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«Come on, baby, I want to see you drooling as if you really were peeing! I want to see this divine pussy gushing in pleasure!»

«What? No! What you want to do? Get off me! I feel ashamed!»

«You shouldn't feel ashamed of anything with me. And now wet yourself without restraints!»

«Stop it! I don't want to!» she screeches. «Please, Drakkar, please don't do this to me. I need to pee!»

«Améthyste, that's not pee! And I want you to follow your body needs. You are in my power now and all I want is to see your beautiful pussy spurting freely!»

He continue to move the fingers up and down inside her, with resolute movements, as if he were searching for a specific spot. And he finally finds it...

Sibylle opens wide her eyes as she feels the pressure of a warm fluid inside her. At that point

when she was with Claude

she ran to the bathroom to get rid of what she thought it was pee. That

problem

annoyed her husband as hell!

Drakkar slips off the fingers and continues to stimulate her with caresses and circular friction with his fingertips all over her intimate parts.

«Come on, baby, wet yourself!» says his breathless voice.

Sibylle looks at his hard member, so proud and beautiful. She then looks at the man' face covered by the mask: he is concentrated between her legs, touching it with a light of extreme pleasure in his eyes, tremendously excited. He admires it, he touches it, he pulls her labia, he takes the whole vulva cupped in his large hand and rubs it vigorously.

She throws her head back, realizing that she is about to wet herself in

that

way. She finally relaxes all the muscles of her body and she does what he asked for. A clear and warm spurt comes out accompanied by Drakkar's comments about that “
magnificent pussy”
.

The man moans in satisfaction inciting her to continue. When she finishes, he bends over to lick her slowly, devoutly, making her shiver. Then he looks at her and smiles, caressing her face and hair.

«You are truly wonderful, baby. This pearl between your legs is sublime, and it tastes like honey. You are the best gift I could ever wish for. Thank you for this gift.» he says satisfied.
Then he lies gently on top of her, preparing to penetrate her again.

-
        
Chapter III

 

“Stiffness is a companion of death; flexibility is a companion of life.”
 


Lao Tzu

 

~

 

 

The next day, Sibylle enters her apartment that is almost lunch time. Her three best friends are busy in the kitchen, and their chatting stops as soon as they see her.

All three freeze in their position: Alma with a spoon in her hand with which she is stirring the vegetables in the wok; Virginie squat down feeding the cats; Nora with a bottle of beer in her mouth and her hand keeping the fridge open.

Sibylle goes to sit on a chair with the expression of someone who has just received a shocking news. Her friends leave what they are doing and go to her. Except Nora, who closes the fridge, ends calmly the whole bottle, puts it on the kitchen cabinet, and belches loudly before going near her.

«Sibylle, are you all right?» asks Alma, taking her hands.

Sibylle looks at them one at a time knowing that they really want to know everything. They are her friends, her sisters, with them there is no embarrassment.

«That man

» Sibylle says, unable to continue.

Virginie chuckles.

«Whoa! Someone has been banged hard!»

Sibylle smiles and laughs, shakes her head and then laughs again.

«We want to know everything, everything you understand?!» tells her Virginie, stroking her own long hair.

«I don't know if I can describe what I felt, I do not know if I can explain how amazing Drakkar has been

»

«Drakkar?» all three ask.

«Yes, it is the secret name of the man with whom I had the rendezvous. We had sex like two animals in heat. We both felt an incredible feeling between us since the first moment, and for the first time in my life I felt sexually... alive. The agreement was that I had to masturbate while he watched, but something has changed and

Oh dear, I never thought a person could do it that way. We were two animals. And then

»

Her eyes are staring at the floor now: she is remembering again, she is shivering again.

«And then

?» Virginie prompts her.

Sibylle closes her eyes.

«He licked me

there

and almost made me come with his wonderful tongue.»

The three friends cheer.

«I already like this guy!» says Nora raising a fist.

«Then I did come more than once, and this morning

when we wake up at dawn

we did it for the third time. Then the phone rang and he had to go. Oh, and do you remember that problem I had when I was with Claude?» Her friends nod. «Remember I was desperate. I often had the urge to pee during sexual intercourse and I stopped to run to the bathroom? I even went to the doctor for a visit, because I thought it was a bad infection and

»

«Yes, yes, we remember. It also happened with this Drakkar?» asks Virginie.

«Yes, but he knew what it was
.
You know when a woman, uhm, gushes from her vagina that clear and odorless liquid?»

All three utter a long “oh”, incredulous and astonished.

«Exactly: “oh!”» she chuckles, then she looks up with dreamy eyes. «Drakkar made me gush until there was none. That man made me wet, then licked my... juice, you know? It wasn't disgusted by my flavor; on the contrary, he continued to play with my pussy, getting wet and being delighted of doing it! And he was so in control of everything: of the situation, of my body, of his magnificent body. He made sure that I drank enough so that I hadn't to suffer from dehydration.»

«Sensationnel
...
», whispers Virginie, astonished.

«We spent most of the night talking like old friends. We talked about everything. Drakkar is wonderful. He is intelligent, strong, funny... and he can be even sweet when he wants to. We laughed so much and then he

», Sibylle's eyes fill with warm tears, «He held me in his arms and I fell asleep, while his hand was stroking my back and his mouth was kissing my hair. Girls, I'm almost sure he is

»

«“He is” what?» asks Virginie.

«The man of my recurring dream. And now I think I know what he meant last time when he told me: “if you say

no

I will go away forever from your dreams.” When I said “no” he really has left my dreams, but only to meet me in real life.»

Alma tenderly sighs and holds stronger her hands.

«What a wonderful thing it would be if it were true! And your eyes, Sibylle

The last time I saw them shining in this way it was when you fell in love with Claude. Could it be that this Drakkar


«No», says Sibylle peremptory, «I still love Claude and I intend to have him back. With Drakkar I experienced something unique, I cannot deny it, but it's nothing more than a healthy, instinctive sexual desire.»

«And a toast to sex, then!» says Virginie, going to take the glasses. «To sex, that brings to life our sweet Sibylle, turning her from a shy and timid damsel in an uninhibited slut!»

All laugh, the atmosphere is jovial and the sun rays light up all around.

«You still have to tell us many things, Sibylle. We want details!» says Alma.

«No, please, not while we eat.» complains Nora.

«You know what? You didn't describe this Drakkar yet. How he looks?» continues Alma.

«Oh, he is so handsome.»

«Aww
!
» howl the three friends laughing kindly at her.
«Come on, tell us properly how he looks.»

«He has a mouth that

Oh, that mouth», she pauses for a moment, thinking back to that mouth of his.

«Sibylle, Sibylle, Sibylle!» jokes Virginie snapping her fingers in front of Sibylle's face.

«His mouth is beautiful, and his eyes are so piercing, expressive, full of passion. But I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask.»

The friends stare at her.

«A mask? Throughout the night, until morning?» asks Virginie.

«Yup.»

«There you go. He is a frigging weirdo.» grumbles Nora.

«He is not a weirdo, he just likes to wear them. What upsets me

a part the fact that I cannot enjoy his face

is that if I meet him I cannot even recognize him.»

«Oh Sibylle», begins to say Alma while helping Virginie to put the glasses on a tray, «I'm sure you'd recognize him. You would recognize him by his smell, his voice, his movements.»

«While we finish preparing tell us more about this unforgettable night.» suggests Virginie, stirring the vegetables.

Alma turns the TV on to have it in the background, but stops to look at the latest news: the occupation of a building in
Rue de Courcelles
, a street not far from there. A dozen men have barricaded themselves on the third floor of a building, taking hostage some people and throwing in the street below everything they find. They have already destroyed some cars parked. They are furious because one of their friend committed suicide in prison. But they don't believe is a suicide.

«It's not far from here.» whispers Sibylle in shock.

All their arguments vanish as they follow the report. Suddenly a loud noise echoes in the distance: helicopters. The four women go out on the terrace looking at the sky while the noise gets louder. A minute later three helicopters fly over their heads, heading to the building with the hostages.

«It's the DAFT!» exclaims Nora, raising her fist and cheering with a long cry of exultation.

The D.A.F.T.

Division d'Assaut Français des Taureaux
(French Assault Division of the Bulls)

is a division of the French special forces specialized in handling situations of emergency and extreme violence. The members of the DAFT are specialized in taking control of every situation, they are prepared to any kind of combat and armed conflict. They are trained hard and are always ready to enter in action, never scared to deal with any kind of risk. The men of the DAFT are also known for their integrity and preparation, which make them extraordinarily decisive and excellent in every field.

“In the military operation first ensure the victory and then give battle”
, is the motto of the division, taken from the Art of War by Sun Tzu. The people and the press affectionately simply call them “
The Bulls
”. After a few minutes the women go back inside to finish preparing the meal, listening to the journalist reporting excited the arriving of the DAFT. Sibylle sighs, sits on a chair and immediately the black cat jumps in her lap in search of cuddles, which Sibylle gives him happily. Alma smiles.

«Are you thinking about him, Sibylle? Of your Drakkar?» Alma asks, taking the white wine from the fridge.

«No, she is thinking of his cock!» says Virginie, taking a cucumber and shaking it in front of Nora, who snorts irritated.

Sibylle smiles then sighs again, kissing the cat behind the ear.

«Yes, I was thinking about him. I was thinking where he could be now, what he is doing at this time. I don't know anything about him, he could be anyone. He could also be a rich asshole unable to dress by himself; or a boss who mistreats his employees; or maybe he is the employee who let everyone treat him bad

»

«Sibylle, why you should care?» observes Virginie, continuing to harass Nora with the cucumber, trying to stick it in her ear. «As long as you're happy with him sexually, what do you care of the rest?»

Alma giggles, before going to take the cucumber from Virginie's hand to slice it.

«Of course she cares. The idea of him being an alpha male in everyday life would make him even more irresistible, am I right, Sibylle? Well, Virginie is right anyway: you shouldn't care of what he does or who he is, especially after you affirmed that he is nothing more than a sexual entertainment. And yes, he could be anyone, even a spineless idiot.»

 

In the DAFT's helicopter, the man in charge of the armed group is finishing to wear his black balaclava and gloves; he adjusts the weapons tied to his thighs and finally he wears a protective anti-ballistic helmet. Ensures the snap hook to the cable and leans out of the open side of the helicopter with a rifle on his left hand, looking at the building nearby. On his back he has the symbol of the division: a black bull ready to gore.

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