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Conversational French (or the reluctant rapist). (CAW 24 Entry)

Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Author: stex, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

the salt ponds. Down by the water the frontage road turned left under the bridge. It was dark under there, and no one ever went there. Despite a million people driving overhead every day, no one noticed this road to nowhere. Aimée parked in the dark under the bridge, turned on the inside light and excitedly knelt on the seat watching us. She nodded to me, it was my turn to do my thing. I looked Hélène up and down, contemplating where to start. Hélène looked back, fear in her eyes. My hand snaked under her tight skirt, and I dragged her panties down. I removed her strappy heels, and got the panties off her feet. "Hey, you were right." I told Aimée, "Lacy." The panties were lacy as Aimée predicted, teal matching the top. They were also damp, I threw them to Aimée, she sniffed them. "Mmm."` I ran my hand up the inside of Hélène's thigh, she closed her legs to stop me. I dragged up the hem of her skirt, and forced my knee between her thighs to open them. My hand now continued its journey, it found her pussy. Unsurprisingly, after my examination of the panties, she was wet. A couple of fingers found there way into her pussy, and a thumb flicked the clit. She gasped and moaned. I continued on the clit, she sighed, "Merde!" That's French I do understand, literally "shit", or in this case, "Oh shit!" She was enjoying it but didn't want to. Then she came, with a descending cry, "Aieeeeeee." I leant back against the front seats, and smiled at the prone Hélène. Her skirt was rucked ... up around her waist, showing everything below. She wore no stockings or pantyhose, keeping cool in the indian summer we were having. Aimée leant forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Good one." She whispered in my ear. Hélène's eyes flipped open, she glared and me. "Salut!" It still didn't sound like a greeting, she made to slap me. I caught the right hand in mid air, holding her wrist I twisted her arm up behind her back. She gasped in pain. I grabbed the other wrist and also pushed it behind her, I could hold both wrists in one hand. That left me with one hand free and Hélène immobilized. I undid her belt, it was leather died teal in a woven pattern, it slipped out from around her and I handed it to Aimée. "Can you think of anything to do with that?" Aimée would love to use it to warm up Hélène's tush. I found the zip on Hélène's skirt and dragged the skirt down, leaving it around her ankles. Hélène glared at me, resenting the indignity. I reached behind her neck to unhook the necklace, it looked even more expensive close up. She said something, obviously a negative, "ne", something, "pas". I didn't get the French but it was obvious she didn't want me taking the necklace. I unhooked it and gave it to Aimée, "What do you think of that?" "Malfra!" Spat Hélène. Again, I wasn't getting the word, there was probably a consonant on the end, I was getting the gist. She wasn't happy with me. "Nice." Was Aimée's reaction, not sure if that was in response to me or Hélène. I let go of ...