A couple of days after my encounter with Emmanuelle, I felt compelled for a repeat performance. A quick call to Asservissante and I learned my lady was not working that evening. The other girl I was interested in was not working either. It was too early for the full stable of girls, so I decided to call back later. For comparison sake, I put a call through to Les Filles de M. Jacques. (Note that I discovered ClubHombre after my adventures.)

Jacques was both polite and helpful as he inquired into my preferences. He suggested a few girls who were available and gave me good descriptions of them. As I asked more questions, he helped me narrow my selection to two ladies and suggested that I would enjoy the company of Marie-France (or something like that, sadly, I forget).

She showed up about thirty minutes later in jeans, long boots and a very revealing light coat (despite the bitter cold outside). She was very cute with short black hair and blonde tips. A cute face, she had an eyebrow pierce, bellybutton pierce and a stud below her lower lip. Luckily, I really like piercings. I gave her the tour of the place and explained my housesitting situation. When she spotted the fur on the bed, she dove right on top. (Man, I gotta get me one of these!)

There was little time for small talk as we undressed each other, kissing in cuddling the whole while. For the first time in my life, I actually had trouble undoing a bra strap! I don’t know why, but it took me three attempts. We both laughed at my awkwardness as I swore I could usually perform this feat in seconds using only one hand.

With her bra removed, I was treated to two small, natural breasts. It was then that I found I was in for another treat: her left nipple was pierced with a silver bar. Mmmm! Having only had it done a few months ago, she was very pleased with it and told me how much she enjoyed it. She liked having it twisted, but not squeezed. I was all too happy to oblige.

When I asked her if she would get the other nipple pierced, she told me that she was thinking of getting her labia pierced. I had been running my hand over her nether regions as I nibbled and licked her nipples, so I was already familiar with the territory. Although she was shaven, she had a bit of a five-o-clock shadow. I asked her if she was going to pierce her lips or her clit. We examined her pussy and she showed me she was thinking of getting a couple of rings for her labia major. I suggested she consider the labia minor, as it was much sexier. She was surprised by this comment so I explained how the more delicate inner lips were so much fun to suck on and a couple of rings would add to the experience. We talked about piercings for a while as I kissed my way south and settled in between her thighs.

Marie’s skin was rough in comparison to Emmanuelle, however, she was much more appreciative of the ministrations of my tongue. As I licked and sucked and nibbled, she ran her hands over her stomach and breasts. The feel of her skin and her breathing let me know she was close to orgasm, but I was unsuccessful in bringing her off. She was a bit frustrated, but I promised I’d try again after a reprieve.

I lay on my back beside her. She crawled down and positioned herself between my legs and began licking my dick. When she began sucking, I instructed her to play with my balls.

When I asked her to switch to a 69 position, she claimed that she didn’t really like it for some reason. I assured her we would only do it for a few minutes and she wholeheartedly agreed to my request. As I took long licks of her pussy, I thought how nice it would be to see those lips sporting rings.

I twisted her around after a few minutes and she lowered herself on top of me. Thus impaled, she rocked a bit as I matched her rhythm with my thrusts. “Do you want me to come?” she asked. I enthusiastically agreed. She sat up and ground against me as she played with her clit. I could feel myself lodged deep inside her. When she came, she flushed red and gave me a look of relief and release. I pulled her down and kissed her as I moved in and out of her slowly.

When she recovered, I rolled her over for some missionary. As much as I enjoyed the close contact, I wanted to go into her deeper so I put her feet on either side of my head. I drove into her this way for several minutes.

“Can we go doggie?” she asked? I agreed, but instead of pulling out, I rolled her legs to one side until she was semi-prone. I continued to stroke in and out and touching her all over. We enjoyed this for a few minutes before I tried to roll her once more to get her ready for doggie. Unfortunately I popped out during the maneuver. She piled the pillow underneath her and guided me in between her legs.

With my hands on her hips, I could not help compare her to Emmanuelle’s body. Marie is a bit stocky where Emmanuelle was curvy. Both girls were different, but both shared the same pleasure of having a man inside them.

Marie’s hand snaked down between her legs again. I hoped she was going to grab my nuts, but instead she began stroking her clit. “I can come again,” she breathed. I adjusted my rhythm at her request and was rewarded with a huge sigh and flushed face as her orgasm washed over her.

I stroked her back for a few moments then carefully rolled her over without leaving her. We kissed a bit and started thrusting faster. I knew I was on the home stretch and was determined to finish.

With her feet on my shoulders, I realized something I hadn’t noticed before. I held her hands against mine. Her fingers were quite short, as were the toes on her small feet. I realized then how similar her body was to my first serious girlfriend in college. Michelle was an untapped sexual dynamo. We had fabulous sexual adventures together, fantasizing, experimenting, and exploring each other’s body. Our affair ended when I found myself attracted to another girl whose sexual appetite would best be described as saintly, I’m sorry to say.

Here I was, banging away at this cute twenty-year-old while I fantasized about an old flame. I refocused my attention on the sweetie beneath me and redoubled my efforts. I came moments later as I kissed her deeply.

I stayed inside her until I grew soft. I forget what we talked about, but it was that warm, fussy, post-coital feeling. I gave her nipple a few sucks for good measure after I pulled out.

Time was up, unfortunately, and there was a scramble to get her cleaned up and dressed for the waiting car. I then realized that I hadn’t offered her a drink. Better late then never, I guess. She wasn’t a scotch drinker but liked the idea of the spiced rum I had picked up at duty free a week before. A couple of gulps and it was gone! She enjoyed it so much I offered her my glass and she accepted it with a big smile.

As I ushered her to the door, she told me she hoped that I would call on her again and I said I would. A hug and a kiss and she was out in the freezing cold, on her way to bringing joy to another man.