It’s the end of April already, so that means we have run out of time for this month’s installment of ‘Stories of O.’ i realize there weren’t a lot of actual stories due to my little vacation (or Urlab as Idetta might say), but i do hope You enjoyed all the pictures that were posted while i was gone. Still, a little recap might be in order.
1. The month started off with O being done away with. If O is dies, would this still be ‘Stories of O’?
2. Idetta has come back to the little cottage on the outskirts of Stuttgart where she had planned to retire with Hans, but Hans was killed in a car crash. What will Idetta do now?
3. Verona is now fully engaged in her attempt to do a video biography of life as a sex slave. How will this work out for her?
4. Alessa and Sutton saw a ‘friend’ of Alessa’s – golfer Chloe- on the television, and Nanny Marisol also saw another ‘acquaintance’ of Alessa’s at the zoo. Will anything come of either?
For possible answers to the above and life’s other questions, please come back in May. Until then, au revoir.
“You say lesbian drama as if there is no such thing as heterosexual drama,” said Alessa in response to Sutton’s remark about Chloe the golfer. “But there is just as much drama between men and women as between two women. Our little argument about my smoking just moments ago might be considered ‘drama’ by some. Especially, if the Paparazzi or TMZ had filmed it. Remember all the stuff about Doutzen and Ari when she attacked that girl he was seeing on the side. Now, that was drama. And even though two women were involved, it wasn’t ‘lesbian drama’ was it? No. That term is just another way men try to establish dominance over women.”
Sutton looked at Alessa with a bemused expression. He said, “My wife. Not only one of the world’s most beautiful women, but also a philosopher.” Alessa picked up a pillow from the bed and hit him with it, then fell on top of him giggling. She said, “I’m sorry I was such a bitch earlier. I know you are just concerned about our child, and I over reacted. How can I make it up to you?”
“Well…” replied Sutton.
Alessa raised herself onto her knees, saying, “And don’t say by going back to Roissy.” Then she looked down and saw a bulge beneath the sheets below Sutton’s waist. “But I do have an idea.” Saying this, Alessa reached beneath the sheet and grasped Sutton’s already erect member and said, “I think we have time before Marisol brings Hampton back from the zoo.”
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About ten minutes later Alessa’s head was bobbing up and down, her mouth encircling Sutton’s upright member and her right hand stroking it. She continued pumping with her hand, but moved her mouth away long enough to say, “Come on baby. You can do it. Do it for mama.” Hearing this, Sutton suddenly cried out and discharged, splashing Alessa’s face and dark brown hair with semen. As he did so, Alessa heard the door to the apartment open and a voice call out, “Monsieur Sutton, Miss Alessa, we are home from the zoo.”
Alessa jumped up and said, “Shit! They’re home already. I’ll throw on a robe and go in to greet them. You get dressed.”
Sutton looked up as Alessa quickly threw on a short robe, grinned, and said, “Right, boss!”
Alessa walked hurriedly into the living room, still tying the belt around her robe. Hampton looked and her, said, “Mommy! Mommy!” and ran to her. Marisol said, “Oh Hampton, it looks like Mommy just got out of the tub and was putting creamy lotion on her face. Look! She even got some in her hair because she was in a hurry to see you.” Alessa started to blush but knew that Marisol had said this in all innocence, not realizing what the ‘creamy lotion’ in her hair really was.
As Alessa picked up her young son and held him close, Sutton also came into the room. He had pulled on jogging shorts and a tee shirt to cover himself. He tugged at a red balloon tied to Hampton’s wrist and said, “Why it looks like Miss Marisol bought you a balloon. How sweet of her.”
Marisol replied, “Oh, I didn’t get the balloon. A very nice, older man in a suit saw us standing by the fence around the monkeys; he came up and said, ‘Hampton! How nice to see you again!’ He must have seen me pull Hampton to my side because he went on to quickly say, ‘It’s okay. I met Hampton and his mother about a year or so ago, outside the Orsay Museum. He was a baby then, in a stroller. As adorable then as he is now. And I met his mother again when we were both on the same flight to New York last fall. And his father, Sutton, and I are both in the same club, although I am not sure we have been formally introduced there.’ Except he called it a society rather than a club. He seemed so nice and knew both of you, so I saw no harm. We chatted a bit and he bought Hampton the balloon. Was that okay?”
Sutton said, “Of course. An older man in the same club as I am? Did he say his name?”
Marisol thought a bit before saying, “He said his name was Monsieur Ralph, but I didn’t catch his last name.” She paused, then added, “he told Sutton that he expected his mother to bring him back to the zoo at the same time next week. He would be waiting. Then he laughed, but not like he had told a joke.”
Sutton replied, “I can’t place him, but no matter.” Then he turned to Alessa and said, “You know him, right Darling?”
Alessa felt her blood run cold. She replied, “Vaguely. An older man who likes to hang around with models. Marpessa’s friend mostly. I have met him a couple of times.” What Alessa didn’t tell Sutton was that Ralph was a member of the Roissy Society, in fact a senior member. He had come upon Alessa when she was strolling Sutton in the park by the Orsay Museum and Alessa was wearing the Roissy signet ring on the middle finger of her right hand, signifying she had been to Roissy and belonged to a member of the Society (where Sutton was a junior member). As such if she was out wearing the ring and unaccompanied by a member, she had to obey without question any member she encountered. Alessa both liked the design of the ring and found it fashionable, so she often wore it – even if Sutton was not with her. And she had encountered Ralph twice doing so. Both times he had forced Alessa to satisfy him. Although Alessa’s answer had been nonchalant, she thought to herself, “Oh Dear God! He must expect me to bring Hampton to the zoo next week, so he can have me again.”
Alessa looked up and saw Sutton smiling down at her with a big grin on his face. “What? How long have you been here?” she stammered.
“Oh, I’ve been here several minutes. I guess you didn’t hear me come in what with your ear phones and all. Let me guess, you were listening to ‘Bolero’ weren’t you?”
Alessa blushed slightly before saying, “Yes. I was.”
“But neither you nor the music had quite reached climax, I gather,” said Sutton.
Again, Alessa blushed. This time an even deeper shade of red. “No, neither of us.” Then she reached out her hand, grabbed Sutton’s, and pulled it to her sex. “But I was pretty close,” she said.
Sutton slid a finger into her and said, “I remember reading somewhere that pregnant women get quite horny when their time is close.” Then he rubbed his hand around Alessa’s clitoris in small circular motions. Alessa moaned, and as she did so, she unzipped Sutton’s pants and pulled out his semi-erect member. Then she took it in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Now it was Sutton’s turn to moan. Soon he was as hard as a rock. Alessa looked up and said, “Darling, I want you in me. I want you to penetrate me.” And then taking Sutton’s member in her hand, she led him into the bedroom.
He answered, “But aren’t you afraid it might harm the baby?”
Alessa answered sheepishly, “I have another hole.” She reached into the bedside table and took out a small bottle of lubricant and handed it to Sutton. Then she got on the bed on her hands and knees with her rear in the air at the edge of the bed. “Now. Do it quick. And don’t be gentle,” she said.
Sutton came over to the bed and applied some lubricant to Alessa’s anus, then tested it with his middle finger. She moaned slightly. Then he edged his penis into her. At first it was difficult, but he kept pushing. Alessa gasped. He was completely in. She rocked back. “Oh yes! Yes! Oh!” she said.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Questioned Sutton.
“Yes. It hurts.” She said. “But it hurts so good.” Then Alessa pushed her head into the pillow and made soft sounds.
Sutton held Alessa’s narrow hips and pushed even deeper. Then he moved his hands to her swollen belly, before reaching her heavy breasts which felt full to his touch. He pinched her nipples and rolled them in his fingers. He heard Alessa groan loudly into the pillow. “Oh, my God,” was muffled somewhat by the soft down. Her head bobbed up. “Play with me. I’m about to come.” Sutton let Alessa’s right nipple go and moved it back to her sex and quickly found her erect clitoris. Alessa felt herself contracting as Sutton emptied himself into her bowels. “Oh yes!”
Out on the small balcony of the apartment, Alessa soon cooled down, both in a physical and emotional sense. Although it was the late afternoon and the day had been warm, Alessa felt her nipples stiffen in the slight breeze blowing around the balcony. “Why am I such a bitch sometimes?” she thought to herself as she took a long drag on the cigarette. “I know Sutton really loves me. And I know he is just trying to protect our son’s health. But sometimes he just seems overbearing. And I always seem to throw it up to him that I only went to Roissy to please him. In fact, I was curious, and half wanted to go, even before he asked me to. True – I did NOT like to be beaten, but I was very aroused by the sight of other women being flogged and taken without any regard to their wishes. And truth be known, I really didn’t hate it when I was taken that way. I guess all women have rape fantasies.”
Alessa’s thoughts were interrupted from a shout below. She looked down and there three stories down on the sidewalk was a young man looking up at her and yelling something Alessa did not understand. She looked again and noticed that he had a dark complexion. The man gestured at her and she thought, “Probably some Arab or Muslim saying I am offending him by being naked. Well, I am fucking naked on my own balcony. If he is offended, he should just not look!” Alessa then leaned over the balcony and waved at him with her right hand while she flicked the cigarette butt towards the street with her left. Then, calmer now, she went back into the bedroom where Sutton was still lying on the bed.
Alessa started to say, “I’m sorry,” but Sutton shushed her and said, “Come here, Babe. Look at the TV. Your buddy, the golf pro is on TV.” Alessa, who was beginning to get near sighted, picked up her glasses from the bedside table and peered at the television. Sure enough, there was Chloe G., the professional golfer and sometimes paramour of Josie S., the model. Alessa and Josie had been featured together in several ad campaigns, most recently a shoot for Victoria’s Secret in the mountains of Colorado. The television showed Chloe standing over a ball on a putting green. Alessa heard the announcer saying, “If Chloe G. makes this putt, she will be in a three-way tie for the lead after 54 holes in the Royal Thai Championship in Bangkok.” Chloe sunk the four-foot putt, and Alessa saw Josie run onto the putting green and embrace Chloe.
Sutton said, “Didn’t you tell me you met Chloe when she accompanied Josie on that photo shoot in Montana you did last fall?” “It was Colorado, not Montana. And yes, Chloe was there with Josie.” What Alessa did not tell Sutton was that she and Chloe had made love several times, including a couple of three ways with Josie. Instead, she said, “I thought she and Josie had broken up. I thought Chloe was now dating Kirstin Sims, the actress.”
It was a lazy Friday afternoon in Paris in the spring. Alessa and Sutton were lying on the bed in the spacious master bedroom of the apartment they kept when they were in the city. It was by no means small, but cozy in comparison to the huge home they had in the hills outside of Los Angeles. All in all, it fit the life style of the couple – a dual income couple of the highest level. Between the money Sutton made from the vineyards in California and Alessa’s modeling fees, keeping up two homes and a Spanish nanny for their young son Hampton was relatively easy.
Marisol, the nanny, had taken Hampton to the zoo, giving Sutton and Alessa some “quiet” time, although Alessa had been anything but quiet as Sutton had brought her to a second crushing orgasm. Alessa lay there panting for a bit while Sutton grinned like a schoolboy and said, “Guess I still have the magic touch.”
Alessa stared into space, said, “Oh yeah.” Then moments later said, “God, I want a cigarette!”
Sutton replied with a somewhat scolding tone, “Babe, you know the rules. No smoking in the apartment. It might be bad for Hampton. Besides, you should quit. It’s bad for you, too.” Then, Sutton thought to himself, “Probably shouldn’t have said that.” And he braced for what was coming next.”
Alessa’s mode changed from contentment to offended in a heartbeat. “Don’t start in on me. I’ll fucking smoke if I want to. I’m a grown woman. I fucking starve myself so I can squeeze into size zero dresses and parade my ass on the catwalk. If I didn’t smoke to curb my appetite, I’d eat what I want and be too fat to model. You’re always on my ass about Something! Hell! I do most everything damn thing you want me to! I went to Roissy for you! Only for a week, only to see what it’s like, you said. Shit! I was treated just like any other slave girl there! Whipped! Beaten! Raped by strangers! Even got my pussy pierced so I could wear a ring in It! I did all that for you and now you have the unmitigated gall to tell me I shouldn’t smoke! Well, fuck you!” With that, Alessa got up from the bed, opened the drawer beside the bed, pulled out a lighter and a pack of Marlboros and flounced, naked as the day she was born, out onto the balcony of the third-floor apartment and lit a cigarette.
Back in the bedroom, Sutton shook his head. Then he took the TV remote control in his hand and switched on the television just in time to catch the Sky News Sports Report.
Alessa met her friend for lunch. As the two women talked, Alessa casually mentioned taht she and Sutton were going to the Spanish coast for some type of “event.” Her friend laughed and said, “But there is nothing there but refugees and human traffickers. I sSutton going to sell you as a slave?” Alessa thought to herself, “If only you knew about my experiences at Roissy and what I saw there.”
After his dinner of pasta and salmon, Sutton had a small brandy and watched as Alessa prepared for bed. She undressed, removing her dress, panties and bra. As she stood there naked, she looked at Sutton and said, “Nightie or no nightie?” Sutton swallowed the remainder of his brandy and began undressing himself. He said, “No nightie tonight.,” laughing at his own little joke.
Later as they lay in bed Sutton traced his finger around Alessa’s nipples causing them to stiffen. He said, “You seem distracted, worrying about going to Colorado for the lingerie shoot? You said you’d only be gone two weeks.”
Alessa said, “No. It’s not that. It’s just that you said Anna knows about branding. It reminded me of that Christmas at Roissy, or was it New Years, I can’t remember.” And Alessa’s thoughts went back to that December three years ago:
She and Sutton were in some sort of large room at Roissy. She hadn’t really wanted to go, but Sutton insisted. She remembered Rene was these, along with Ari, who used to be her friend Doutzen’s lover before Doutzen disappeared. Ari’s insufferable younger brother Nathan was also there, along with several other Masters that she recalled seeing at Roissy during her stay there. And in the corner was O, the girl who had once photographed Doutzen and her for another lingerie advertisement. O was stark naked and with an older man, who Alessa presumed was Sir Stephen, the Master O had told her about. She remembered he had a leash in his hand and the other end of the leash was attached to the ring that pierced O’s labia. And of course, Anne Marie was there, standing by a brazier filled with hot coals. She had a small branding iron in her hand.
Anna’s lover, Tristan led her into the room. She, too, was entirely naked. Alessa whispered to Sutton, “She is going to be branded, isn’t she?” Sutton answered, “Yes. At the stroke of midnight. In ten minutes.” Anne Marie motioned for Anna to kneel n front of Tristan. Anne Marie then asked her, “Anna, do you agree to bear Tristan’s brand? For it to be permanently burned into your flesh?”
Anna had looked up at Tristan and said simply, “Yes.”
Then two of the Roissy slaves – Alessa remembered it was Nena and Eurydice – bound Anna to some sort of post in the middle of the room. Her hands were bound to a metal ring in the post above her head, and her feet were tied so that her legs were slightly spread. Then a strap was placed around her belly just above her hips. Anne Marie then put the branding iron in the brazier with the hot coals and said, “Watch Anna, watch while the iron turns red.” Then to Nena and Eurydice, “You may fondle and play with her while the iron heats, but do not let her reach orgasm.”
Alessa’s eyes went from the spectacle of Anna – bound to a stake, being fondled, to the brazier, then to the clock on the wall. Anna moaned occasionally, but as their Mistress had ordered, Nena and Eurydice didn’t allow her to come. As the clock hand approached midnight, the girls backed away. Anna’s eyes were fixed on the brazier where the iron was now red hot. Tristan kissed her on the mouth, then backed off. The clock chimed twelve. Anne Marie pushed the hot iron into Anna’s white flesh just above her pubic slit. She screamed and fainted. The men in the audience applauded.
Alessa looked at Sutton and said, “I cannot remember the exact date, but I’ll never forget her scream.
Alessa, satisfied that she had no bruises or welts, slipped on a bath robe and went on the hotel balcony. She lit a cigarette and sipped on a soda. She scanned the parking lot and street below. As she was watching, a taxi pulled up and Sutton got out.
“Finally,” thought Alessa. “Sutton is here. I‘m so glad.” It was over 15 minutes before Sutton came up to the room. When he came in, Alessa rushed to him and kissed him deeply. “My love,” she murmured. “You’re finally here.”
Sutton smiled and said, “I would have come up sooner, but while checking in, the clerk told me some wild tale about you coming in about 4 in the morning, completely naked. What’s up with that.” Alessa stammered and told Sutton that she and her girlfriends had gone out drinking and then gone skinny dipping in the hotel pool. Her friends as a joke took her clothes and left, leaving her naked.”
“Hmm” said Sutton, “So you weren’t out with another man?”
“No. Of course not.” “Well, I must interrogate you to see if you are telling the truth. Take off your robe and lie down on the bed.” Sutton then took a couple of ties from his suitcase. Using them he secured Alessa’s wrists to the bed. Once Alessa was secured Sutton began massaging her sex and removing his fingers just before Alessa came. Alessa moaned, “Please, Sutton. Let me come.” But he said, “Tell me the truth, Alessa. What really happened?’
“Well, there was this man on the beach…” Her voice trailed off as thoughts of Roissy swirled in her head and a huge orgasm came over her.
Alessa sat there on the beach for a moment, stunned that Sarah had told her that the girl named Laia might be on her way to Roissy. Alessa thought to herself, “Poor thing. She has no idea what she’s getting into.” Then Alessa got up and left her friends. “Alessa, are you going already? You have hardly been here an hour.”
Alessa responded, “Suddenly, I don’t feel well. Perhaps it’s too much sun.”
“Or a hangover,” laughed Marta. I ran into some airline people and they said that the famous model, Alessa, had gotten into their elevator completely naked. Just where were you last night and just how much did you have to drink?”
Alessa ignored her. Marta had never been one of her favorites. Instead Alessa went to a secluded area with some shade. She sat down and thought about Laia and what was likely in store for her. She thought to herself, “I have known several girls who went to Roissy: O, the photographer, Doutzen, whom I modeled with and considered a friend, and that young girl Anna whom I watched getting branded on New Year’s. All were brought by a man who talked them into going. And look what has happened to them. Pierced and branded like slaves. Prostituted to strangers, and poor Doutzen. I don’t even know what happened to her. One of the girls at Roissy told me she was crucified! I’m so very glad that I only went for a week and that Sutton was OK with a week only. Sutton likes some kinky stuff, but he never wanted to harm or enslave me.”
Then Alessa got up and went to her hotel room to wait on Sutton.
The photo shoot at the dude ranch went on for several days. The girls would continue to model a combination of western wear and lingerie. The producer and company representative were sure it would boost Christmas sales. Adri was not alone in noticing the chemistry between Alessa and Josie, who on previous photo shoots had been barely civil to one another. Therefore, he shot many scenes with the two of them – and Adri, who was one of his favorites- together.
Chloe mainly stuck around the hotel rather than accompanying the group on trips into the more remote parts of the ranch. “Hey, I’m a golfer, not a cowgirl,” she had told Josie. “I spend enough time outdoors.” Instead, she spent her days in the gym and sauna at the hotel. “Gotta get stronger. Hit the ball farther,” she said.
What she did not tell Josie was that she had met a new friend at the sauna.
While waiting for one for one of the photographers to get ready, Alessa and Adri chatted and commented on the articles of clothing they were wearing that particular day. The theme for the day was ‘bad ass cowgirls’ and both Alessa and Adri wore primarily black outfits, the exception being the brown boots Alessa wore. Otherwise, everything was black: black cowboy hats, black bras and v-string panties, black chaps for Adri and a long black cape for Alessa.
Adri said, “You’re so lucky. I bet that cape at least keeps you a little warm. My ass is freezing, and I bet my nipples are sticking straight out almost pushing through this bra.”
Alessa laughed and said, “They are about to. Mine is a padded bra and II can still see the outline where mine are. And there are goose bumps on your ass. But I guess it’s worth it for the money we’re getting.”
“Plus, I gather some side benefits in your case,” said Adri.
“Whatever on earth are you talking about?”
“Well, earlier when they were shooting the scene where you, Josie and I are walking along the ridge, I sensed something between you two. Some sort of obvious chemistry. Plus, you arrived together, along with that tattooed girl. I think you might be as they say, ‘gay for the stay.’ It wouldn’t be the first time two models hooked up on a photo shoot.” Alessa snorted and said, “Josie and I are hardly a thing. We did share a room in Denver, but only because the other suite was unavailable. Besides, that tattooed girl as you call her is Chloe G. She’s a professional golfer and Josie’s current lover. She was in the room in Denver with us.”
“Ooh, a threesome. How adventurous!”
“You’re crazy,” said Alessa, but she could feel herself blushing.
“No judgements, girlfriend. No judgements. I can see why you might, though. Josie is undeniably gorgeous, and her golfer girlfriend is interesting in a butchish sort of way.”
“Actually, Chloe is a very nice girl. She, like me, is a Southerner.”
“Ooh Kay,” replied Adri, drawing out the syllables and laughing slightly.
“Stop it! You’re awful! If you weren’t my dearest friend, I’d be angry with you.”
Adri sensed that she had perhaps struck a nerve and quit teasing her friend. To change the subject, she pointed to a large ring on Alessa’s finger and said, “That’s certainly an interesting ring. It’s not a part of the wardrobe for the shoot. Where on earth did you get it?”
Alessa looked down at the Roissy ring on her finger. She replied to Adri, “Oh, it was given to me several of years ago to mark a significant event. Sometimes I forget to wear it, but whenever I do, it seems that interesting things happen.”
Before Adri could ask her friend what type of interesting things, the director called out, “Adri, Alessa! We are ready for your next photos.”
The next day the photo shoot began. The film producer and the executive from the lingerie company had a theme in mind – Cowgirls in Lingerie – and had brought literally a truck load of bras, panties, teddys, etc. The dude ranch was helpful in supplying ‘cowboy’ gear.
The shoot went fairly well, although as the director told the producer, “Working with over a half dozen beautiful models is like trying to herd cats.” Marpessa who was to play the part of the wise old cowboy wasn’t happy that her role was shortened to almost non existent, but was assuaged somewhat when the director told her that she looked too young for the part. Adri complained that t was so cold that she was afraid her “nipples might freeze and fall off.” And then she picked up a branding iron from the fire and threatened Josie with it because of some reason. Or as the lingerie executive told the producer, “Just typical model drama.”
Still, some of the video and accompanying stills were quite striking.
The limousine from the lingerie company rolled through a gate with a sign over it that read, “Welcome to the Bar R Ranch.” Alessa noted the sign and looked around. It was a beautiful setting: tall mountains coveted with fir trees around the base and capped with white snow. Running from the base of the mountains were green pastures. The limousine pulled up to a large ranch house made from fallen logs which was conjoined with a larger structure that looked similar to a boutique hotel.
“Reminds me of Scandinavia.” To which Chloe replied, “Well, it sure ain’t the South Carolina low country, right Alessa?”
“Not in the least,” replied Alessa who was relieved to finally be there at last.
Inside the ranch house, the three women were shown to separate rooms. “Thank God I don’t have to share a room,” thought Alessa to herself. After quickly unpacking, the three went downstairs to the lobby. There a producer met them and outlined what he wanted from Alessa and Josie. Chloe discovered an onsite gym with sauna, and said, “I’ll see you beauties later. Us athletes gotta stay in shape.”
The producer told Alessa and Josie that they would join the other models the next day to begin shooting. They would model various lingerie items and ‘western wear’ which Alessa assumed meat boots and cowboy hats. The lingerie company intended to use the photos for their Christmas catalog. “Men are the biggest buyers of lingerie. And all men love pretty women and cowboys,” said the producer.
As he finished talking, some other models came in. Alessa heard a loud voice call her name. She turned to see Adri and Marpessa. Alessa and Adri broke into the business together and Marpessa had been their mentor. “How good to see you,” said Adri. “It has been too long. What? Two years?” Marpessa also said, ”It’s been since last spring for me. How are you darling? And how is that adorable Hampton?”
While Alessa, Adri, and Marpessa caught up, Josie lurked off with some of the younger models. “Oh Good! The children are going to play,” said Marpessa sarcastically. Then, “That will give the grown-ups time to catch up.”
Alessa considered her two friends. Marpessa was probably in her mid-50’s now but was still lithe and her hair dark without signs of gray. “Perhaps due to something other than just good genes,” thought Alessa to herself. And as Marpessa herself would readily admit – she subsided mainly on scotch, cigarettes, champagne, cocaine and a lot of gossip.
Adri was a little older than Alessa - mid 30’s. Alessa noticed Adri seemed a little thicker than when she last saw her. Not heavy by any means, but more muscular. Adri must have noticed because she said without prompting, “I’ve become an exercise nut. Weightlifting and kick boxing. Pedro likes me this way.” Adri was married to the famous soccer player, Pedro M. “Besides, now I can kick his ass if he misbehaves,” laughed Adri.
Marpessa said, “Let’s adjourn to the Bar and gossip about everyone else.”
Alessa opened her eyes. Across the bed she saw the faint red glow of the clock radio on the table beside Sutton’s side of the king size bed. It read 3:49. Her head throbbed, and she realized that she might have been overserved at the restaurant. She thought, “Might have. Bullshit! I drank way too much, and Sutton encouraged it.” Then, “I guess he was trying to make up for having nagged me about smoking. I really should quit, but I’m afraid I’d put on weight.” Then she smiled and thought, “Well, at least sucking his cock won’t put any weight on me. And it was fun to hear him groaning with pleasure.”
Alessa then got out of bed and quietly padded to the bathroom adjacent to their bedroom. She sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder, then went back to the bedroom. There in a sliver of moonlight that was peeking through the window, she saw Sutton’s lower body silhouetted. Alessa noticed that he had a partial erection. She thought, “Probably dreaming about that whore he and Rene picked up and took to Roissy. I bet by now she’s wishing she had never met those two on that roadside. For her sake, I hope she enjoys taking a beating as much as she enjoys fucking.
“Or perhaps he is dreaming about what I told him – that Josie’s golfer friend, Chloe, said she wanted to have a threesome with Josie and me. That does sound like it might be fun. And I know Sutton would love to watch. He has said that he loved to watch me being taken by other men when I went to Roissy that time, so I’m sure he’d like to see me with a beautiful woman. And Josie is beautiful; I’ll give her that. And Chloe looks – well, Chloe looks interesting, and she does have a good athletic body.”
Sutton stirred in his sleep. Alessa thought she saw his member twitch in the pale moonlight. She got back in bed and lay close beside him. She took his partially erect member in her hand and gently began stroking it. It began to come to life even more, growing longer and harder. Alessa though to herself, “Men and their cocks. They think it has power over us, but it is for us that they come to life.” In the moonlight she saw her hand with the Roissy ring on her middle finger – she had forgotten to remove it when she tumbled into bed in a semi-drunken stupor several hours previously – pumping the now fully erect member. Suddenly in his sleep, Sutton groaned and discharged on Alessa’s hand.
As Alessa licked the semen from her hand, Sutton rolled over and resumed snoring. Alessa cuddled beside him and thought, “Men. And their cocks.” Then she lapsed into a deep sleep.
Sutton and Alessa enjoyed dinner at Le Ciel de Paris. Before a dinner of roast beef for Sutton and a salmon salad for Alessa, the couple had martinis – Alessa gulped down three. And a bottle of wine each with the meal – red for Sutton and white for Alessa. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Alessa’s previous dark mood seemed to have passed. Each time the waiter came over to ask how the meal was or if they needed more wine, she surreptitiously reached under the table and grabbed Sutton’s crotch while he conversed with the waiter. Then when the waiter retreated, she whispered in Sutton’s ear, “It feels so big beneath the cloth of your trousers. I can hardly wait until we get home"
Alessa continued to act this way on the ride back to the apartment they shared with their little son, Hampton. At a traffic light, Alessa unzipped Sutton’s trousers, pulled out his member, and after fondling it only a little bit descended on it like a hawk on a squirrel. Alessa alternated sucking with running her tongue around the tip of Sutton’s member. It distracted him enough that he let out a soft moan and forgot to go on through the intersection as soon as the light turned green. Alessa, hearing the angry beep of the car behind them, bobbed her head up, looked back at the car behind them, stuck out her tongue and mouthed, “Sorry, I was blowing him.”
When they got back to the apartment, it was obvious that Alessa had been overserved. She was hanging all over Sutton as he dismissed Marisol, the nanny, who told him that young Hampton was fast asleep in his room. One Marisol had left, Alessa dropped to her knees and began pulling Sutton’s trousers down. Her mouth again sought out his member. Sutton looked down at her head bobbing up and down. He thought to himself, “I wonder what has got her so worked up – the alcohol or the thought of a threesome with Josie and her golfer friend.” But to Alessa, Sutton only said, “No fair. You’re still dressed.”
Alessa, holding onto Sutton’s now erect member, led him into the bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed, saying, “Strip now. Strip naked.” Then she reached behind herself, undid the top button on her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing that she was completely nude. She must have noticed the look in Sutton’s face because she said, “I thought I might have to model some under garments for the shoot today, so rather than having to change, I just went commando.”
Then giggling, Alessa got into bed with the now naked Sutton. Taking his member in her hand again, she said, “I’m going to suck your dick like I’m mad at it.”
Sutton didn’t respond but drove on to the restaurant where he had made reservations in silence. Alessa decided she had either hurt his feelings or deflated his male ego, so she finally said, “I was joking.” Then after a bit, “Sorta, but you know I’ll always come back to you and your big dick.”
Sutton spoke, “I wouldn’t necessarily mind seeing you with Josie and that tattooed golfer. It would probably be quite erotic. You know I found it very erotic watching you being taken by strange men while you were at Roissy. Did you really hate that?”
“No. Not really. In fact, I enjoyed it sometimes. Depending on my mood and the man, I guess. I was just blowing off steam earlier. Sometimes, your nagging me about my smoking gets on my nerves. Roissy was really an adventure for me.” Alessa did not tell Sutton about the times she had run across Society members away from Roissy who were alerted to her status by the Roissy ring she sometimes wore on her middle finger. “Now, those were real adventures,” she thought to herself.
Sutton said, “I know you think I’m nagging, but it’s for your own good.”
“And you know I have an oral fixation and need something in my mouth. A cigarette, a lollipop, a tooth pick, something.” After a moment, she added coyly, “you.”
Sutton replied, “After dinner, we’ll work on that.”
Sutton pulled the black Mercedes sedan up to the edge of the Bois de Vincennes where Alessa was sitting on a park bench, smoking. He had called her on his cell phone earlier in the day and said that he would be n the vicinity and would pick her up rather than having the car that belonged to the modeling studio bring her back to the apartment. It was nearing six and the day’s shooting for a perfume advertisement editorial that would run in the next issue of Vogue was completed. In it Alessa would ‘star’ with Josie, an up and coming Danish model. Alessa had not been happy about the editorial initially because she was to the ‘older woman’ in it. Sutton had not helped matters when he had said, “But darling, she’s twenty-four and you’re thirty-three.” Alessa had hissed back, “I’m still thirty-two for three more months.” But her agent had told her what an opportunity it was, so she had relented, besides Sutton’s winery sales were slumping – they could use the income.
Sutton stopped the car and looked at Alessa’s face framed by the setting sun. He thought to himself, “Even if she is entering her mid-thirties, she is still gorgeous. And Alessa has the body of a twenty-year-old. Alessa got up from the bench and threw down the half-smoked cigarette before crushing it with her high heeled pump. As she got into the Mercedes, Sutton said, “I thought you said you were going to quit smoking. It’s bad for you, you know.” That was a mistake.
Alessa glared at Sutton and said, “You know. I fucking starve myself so I can keep getting into a size zero dress or model the latest Victoria’s Secret bras that push up my tits so they look even larger. I’m hungry all the fucking time. And nervous that I am getting too old for this job. Smoking curbs my appetite and helps my nervousness. And bad for me – I suppose when you talked me into going to Roissy – “It’s only for a week, darling. Just so you can see what it’s like. You’ll enjoy it. Enjoy it! Enjoy what? Getting fucked in the ass by masked men. Having to blow them on demand! I suppose all that was good for me? I won’t smoke in the apartment because of Hampton, but I’ll fucking smoke outside if I want to!” Sutton endured Alessa’s tirade in silence. Then to lighten the mood, he asked, “How did the shoot go today?”
Alessa replied cryptically, “Interesting. Very interesting.”
“How so?”
She went on, “Well, Josie is still with that female golfer, Chloe. You know the one with the mop of curly hair and lots of tattoos. Anyway, since they’re an item now, she accompanied Josie to the set. Josie is probably blowing the director because he allowed Chloe to roam around while he was shooting us. For one scene, I, as the older woman trying to seduce young Josie, am supposed to kiss her. I was planning o just a quick buss, but before the shot, Josie says, ‘Really plant one on me. I want Chloe to be jealous.’ So when I go to kiss her, she goes all open mouthed on me and ran her tongue down my throat. Really kissed me like she meant it.”
“And?” said Sutton.
“Well, during a break, Chloe sidles up to me and says, ‘I saw how you kissed Josie.’ I was expecting some lesbian drama, and started to say, ‘It was her idea,’ but before I could, Chloe says, ‘Would you be interested in a threesome?’ I was a little shocked.”
It was the morning that Alessa was to fly from Paris to New York and then on to Denver. From there a van belonging to the lingerie company would take her to the dude ranch, high in the Rockies, where Alessa, Josie and several other models would do the holiday shoot for the most famous lingerie company. The theme was to be ‘Models who want to be cowboys.” Or as Sutton put it, “Cowboy hats, chaps, boots, spurs, panties and bras.” Sutton had pointed out that she was taking very few warm clothes and little if any under garments. Alessa dryly replied, “The company will furnish us the clothes for the shoot, and we’ll get to keep the things we like.”
She had offered to take a limo to the airport, but Sutton insisted that he, Alessa, Marisol, their au pair, and young Hampton, their son all go to the airport together to see “Mommy” off to work. Sutton said, “It’s probably time Marisol sees Roissy.”
Alessa frowned and said, “That’s not funny, Sutton. She’s only nineteen.”
He responded, “Hey, I was talking about the airport, not YOUR Roissy.”
Alessa clearly irritated, and truth be known not looking forward to the nine hour flight to New York, said, “I know good and damn well you and Rene will be partying at Roissy before my flight is over England. Probably with that whore you two picked up on your way back from the Netherlands.”
To which Sutton responded, “I am just being an ass, so you won’t miss me so much. Here let me help you pack.” But he did not deny that he was going to Roissy.
Three hours later, Alessa was sitting in the VIP room for Air France. Hampton had hugged her good bye and as Marisol held him, Sutton had kissed her saying, “Enjoy yourself out in the great West.” Alessa hated to be away for three weeks, but the money was good, and Sutton’s winery wasn’t doing all that well at present. She got up from her seat and went to the bar and ordered a martini. While waiting for her drink, she drummed her fingers on the bar counter. The ring, the one she had received at Roissy caught her eye. She had considered not wearing it, but she truly liked the design – a wide platinum band, burnished to look like iron, with another smaller ring set in it. “Reminds me of the collars at Roissy that some of the slaves wore. I admired them during my brief stay there.” Alessa wore it on the middle finger of her left hand. On the right hand ring finger, she wore another Roissy ring, this one a heavy ring with a triskelion signet. Her left ring finger, where one might expect to find a wedding band was bare. Although she and Sutton had lived together for years and had a child together, he had not wed Alessa. She didn’t seem to mind. Alessa finished her martini and took the valium she used for trans-Atlantic flights.
An hour later Alessa had taken her window seat in the first-class section of the Air France Airbus A320. Alessa already had on her blackout mask, and her valium had kicked in, hopefully allowing Alessa to sleep on the flight. Just as the doors were closing, an older, distinguished man came to the seat next to Alessa. She sensed, rather than saw, him sit down.
Forty minutes later, a flight attendant asked, “Would you care for something to drink?”
Alessa, without removing the mask, said, “A martini, please. Very dry.” She heard the man beside her say, “The same for me.” Alessa thought the voice sounded familiar, but went back to sleep.
i know we have bounced around a lot lately between Alessa’s story, Roissy, and miscellaneous posts, but now we are going to return to Alessa. About two years ago, she and Sutton moved from California to Paris so Sutton could be closer to his winery and the import/export business. Alessa was thrilled to be in Paris near the hub of European fashion and had no problem getting work modeling. The young couple were quite happy in Paris - Alessa modeling, Sutton tending his business and expanding the client base. In the course of business Sutton met Rene, the young man who first took O to Roissy and later gave her to his half brother , Sir Stephen. Rene, in a somewhat casual conversation over a business lunch, mentioned Roissy and O to Sutton, Sutton thouht it was just Rene telling a wild tale to embelish his standing with the American. But, several months later at a holiday party, Sutton saw a beautiful redheaded girl. When he asked who she was, aparty goer said that she was O; she used to be Rene’s lover, but was at that time dating a somewhat mysterious chap named Paul. Sutton was somewhat suprised to say the least. Perhaps Rene had not been lying. He told Alessa about what Rene had said the next day. She was skeptical to say the least. She knew who O was - a photographer for one of the fashion houses where Alessa had done some modeling. In fact, O had taken photos of Alessa for a magazine layout. She rather doubted that the beautiful redheaded photographer was in fact a sex slave. But Sutton was intrigued. He set out to learn about Roissy.
Alessa went over to the window of her bedroom that opened to the street two floors below. As she bent over to undo the latch to the window, her robe opened a bit and Alessa noticed her breasts gently stirring beneath the silk. She looked closer and was somewhat shocked to see a lipstick stain surrounding the left nipple. Stunned, she sat on the bed and thought, “Lipstick on my nipple! I didn’t put it there!” Then, “Think, Alessa! Think! What happened last night?” But nothing came to mind. So, Alessa decided to take a hot shower. “Perhaps it will clear my head,” she thought.
The hot water ran over Alessa’s hair and down her body. She used a sponge soaked in a sort of body wash containing shea butter. She soaped her long legs – her pride and joy, many in the industry said Alessa had the best legs in fashion, working her way up. Up to her sex and rear. Running the soft sponge over her sex, Alessa let out an involuntary sigh. “It feels so good,” she thought to herself. Then her flat belly before moving on to her full breasts. As she washed off the lipstick around her left nipple, it stiffened, as did the right one. Again, another sigh. Then taking another even softer sponge, Alessa washed her face, removing all traces of the make-up that had been on her face when she awoke.
Then removing the shower head from its fixture, Alessa began rinsing off using the shower sprayer function. When she started on her sex and rear, Alessa turned the nozzle to pulsating. She held it close against her vulva. Alessa usually enjoyed masturbating a little in the shower. “Not always to orgasm, but just a little to put an edge on,” she usually told herself. But today was different. As soon as the first spray hit her, Alessa knew she was going all the way.
Her left hand held the spray nozzle close while her right one found her nipples – erect and hard as stones. Alessa lay her head against the tile of the shower. Her eyes closed and with her mouth open slightly, her tongue hung out. Just as her body began to convulse, a startling image came to her mind.
“Shit!” Alessa said out loud. “Now I remember last night!”
Alessa’s head felt like it was splitting open. “Why can’t I remember what happened last night? Honestly, everything after Marpessa and I went over to the table where Rose, Lais, Josie and her golfer girlfriend is a blur. I vaguely recall drinking shots of tequila that Chloe brought over and then a handsome man flirting with me, and buying me a drink, but after that nothing! I don’t remember taking a cab or Uber home, and I certainly don’t remember going to bed with people still in the apartment. And how did I wake up naked?”
Marisol spoke, “Ma’am, remember Hampton has a play date scheduled with those twins who belong to one of your friends. He’s supposed to be at their home at one thirty today. Do you want me to take him so you can rest? You look like you need to.” Then Marisol stuttered, “I mean you always look beautiful, but…”
Alessa interrupted her. “That would be great. You are such a dear. I’m not feeling overly well, so I might lie down a bit before I shower.”
A little later, Marisol stuck her head into Alessa’s room where Alessa was lying on the bed. She had Hampton in her arms. She said, “Say bye to Mommy,” and waved Hampton’s pudgy hand at his mother. Then Alessa heard the door close. She got up and picked up her shoes and the tiger striped dress she had worn before. At first, she was disconcerted because she didn’t see any underwear, but remembered that on a whim she had gone without a bra or panties. Alessa thought to herself, “I do recall thinking that I was going to be like a true Roissy girl and wear nothing under my dress. Maybe that’s why I woke up naked.”
Then Alessa went over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer. There beside her vibrator and a small bottle of Astro-Glide was an open pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She withdrew one from the pack and lit it. Inhaling deeply, Alessa thought, “Sutton scowls when I smoke and I never do around Hampton, but neither is here now.” Exhaling, she thought, “If I could just remember what happened.”
Alessa opened her eyes to the bright sunlight pouring in through the window. She had no idea what time it was nor even where she was. What she did know was that she felt awful. She thought to herself, “What did I do last night?” Her memory was quite foggy, so she rolled over and shut her eyes with the intent of going back to sleep, anything to make the awful headache go away. Then with a start, she thought, “Oh shit! What about my baby? What about Hampton?” Now fully awake, Alessa sat up in bed and looked around. She was relieved to see that it was her bedroom, the one she shared with Sutton when they were at their apartment in Paris. “Thank God! I’m home,” thought Alessa. Then she realized she was completely naked. Usually when she slept alone, Alessa put on a night gown to sleep in or at least one of Sutton’s pajama tops. When Sutton was home and sharing the bed, Alessa usually slept in the nude in case either of them should awaken in the night and be in the mood. But alone in bed, and especially when the nanny, Marisol, was in the apartment, Alessa wore something.
“I guess I was too drunk when I got home,” she thought, looking at the clothes she had worn to the party at the Hotel Ritz the night before strewn about the floor beside the bed. And then, “Hell, I do not even remember coming home.” Then Alessa looked over to the bedside table and saw the alarm clock. “Shit again! It’s past noon, almost one o’clock.” Alessa hurriedly got out of bed and threw on a short robe. After pulling the sash tight around her waist, Alessa ventured out of the bedroom and into the apartment. She did not hear any sounds from the playroom, so she padded down the hall to Hampton’s room. She opened the door and saw Hampton fast asleep on the bed with Marisol lying beside him with her arms around him. The sound of the door opening awakened Marisol. She looked up at Alessa and placed her finger to her lips in the universal ‘shhh’ sound. Then she carefully got up and came over to Alessa. Then pointed to the kitchen and softly closed the door to Hampton’s bedroom.
Both women went into the kitchen of the apartment. Alessa was relieved to see a pot of coffee waiting on the counter with a large mug beside it. Marisol in her heavy Spanish accent said, “I made coffee for you early this morning, but tried not to awaken you. Hampton and I played for a couple of hours and I just put him down for his nap. We decided that Mommy might need her beauty rest after the party last night.”
At first Alessa thought Marisol might be being sarcastic, but realized she was not. Instead she said, “Marisol, you are a life saver.” “So, it was a nice party? Did you get to see any movie stars? I know you saw all of your model friends; several of them came home with you and partied into the wee hours. They have only been gone couple of hours.” Alessa almost spit out her coffee. “My model friends! Here? Partying here? Which ones?”
Marisol, who had been trying to break into the modeling business herself, knew most of the famous models by sight and a few of the local ones. She answered, “Well, you came in with Josie, Rose, a young dark-skinned girl I did not recognize and another girl who did not look like a model. More like an athlete with a lot of tattoos and a funny accent.”
Alessa thought, “That makes sense. I was sitting with Josie, Rose, Lais and Josie’s current lover Chloe, the golf pro.” Then to Marisol, “Could you tell I had been drinking?”
Marisol suppressed a giggle and said, “I could tell you had a good time. A very good time. You could hardly talk. You told them you wanted them to see your baby, but I told them he was already asleep. Then you told them that there were two bottles of champagne in the refrigerator and to help themselves; you were going to bed. And you did.”
Alessa vaguely remembered being at the party and Chloe going to the bar. She returned with a tray of shot glasses. Alessa remembered Chloe saying, “A nice old man bought all of us shots of tequila and said to drink up.” And Alessa remembered doing so. A bit later a very handsome man came over and said he had bought the drinks. Alessa had thanked him. “Maybe I flirted with him, I just cannot remember,” Then, “Wait. I do remember. He gave me some sort of cocktail. He said it was the bar special. I bet that is what affected me more than the tequila and champagne I drank with the other girls.” Then Alessa turned to Marisol, “So, they stayed here the rest of the night?”
“I don’t really know. Shortly after you went to bed, another group arrived. There was a knock on the door. Rose answered, and it was two men and two women. The women were a couple of your older model friends – Marpessa was one. I didn’t recognize the other and she did not introduce herself, nor did the men. But your friends all seemed to know them.”
“But you said you didn’t know how long they all stayed?”
Marisol answered, “No ma’am. One of the men. He was older.He told me they were going to make sure you were OK and would stay for a bit. I wasn’t sure, but the other older model said it was OK. In fact you had asked them to drop by. And…” Marisol voice trailed off.
“What?” asked Alessa. “Tell me.”
“That man gave me 500 Euro and said, ‘You just go stay with the baby and let us adults talk.’ It seemed OK with everyone, so I did. I went to sleep with Hampton and only awoke when I heard voices leaving around ten this morning. I came out from the room and cleaned up a bit before Hampton woke up. You’re not mad, are you?”
Alessa answered, “Certainly not with you, Marisol,” but to herself Alessa was thinking, “Could it have been that man in the park? The one from Roissy? I saw him at the party with Mapessa and Margareta.”
