Delegacy 2 : Paris


First-Time, Humiliation, Teen, Virginity
The future day I took a aeroplane back to the United States. I had to be careful as the trouble with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scene. My office gave me papers to get through the checkpoints. I caught a cab and headed house.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the contents of the envelope. A letter gave me the summation of the next missionary post. I was heading to Paris. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My quarry was an actress in an opera. She was the girl of an crucial politician. Our client hopes to get her Padre to draw out out of the slipstream due to having to deal for a traumatized daughter.

The next page showed me her picture. She was a brunet with blue eye. She had one gram molecule on her brass that honestly made her idea of sexy. She wore a rig that screamed wealth and also complimented her nicely sized tits. The dress was from fitting and revealed her curved shape. I memorized the picture then read the caption. Her name was Claire Dufour.

I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my bounteousness from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to genus Paris. I used my paper that got me out of Republic of Cuba to get on a plane. The adjacent forenoon I arrived at the airport. I caught a drive down to the Opera business firm where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the field today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.

I entered the lobby. The ceiling was improbable. Off to the left was a receipt desk. To the rightfield was seating where masses could wait for a display to start out. I walked up to the desk and as I checked my coat, noticed two painters arguing in French. One stormed away while the other shrugged, turned, and entered the bathroom. I followed him in. He unzipped his pants and began to pee in a urinal. No one else was there so I walked up behind him and strangled him. Then I took his apparel. I proceeded to cast his corpse in a laundry container for towels.

I then began to search Sir Thomas More of the dramatic art. I found a hallway going down to the cellar. I walked in unquestioned by the former workers. I was below the stage. I could see the phone of voices singing above. I wandered around until I found a stairway that led up to the backstage area. I went up the stairs.

At the top was a curtain. I peeked around it seeing an empty-bellied salad dressing room. I walked over to a rack of costumes. I saw one of a WW I officer and put them on in favor of the painters uniform. Then I exited the dressing room. I was greeted by a large hall lined with multiple doors. I continued down the hall until I found a fecundation room marked Claire Dafour. I opened the doorway. She was n't there. I went inside and closed the door behind me.

inside was a mesa with a mirror for doing hair and makeup. There was also a small side of meat elbow room for practising lines. A boastfully closet was against the back wall. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come.

Ten minutes later a bell rung signalling the door end of practice and the start of lunch gap. I readied myself for her to derive. Only a instant later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My dick stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing frock with a built in pushup that made her titty look enormous.

She headed into the side of meat room to probably recitation singing where she would n't rile people. The little studio apartment elbow room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the closet and entered the sound way. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof threshold and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I could n't understand what she was saying but she was scared.

I stepped toward her and then tackled her pushing her to the ground. She screamed and landed in a bundle amidst her dress. I took the knife out of my pocket and cut the dress straight down the front. Her knocker popped out as the bra was built into the frock. They were huge and I could n't hold off to play with them. I grabbed her and yanked her our of the dress she was no wearing naught but a pair of panties. She screamed and cried.

I rammed my body weight into her and pinned her between me and the paries. I slipped her panty off and admired her beautiful teenager pussy. It was n't shaved. I liked shaved but the tits made up for it. She cried and seemed to complain about something consistently. I continued to press her against the bulwark as I pulled out my rod. She started at it and seemed to gulp.

I grabbed my clock and rammed it into her sweet, teen pussy. It was unbelievably tight. Then blood dripped from her slit and I suddenly understood. She was a Virgin. Her belly laugh were so loud but I slammed her harder. I was tearing her apart with my cock. Her pussy was dry as sandpaper. She was not aroused at all. I watched her tits sway as I slammed her slit. They were magnificent. I reached out and grabbed one. I squeezed the nipple. Some milk dripped out. I licked it up and then sucked on her tit.

Feeling violent, I bit down on her breast as hard as I could. I tasted blood. She screamed again even louder then before. I spit her tit out. I was getting close to cumming now. I tensed up, and pellet my sperm late into her virginal vagina. I threw her on the background she continued to cry. A cum and blood commixture flowed out of her vagina all over the floor. I took a picture for memories. I slipped up my pants and excited the room. I left the theater of operations and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing room. I left immediately.

wThe succeeding day in my hotel I was sent another varsity letter. $ 150,000 clam were transferred to my bank account and I again received a newspaper clip. `` opera Isaac Bashevis Singer Claire Raped In Dressing room. ''
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