It was difficult not to stare at Danielle and Candace, standing outside of the international arrival area. The towering brunette Danielle and the buxom, petite Candace were a stunning pair. Both attired in short skirts and peep-toe stilettos, the leggy pair drew attention from many of the men, and several of the women - also awaiting arrivals. They both waited anxiously for Monsieur Bienfait to emerge from customs and immigration.
Manuel emerged, rollaway in tow, and spotted them immediately. He felt his cock surge as he spotted Danielle, and then he almost stopped in his tracks when he saw petite, buxom Candace. "Holy fuck," he muttered under his breath.
As he neared, Danielle stepped up and air kissed him on both cheeks in the French manner. She turned and said, "Monsieur Bienfait, may I present Candace, our summer intern!" Candace looked up at the tall handsome man and felt her cheeks flush. She extended a hand, and said, "A pleasure to meet you, sir." He replied in accented french, "Non, the pleasure is all mine," and took her hand and drew her in to give her two air kisses as well.
He slowly pulled away from her, breathing in the scent from her perfume, and gazing into her ice blue eyes with his deep dark ones. She felt his eyes penetrating into her very soul. "Indeed, all mine," he murmured.
Danielle broke the spell, with a "Shall we?" and gestured to the car waiting outside. They soon were seated in a black Suburban on their way to the office.
Danielle sat in the front passenger seat, with Candace and Manuel in the second row. As the SUV hurtled down the highway, Manuel drank in the sight of 18-year-old Candace, especially her toned legs, with their narrow ankles and tapered calves.
As they chatted, Candace could feel her moistness dampening her thong. This virile older man had her on fire, and on one occasion she caught him adjusting what appeared to be a rather large package in his pants.
Manuel, meanwhile, couldn't look at Candace without thinking of the video from the other day in the lingerie boutique, where an impossibly hot Candace was bent over - nude but for her stilettos - her bare pussy being ravaged by Danielle. He had viewed it in the car on the way to Charles De Gaulle airport, turning him on so much that he masturbated in the lavatory on the plane, imagining himself working over her tight body as he came. Now, here she was, in the flesh, even more stunning than in the surreptitious video.
The three were dropped off at the office tower, and soon were back in Sommet Partners' sleek office. "Danielle, a moment, please?" said Manuel, beckoning her to his office. Candace saw Danielle move, as she always did, with a sensuous, confident walk in her 5 inch heels, entering Manuel's private office and shutting the door behind her.
Candace looked up and down the bright hallway and saw no one, then cautiously moved to Manuel's office door, in an attempt to eavesdrop, but to no avail - she could hear nothing.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Manuel placed a hand on Danielle's shoulder and said, "My dear, an excellent job of recruitment. She is exquisite. And for that, I am going to reward you."
Danielle smiled a crooked smile and laughed, showing her row of perfect teeth. "Oh, but Monsieur, the reward is all mine," she replied and sank down on her heels, her short black skirt riding up, her white blouse bursting with her heavy 36D tits, held up by a white lace bra. She brought her red-nailed fingers to Manuel's crotch, undoing the belt and lowering the zipper.
She ran her hand over the prominent and growing tube that protruded down his left thigh in his black Hugo Boss spandex undershorts. He could feel the touch of her hand run across his shaft back and forth a few times; then she leaned in and started mouthing through the fabric the plum head of his growing cock. He grunted as he felt the warmth of her mouth.
Manuel's cock began lifting the fabric away from his body, and with that, she drew the shorts down to his ankles. His uncut, swollen member sprung up, a column of man-flesh curving slightly up. She studied it, almost cross-eyed, as it continued its progress. As he stepped out of his pants and shorts, she looked up at him and said, "Take off your shirt. I want you completely naked for this."
He smiled and complied - unusual as he was typically the one barking the orders. But in this case, he liked where she was going - a kind of clothed female / nude male kind of kink, which was one of his favorites. "As you wish," he smiled down at her.
"God I can never get enough of this enormous...cock," she said, pausing for emphasis on the word "cock." Danielle's deep brown eyes examined every vein, curve, and ridge of it, the hood of his glans now stretched, with the now-weeping head peeking three-quarters of the way out. His large balls hung low in his hairless scrotum.
"Already leaking, I see," she noted.
He took his cock and rubbed the leaking head on her forehead as if to mark his possession. With that she reached out her pointed tongue to lap his balls for the first time. He ran his cockhead down her nose and over her prominent cheekbone, and then circled back to rub it along her deep red lips.
"There's not going to be any lipstick there when I'm done with you, is there, Danielle," he said.
"No sir," she said.
"Enough teasing," Manuel snapped. "It's time to suck." With that, he took her perfectly coiffed brunette head, done up in a bun, in both hands, and directed his cock into her opening mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth was sublime, and he groaned again. He would not give her a break, and he penetrated until his cockhead pressed against her throat. She wasn't prepared for such a rapid assault, but was somehow able to stifle a gag.
"Hands behind your back, slut," he ordered. She complied dutifully, and angled her mouth better with her throat so she could attempt to accommodate his girthy nine inches. Sticking her tongue out at the bottom of his shaft and opening her throat, she felt the invader enter her gullet, and he quickly had the entire member lodged inside of her oral cavity. It had taken her a long time to master deep throating and controlling her gag reflex, especially for such a huge cock, and she was secretly proud of her talent.
"Oh that's good," he muttered. "Look at yourself in the mirror," he gestured to the wall, where a floor-length mirror reflected back the erotic scene of a chisled man with his cock lodged deep in the throat of a beautiful woman, still sexily attired, squatting on her heels as her mouth was used for his pleasure, her hands clasped behind the small of her back.
"You are such a good slut. Such a good cocksucker. Such a good deepthroating girl. Such model behavior," he laughed at his pun. "Come on, milk that cock with your throat. That's a good girl." He started egging her on as he continued to pummel her tonsils.
Fortunately she had a wide mouth, but even so her dark red lips were stretched wide around his girth. She looked up at him with her big eyes and pleaded silently for mercy, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to get enough air.
He relented, and extracted his cock from her mouth, slapping it on her perfect covergirl face. He pushed her head down and deeper, making her suckle on his balls, now tighter to his body than before. She knew this wasn't a marathon - this was a pump and dump; he would cum soon. She snaked her tongue behind his balls, devoting new attention to his taint. He let out some guttural noises, and then finally pushed her away.
"Stroke me," he commanded. She reached up and used both hands to jack his wet cock, resting the ripe head on her outstretched tongue.
"That's a good girl; be my cum dumpster. Suck all the cum out of that fat cock," he urged her in his french accent. She smiled and gazed up at him, now moving one set of fingers to stimulate his balls and taint, the other continuing to jack his soaked girth with a closed grip that provided just enough pressure to take him to the next level.
"Oh so good, so good," he muttered as the first rope fired from his cock, painting her tongue. Several joined the first in quick succession, all meticulously directed by Danielle onto her tongue. When the entire load of a dozen shots was in her mouth, she opened to show him, and then swallowed it all down.
