Timi Fucked By Tommie In Paris Pt 02

Tommie rails Timi, Part 2.

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We first met the star crossed lovers here.

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Author's Note. This story is about queer love and lost romances and all of these beautiful queer boys are eighteen or older. If it's not your thing, just walk away. No bologna anonymous comments with asshole comments. I'll delete your words, if you man up woman up and say shit I'll block you. I try to evoke stream of consciousness such as Jack Kerouac, Ken Kesey and William Faulkner. I only wish I was as good as them.

Timi did not know Tommie from a bump on a log but sure as fuck knew Keith a white basketball player who knew Timi and rocked her world.

Keith loved our apartment. We lived two blocks from la Cathedral de Notre Dame, being in the fourth arrondissement. There was an incredible cheese shop next to the cathedral I'd found before Keith and I fell in love. That morning I got two cheeses le conte and la abondance.

I had gone by my favorite shop, run by an Algerian father and son, I wanted some pears, and I knew this might happen, but they said they had something special in back.

My little clit was dripping and Henri pushed me down and eight inches of his dark uncut dick was soon coated in my lipstick, Jacques didn't waste any time and Jacques my goodness was soon rearranging my bowels and his pubes I could feel against the soft skin of my taint and my ass too.

Jacques knew how to dominate a submissive woman like me and he emptied my balls with four analgasms in twenty minutes then dumped a huge load into my cunny and I had another analgasm, sans jizz, but it was exquisite.

Then Henri le Papa choked me with this massive load into my mouth. I preferred my lovers to cum in my mouth, simply because I loved how cum tasted. I showed Henri my mouth full of his cum, then I swallowed it all.

I was getting behind schedule and got some gorgeous red pairs and Jacques stopped me and kissed me soulfully and said, "Cherie, please move in with me."

I was surprised, but he made my heart pound with his declaration of his love for me. I immediately kissed him deeply.

I said, "Darling I am with someone right now and it's new, but it might resolve soon," I kissed the end of his nose and said we'd talk.

I had been in Marseille the previous two days and Keith texted me he was going for drinks with one of the owners of his team who was from Seattle, named Tom the first night. He didn't answer my text last night and this morning said he was at practice.

We had not been together for almost four days, due to travel.

He just texted me and said he was bringing Tom by for dinner.

I just responded simply, "Fuck off, is your mouth full of Tom's dick?"

I went home and asked the concierge to please change the locks on my apartment.

I went to a nightclub several blocks away and spent time with a middle aged couple, we drank and danced. The buxom wife Betty, said we have some of your porn tapes on PornHux and we'd love you to fuck us. Timi John can't wait to get into your cunt he's pretty big and when your clit cums from the analgasm you would cum in my mouth and of course I'd clean your cream pie from your cunt. I so needed that weekend.

They paid me twenty thousand Euros, which was just under twenty one thousand five hundred dollars. Keith never responded to my text. It was not to be. I cried all the way to the bank. Not.

I texted my agent David and asked if he could get me some work in Paris. I'm coochie was sore, John was from Dallas, and Betty was correct, John be big and even when you're a queer whore, big dick wears you out. I went back to my apartment and the concierge gave me my keys. There was a wilted yellow rose and an envelope.

The note simply said, I never wanted to hurt you Timi, sorry.

I am a whore, prostitute if you prefer and I realize that whores should not fall in love. Truth be told, I'd only ever been dumped or cheated on.

David texted me back and said there was a porn shoot for an independent French company and they'd wired in ten thousand Euros and it started tomorrow afternoon. Ten thousand when it was over, two days, fifteen scenes. Sweet I thought. I texted back and said awesome.

I called Jacques and said, "Darling would you come by for dinner? Seven okay?"

I had some French bacon and the cheeses were still there. And some tomatoes, so I made a chunky tomato soup, at a very low simmer, fresh basil, salt and white pepper. I sliced the bread enough for three sandwiches, two for Jacques and one for me. Le conte and bacon, grilled cheese sandwiches American a la Paris. I cooked the bacon and set it aside and saved the fat and laid the bacon aside, it's not heavily smoked like American bacon, but delicious since they have better pigs.

For dessert some pears poached in red wine, served over la abondance with the warm wine melting the cheese, with some ground black pepper, which made the whole dish work.

Jacques was early, which was miraculous. Everything except for the making of the sandwiches was done and just waiting. I was wearing some five inch open toed pumps and some pearls and nothing else. My DD-Cup titties were shown off with platinum bars with sapphires on the end and nothing else. My clit was as hard as a ten penny nail, albeit somewhat shorter.

"Bonsoir Jacques, " and took his hand and he walked in and I closed the door and turned into him and deeply kissed him. Then pulled him over to the love seat sill kissing. I pulled his pants down, he commando and his black dick slapped up against his belly. I pushed him into the love seat.

"Honey please roll back so I can love on your cunt, I ate his ass (rimmed him) while gently pulling on his club of a dick. Then I moved up and put one of his lemon sized balls in my mouth and oh so gently made love to it, with lots of spit and tongue flicking then swirling and he was moaning and starting to hump so I stopped and brought his feet down and impaled my cunny on him and rode him for about fifteen

minutes and my clit spewed all over his chest and his face.

Then he filled me up with his swimmers, ( a little heartache because I wished we could have kids). I went back down on him and cleaned him up with my mouth. I pointed to the toilette and put on an apron and finished dinner.

We split two bottles of white wine Cotes du Rhone and he moaned with delight. I showed him how to dip the sandwich in the soup and he exclaimed, "Mon Dieu, c'est magnifique!"

I cleared the table and opened a bottle of Cab-Franc Ice wine and brought glasses to the table and then the pears, I ground the pepper on the pears and he clapped his hands.

I left the plates on the table and grabbed the wine and hand in hand we walked to the love seat and I set the wine and glasses on the little table in front and sat down and patted the seat next to me.

I said, "Baby I need to tell you something, I don't want you to fall in love with me and then say I lied, okay?"

He was quiet and nodded yes and patted my hand.

"Jacques, I make my living three ways. I'm a model, I'm a whore, I get paid to fuck people and lastly I make porn movies. In fact tomorrow night I will start a two day porn shoot across the street from La Moulin Rouge. I will do fifteen scenes with men with huge dicks. They will all have certificates for STDs."

Continuing I said, "I AM falling in love with you, I wish I was your wife with all my heart, but I will not turn such a magnificent man like you into a cuckold."

He burst out with a laugh and said, "Americans, merde, French couples always cheat on each other, it's how we keep things hot."

I was trembling, he looked at me and kissed me and he said, "Can I be in the porn movie?"

Then he said, "Your place is nicer than mine, can I move in?"

I squealed and sat on this lap and kissed him all over his beautiful face.

End of Tommie rails Timi, Part 2.

Coming soon Tommie rails Timi, Part 3

Jacques asks Timi can we play pin the tail on the Sissy?