I Became My Stepfathers Whore
A whore is waiting for another whore, wondering if I'll live up to Pierre's desires or, to be more gentle, a whore is waiting for an escort.That's the least that can be said of me, who married the son before becoming the father's right-hand man and whore.
• Yes, come in, miss, here for you!
Pierre put on his underwear and went to the door of our suite to pick up the young woman we ordered to come and show Pierre firsthand how I handle myself in female relations.
Once the tip was given to the bellhop who accompanied him and the door closed, Pierre gave him €700 as soon as the little bombshell who had just entered, pulling a small suitcase on wheels, joined us.
€700, how much do I cost my lover, other than my situation as his son's wife?
But let's stop having negative thoughts.
Pierre, by cheating me, allowed me to live a life that was far removed from the one reserved for me when I was losing my virginity to the man I remember was called Olaf, the caretaker of the orphanage where I grew up.
And what about the job in a roadside restaurant where I could have stayed, earning money and experiencing insipid things.
An orphan girl planting the stick on the slopes of Courchevel before spending part of the night in the room of Swiss males to help Chantal go from simple dykes to bisexual woman.
On the armchair near our bed, bigger than a helicopter pad, the mink coat Chantal gave me to thank me for organizing this evening in the "Prestige" hotel in Courchevel shows me how far I've come.
And what about Pierre's cock, which is very different from that of Victor, her son.
• How do you want us to proceed, shall I start with your right hand or your left?
• Excuse me, are you a manicurist?
I see Pierre laughing his head off.
• Your husband is a rascal, no, I'm the escort you asked for.
I heard he was talking to the receptionist that I was the manicurist for his wife, with my little suitcase, I played along.
• What do you have to offer me, you're very pretty, but you're the first escort I'm going to spend time with?
• Mini little smile, would you like the hotel rat?
I have what I need in my suitcase, all you have to do, Mr. Pierre, is close the curtains to create the atmosphere and make people believe you're sleeping.
• A hotel rat, I'd like to see that.
• Where is the bathroom, I'd like to get ready, this character requires a little preparation, it'll take me five minutes, I have what I need in my suitcase.
Perfect lighting, go to bed and pretend you're asleep, I'm hurrying, time is money.
A real rat, she moves silently, but I hear her in the bathroom transforming into Mini the little mouse.
We go to bed with Pierre and slightly apart, the bed allowing it, I wait for the rest.
A rustle and I know she's come in, heading towards the nearby dresser and silently opening the drawers one by one.
Of course they're empty, I left a few things in the bag we took with us with the night essentials, the same for Pierre, we wanted to fuck more than pack or unpack our suitcases.
My bag, it's right on the suitcase rest at the end of the bed.
With an almost indescribable noise, the zip of the closure is heard and I see through my eyelashes, my eyelids being almost closed.
Clara, I remember her name on the site where we found it.
Clara, no, Mini is more intimate to wear skin like a hotel rat can be, certainly, in black latex.
On the head, there too she has brought the detail of having a hood with two small pointy ears.
She messes up, takes out one of my thongs, which she brings to her nose and puts under her jumpsuit at chest height.
Too bad, it's clean, if I had known I would have worn the one I wore yesterday and which must have smelled of the moments I spent with Chantal and the Swiss Army knives.
It is in the suitcase in a plastic bag, itself left in the trunk of Pierre's luxury car.
She should be a magician, because plunging her hand back in, it is a dildo that she takes out, far from it belonging to me.
It has straps, I see her trying it on, I pretend to move, I am naked and I spread my thighs.
She quickly bends down like Mini the rat or the mouse would do, afraid of being surprised.
If I understand the situation correctly and if I accept the game, Mini has decided, if I agree and I would be, to fuck myself with this black dildo as black as the outfit planned while playing her character.
She goes back and forth in the room, looks at Pierre's bag, but seems to lose interest.
Back to the bathroom, it's starting to be long, but I think that by making the pleasure last, she exasperates my desire to fuck.
As they say, the longer it is, the better it is.
I would like to see what Pierre is doing, but for that, I would have to move and like all rodents, he risks running to hide in his hole.
Finally, she comes towards me and leans over me, she whispers in my ear.
• Stop pretending to be asleep, I know you're awake, I was next to you at the restaurant in that little traffic jam when you came with your husband.
I helped prepare your eggs in red wine sauce and I clearly saw when you poured that little vial of sleeping pill into your husband's glass.
Still between my eyelashes, I notice that her character is very precise.
Under her nose, on each side of her mouth, she has drawn in black, three lines representing the whiskers of the four-legged animal she is supposed to represent.
• I just found it in your travel bag, you do that often to drug him to be quiet and so that this old beau avoids bothering you for the rest of the day and night.
Hold out your hands to me, you're a girl who likes to be dominated, I'm wrong, come on, put your hands forward.
Ours and François come back to me like a boomerang in the face, how can she know that I tied up my Swiss to better trap Chantal, both having dropped their bread crusts in the cheese fondue.
I feel Pierre breathing, he follows the whole scene while laughing at the good trick he plays on me.
The eggs in red wine sauce, the tied hands, I think about it, since we found him in the morning and where we had lunch together, at no time has he been alone, I left him alone.
The only thing that corroborates his facts is the video, but I was with him in the car in the highway parking lot when I sent it to him and on it it is the so-called superior males who are at my mercy.
I hold out my hands, another magic trick, a pair of handcuffs covered in pink velvet come to immobilize me.
With the flexibility of an animal, she jumps onto the bed, it's another surprise, the bottom of her jumpsuit reveals her pussy a little lighter than the outfit she's wearing.
I'm unable to do anything when she straightens my hands and sticks her pussy to my mouth.
As with Chantal, but without being able to defend myself, a pussy is under my tongue, I take it out, I spread her vaginal lips and I find her clit.
For her part, Mini lets her hand trail, her fingers come to hook my own pussy and I feel her fingers enter me and they too find my clit.
I feel it rise in her as it rises in me, she lets herself slide and suddenly it's on my clit that she persists.
I go to put my hands on her head, it's the only thing I can do with my hands tied up.
I understand better why my little Swiss (I had to place them again...)
My little Swiss wanted me to untie them, I too want to explore everything about the body that Pierre offers me, although at his breath, he must not miss a crumb.
I am the rag doll when she stands up, while I have my legs in the air and, retrieving the dildo, she takes me like a man would.
It is at this moment that my cell phone starts to go off.
Shit Victor, it is certainly him who is calling me, as promised when we stopped on the highway.
• It is my husband who must be calling, let it ring!
Phew, he stopped, but alas no, it calls back.
• Little mouse, put the phone to my daughter-in-law's ear, I know my son, he will insist until she answers, it will end up seeming suspicious to her.
I know how to thank Mini for keeping the incongruity of the situation to herself.
In a few seconds my father-in-law has just told him everything about our situation.
An escort must experience some rather unusual situations, it must be recognized that ours is far from being a pain.
• Victor, I was in my bath, the time to get out I arrived running all wet, you should see the room luckily the carpet is thick.
That's why I'm out of breath.
Yes, you're right and that must also be why I called you by your first name and not darling as I usually do.
The bastards, to believe, especially Pierre, does he want to make his son understand that I am his lover, while Mini continues to stuff me.
He comes towards me and his tongue comes to surround my left nipple, the one within his reach.
Mini stuffs me while unfastening my handcuffs, it is not necessary to have a key to open these festive handcuffs.
• How is your father, is that what you want to know my love?
Yes, wait, after the little stopover where we had lunch, he left me in front of his bedroom door and went into his.
Why am I saying to wait, I don't know, it just came to me?
No, tonight I'm going to order room service, I ate eggs en meurette.
Pierre is in his room until tomorrow morning like me, he wants to...
Why am I stopping, a memory lapse due to fatigue?
I told you he wants to be in good shape to leave tomorrow morning.
