“So still think the Stars are so great?” Sandrine just looked straight ahead and didn’t answer. “Well, listen skank, you might want to notice which one of us has all her clothes on, and which one of us is buck naked and covered with cum. That give you any clues?”
Sandrine was again on her knees and bound, her body sloping back. In addition to the thick cum on her face, a wide, deep river of the substance trailed down her front and into her pubic hair. Her breasts were smeared with it.
Danielle took Keith by the hand and brought him in front of Sandrine, who looked impassively at the two. Danielle dropped to her knees. She opened and lowered Keith’s pants and boxers and took his cock in her hand.
“Was this the cock you thought you were going to have a romp in the sack with? Thought it would be in your mouth? Or maybe it’s the one you just wanted to tease? Let me show you what a real woman can do with a cock like this.”
Danielle began to pump Keith’s cock with her fist and to kiss and lick it. Then she put her mouth around it and started sucking. She worked on him for some minutes, heating up his package and her mouth, fondling his balls. She started to deep throat him, moaning deeply, making short motions with her head. Keith began to groan. His hands found Danielle’s hair, and he began to run his fingers through.
After a few minutes Keith whispered, “Oh, yeah, here it comes, Babe.”
Danielle brought herself back until just the head of Keith’s cock was in her mouth. He groaned as he let go. Danielle dropped her jaw, making as much room in her mouth as possible. Her nostrils flared as she breathed through her nose.
When Keith was done coming, Danielle came to her feet and bent over Sandrine. She again grabbed hair at the back of Sandrine’s head, although by now all of it was sodden with cum. She forced Sandrine’s face up. Like she’d done earlier, before Travis, Danielle puckered her lips. This time, rather than saliva, Keith’s cum began to leak from her mouth and fall onto Sandrine’s face. Sandrine was too exhausted, or maybe to defeated, to even make an attempt to avoid this indignity. She just closed her eyes and let it happen. When the semen had finished dropping onto Sandrine’s face, Danielle worked her mouth and then forcefully spat the cum she’d collected onto Sandrine’s face. She repeated the procedure and spat again.
Danielle dismissively released Sandrine’s hair. She moved behind and snipped her bonds for the last time. Then she pinched the back of Sandrine’s neck and pulled one of her arms up behind her back. She lifted her - Sandrine had nothing left to resist with - and marched her to the door. She let go of Sandrine’s neck long enough to get the front door open.
“I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house, cunt,” Danielle said and gave her a push. Sandrine lurched down the two steps to the walk and stumbled a few feet to where the sidewalk turned toward the driveway. But she continued straight. After a couple more tottering steps she fell to her knees and then fully on her front in several inches of snow.
I’d been so shocked I’d not had the wits to think or move, but I could see Sandrine through the living room window after she was off the porch. After she fell I made for the spare bedroom. Our coats were still on top of all the others, and I quickly gathered them and Sandrine’s purse. When I arrived in the living room Danielle was on her second trip to the door, a few steps ahead of me. Out the door, she threw Sandrine’s clothes into the snow. Sandrine was just coming to her knees. Danielle had the paint container in her other hand.
As I descended the two steps Danielle said, “You forgot something, slut.” She dumped the receptacle of piss on Sandrine’s head, turned, went into the house, and slammed the door. Sounds of glee and merriment resounded loudly from inside.
Sandrine was beginning to shiver. I put on my coat and then helped her into hers as she came to her feet. The coat was all she had on, her feet bare, so I quickly gathered her clothes, picked her up, and carried her to my car a short way down the street. There I helped her into the front seat. I came around the car, got in, and started the engine.
She was now shivering uncontrollably, bent over double. The cum on her face had congealed and her hair looked frozen. I wanted to comfort her, but I also knew she probably wanted to get away from this place. I calculated that the engine would warm up no slower, and likely faster, if we were moving, so I put the car in gear and started driving. It was about a twenty-five minute trip to Sandrine’s place.
Within a few minutes the heat was coming up, and about ten minutes after pulling out the car’s interior was becoming toasty. Sandrine sat up and opened her coat to allow the warmth to blow onto her skin. She reclined the seat as far as it would go. For the rest of the drive to her place it was very difficult keeping the car on the road. How was I supposed to not look at that incredible body?
When we arrived at the house she was renting I found she’d fallen asleep. I had to shake her gently a few times before she woke. She came to with a jerk, a sharp intake of breath, and wide eyes. She was disoriented. Her gaze fell on me at the same time her hands discovered she was naked.
“Michael! Shit! Why the fuck am I nak…..?” Then she closed her eyes. “Oh, fuck…..holy shit…..that bet.” By now her hands had found the river of hardened cum down the front of her body. She followed it up and her hands began to explore the solidified semen on her face. Her eyes went wide again as her hands felt the helmet of congealed cum her hair had become.
“Holy fucking shit,” she muttered. “It really happened?”
I nodded.
She let out a loud breath. “Fuck. Okay, let’s go inside.” She found her heels on the floor and slipped them on, closed the coat, and opened her door.
I gathered her clothes and purse and came around the car. She was already moving slowly up her walk. I put an arm around her with my hand under her armpit. It wasn’t really necessary to support her. Although slow, she was doing fine on her own, and I just held her gently and let her know I was there.
I fished in the purse for her keys and opened the door. She headed right for her bedroom and I went with her. She turned and collapsed backward onto her bed and her coat was once more entirely open. Again, I had tremendous trouble keeping my eyes off her stunning body.
I tossed her clothes and purse on the bed and then went into the bathroom. There I turned on the shower to let the water run hot. The master bath had an enormous, tiled shower stall: about eight feet long and five wide with shower heads at both ends. When the water was steaming I moved back into the bedroom.
Sandrine was where I’d left her, and she seemed to be half in, half out of sleep.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said and shook her fully awake. “C’mon. You need to take a shower before you get to sleep.”
Her eyes opened and she nodded. She kicked off her heels and held her hands out to me. I took them and pulled her to her feet. Once standing she let the coat fall to the floor. I walked her into the bathroom.
“Hey, I’m going to take off. Call me later if you need to talk. And take tomorrow off. I can handle things.” I wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek or her head before I left, but I had no idea where I could put one.
She shook her head. “Come in with me.”
“Sandrine, you’re exhausted.”
“Please? Please, Michael. Just…..please. It would mean a lot to me. I don’t want to be alone yet.”
How could I refuse? Any other time during the last five years if she’d asked me to join her in the shower I couldn’t have gotten out of my clothes quickly enough and would have been certain I’d died and gone to heaven. Yes, her body was magnificent as she stood there nude. But she also looked so sad, pathetic, used. Tonight could not be more different than any of the other nights over the five years I’d known her. Now that I was sure that I was getting in the shower with her for her benefit, rather than mine, I was okay.
She stepped into the shower while I shed my clothes. Naked, I moved in with her.
Sandrine had her head under the pounding water, but she turned and hugged me briefly. My dick had been stirring. How it could not be doing an imitation of a blue steel girder I had no idea. But the embrace accomplished that. My dick came rigid and moved right up in between her legs and pushed against her vulva.
“Oh, my!” Sandrine said in a sultry voice. She used her hands to indicate the mess she still was and said, “But hold that thought. Could you hand me the shampoo?”
The bottle was on a shelf at the other end of the enclosure. I turned from her, my dick leaving the warm nest it had found. It popped right up and pointed out the vent in the ceiling. Sandrine laughed, and it was good-natured, really a delight to hear considering the circumstances.
I brought the shampoo bottle over and indicated for her to turn. I squeezed a huge amount of the cleanser into my palm and began a bathe her hair. She leaned her head back and moaned.
“Mmmmm, that feels good. Thank you.”
I nuzzled my nose against the side of her neck.
Sandrine picked up a rough, natural sponge, got it soft under the hot water, and squirted it full of soft soap. While I tended to her hair she began to scrub at the hardened cum on her body, rinsing out the sponge again and again. Meanwhile, I took the shower head from its holder and played the hot water all over her head, running my fingers over and through her hair. When I’d cleared all the shampoo lather I replaced the head, filled my hand again with shampoo, and started washing her hair again. Truly, I could keep this up all night.
Sandrine seemed satisfied now with the front of her body.
