1970 - Munich, Germany
The private jet, a DC-9, a sleek black bird of prey, vibrated with power even as it rested quietly in the private hanger in Munich's airport. Monique St. Pierre stared at the white Bunny logo gleaming brightly against the metallic black of the rest of the tail. Her exotic eyes slowly wandered over the long impressive length of the plane as her car eased to a stop. She wondered what mysteries were behind each of the cabin windows. The prow of the plane now pointed directly at her parked car, looking like a rapacious bird about to swoop down on her innocence.
The Mercedes that had brought her to this hanger looked tiny and helpless in front of the huge plane and the cavernous space of the hanger seemed cold and devastating. Monique shivered and pulled her fur coat closer and, waiting to be called into the maw of the big black bird, she snuggled into the fur blanket the driver had provided and she watched the plane.
Just yesterday she was sitting in a coffee shop when a man came up and invited her to pose for Playboy; the notion so out of the blue, so ridiculous, she laughed it off but when he explained what Playboy was, how big and important it was, she became intrigued. Twirling it in the air with a grand flourish he handed her the card and told her that she could meet the publisher himself; a thrill rushed up her spine. "We'll have the car pick you right here if you like," he said with a self-assured smile. Monique nodded eagerly. Now she waited in the limo for the hatch to open.
Inside the opulent cabin of the plane Barbi Benton was fuming as she sat by the closed hatchway. "We've traveled thousands of miles to come to Europe and you plan to stay inside?"
The publisher calmly gestured to the galleys. "The proofs, my dear. The courier is waiting." He waved his pipe in the air slightly and a spiral of smoke swirled over the pages. He sat down as if resigned to an afternoon of work.
Barbi tapped her foot angrily then rose with a feminine snarl. "Well, I'm going shopping." She held out her hand expectantly.
The flight bunny, dressed in a tight black satin tunic, glanced to the publisher for approval. He gave a single nod and she opened an attaché case and counted out a stack of Deutsche marks into Barbi's waiting palm. Even after she finished the palm remained out. The flight bunny checked with him again, and another slight nod brought another pile of marks into the greedy palm.
Outside in the Mercedes Monique was still waiting in anticipation; she held her breath when the hatch swung open and an elegantly dressed brunette came charging down the steps. A limo rolled forward from the tail end of the plane and collected the angry woman and roared out of the hanger. The flight bunny, standing in the hatchway, signaled to the driver of the Mercedes holding Monique and the stunning blonde continued to hold her breath as her car rolled to the foot of the stairs. The driver stepped to her door and graciously helped her out. She pulled her fur coat tight around her to ward off the cool air of the hanger.
The publisher was sitting at a window when he saw a lithe, athletic figure strolling up the long stairway; her body slinked seductively with each sinuous lift of her leg as she climbed to her fate. He nodded his approval and sucked on his pipe, making a mental note to give his German agent a bonus.
The publisher was silent as the flight bunny waved Monique through the hatchway but when their eyes met his lecherous grin told the beautiful young girl that he knew what she was there for. Monique smiled too as she crossed the threshold. She held up a finger and caressed his lips, giving him a sly sidelong glance as she strutted sexily into the cabin.
Her exotic almond eyes glistened as she took in the rich furnishing of the plane. "I am seeing that your magazine is indeed very successful," she said dryly; her German accent was melodious and alluring. She walked past him and sauntered down the cabin. She turned and opened the fur coat she was wearing; underneath she wore an ivory silk slip and nothing else. The shimmering fabric hugged the willowy curves of her voluptuous body. "I am to understand that you are desiring models, beautiful girls for your magazine. Am I right for your desire?" She turned around and walked further into the cabin, slinking along and sliding the fur coat off her shoulders. She stepped out of the fur and it hit the floor with a thud. She seemed almost nude in the ivory silk slip; the simmering garment was almost translucent over the curves of Monique's alabaster body. She looked at him over her shoulder, jiggling the plump orbs of her rear as she strutted. "And the women in these pages, they are without clothing, is that correct?" The stiletto heels of her shoes clicked against the floor of the cabin as she wriggled down the aisle.
With her back to him still, she slowly raised the hem of the slip until it rose over the sheer panties barely hiding the round cheeks of her bottom, then with a quick jerk the entire slip went over her head, making her hair dance for a moment before the corn silk locks seductively tumbled down around her shoulders. She briefly turned to him, giving him a brief flash of her huge and bouncy breasts before tossing the slip into his face and disappearing into the bedroom section of the cabin.
The publisher took his time, slipping out of his shoes and tugging off his tie. He stepped into the master bedroom and found Monique kneeling on the bed. Her hands were on her hips and her luscious breasts jutted forward in offering to him. She licked her lips lasciviously, gazing at him with impish desire.
"I am considering Mr. Publisher," she breathed gently, "I do believe that I have a physique that will be of pleasure to your readers."
He stepped forward, stopping in front of her. "I'm certain of that. I think you will make a stunning playmate."
Monique nodded. Her soft and graceful hand began to unbutton his shirt. "I have learned much about you in reading; I have made a study of you now," she whispered, slowly spreading open his shirt and caressing the bare skin on his chest. "What you will find pleasurable in a woman."
"What kind of things," he managed to groan as the warmth of her moist breath on his chest drove him crazy. His fingers traced the curves of her waist and drew circles over her breasts and nipples.
Monique's hands tugged the shirt tails out, then worked eagerly to open his belt. Her fingers rested on his throbbing bulge. "I believe you will be pleasured by this," she whispered as she unzipped the pants, then pulled them down.
She glanced down at his naked shaft then gazed into his eyes with excitement. "I am assured that I can bring you pleasure," she whispered alluringly. With his hand under her chin he pulled her face up and kissed her greedily. His other hand was rolling one nipple, then the other between his finger and thumb.
Her tongue danced happily in his mouth as she swayed, sensuously caressing his skin with her body.
As he tenderly stroked her writhing body, she grasped his erect cock and stoked it slowly. The relaxing massaging of his fingers on her skin soothed her as she fell back onto the bed, drawing his body over hers. The young girl slid her hand up and down his shaft. She could tell her attentions were having an effect on him when he moaned softly or his fingers halted their movements over her flesh.
The publisher's fingers danced over her lovely body. All the while, Monique's fingers continued to stroke up and down his cock. He leaned back and relished the sensation of her hand gliding over his shaft, giving himself over to the pleasure running through his body.
"Am I giving you pleasure now?" she asked sweetly with a devilish gleam in her arresting gaze.
She watched him curiously as she brought her other hand up to fondle his sack, drawing a moan from deep inside him. His hips rocked in motion with her strokes as the tension built within him. With a guttural moan, his body jerked and thick bolt of his seed spurted from the tip of his cock. Surprised at the white liquid shooting from his dick, Monique jumped as it splashed onto the bed; she giggled with delight.
"I must be very skilled for you to be so happy," she laughed joyously.
Once the spasms rippling through his body subsided, the publisher pressed his lips against hers. His hands explored her supple body as his tongue licked across her bottom lip. A soft moan escaped her and vibrated against his mouth when he squeezed her ass and pulled her against him, his hardening cock pressing into her stomach. He kissed down her body, pausing for a moment when he reached her breasts. A sharp thrill ran through her as his tongue circled around her pink nipple. Arching against him, she moaned as he sucked the delicious peak into his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he swirled his tongue around her hard nub.
A whimper of protest passed her lips when his mouth released her nipple. His lips trailed downward, leaving wet spots on her skin as he traveled down her flat stomach. When he reached the soft curls on her mound, he diverted towards her thighs; and they trembled under the brush of his lips. She bucked her hips upwards, trying to guide him to her pussy, which pulsed with need. He ignored her motions and continued down the inside of her thigh. When he reached her knee, he moved to the other leg and kissed upwards until he once again reached the area where her thigh and pussy joined.
Her sex was a vision of heaven, her waist narrow, her belly fluttering softly and the deep navel pulsing up and down with each breath. The delicate lacy frills of her panties pointed to the triangle of her thick curly bush clearly visible under the thin fabric; her plump thighs glowed with warmth. The dewy curls over her slit dripped with her sweet nectar, but the lips of her sex burned red and hungry as they parted in offering.
He gripped the panties and ripped them away causing her to yelp and giggle. But then she saw the lust in his eyes and she held her breath. Her stomach flattened and her chest jutted out. She spread out her arms in surrender as she parted her legs to him.
She moaned lustily when the flat of his tongue slid up one outer puffy lip and then down the other. He circled around and around until she felt she'd go mad with need. "Please," she begged as she pushed her pussy against his mouth. A hot stab of pleasure shot through her when his tongue delved between her swollen labia and flicked across her clit. He flicked her hot honey into his mouth.
He circled around her nub and she thrust against him, yearning for more direct contact. Teasing her, he'd go around and around, then flick against her clit before moving away once more. He brought her to the brink several times this way, and her skin was flushed pink as passion flowed through her body.
Moaning loudly, she bucked against him when he slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. She fucked against it as his tongue returned to her swollen nub more often, lashing against it and sending waves of pleasure rolling through her. Crying out, she pushed hard as he pressed a second finger inside her, stretching her virgin opening around his digits.
Now continually flicking against her clit, his tongue worked its magic, lapping at the engorged button as he fucked her with his fingers. A wave of heat suffused her, and her fingers dug into the sheets as spasms rocked her body. Her blonde tresses whipped across her face as her head shook from side to side. As she came down from the passion high, he kissed back up her body and then lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. He wanted her to recover some from the pleasure enveloping her body before he showed her what it was like to have a cock slide deep inside her moist depths and bring her to a level of passion she'd never known.
Monique lay sleepily embraced in the publisher's strong arms. Her body still throbbed pleasurably from the wonderful use of his tongue on her pussy.
She knew he was going to take everything. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, letting her know that he wanted her badly. A small spot of sticky fluid rubbed against her skin, and she idly wondered what it would taste like. Emboldened by the confidence of her lover, Monique slid down his body until her face was even with his hard cock.
Marveling at the sight of the bumpy veins on its surface, she ran her fingertips over the shaft, delighting in how silky smooth the flesh felt while being hot to the touch at the same time. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue over the tip, which brought a moan from the publisher's mouth. The salty taste of his milky fluid bloomed on her tongue, and she ran it over the head, cleaning the rest of the pearly essence from the skin.
In the same way she had let her fingers play over the shaft, her tongue flitted over the warm flesh, tracing the lines of the veins as she coated his cock in glistening saliva. Circling her fingers around the base, she pulled it slightly away from his body and hesitantly wrapped her lips around the head. Sliding down, she engulfed the head, letting her tongue flick over the sensitive ridge at the bottom of the crown.
Slowly, she sank down, squeezing her lips against his shaft as she moved. When she took him as far inside her mouth as she could manage, she slid back up. The publisher placed his hands lightly on her head and guided her up and down. His hips rocked slightly, pushing his cock deeper inside the warmth of her mouth. Despite her timidity and inexperience, the feeling of her lips wrapped around his dick was divine.
He grunted softly as she sucked him, and he fought to keep control. He didn't want to blow his load before sinking inside the wet tightness of her virgin pussy. Once within those snug walls, he knew it would be a losing battle to maintain control. When his toes began to curl with the immense pleasure running through his body, he pushed her away.
"I am not pleasing you correctly?" she pouted.
"Monique, I want all of you."
Her almond eyes widened; she knew what he wanted, "Yes," she said firmly.
The publisher rolled Monique onto her back and covered her body with his. Pressing his lips against hers, he darted his tongue into her mouth. His hands curled into her hair as their tongues danced together in unison. His cock throbbed against her mound, and she rocked her hips slowly, rubbing the soft curls of her downy pubic hair against the saliva slick shaft.
She opened her legs wide in invitation, and he guided the tip of his cock to her virgin entrance. Biting her lip, she arched against him as he pushed the head of his dick inside her. She felt her lips stretching to accommodate his thickness and a wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
He slowly thrust just the head of his cock in and out of her to get her pussy adjusted to his size. When she started gasping and rocking against him, he slid in further and met with the resistance of her hymen. The thin membrane was the only thing that remained of her sweet innocence. A few more shallow strokes had her breathing harshly, her arms wrapped around his back and her fingers digging into his skin.
When he met the barrier once more, he pulled back and then thrust forward forcefully, tearing the membrane and sinking deep inside her tight pussy. She cried out and tensed as her nails raked over the flesh of his back.
"Relax," he whispered as he moved slowly inside her.
The stinging pain melted away as his cock slid back and forth inside her. Pleasure rolled through her body, and she bucked against him as his thrusts drove her passions higher. She moaned lustfully when his lips drew her nipple into his mouth and he sucked eagerly. Warmth flowed through her breast as he worked the rock hard tip.
Sweat beaded on their bodies as they rocked together. A pink flush stole over Monique's skin as she panted with the exertion of their lovemaking. Her head swam with delicious sensations as his cock plunged deep into the tight depths of her wet pussy. Sparks of pleasure flowed through her each time he buried himself, his pelvis rubbing against the swollen nub of her clit.
He rammed into her and she brought her hips up to meet her. Each thrust caused her tender sheath to twist tighter and tighter in its grip. Her lush breasts quivered with each blow to her body. Her breathing was shallow and desperate and thousands of emotions gushed over her face, a look of anguish as her body was ripped open, a devil grin from a sexy vixen as ecstasy raced up her spin with the feel of his hot shaft drilling into her depths, the blissed out sleepy-eyed gaze of an erotic angel as she floated into another orgasm.
The heels of her shoes were digging into his ass as she wrapped her legs around him. She throbbed and moaned with pleasure.
She clung to him, her fingers pressed against his skin as her head thrashed against the straw. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and loud cries tore from her mouth as her body was wracked with orgasmic spasms. The clutching tightness of her convulsing pussy ripped the unstable reins of control from the publisher's grasp, and he tumbled headlong into the oblivion of release. His seed bathed the inside of her deflowered pussy as he let go and spurted inside her. His cock twitched and shot into her; the sensation of release as he flooded into her soft body searing it with the heat of his seed drove him over the edge and he began to thrash into her brutally, fucking as if to smash her. But her joy was endless each stab made her happier and she rode him in a frenzy of painful bliss.
Suddenly he froze. Propped up on his arms he looked into the dancing fires of her eyes and he collapsed. His body dropped down, knocking the wind out of her but driving his cock in deeper than it had ever been in any woman. He gushed into her, an endless flow causing her to writhe helplessly and his seed burned her and her orgasms danced over the flames.
A tangle of arms and legs, they lay gasping on the bed as aftershocks rang through their bodies. A satisfied smile was plastered on Monique's face.
The publisher kissed his way down her chin, her neck, her chest. His lips traced a path of kisses down her cleavage. He licked her breasts, tasted the salt on her skin, and moved his mouth over her exposed, tender nipple.
Just as she touched him, his revived erection swelled and jerked visibly in her small hand. With a more subtle touch, she stroked him lovingly. His lungs heaved. He groaned with pleasure.
She tried to stop herself from moaning out loud as the publisher fastened his mouth on her nipple, biting her lower lip to make herself quiet. She withdrew her hand from his shaft and embraced him as she writhed in agonizing pleasure.
The publisher suckled on her breast, his tongue swirling around the outline of her areola, his teeth gently nibbling her pert, hard nipple. Her breast swelled under his attention, filling with lust and need and yearning. The publisher tried to pull more of her flesh into his hot, watering mouth. She placed her hands at the back of his head, loving the closeness, forcing him into her chest. Her bosom rose and fell as her breath became faster and faster. At the same time she spread her plump and juicy thighs apart.
Sensing her eagerness, a growl welled up in his chest, a deep feral howl of sexual excitement that seemed to reverberate through his whole body, seemed to shake her body like a tremor, shaking her stifled moans free.
"Oooooohhhhhhh Goddddd..." She was soft and damp enough now, more than ready for him. "Please, I cannot hold anything from you... I want you in me again... ...please..."
The publisher ran his fingers over her back, his nails smoothly caressing down her spine, sending jolts of electricity through her quivering body. He heard her gulping for air, and he pressed himself harder against her thighs. Her every subtle move, every sound sending him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The publisher climbed over her, supporting his body above her with his arms. Her legs parted naturally, automatically, wanting to feel him there in her valley. They locked their gazes, both wanting to see the expression on the other's face as the beautiful Monique was taken by his power.
His erection stood straight out from his pelvis, proud, strong, and heavy. The publisher slid it across her labia, the petals to her sex as the heat billowed up from deep within her. Her wetness began to seep from her, and The publisher coated himself again in that nectar. She saw a gleam in the dark, and realized that a tiny drop of lubricant has begun to bead on his swollen penis. Placing her hands on his wide chest, Monique caressed it, moving her slim fingers to his shoulders as his shaft poised at her opening. She dug her nails into his flesh, fearfully yet deliriously whispering, "I am willing...slowly, please...I want you."
The publisher pressed his cock's head against her petals, and they parted slowly as he pushed into her delicious depths.
They gasped in unison, their eyes locked. She twisted her head back and forth, her mouth open wide as she writhed helplessly. The publisher entered her, his massive cock a sword splitting her apart. The head was engulfed by her and burned with her heat. Already, with just the tip in Monique's body was exploding, torn in two; this second impaling seemed was more powerful than the first. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," over and over as she writhed.
Moaning frantically, she jerked as the publisher started to penetrate, fluid flowing out of her to lubricate their movement. He slowly pressed further into her. God, she was sooo hot! Volcanic, like molten metal, liquid silver, devouring him in its flames of lust.
His penis filled her, the muscles of her sweet sex clamping onto the invading monster in a vice-like embrace. Her dew trickled over his manhood, and the publisher penetrated deeper into her, deeper. The beast moved with an excruciating slow pressure. She looked down her own body and saw the brute vibrating as a small part of it impaled her, the rest of it, the huge mass, pulsated above her. She began to tear up realizing the thing would soon be devouring her insides.
"Oohhhhhhh..." Monique panted. "Ja, ja, ja... Oohhhhhhhhhh..." She raised her hips further up to meet his thrust, impaling her fragile body on his weapon.
The publisher kept pressing into her, until his cock was almost completely consumed. He paused and watched her anguished face; she giggled as she sobbed from the glorious pain. The publisher pushed, and she sensed a tearing within her as he claimed each sweet inch of flesh. As she broke, a sharp pain lanced through her whole body.
She clung to him. "Yes..." She tried to stop the pain, grabbing his arms tightly, digging her nails into his skin. Her long legs pumped up and down over the bed.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." Tears began to flow from her eyes, "Ohhh..." Still he pushed on, filling her with the steel shaft, now glowing with heat. Her body was undulating like a wave in storm; she grunted with each small burst of her body against him. Finally in one cruel shove he plunged his entire cock into her tight tender sheath. She howled as her body was spread apart to receive him then as the pain receded she felt another wave of bliss wash over her causing her to moan again.
His pelvis was flat against hers, and the publisher could feel her whimpering in his arms. He kissed her, needing to ease her pain. Her tongue dipped into his mouth and rolled over his. Her body was flaming and throbbing with pain but the taste of him burst gently into her mouth.
Somehow soothed by his gentle kiss, she shook her head slowly, telling him "I am very happy with you. I will be your playmate yes?"
The publisher rubbed away her tears, but otherwise didn't move. Like the Rock of Gibraltar, his hard body locked there, letting her cry the pain away.
"Please... Go on..." She kissed him lovingly. "I love you." She smiled weakly at him, so vulnerable and willing.
The publisher began to pull back, his thickness sliding out of her slowly. She ached as she felt him leave her depths, a hollow empty feeling left behind. Slowly, as not to hurt her, only to make her feel the blissful beauty of their moment together, the publisher continued. She went limp again as he slid it out, and she quivered down there, trying to control her muscles to keep him there, to keep herself wrapped around his manhood, to keep him in her.
"Please... Do it..."
His hips rocked forward, a little faster this time, nudging into her and filling her again. His erection, slick with their combined fluids, slid easier into her this time. The publisher pushed until he was flat against her, then pulled back again, eager to thrust into her again.
Awaiting the next thrust, she enjoyed the way the publisher made love to her. She was eager for the next thrust too, as she couldn't help but move her hips to meet his thrust, making it go deeper.
The publisher rocked into her again, pulled out quickly. His pace increased, and she saw his jaw go slack, his breathing grow shallow. God, the sensations she was sending through his shaft. She quivered over his penetrating penis, her body thrusting up to meet him like a desperate lover in a garden swing.
The publisher thrust fully into her now, and their pelvises clapped together. His chest pressed hard against hers, her nipples tickled by the hair on his chest and his beard.
The publisher pulled out, and he melted... he thrust in, and his cock burned with fire. He began to grunt as he penetrated her vagina, deeper, into her womb, into her very being.
Monique moaned louder as he quickened his pace sliding in and out of her, rocking the bed as he dove into her sweet tender body.
"Oohhhhhh... Ja, ja, you in me -- so close to it now..." The bedsprings beneath their lunging bodies began to creak. He slid his arms up under her back and hooked his hands over her shoulders; he began to pull her onto his penis, using her body for leverage, and he thrust and thrust and thrust into the hottest, tightest, sexiest woman to grace the Earth from heaven. His huge shaft seemed to be crushed in her ever tightening channel.
The publisher groaned. Building up, swelling, expanding, threatening to wash over her like a tidal wave against the rocky surf.
"Yesss... Come in me deeper, am I fit for a playmate?"
The publisher started pounding in and out of her, impaling her, spearing her on his length. His throat tight, his voice hoarse, moaning, "I've got to explode......" The publisher kissed her face, squeezed her body, thrusted uncontrollably into her as his mind was dominated by the need to shoot his seed deep into her depths.
"So sooo close.... Monique, I am so close..."
Feeling the tensed muscles in both of them, the publisher quicken to the maximum pace. She pressed her body against his, needing to touch every inch of her pliant flesh against him, her nipples trapped between her body and his. "Aahhhhhhh... Mmmmm...Goddddd..."
"Yes... Oh, yyyeesssss... Soon... Monique...
AAAAAAAHHH!!!" His loins spasmed as The publisher felt her inner muscles rippling along his shaft, her body quaking and her voice joining his in unison as they both released together. The publisher planted his seed in her womb. He burst like a canon shell causing her to heave and quake; it was like hot shrapnel tearing through her and she writhed and bucked in agony but suddenly the hot burst turned to cool stars opening up a universe of heaven inside her. She glowed and floated on the orgasm riding his juices as he flooded her body.
They panted, their bodies heaving, unable to breathe. "Monique... ooohh... god, fuck you're good."
"Yes, this is very good," she gasped with satisfaction.
He breathed deeply and looked into her eyes; she looked back dreamily, still dizzy. But she felt him rocking against her and her eyes widened. She felt his shaft growing and swelling again. She giggled that frantic little laugh again. "You are good to me." He grew hotter and hotter, feeling her flood over him.
At first he was just gently rocking but soon his hands gripped her shoulders and he began thrusting and ramming with brutal force.
Soon her supple muscles found the rhythm of his drilling and she matched each thrust pulling and pushing into him. She was so tight and wet and hot that he shot into her once and he strained to hold back. He felt her soaking and bubbling and tearing and squeezing all along his shaft. She was a goddess twisting and bucking beneath him. He was pounding so hard that she was sliding along the sheets. Her chin was pressed into her chest as her unbelieving eyes watched her body impaled over and over again. Finally her shoulders hit the headboard and more exquisite pain was added as she was held prisoner between the headboard and his hammering rod.
She felt the next bolt of his seed blast into her and she groaned with pleasure. "Oh I can feel you in me. It feels so good. Do it again; come all the way in me." Now he was shooting into her in staccato volleys. Each time she would thrust up and groan, "Oh yes, oh god." Then she felt his fingers begin tickle her clit and a whole new set of sensations gripped her. Her body began to jerk and rattle and the spasm of her orgasm took hold. She was confused and afraid as her mind drifted out of consciousness and gave itself over to all the pleasure and pain. Her body and his body went rigid together as one last wave of sensual pleasure poured over them. His face fell into her succulent breasts and they closed their eyes and swooned through the bliss that had swallowed them.
Monique's skull was red with pain and she was crying and laughing uncontrollably. The publisher recovered enough to sit up and stroke her hair gently; she was babbling and shaking and trying to breath.
He chuckled watching the innocent young beauty struggle to contain her bliss. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Well, I guess you're going to be a playmate now."
She smiled slyly now. A grin spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "I think to have made the proper decision," she laughed as she rolled him onto his back and covered him with her sweaty naked body. Their tongues intertwined and they continued to roll over the sweaty sheets; at some point the publisher managed to grab hold of his beloved bottle of baby oil. Monique felt the viscous liquid ooze into the crack of her bottom before she saw the bottle.
"Shhhh, Monique, just relax." The publisher couldn't wait to fuck her deliciously plump ass.
The flight bunny burst into the room, her white scarf streaming behind her. "She's back!" she gasped in a voice filled with panic. She tossed Monique's fur towards the bed. "Avis is stalling the driver so the hatch is still closed."
The publisher was already scrambling into his clothes and pulling the naked Monique off the bed. "Change the sheets! Fast!" he ordered the flight bunny as he pulled Monique towards the rear of the plane.
In the next room there was a ladder to a cargo area. A man in overalls was already scrambling up. The publisher tossed the coat down below and pushed the naked Monique down the ladder and into the arms of the workman. "Get her out the rear hatch and into the Mercedes," he said quickly. He kisses Monique hastily. "I'll make you a playmate, I promise."
"But I…" Her words were cut off by the slamming of the trapdoor above. She descended the ladder swiftly and the workman had the time of his life watching the sexy naked girl carefully come down the ladder. She slipped her arms into the sleeves of the fur and shrugged. She had tried to warn the publisher that her ivory slip was still on the floor of the cabin above. She wondered what would happen when Barbi found it.
The Mercedes pulled out of the hanger silently and Monique wondered how she could become a playmate. She was leaving Munich soon to go to school in the US and the publisher would have no way to find her. She shrugged again and snuggled into her furs.
Eight years later….
The bright lights of the studio warmed Monique St. Pierre's moist skin. She held her breath and the camera clicked a full frontal female nude, legs spread in offering, with the woman toying with her soft hair and
Monique posed on a grey velvet chair which caressed her soft naked flesh, her long legs rested on the hassock in front of her, and exotic flowers behind her filled her lungs with sensuous perfume.
Monique's beauteous face gazed directly into the lens, and she raised her right arm to frame her face. The gleam in her almond eyes was frankly sexual. Who could resist the allure of this playmate?
A thick bittersweet aroma intermingled with the sultry scent of the flowers; Monique seemed to recognize it, but she held her pose, waiting for instruction from the photographer who was now in conversation with someone beyond the lights.
"Monique," he called out. "Stay there on the set; I'm going to take a minute." Monique frowned slightly, how unfair that he gets a break but she doesn't. Another whiff of that familiar aroma wafted over the set. A silhouetted figure approached her through the glare of the lights
The cloud of smoke appeared first, then the familiar figure. How could she forget the man who made her a woman.
"I see that I was able to keep my promise after all," he said with amusement as he stepped in closer.
"Yes, and my English is much better now."
"I have something of yours." He held up the ivory slip draped over his arm. "You cannot imagine the trouble this little thing caused me."
Monique smiled, pleased actually that he kept it all this time. Her lips parted to receive his kiss and the eight years between kisses evaporated in the heat of their lust.
"Now where were we?" he chuckled and he slid the bottle of baby oil from under the slip.
"Oh," Monique purred, a slight tremor of anxiety in her voice.
He was already pushing the hassock away and turning her body face down onto the chair as he guided her knees to the floor.
"But…" she murmured softly.
"Shhhh, Monique, just relax." The publisher couldn't wait to fuck her deliciously plump ass. Monique felt the viscous liquid ooze into the crack of her bottom and his warm lips gently kiss the alabaster flesh across her shoulders. She bit her lips as his firm hands gripped the two round cheeks of her rear and the thick hard shaft lunged into her soft body. She sighed in submission as he fucked away the eight years he had waited.
1970 - Munich, Germany