit more menacing than the one she had just experienced.
"This plug is a little different than the one you just experienced. As you can see it has two ridges, not one and it's a little longer."
"I promise to be gentile." said the doctor. Michele then bent forward and obediently pressed her cheek to the cool leather. Michele had never been more excited in her life. Her pussy was soaking wet and she could feel a tiny trickle of her own juices working it way down her thigh. She then felt alcohol being applied to her arm as she suddenly realized that an injection of something was being prepared for her. However, before she could protest, Michele felt the prick of the needle on her arm, as she felt a syringe full of Mahala being injected into her blood stream. Then, after the needle was removed, Michele heard the loud snap of rubber gloves, which caused her to open her eyes, after which she watched as the doctor's long and lubricated coated finger again slid slowly, but firmly, deep into her now very open and vulnerable bottom. Michele couldn't stifle her loud moan as the doctor's finger violated her still tight anus. The doctor just smiled as he continued to re-lubricate her bottom, first with one finger, and then with two, the sensation of which caused Michele to shudder and moan even louder, as the in and out twisting motions of the doctor were now driving Michele crazy with lust as she felt the thin fingers go deeper and stroke the thin and delicate walls of her rectum.
However, before Michele could summon up the energy to bring about a small orgasm, the doctor's fingers slowly pulled out from Michele's tight rear passage, but as he withdrew, Michele clenched her rectal muscles involuntarily in a vain and desperate attempt to keep the probing fingers within her. A few moments later, she felt his hands spread her cheeks far apart. Michele felt the doctor's strong and callused hands hold her bottom, when suddenly she gasped as he slowly inserted a tapered steel speculum into her ass. The size of the plug in her ass was very large, but the beginning portion was thin, which the doctor deliberately slid slowly in and out of her butt, so that she could accommodate and easily swallow its enormous size. Then, after a few minutes, but without warning, the doctor slid the whole plug into Michele in one long motion, slowing only for a moment as the thick bulge in the middle of the plug passed into her body, the force of which caused Michele to gasp and moan as the steel plug penetrated her like a dull sword. As the doctor forced the plug into her, the doctor had to hold Michele firm, when the plugs entered and then passed their widest parts, as the sensations she was now receiving brought her close to another orgasmic release.
Once the widest part had passed, the nurse who had shaved Michele looked on with awe as Michele’s rectal muscles slowly pulled the giant steel plug the remainder of the way into her bottom. Michele gasped in pleasure as she felt cold steel tip of the plug home in on her center of being, like a torpedo, and then suddenly anchor itself firmly in her shapely rear. The thick bulge in the middle of the steel plug was now deep in Michele's rectum, and because of the way it was designed, there was no way that Michele could push the plug out; however that was the last thing she wanted at this point. After the speculum was in place the doctor inserted a second plug into her now upturned ass, which contained a radio controlled vibrating and elongating mechanism, which could reach a maximum length of 10 inches. Until it was removed for her, and that had yet to be determined by Kincaid, the solid steel state of the art anal intruder would remain securely where it was.
The injection that had been given to Michele was an experimental mind control drug. Mahala was an African potion that the French were testing on unknowing female subjects. The drug was designed to make women both sexually uninhibited and prone to sexual experimentation. For Michele, the doctor had administered a mega dose of the drug, which now coursed through her blood and would soon have a direct effect all of her future decisions. With her libido now fully unleashed, it was hoped that her sex drive would make her more willing to experiment sexually and unafraid to embark on place
During a brief respite, Michele watched the nurse inject her with another dose of Mahala, after which she heard a 'click' and then felt the anal plug suddenly come alive as the tip of the plug started to grow longer and extended itself deeper and deeper into her bottom in a slow but relentless twisting movement. At this point all Michele could do was whimper as the doctor, as well as Kincaid, and her husband (along with thousands of other hackers who had been watching via the Internet ever since she entered the examination room) watched as she clenched her fists and wriggle in her bonds as the exquisite sensation of being mechanically probed caused her body to tremble in a desperate attempt to cum. However, before she bring herself to that point of release, the tip of the plug retreated, and then again, quite slowly, started to extend deep into her again.
The doctor, as he watched his patient beg and plead for her orgasmic release, looked at the clock on the wall, patted her bottom gently, and said, "Please stay quiet Michele. We have only just begun the examination." The girth of the anal intruder, combined with its cold metallic shape, caused Michele to breathe even more heavily, as the doctor continued on with his exam of her pussy. As Michele lay there watching the older doctor bring her, time and time again to the brink of orgasm, she tried to focus and not loose complete contol. However, that task was nearly all but impossible as the doctor examined Michele, forcing from her a continuous chorus of cries and moans. For about the next 30 minutes Michele was probed, pinched and slapped by the doctor as he measured her every response with the simply question, “does this hurt?” Michele had never been into S and M, but she quickly found herself now being turned on more and more with each touch of the doctor's rubber gloved hand, as the butt plug continued to pulsate and rotate inside of her.
Finally, and without warning, the doctor announced to Michele, “well my love, based upon my observations, you are clearly in the utmost physical and sexual shape that such a beautiful young woman can be. Au revoir!”
Michele meekly said, “Merci,” as she watched the doctor and nurse leave the room, leaving Michele alone, on her back and strapped down, with her ankles in the stirrups, on the exam table. Michele could only moan in a desperate plea to not be left alone, as she heard them both walk to the door and leave. She now felt even more vulnerable as she laid there on the table alone while the butt plug continued its assault with easy and long in and out strokes, all of which caused her to continue to gasp with orgasmic moans at each deep penetration. The next ten minutes seemed like hours before Michele finally heard the door open again to the sound of heavy footsteps, which soon made their way to her side, as the steel plug continued to work its way deep into her rectum bringing her ever closer to another orgasmic release.
As the plug burrowed and opened up new areas of her bottom, the footsteps stopped and she heard a familiar voice whisper, "Hello Michele" into her ear. Kincaid then asked, "Have you been a good girl?"
Kincaid's reassuring voice caused her to smile, as she gasped, "Oh yesss."
She then whimpered, "Please... Please Kincaid fuck me!"
Kincaid just smiled as he winked to the Internet camera, and moved in between her legs, where she heard him remove his trousers as they fell to the floor. Michele then felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her drenched pussy, as he smiled, into the video camera, to Michele’s husband half a world away. Kincaid then gently nudged his cock head between her swollen pussy lips and held it there, as he teased her desperate body, which by now was absolutely desperate for release.
"I watched the whole thing, you know." Kincaid said, "I've been here the whole time Michele."
"Oh Kincaid, please take me... Please!" begged Michele.
Kincaid then timed his first thrust to be at the same time and speed as the penetrating steel anal plug. Michele now felt herself completely filled in both front and behind at the same time, the sensation of which was just too much for her as her body trembled with the first of several massive orgasmic waves that now were bearing down upon her. Michele loudly cried out, again and again, as each orgasmic wave washed over her, until finally, as if from a distance, she heard Kincaid cry out as he pulled out of her and shot his spunk all over the sweaty heaving breasts.
As Kincaid recovered, Michele laid quietly and contentedly, as the plug was turned off and her bonds were undone. When the bonds were finally removed Michele looked and reached up to kiss her new lover passionately. After several minutes of their first passionate embrace, she whispered to Kincaid, “Thank you mon amour,” as she began purring like a contented cat.
As Michele lay on her back on the exam table, Kincaid cleaned her breasts with warm water, and then turned her over and wiped her bottom, but not before savoring the taste of her pussy juice. With her nectar on his tongue, Kincaid and Michele kissed her deeply once again. As their tongues met and their hands probed each other, Michele saw what looked like a camera on the exam room ceiling. However, before she could study the camera, she turned her attention back to Kincaid, while half a world away her husband was stroking his cock slowly, as he watched Kincaid slowly fuck his wife for a second time.
After cumming for a second time, and then kissing passionately for many minutes afterwards, Kincaid and Michele broke their embrace, at which time Kincaid got up to retrieve her dress from the chair. As Michele got up off the exam table and walked around the room, with both the plug still lodged in her butt and her high heels still on, her husband watched his lovely wife stretch her tight naked body as she looked out of the hospital window that overlooked the Seine.
When Kincaid looked up from putting his shirt back on, he said to her, “Michele, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen.” As she blushed and looked down at her feet, Michele said, “You are so wonderful, I never knew that sex could be this good.”
Kincaid then handed Michele her dress, which she slowly put back on as Kincaid explained to her the rules of her stay in Paris.
Kincaid said, “You see my love, I intend your visit to Paris to be a true sexual adventure, and as your host, protector, and now your lover, I intend to fulfill everyone of your sexual desires, of which this exam was just a sample of the kinds of pleasure you can expect to receive.” As Kincaid explained to Michele, who was now fully dressed in her sexy white spandex one piece dress, the plan of the next two weeks, it became very apparent to Kincaid that his new lover had more permanent plans, as his noticed that she had removed the wedding band and engagement ring that had been on her finger just a moment before. It was at that moment that Kincaid knew that he could send a message to his colleagues to prepare for Michele all of the elaborate kinky and dangerous situations in order to convince her to never leave Paris and join him as his partner in both love and war.
Several minutes later, as Kincaid and Michele walked out of the hospital, hand in hand, Maurice promptly showed up at the hospital. As they entered the back seat of the Mercedes, Kincaid instructed his personal assistant to drive them to the Louvre, which was usually just a short drive down the Seine, but with the afternoon traffic it ended up being an hour before they reached the main entrance. As Maurice drove, Kincaid held Michele firmly in his strong arms as she rested her head on his large sweater encased chest, closing her eyes and purring like a kitten as her French lover caressed her arms, shoulders, and legs.
By now Michele had become accustomed to the steel invader that was firmly rooted in her ass. The plug, even though Kincaid, via a pocket remote control, had turned it off, reached new depths in her rear passage as she sat on the soft leather seats in the back of the car. As Michele lay in her French lover's arms she slowly drifted off to sleep as the Mercedes slowly made its way to the art museum. As Michele slept, Kincaid and Maurice, who for privacy now spoke in French, went over the evening's plans. According to Maurice, who was about the same age and build as Kincaid, all of the dresses and outfits that Kincaid had ordered for Michele had just arrived and were now ready for her to wear. In addition, all of the plans for dinner and the entertainment afterward were now set. When Kincaid asked about the remainder of Michele’s schedule, Maurice pulled out his Palm Pilot and handed it back to his friend.
Kincaid scrolled through the finalized schedule, then looked at his American lover and smiled, for he knew that she would be forever changed by her experience and would never want to leave France and the pleasures of Paris. After Kincaid handed back to Maurice the Palm Pilot, Kincaid used his cell phone to check his e-mail to see if the Russian ambassador had sent him anything regarding the late night party that she was hosting at her estate in Versailles, and where he and Michele would be heading after they had dinner and saw the floor show at the Moulin Rouge.
As they neared the museum, Kincaid decided that he should wake his sleeping beauty, and pressed a button on his key ring, which in turn caused the butt plug to spring to life. As the anal invader began to quiver in her deep recesses, Michele slowly awakened in a series of soft moans, while both Kincaid and Maurice watched with erotic amusement. As the plug vibrated and brought the sleeping beauty to life, Kincaid slowly pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her heaving breasts. As her breasts were freed from their spandex cage, Michele reached up and brought her lover's lips down to her rock hard nipples, as she found herself reaching under her skirt to touch her pussy.
Very soon, as the Mercedes continued it's slow march to the Louvre, Kincaid had completely taken off Michele’s dress and had her splayed open in the back of the large and luxurious automobile. Michele was very much an animal in heat, thanks in large part to the Mahala that now coursed through her blood, as Kincaid licked and pinched her nipples to a rock hard firmness, while she diddled her clit, as the anal intruder once again began burrowing into her tiny rump like a snake slithering to its prey. It was all that Maurice, as well as the other cars around them, could do to stay focused on the road and not on the spectacle, which was now taking place in the back seat of Kincaid's car.
As the car wound its way to the entrance of the Louvre, Michele thrashed about as a giant orgasmic wave poured from her loins and onto the back seat. As Michele came, Kincaid held his lover steady as she convulsed and howled like a woman demonically possessed, while her hair cascaded all over her body. As she continued convulse and gasp for breath, Kincaid held and squeezed together her breasts firmly in his palms while he simultaneously lapped up her orgasmic juices that trickled out of her and onto her shaved pussy. Finally, as Kincaid licked and sucked her orgasmic essence, Michele closed her eyes and lost herself in yet another Parisian orgasmic afterglow...
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