The French Connection-2

After dinner, Mr Lafarge wanted to have a talk with me, about the first day. I was impressed how engaged he was, as I was just one of the employees. Okay, the company wasn't that big, but there were over a hundred people working for it.

He wanted to know what I thought of the company, the customers, and what I thought of his daughter and her English.

I didn't tell him what I had seen of her, but I did tell him that I was convinced her English could be improved. It would take a while and some intense practice time, though.

"That is good, " he said. "At some point I want her to take over the company, and she should be able to speak decent English. Her speaking it now is... hurting my ears."

I had to agree, her accent was horrible. Wisely I didn't point out that his English wasn't extremely good, but it was a lot better than hers.

"Can I ask you to mentor her on this as closely as you can?" Mr Lafarge looked at me. "I understand this is asking a lot, Carl, but it is really important for me." For a long moment he looked very tired and I felt sorry for him, even though I didn't know him that well. "If you feel you need to travel back home, you can always say so. We'll arrange that."

"Thank you, sir, " I said. "For now I'm free, and staying here is no problem." After a broken relationship some time ago, this was actually a great opportunity to get away from it all, from the memories, and to do and see something new.

"I am grateful, Carl. And now I need to apologize for keeping you up this long. You must be falling asleep where you sit, after the journey and a day at work. Do go and get some sleep."

"Thank you, sir." I was indeed very tired, so I got up, wished him a good night, and walked out of the room.

*

After getting up the stairs I walked down the corridor and took the key to the room. To my surprise I found the door unlocked. Had I been so tired that I had forgotten to lock it?

I went in and locked the door. Only then I noticed that the lights were on, and I smelled the perfume. I had smelled that all day already, so I automatically connected that to Michelle.

"You took long, " she said from the bed where she'd been reading.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after turning around as if something had stung me.

"Waiting for you, " she said as she put the magazine to the side. "Come to bed. You must be tired."

It was obvious she was naked under the covers. My being tired quickly faded away.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Slowly I walked to the bed, as I took off my clothes. We'd already seen each other naked already, so that should not shock her.

"The best, Carl, " she said as she pushed the covers away from her.

I sat down on the bed and looked at her. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous. She wasn't a beauty in the way that the fashion industry prescribed this year. Instead she was real, honest, and totally sexy. And in my bed.

"Come." She patted the spot next to her. "I want to sit on you." She leaned over and gently tugged my hard cock. That had taken on a life of its own, and her hand made it even harder, so I rolled onto the bed.

"I want us to enjoy this, " Michelle said as she straddled my hips, holding my cock against her pussy. She slowly started moving up and down, her pubic hair stroking my hard member, and pushing against me harder and harder. "I want more than the quick fuck in the shower, Carl."

I saw her pussy lips spread because of the pressure she put on my cock. It felt amazing.

Michelle looked down and grinned. "You want me, Carl." She lifted a hand and licked her fingers. "C'est tellement bon, " she said. "This is so good."

The CEO's daughter, sitting on my, was licking my precum from her fingers and she liked it. So much even that she slowly stroked my cock's hard head to get some more, and licked that off too. I couldn't believe this was happening, and that on the very first night here.

"I can't wait, " Michelle said, rising up a bit more. She pushed my cock between her legs and came down. Very slowly she eased my cock into her soaking pussy, sighing as she made all of it disappear inside her. "You like it too, Mr Zjeeves?"

I knew she was doing her best to tease me. "I do, Miss Lafarge."

As she rode me, she leaned forward. "I can see you are tired. Can you come quickly? Then we can sleep, and you can have me again in the morning."

"If you keep this going, it won't take long, " I said, which made her pump even faster, and mere seconds later I shot my load up inside her. I hadn't even thought about any protection.

"Look at me, " Michelle said, and I did. She worked her pussy hard with a hand, and it didn't take her long to get off, squeezing my cock. She moaned quietly as her hips rocked. I still couldn't believe this was happening, but the feeling and the sounds were real.

Slowly she got off me and leaned over. She kissed me for a short moment. "Sleep now, mon cher Carl. I'll be here when you wake up."

Michelle slipped off the bed and pulled the covers over me, then hurried to the bathroom. I was asleep before she'd closed the door.

*

Somewhere in the night I woke up. I had to pee. After the struggle to locate the light and another moment of confusion, as I didn't immediately recognized the room, I did my business as I recalled the weird dream of finding Michelle in the room.

Soon I was back in bed, switched off the light, and was off to sleep again in seconds.

*

Slowly I woke up. My brain registered the smell of Michelle's perfume at the same moment that I noticed someone lying over me, an arm over my chest and a leg over one of mine. A warm, soft body. Michelle's body, naked, asleep against me. So that evening fuck hadn't been a dream. The mere memory made my cock hard again.

I wondered what time it was. There was barely any light coming through the curtains. And when had she come back in?

"Bonjour, " she murmured. I knew that meant 'good morning'. Her mouth was close to my ear.

"Morning, " I whispered, unsure if she was talking in her sleep or actually kind of awake.

The next thing I felt was a soft kiss on my cheek. "Did you sleep well, Mr Zjeeves?" Her hand slowly moved from my chest down, and found my erect cock. "Oh la la." She held it.

"I slept well, Miss Lafarge, " I said. "And you?"

"I did, " she said. "I didn't want you to wake up alone." Gently she squeezed my cock. "And me either."

I turned my head to face her.

"Hello, " she whispered, moved a bit closer and kissed me deeply. This woman really didn't waste any time, so I let one of my hands roam her body, finding one of her boobs, rubbing her nipple, and making her moan.

After a while she released my cock and moved down under the bed covers. Her mouth found my cock and started licking it. Then her lips slid down my shaft and she slowly sucked for a while. Her body was out of reach, so all I could do was lie there and enjoy what she did. Trust me, that was very enjoyable.

In the back of my mind something shouted that this was wrong. I should not have sex with the CEO's daughter, in his own house, but that voice had no influence on what was going on.

After a while, Michelle's blowjob stopped, slowly, and she moved up again. "I liked that, " she whispered, as she pushed the covers away. "Now you." She sat up and put her knees on my pillow, one on each side of my face. It was still too dark to see much, but I could smell her pussy. She was definitely wet and excited.

It took some maneuvering in the dim light, but soon her wet lips were on my mouth, and I licked her, pushing my tongue between the folds and delivering her as much pleasure as I could. I reached up and managed to hold her boobs, squeezing her nipples, and rolling them through my fingers.

Michelle's hips moved over my face. My tongue found her vagina and slipped in a few time, while she held my hands in place, pressing them hard against her boobs. "You need to stop soon, " she managed to say, "or I will come on your face. I want to come on your cock."

She got up from my face, which we both clearly didn't want, but quickly she moved to the side and turned around, waiting for me on her hands and knees. So the lady wanted to be fucked from behind. I could accommodate that.

Soon I was behind her, lining up my cock with her wet, waiting opening, and I shoved inside her. It felt amazing to go in, much better than the night before when I was barely conscious of it all.

"Yes, " Michelle whispered, her voice hoarse, as I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her. She was deep and could take everything I had to offer. Each time I moved in, she'd push her hips back to get it all as fast as possible.

In the silence of the early morning, all we heard was our heavy breathing and the wet slaps of our fucking. For a moment I wondered if anyone else would hear that, but if she didn't worry, I should either.

"Tell me when you come, " she managed to say.

"Not long, " I said.

"Bon. Good."

A dozen more slaps into her later, I got off, pulling her hips against me, unloading deep inside her, and she got off a moment later. My getting off was feeling so much better as her pussy squeezed my cock, and she was convulsing as her orgasm hit.

It was amazing how long she could orgasm, and all that time I kept my cock inside her. I wanted to feel every moment of this, for as long as I could.

We both panted when she was done. My cock flopped out of her, and we both rolled over on the bed, lying there while I held her. Her ass was in my lap and she held my arm after putting my hand over one of her boobs.

"That was good, Mr Zjeeves."

I gently squeezed her boob. "Jeeves, Miss Lafarge."

"Jeeves, " she said. "Will you fuck me if I say it wrong?"

"I'll also fuck you if you say it right, " I assured her.

She wiggled her ass against me. "Good. I'm glad I picked you."

"Yeah, how did that happen?" I'd been wondering about that.

"Papa wants me to learn better English and showed me some people who speak good English. According to him at least. You were one. And you were not married. And you look nice, Carl."

"Thank you for that. And did you plan this?" I squeezed her boob again, a bit harder this time. It made her gasp.

"I didn't plan. I hoped." She giggled. "My pussy is happy now."

"So is my cock, " I assured her.

"My pussy is also... comment ce dire... How you say... drooling?"

"You mean dripping? Leaking?"

"I think so. I should shower, I think."

I offered to go with her, to make sure that no part was overlooked. She giggled again and told me that she'd like that.

*

Later, in our office, there was a strange and exciting tension between Michelle and me. We glanced at each other a lot, and we found plenty of reasons to get close together and touch. My hand often went under her skirt, because she hadn't bothered to put on underwear, and a few times she unzipped my pants to bring out my hard cock and give it a good lick or suck.

Somehow we also got work done too, and after lunch we were scheduled to visit one of the laboratories where people were creating new perfume scents.

Mr Lafarge asked me into his office, where he told me that this visit was important. Knowing where the scents came from, and knowing how to emphasize the right details, could be very helpful when talking to customers. I agreed with that; in other jobs I'd spent time on the work floor too.

"Very good. You can take Michelle's car, " the boss said. "my secretary already informed them of your visit."

I thanked him. On the way out I had a look at the secretary again. I'd seen her before. Pale skin, red hair, blue eyes and a figure that would be fun to explore a bit more.

I closed the office door behind me.