September 2021 (continued)

The French Do It Differently (continued)

I decided to take a much needed holiday to the south of France. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and wanted to be alone –– or at least that's what I thought I wanted. Another part of me was searching for new romance, and what better place to look for it than in France.

I flew to Paris and took a train to a small town near Cannes. I settled into a pensione that was known to be a lovers' hangout. My mattress was stained sweat and who-knows-what, and I spent my first night sagging in it alone, dipping my fingers into my pussy. I came quickly, with my orgasm jumping right out of my mouth. I'm a noisy little bitch, or at least that's what my last boy-toy told me.

I didn't realize how quiet the hotel was until after I stopped my moaning.

There was a knock at the door. Dammit! Now the whole room smelled of my orgasm.

"Une minute!" I yelled and ran to the bathroom to find a towel. Before I could grab one, the door opened and there was the bellhop.

He said something to me in French. I replied that I didn't speak French very well and he repeated himself in English.

"I heard maybe some screaming and thought there was a problem?"

His French accent was to die for. His dark curly hair framed his beautiful, fresh face, and I could tell underneath his starched and pressed uniform there was firm flesh.

"No, pas de probleme." I answered, sort of covering my self with my hands. He was definitely looking at me –– I, of course was totally nude –– but he wasn't leering at me. The French are so nonchalant about nudity, but how could he be that indifferent to my breasts still flushed pink from coming. And couldn't he smell my post-gasm afterglow?

We looked at each other intently and traded in our spoken language for body language. In the smoothest move, he came toward me and cupped both of my breasts gently in his hands.

"Perfect," he said softly, in his accent.

I let out a sigh. He began squeezing my plump, warm tits in his hands with the confidence of an experienced lover, but I knew he had to be at least ten years my junior. I felt my nipples getting so hard and the blue veins of my tits stood out against his dark olive hands.

"My name is Rashid," he said.

"French?"

"Algerian."

He smiled, his erection pressing against my belly, fingers pinching and caressing my pink nipples, moaning something decidedly non-Algerian-like in my ear.

"Je veux te lecher." I want to lick you. Then he grabbed my hand, my fingers still sticky with my own cum. He breathed in the last of me, and sucked on two of my fingers. I watched him suck on me the way I wanted to suck on his cock. I reached down and felt his hard-on through his grey trousers. He put his hand over mine and guided my motion.

"It's big, n'est-ce pas?"

"As big as all of north Africa! I'm going to call you my Monster," I said.

First I had been afraid because I was naked, and now I was scared to see him in the same state. My old boyfriend's dick hadn't even been a match for my two fingers.

"I will be gentle for you," he said as if he was reading my mind. He slipped his hand between my sticky thighs and traced his hand between my cleft. Back and forth he rubbed, just barely opening me, barely smearing the drops of white liquid coming out of my pussy. I wanted him so bad.

I dropped down to my knees and slowly undid his fly. The Monster sprang out at me like a raging bull. His cock was dark brown, like melted chocolate, and big. It was nearly ten inches long and so wide my lips could barely fit around it. I licked the head of it like a bon bon, tasting every bit of it. He ran his fingers through my hair and let a tiny moan escape from his throat. Slowly he fed me his huge rod until I had nearly all of it in my mouth.

Then I took his dick in both my hands and at the mushroom top, began stroking his foreskin over and back. I licked his balls, so small compared to the rest of him. When he cried out, I started licking and sucking him in earnest. My head was buried between his legs, my tongue was searching everywhere.

I slowly leaned back on the floor, letting his humongous dick slip out of my mouth. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down. I drew in a big breath as I felt The Monster make its way inside me.

"Oh, easy baby," I cautioned. But after all, he was a young man, and they are always in a hurry, no matter what they say. His cock filled me so deep and I clamped down on it like a bitch in heat.

"J'adore ca, J'adore ca," he hissed in my ear. I love it. I love it.

Our mouths met, and I felt his full lips press against mine, his tongue bathing every inch of my tongue.

"Ma petite saloppe," he continued, "Tu es tres chaud." My little bitch. You are so hot.

He pumped his huge prick in and out of my hungry hole and just when I was about to roll over to take it doggy-stye, I heard his breathing quicken and felt his muscles tense, and in a second he was squirting his milky load all over my tits.

"Je vien!" he moaned. I'm coming!

"Merde!" I replied, "I'm not!" My box was burning hot and I certainly wasn't satisfied by this short fuck.

"I have so much more for you baby," he said, looking in my eyes. He was right. That was just the beginning. I was now primed to experience some real Frenching.

He lowered his head to my muff and licked every last bit of his dick juice out of me. My clit was as hard as a nut, and he pressed his full lips and tongue against it, sucking it, squeezing it, until I didn't know whether I was coming or going.

"Put your fingers inside me," I begged him. I didn't want to explode until I could feel my pussy getting fingered.

But who needs nimble fingers when you've got a 22 year old ten-incher? Rashid was erect again, and this time I knew it was going to be a long hard pony ride. He rolled me over and placed a nearby seat cushion under me to lift my ass higher in the air.

"I love your ass," he remarked, as if he'd been looking at it his whole life. He spread my cheeks apart as far as they would go.

"What the fuck, Rashid!" I shouted. He knew what I really wanted. He covered my asshole with my own pussy sauce and gently inched the head of his dick in. I thought I was going to burst apart at the seams, but instead I took all 10 inches of French cock right up my ass. With one hand he reached around and rubbed my slippery clit. He slid The Monster in and out of my tight asshole until I was crying out so loud, I thought the entire hotel staff would come barging in!

In a moment of absolute frenzy, I started to shake and cum all over his massive tool. He shot his wad deep into my ass and dug his fingers into my hips. It was the longest orgasm of my life.

He collapsed on top of me and when I opened my eyes he was standing above me, dressed and ready to go back to work.

"Au revoir, Madame." He blew me a kiss and waved good-bye.

I was so hungry that I dialed room service and requested a late night snack. I was surprised to discover that there were Algerian men on the menu!

––Allison M.