A Bi-American in Paris Ch. 11

Meagan called me into her office for two reasons. First to let me know that her time was up in the Paris office; the second reason was to tell me that I had a meeting with the prospect in Nice this Wednesday.

"Walt it has been great working with you and you have a done an excellent job here. Keep up the good work and I'm sure that you will be made partner when your Paris stint is over."

Meagan was so professional that she did not even mention the great sex we had over the past several months. That was her however, always able to separate business and personal relationships.

"Where are you headed?"

"Chicago office, they need a Senior Partner there. Now about your meeting in Nice, you will be meeting with the owner of the firm Jean-Claude Dubois. He has a few questions for you since you would be the lead analyst if we get the engagement."

"Any idea of what is on his mind?"

"No, I'm guessing that he wants to get a sense of the chemistry with you and his firm."

"Okay, I will do my best."

"I know you will. You can brief me when you return."

I left Meagan's office thinking about how I would miss her. Not only had she been a great boss but she was a very capable lover. We had so many good times together. I went back to my office trying to figure out how to prepare for my meeting at Nice in two days.

ALL IN THE INTEREST OF BUSINESS

On Wednesday I arrived at the prospect's office in Nice and greeted the receptionist. I explained that I had a meeting with Jean-Claude Dubois at 1:00 PM. Her English was excellent although I was prepared to converse in French if need be. I was stunned when she told me that Monsieur Dubois was out of the country. Then she located a note and smiled at me when she explained the change in plans.

"Ah, it says here that you will be meeting with Andre Dubois. He is Monsieur Dubois's son."

"Merci, thank you," I replied and then took a seat in the waiting area.

Minutes later a modest looking French woman came to get me. "Please follow me Monsieur Dubois will see you now."

I followed her through a number of hallways to an elevator which we took to the top floor. She led me past a number of large well decorated offices until we arrived at Andre Dubois's office.

"Ah Monsieur please come in and sit down. May I offer you something to drink?" Andre offered.

"Café noir, please Monsieur Dubois."

"Oh, you must call me Andre. Monsieur Dubois is my father. How may I address you?"

"Walter or Walt is fine."

"Ah then Walter, you must be wondering why I asked for this meeting."

"Yes, I am."

Just then the woman brought in my coffee and set it down. He told her in French that would be all for now and that he didn't want to be disturbed. I took a sip of coffee and sized up Andre. He was a slight young man with slight effeminate characteristics. His body language reminded me of Simone.

"Where were we? Ah yes, why are you here. I find you to be a very handsome American, Walter."

"Thank you I suppose."

"Yes very handsome and very muscular. I would like to see you naked."

"I beg your pardon, excusez-moi."

"I would like to look at you without clothes on. Your cooperation will help you secure the engagement with our firm. It is a lucrative contract, no?"

"Yes, it is a big deal but this is not how we conduct business."

"This request is only between you and me. Cooperate and I will hand you the signed contract."

I decided what the hell. It was a big contract and it wasn't as if I hadn't been naked with guys before. I was then convinced that Andre was definitely gay. I stood up and began to undress. As I did he scurried over to lock his office door. When my last article of clothing had been removed he stared at my naked form.

"Magnifique!" he exclaimed and then asked, "Have you ever had sex with a man."

"I am not gay Andre."

"I didn't ask you that. I asked if you ever had sex with a man."

I decided to tell him about Michelle and Simone the female impersonators. He sat their wide eyed as I told him about the cute trannies that I had banged on a few occasions. I didn't tell him about the others as I felt I had said enough. I added that I was not into cock and that I would not reciprocate, that I didn't with the transsexuals and I wasn't about to start. He nodded that he understood and then summoned me to where he was seated.

I approached him and he drew me in toward him. He caressed the back of my legs and cheeks of my ass as his warm, wet, wonderful mouth began sucking on my cock. He massaged the head of my cock against the roof of his mouth. He circled my cock with his tongue and scraped it lightly with his teeth. I felt the light scraping of his teeth. He was a good cocksucker and I felt I was going to shoot at any minute.

Andre took my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me as he stroked the entire length of it and massaged my bloated balls. He put it back in his mouth and then took it out again then he gently blew on it as his fingers continually massaged my balls. He tickled my cock head with his tongue and teased my pee slit. He was bringing me up and down and I was close to cumming few times. Just like Michelle and the others, he seemed to know when I was getting close, and he would do things making me last longer, torturing me in the process. He was running his hands lightly over my abs and pecs as he sucked me.

Taking my dick out of his mouth he looked up at me smiling and stroking my slick cock. "I think that you are ready to cum."

"I am very close."

Andre then took my cock all the way into his warm wet mouth. He swirled his tongue around the length of my shaft, nibbled on my cock head and sucked me hard. He reached under my balls and rubbed the hardness between my balls and anus. I could feel my cock thickening and I knew I was going to cum. He grabbed my buttocks with both hands and held tight as I exploded in his mouth. Several streams of semen raced into his mouth and he sucked and swallowed as fast as he could. The force of shooting my load was so intense that it almost hurt. I lost track of time and just held onto Andre's head as he milked my cock for every drop. My legs were weak and I had to sit down. I sat on the edge of the desk and he knelt down between my knees keeping my cock in his mouth. He massaged my balls as he continued to suck my cock clean until it shrank and left his mouth. He continued to lick and kiss my cock sending chills and shivers through my body.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, you are very good at that."

"I would like you to fuck me. Can you stay in Nice tonight."?

"No, not tonight, I have to be back in the office tomorrow."

I started to get dressed and as I did I reminded Andre about the contract. He took it from his desk and handed it to me. The damn thing had already been signed by his father. I smiled at him and told him that I needed to leave.

"Yes, I will have Madeline show you out. I am looking forward to working with you on this project."

I nodded and then he summoned Madeline to escort me to the main lobby. I followed her and thanked her. I had the receptionist call for a taxi which I took to the train station. Hours later I was back in my apartment in Paris. Sitting on the balcony with a cocktail, I pondered what the summer would bring in Nice. I also thought about how I would handle Andre. I wondered if his father knew he was gay. Later I made dinner and relaxed reading the newspaper.

MEAGAN'S DEPARTURE

Friday was Meagan's last day in the office. She didn't want the staff making a big fuss about her leaving Paris so we had a nice lunch that day and she spent the afternoon saying good bye to everyone. I didn't see her again before she left for the states and I was a little disappointed that we didn't have one more role in the hay. I had somewhat expected to hear from her that weekend but did not.

The following week Meagan's replacement arrived and she was from our UK office. She had just been made Senior Partner and would spend the next year in the Paris. Edith Moore was a pleasant lady and it was strange listening to a British accent in the office. I briefed her on the upcoming engagement in Nice and she was pleased with my thoroughness.

Edith had short curly light brown hair with light blue eyes. At 40 years of age she was fit as most European business women seemed to be. I guessed her to be 5'6" and about 135 pounds. She had a trim 34-28-34 figure with shapely legs. She was single and at first I thought that she may have preferred women to men. I would learn later that year that she liked both. She was very professional in the office and did not show any interest in bedding staff members.

We were scheduled to begin our engagement in Nice the first Monday in May. The week before we made our lodging and transportation arrangements and set up the meet and greet schedule. The first week in the client's office would be spent meeting key stakeholders and getting the temporary offices set up. That weekend I took it easy and did something I had been meaning to do, go on a river Seine cruise.

I decided to go on an evening cruise at dusk and watch as the lights came on in the city. The boat was packed and I ended up sitting next to an English woman named Bessie who had come to Paris for the weekend. She was a nice enough lady and we chatted amiably during the cruise. We both enjoyed the sights of the City of Lights. Bessie was fairly plain looking and the idea of sex never even crossed my mind. She had a thin straight line figure that wasn't anything special but she did have nice medium sized firm tits and a very flat tummy. She had light brown hair that she kept short as it was somewhat wiry and coarse. She hated her hair but she did the best with it.

After the cruise I walked her back to the hotel where she was staying. I was surprised that she invited me up to her room for a nightcap. I accepted and we went to her room. Once inside we both had a glass of wine and sat on the sofa together. I assume that she wanted to have sex otherwise why else would she invite me to her room.

I set my glass down on the table and turned to Bessie. I took her in my arms and kissed her and I caressed her firm tits through her blouse. I pulled her blouse out of her slacks and reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She groaned into my mouth and I felt her relax under my caresses. I eased her back on the sofa and pushed her bra and blouse up over her breasts. I moved my mouth down to her tits and she caressed my hair as I sucked on her tits and nipples.

I moved my mouth down to her flat belly and kissed her lightly. There was still no resistance from her so I slipped my hand under her slacks and panties and cupped her pussy. She was sopping wet and I slipped one finger into her pussy. Next I removed my hand and I peeled the slacks down her hips. All the while I was still waiting for that moment when she might stop me but that moment never came.

I pulled her slacks and panties off at the same time and tossed them on the floor. I then opened Bessie's legs and placed my mouth on her pussy. She held my head gently in her hands and moaned as my tongue wormed its way into her pussy. I sought out her clit and found it to be rock hard like my dick. Her pussy was dripping with desire and my face was soaked with her love juice. She didn't just climax but she had a string of orgasms that ran together. Her body leaped, trembled and shivered as one orgasm after the other hit her. She squeezed my head between her legs when she came and held my face to her womb. Then she sighed and stopped moving. She relaxed her grip on my head and her legs sagged on my shoulders.

I sat up with my face sopping wet from her cum and I reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. I took her blouse and bra off and tossed them on the floor next to her slacks and panties. Then I stood up and lifted Bessie up in my arms. I carried her and placed her on the bed. She watched me intently as I undressed. As I approached her on the bed her eyes dropped to my erect cock. I got on the bed between her legs and I slipped hard cock into her wet pussy. It was a good thing that she was still wet as it was a tight fit. She moaned as my cock slid into her pussy and over her hard clit. I began a slow fucking motion and before long the two of us were fucking like crazy.

I was so caught up in the physical aspect of our fucking that my ejaculation snuck up on me. I shot a barrage of cum into her pussy but I kept right on fucking her bringing her to more orgasms as well. My cock stayed hard and I knew that I would be able to keep fucking her until I came again. I pounded her pussy and she threw her hips up at me matching me thrust for thrust. Our bodies were dripping wet with sweat and cum as we fucked like animals.

I felt cum building in my balls this time and I knew that I would shoot soon. I felt my balls tighten and the semen traveled from my scrotum through my cock and shot into Bessie's womb. She clamped her legs around my torso and pulled me to her with her arms as she humped me with every bit of her energy. Her body stiffened as she held me tight and she cried out in ecstasy. I collapsed on top of her and we stayed in that position for several minutes. We didn't speak we just remained still and recovered from our mind blowing sex. Not wanting to crush her I rolled off of her and lay by her side. My wet cock slipped from her cunt and dragged over her hip leaving a trail of commingled juices.

"Oh my, that was incredible. I hoped you would be a good lover," Bessie sighed.

"Can you stay the night?" she asked.

I agreed to stay and she moved back into me in a spoon position. My right arm was draped over her body as we fell asleep with our bodies pressed together. The next morning I woke up with another naked body in the same bed. I slowly recalled the marathon of sex the night before and then I realized that I had a raging piss hard-on. A soft hand embraced my stiff member and held it gently and I remembered that Bessie and I were in a hotel room together.

"Good morning sleepy head. Did I wear you out last night?" she whispered in my ear as she fondled my rigid tool.

I was still groggy as I had slept soundly and had some wild dreams. I yawned, stretched and made an attempt to get out of bed. "I have to pee," I told her.

"Fuck me first," she whispered as she positioned herself to straddle my morning erection.

Now I would try to survive the morning as she rode my piss hard-on. She was determined to orgasm as many times as she could that morning until she could not cum anymore. She clearly knew what she was doing and what she wanted. She rode me hard and at times I thought that my bladder would burst but it held out. Finally after a number of mild orgasms she climaxed and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tight as she bucked and screamed. Bessie was vocal when she orgasmed and she had cum so hard that it was scary. After a few minutes she rolled off of me and flopped over on her back.

"That was marvelous. I love morning sex," she sighed.

I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom with my erect cock pointing the way. I stood over the toilet and tried to aim so that when I finally urinated that I would not miss the toilet. It took several painful minutes for my erection to soften enough so that I could pee and then finally success. It seemed like I peed for at least two minutes and the pressure was extreme. I washed my hands and my penis before returning to the bed.

She began playing with my cock jerking me off slowly and I was prepared to settle for a hand job that morning. Bessie surprised me by taking my cock in her mouth. She didn't bob her head up and down on my cock as other women did when they blew me. Instead she kept my cock in her mouth and just pursed her lips and rolled her tongue around the shaft. I was sure that she didn't suck many cocks but I was so ready that her inexperience didn't put me off.

I warned her that I was about to cum but she just kept the light sucking motion going. I shot a good amount of cum into her mouth and she surprised me by swallowing every drop. She kept up the sucking action until my cock softened in her mouth. Bessie moved up the bed and kissed me as if she was testing me to see if I would still kiss her after sucking my cock. We relaxed in each other's arms and she admitted to me that she usually didn't let anyone cum in her mouth.

We cuddled and petted for almost a half hour and I was hard again. This time I turned her into a 69 position so that we could eat each other at the same time. Once again she had multiple orgasms and she swallowed another load of cum. Minutes later we were showered dressed and headed to a café for breakfast. After breakfast I bid her goodbye as she would be heading back to London later that day. I returned to my apartment sexually sated after an unexpected encounter. Tomorrow morning the team and I would be headed for Nice.

SETTLING IN AT THE CLIENT SITE

On Monday our consulting team arrived at the client site in Nice and we had a kick off meeting with the key stakeholders. The project approach was reviewed again and then everyone got to work. I learned that Andre was going to be the lead on the client side, not something I was looking forward to. Things got started smoothly and I called into the Paris office and briefed Edith. Since it was spring time and the project would last at least six months I booked my hotel room on a monthly basis.

I was looking forward to spending weekends on the Riviera so I planned to provide project updates on Monday afternoon. I would meet with client management on Monday mornings and then travel to Paris to update Edith and the other partners. Edith thought that twice a month would suffice and at times she would come down to Nice. I knew that I was going to like working with her.

On Wednesday I had a meeting with Andre and I wondered if I was going to get my cock sucked again. His door was closed so I waited outside his office. When the door finally opened a beautiful young woman stepped out first with Andre behind her. She was stereotypical French with the fine angular features and a gorgeous face. Her light brown hair was in a twist and she had beautiful shapely legs displayed by her short skirt.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Walter. I would like to introduce you to my wife Danielle."

His wife, I was in shock but managed to greet her, "Enchante du vous rencontrer Madame Dubois."

She smiled and replied in perfect English, "It is a pleasure to meet you too Walter. Andre has spoken highly of you."

I felt a little foolish but she put me at ease. "Your French is quite good and it is a good practice not to assume that everyone speaks English."

"Thank you."

"Andre, why don't we have Walter to the house on Saturday? He could stay for dinner."

"That is a wonderful idea my love. Walter I do hope that you don't have any other plans."

"No I would be happy to come, thank you!"

Danielle nodded her approval and then bid me Au Revoir. I watched her walk past me and admired her slender figure which seemed to have the bumps in the right places. All of a sudden I thought back to Simone and Michelle. Could Danielle be a transsexual? Up to then I thought that Andre was gay but then I meet his gorgeous wife. My thoughts were interrupted when Andre invited me into his office.

We had a brief meeting and then I was back to my assigned office. Before I left his office he gave me his address and told me to take a taxi from the hotel. "Just show this address to the driver and give yourself about an hour lead time." I went back to my desk but had I difficult concentrating. I was still thinking about Danielle and how beautiful she looked. I convinced myself that she was not a transsexual and then wondered if I would find out on Saturday.