Angus was back in the City, after his secondment to Paris, for a short business trip and was keen to meet up with his old colleagues. In particular, it was good to catch-up with Steve, and as he was staying over at his place, he was intrigued to meet his new partner, Jill, for the first time. He had heard, obviously from Steve about her, but he had discovered he knew more about her through some mutual friends, which hinted at far more potential.
Dinner was scheduled for eight, and although they only escaped the office a little before six, due to Angus giving a final briefing to the MD, they had time to sample a couple of their favourite watering holes, before jumping on the tube. Starved of English ale as a result of his year sojourn in France, Angus showed very quickly a tremendous thirst, and by the time they needed to hit the tube, they had already visited three venues. The tube journey only took forty minutes, so there was still time for Angus to inveigle Steve to stop off at his favourite pub around the corner from Steve's house. As a result, when they made it home for dinner a little after eight, Steve was feeling the a little the worse for wear.
Jill welcomed Angus, but looked admonishingly at her somewhat dishevelled partner. Angus kissed her on either cheek, continental style, and presented her with an expensive bottle of French wine, addressing her French that he was very pleased to finally meet her. Jill responded likewise, but also in fairly passable conversational French, which for him was unexpected but enjoyable. He savoured her scent and the silky softness of her cheeks, and discretely appraised her body. Angus guessed she was on the edge of her late twenties, and that Steve was playing at the edge of his league status given her body, with its full breasts, taut waist, pert derriere, shapely long legs, and indeed her innate beauty, that made her extremely fuckable.
Jill apologised but hoped he didn't mind as she thought it an excellent opportunity to challenge her culinary skills by preparing a Lebanese meal - she knew that Angus' wife was from the Levant. Angus thanked her, saying of course not. The dinner was more than convivial, with a wide-ranging discussion of all sundry everythings and nothings. Jill appreciated her guest's favourable comments about the food, describing it as exquisite, but couldn't help noticing his ability to deceptively slip into colloquial French when he made a double entendre, which increased as the wine flowed - all of which went unnoticed by the oblivious Steve.
They finished the meal, and moved to lounge, Jill and Angus retired to either end of the sofa, Steve brought in the French wine and fresh glasses, passing them each a full glass. The music Jill had put on, gave an atmosphere that those on the sofa mellowed too, but had a more soporific effect on Steve now lolling in the armchair. Jill and Angus continued an animated discussion of the advantages of Paris, which Steve found difficult to keep track of. He soon drifted off to sleep, his snoring interrupting the verbal tour of Montmartre. Angus laughed, but Jill annoyed moved over to rouse her partner and rapidly badgered him to go to bed, leading him to the bottom of the staircase to point him in the right direction. Happy that gravity did not intervene as Steve clumsily made his way up the stairs and heard him crash out on their bed.
She returned to the lounge, and paused as she saw that Angus had moved to the centre of the sofa and was holding two freshly filled wine glasses. Momentarily considering her options, she decided that Angus was unlikely to try anything on with his friend's girlfriend, surely, he wouldn't would he?
She returned to her position on the sofa and took the glass from him. He immediately stretched his free arm along the back of the sofa, Jill eased herself forward to avoid resting on the outstretched arm. The conversation restarted disjointedly, given the shift in relative positions and the changed atmosphere. They nevertheless were soon reliving their past experiences of the French capital. Jill relaxed due the combination of wine and conversation, making herself more comfortable pushing herself back into the sofa, resting her head on its back and unintentionally on Angus' arm. He was increasingly enjoying the potential of the situation, admiring her undulating breasts, as she vividly expressed herself, and her long legs now curled up underneath her. He gently stroked her soft blonde hair, cut short in pageboy style, and looked into her deep blue eyes, reflecting how lucky Steve was.
"So how long have you been with Steve?"
"About 18 months," she replied, increasingly enjoying the gentle caress, but wondering where this was going.
Angus put the glass down on the floor, and placed his hand lightly on her jean covered thigh. Jill looked at him quizzically. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she immediately rebuffed him, rapidly placing her index finger on his lips to pause his movement.
"Naughty man, I have a partner as you well know."
However, she smiled, suggesting to him not complete reluctance. A tentative resistance surely to be eroded this night.
"I know, but you're such a sensuous woman, it seems criminal that you be restricted to one man, even if it is my friend. Whilst your knowledge of French indicated a deep understanding of Paris. Where did you learn such good Francais?"
"In the boudoir. A bed is the best place to learn a foreign language. I had a Parisian lover for two years."
"A jouet sexuel, no less?" Angus crudely commented.
Jill blushed, reflecting that she had indeed probably been little more than a sex toy, but replied.
"Mais bien sûr, but of course, how else should one enjoy Paris. "
"Does Steve know all?"
"Not all."
"So, you were a French cum slut?"
"Oui."
"Excellent, and did your erstwhile lover share you?"
Jill blushed a deeper red and averted her gaze, she didn't have to answer.
Angus leant forward a kissed her lips, reaching with his hand to grasp her left breast. Jill resigned to some as yet unknown but eminently conceivable fate, brought her arms behind his head and pulled him closer intensifying the kiss. Their tongues toying with each other, both exploring each other's bodies as they continued to sit on the sofa. Given the now unrestricted access, he started to swiftly unbutton her shirt, gaining access to her rack. Buttons undone, he pulled the shirt apart, then roughly pulled the shirt over her shoulders, stopping as it reached her elbows. Pulling back on the shirt he was able to pull her arms behind her back. Jill realised that Angus enjoyed being both in control as well as taking what he wanted. He slowly admired a well-proportioned rack, sitting high on her chest, and leisurely explored the lightly encased globes. He discovered more of Jill's sexual approach as he realised that the delicately sculpted bra was front fastening - she was dressed to please. He undid the clips, pushing the cups aside of each breast, he read the size label.
"F cup, very impressive. You have the most beautiful almost pear-shaped tits."
"Merci, monsieur."
He tweaked the left nipple, and explored the elasticity of her globes, pulling harshly back on the nipple, the breast stretched and elongated. Jill clenched her teeth as she savoured the pain. He smiled as he considered he may have a properly trained submissive in his possession and anticipated an enjoyable conclusion to the day. Still holding the shirt, he twisted it to bring her arms further behind her back, as his other hand drifted down across her flat stomach. He reached the waist of her denims, and she breathed in to allow him better purchase to unbutton the 501s, easing each button open in quick succession.
"A French woman would know better, than wear jeans and restrict a man's access.
Did your Parisian lover not train you properly?"
"Apologies, Angus, I reverted to English fashion when I met Steve. I abandoned that lifestyle when I left him," she blushed yet again as she stuttered heavily, revealing yet more of her past life.
"Does Steve not realise what he now has?"
He slipped his hand inside the jeans and reached for her silk covered mound. He looked at her quizzically as he encountered the unmistakable feel of a hirsute pussy as he fingered through the leg of her silk boy shorts. He beckoned for her to raise her hips so her jeans could be lowered. He released the shirt, and with both hands pulled the jeans and silk boy shorts down her legs, Jill bending her knees to help ease them down. Angus tutted as a fawn colour beaver was exposed.
"I can't imagine your lover allowed this," he said, grabbing the short hairs and raising her higher.
"No...Sir," she grimaced," I think he would be disappointed."
"I am sure how would. So, if Steve knows nothing of this, it will have to be our little secret".
"Please...Sir."
"Of course, I will be of the utmost discretion. Now shed the remnants of your clothes and show your appreciation. However, tomorrow, we will have to correctly dress your cunt."
Jill dropped the shirt and bra on the floor, and slid between his legs, unbuckling belt and opening his fly. She greedily took the partially engorged cock in her mouth and started to bring it to full erection. She caressed the head with her lips, her tongue moving down its shaft. As it hardened Jill was impressed by his girth and pleasantly surprised to find he was clean shaven as she reached its base. She pressed against his pelvis, as she took his full length, she paused to enjoy the sensation of her throat being filled. She cradled his balls with both hands, firmly but not too vigorously massaging them. She felt Angus grasp a fistful of her hair, and groaned as he attempted to push his shaft further down her throat and then pulled her back rapidly till her lips felt the bulbous head. Angus then forced her rapidly down, repeating the process again and again as he built up a strong momentum face-fucking Jill, who almost gagged, her saliva thickly coating his shaft. She felt the head pulse, and as Angus eased the pressure on her head, and realising he was about to cum, moved her lips to the tip of his cock. Angus moaned as he exploded in her mouth, Jill however did not swallow, as she would have recently done, but held it in her mouth, sat back on her heels with her hand behind her back and knees spread apart in the Present position. She looked up to Angus with her mouth open, displaying his seed. Angus smiled, she had been well trained, he, and Steve, owed her previous trainer much respect.
"Swallow".
Jill swallowed, and then opened her mouth to show she had obeyed. She then took his cock back in her mouth, cleaning the remnants of his spunk from the head and then eased down the shaft to remove the residue of the lubricant she had provided.
He patted her on the head.
