Rick Goes Back Upstairs

Returning to his office/living spaces over the Gambling Room, Rick Blaine slipped off his sandals prior to entering the bed room. He saw that Yvonne had gone back to dreamland after Carl had been **** to disturb Rick's slumber. The rumbled sheets of the king sized bed where sprawled everywhere. Yvonne was sleeping face down, nude - as usual - and her pert, round bottom was on perfect display. Rick paused to stare at that back side. His soul mate du jour was a slender but shapely young woman. Her breasts were small but exquisite, capped with pink nipples. A flat stomach. Toned but not muscular legs. Her face was soft, beautifully symmetrical, with expressive eyes. Her blonde hair, now tousled by sleep, extended to the base of her neck.

But it was her butt, those two smooth, rounded, blemish-free hemispheres that were her piece-de-resistance. If Yvonne could see what Rick was seeing just now, she would understand why he was always sodomizing her.

Shaking his head to clear it, the nightclub owner went in the bathroom to shave. Despite his best efforts to be quiet, Yvonne had stirred in her sleep, her head was facing towards the bathroom, and she had shifted more onto her side. "Rick," she called out sleepily, expanding this name to three syllables. When he did not answer, she called again.

He appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, rubbing his face dry with a fluffy, white towel. "What did Captain Renault want?" she asked, now fully on her side and looking at him. Her outline was like a landscape. A hill gently rolling down to a valley then back up another hill before tapering off to the sea.

Tugging on his right earlobe, he answered, "Some sort of big deal robbery last night. He wanted to know if I knew anything about it."

"Rick!" she bolted to an upright, sitting position, her eyes flashing. She was wide awake now. "Why must you always lie to me?"

His head snapped back as if he had been slugged. "I don't lie to you, Yvonne. I've never lied to you."

"You =always= lie to me!" she was practically screaming. He had learned in a situation like this, it was best not to try to shush her. That was like fighting fire with gasoline. It only made it worse. "And you know how I know?" She grabbed her own right earlobe and pulled up and down furiously on it. Releasing her lobe, she made repeated jabs in the air at him with her index finger. "That is what you do before you tell a lie!"

Then she looked around the room, as if trying to gain her bearings. Seeing the alarm clock, she threw another accusatory verbal punch. "And why are you shaving now? You do not have to be at work for hours, yet."

"I am shaving now," he said slowly, stalking towards the bed, "because you always complain about any stubble on my face leaving burns on the insides of your thighs."

She angrily shot back with, "I only do that when...." Her voice trailed off, her lips parted, and her eyes grew wider. The anger in them fading. "Oooh," she said softly. Beckoning with her hand, she told him, "Come here. Let me feel your cheek."

Rick walked up to the edge of the bed, leaned over, and Yvonne stroked her palm approvingly over his smooth skin. It had the pink glow of flesh freshly scraped by a razor. With eyes fixed on his, she reached behind her back to tug pillows in place, angling them against the headboard, one on top of the other. Still staring into his eyes, she slid down in the bed and leaned back against the mound of pillows.

Slowly and deliberately she spread her legs, one straight out from her body, the other bent at the knee. Rick shucked off his shirt and shoved down his pants. He had not bothered with underwear when he had hastily dressed for Captain Renault. Crawling up onto the bed, he stared at her pussy as he drew closer to it. Yvonne was one of the rarest females Rick had ever encountered; a Frenchwoman who shaved her body hair.

He placed his forearms on the mattress as he lowered himself down to worship at Yvonne's Temple-of-Venus. The smooth mound protruding slightly from the rest of her body had flawless skin. The inner lips were barely visible behind the outer ones. Only because he was familiar with the terrain was he even able to spot the clit hiding under its hood.

"Bon jour," he whispered to her pussy and exhausting his knowledge of her native language at the same time. Leaning forward, he planted a soft, brief kiss of greeting to it. If he would have looked up at Yvonne - which he did not, his attentions were focused solely on the young woman's sex - he would have seen her staring down intensely at the top of his head. One hand was on the pillow near her face, the other out to the side.

Rick gave Yvonne's pussy a small lick, his tongue barely making contact with it at all. Her eyelids slowly lowered in response. He licked her again, starting lower this time, but moving agonizingly slow. Her mouth parted slightly.

Again, he licked her. And again. Yvonne's breasts started to rise and fall as she breathed more deeply. Pressing his tongue firmly at the bottom of her pussy, he tilted his head back as he dragged his tongue all the way up. Quickly dropping his chin, he repeated the motion. And repeated.

Yvonne squirmed around a bit, burrowing her backside into the mattress and getting more comfort. For the next few minutes he lapped the length of her womanhood, from bottom to top. His woman's eyes were fully closed and she was making small mewling noises. On his next journey upwards, he did not stop before reaching her clitoris as he had been deliberately doing. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the hidden bud. He heard a soft moan at that. So he repeated the action. He kept his head there, concentrating on her pearl with gently, soft licks.

Then he dove in, his jaws far apart, and covered most of her mons pubis, sucking hard. Yvonne's eyes flew wide open at that. He brought one hand up to grip the top of her leg where it joined her hip as he slowly rolled his head from side to side. All the while maintaining the strong suction over the whole region.

"Oh, Rick," she gasped, her hips bucking up into his face.

Lifting his head, he returned to stroking the cleft between her labia with his tongue. But those pussy lips were fuller now. More puffy. And the inner lips were no longer hidden. He slipped his arms up under her legs, wrapping his arms around them, and grasping the flesh of her inner thighs.

Yvonne dropped one hand to the top of Rick's head, rubbing and petting it, as he worked. Again he clamped his mouth down on her, but just over the area of her clitoris now. Sucking hard, he drew the upper folds of flesh into his mouth, the little bud being trapped between the folds was dragged along with them. Covering the edges of his teeth with his lips, he 'chewed' on her. 'Eating' her both figuratively and literally.

"Oh, yes, Rick," she grasped, seizing his head with both of her hands. He rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitty, feeling her fingers digging into his scalp.

When he lifted his head,Yvonne let out a sigh and her body relaxed.

Resuming his nodding movements, Rick returned to swabbing her pussy with his tongue. He pressed his tongue against her as hard as he could and the aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils. He had to swallow frequently when his mouth filled with her juices and his saliva.

Pressing his tongue between the her swollen labia, he tried to probe up inside her, seeking out more of her sticky nectar. One of his hands released her leg to slide up over her body. Gliding across her abdomen and over her rib cage until he had obtained one of her breasts. With her stiff nipple centered in his palm, he squeezed into the firm but yielding flesh. All the while with his tongue probing the opening of her vagina.

Yvonne covered Rick's hand with her own hand, squeezing him in encouragement.

Meanwhile, down below, a tongue is not a finger, so sliding his arm from under her leg, Rick lifted his head and stroked the tip of his index finger up and down over the slit in her pussy. Her sex was dripping wet now, and the lower half of Rick's face was coated with her juices. Pushing his finger up inside her, he rotated his wrist from side to side while moving his hand back and forth. Soon he had two fingers up inside her and Yvonne's hips grinding in a circular fashion. She was sighing and moaning constantly as he finger-fucked her.

Presently she released her clasp on his hand and reached down to grab Rick's head. Understanding the signal, he withdrew the finger and lowered his head, resuming making love to her with his mouth.

Normally in control of all situations at all times, or trying to be, Rick now let Yvonne take over. Pushing and steering his head this way and that. She wrapped her legs around his neck as she gritted her teeth. The blonde, her graceful body now glistening with a thing layer of perspiration, stared down at him from her throne of pillows supporting her back. Her hips rocked and bucked as she guided his head to proper alignments.

"Oh, Rick... Oh, Rick," she began to gasp. Rick brought his other hand up to grab her unattended breast, squeezing into both of them. She let out a scream and unlocked her legs from around his neck, sticking them up into the air, her toes pointed like a ballerina.

Rick sucked on Yvonne's clitty as hard as he could, his fingers dug into boobs. She leaned forward, bucking her hips and almost sobbing as she climaxed. For nearly thirty seconds her body twitched and spasmed. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. Until finally she collapsed against the pillows, her hands fell away, and her legs slowly lowered.

Not lifting his head immediately, Rick continued to gently lick and kiss over her soaking wet pussy. He nuzzled her inner thighs. Opened his mouth to breathe warm air out across her sex.

When she started idling stroking a lock of his hair between her thumb and forefinger, he looked up at her. Her eyes were dreamy, almost unfocused, and there was a small smile of contentment over her face. "Oh, I love that," she cooed, shaking her head slowly in amazement of the intensity of her orgasm.

A final kiss to her inner thigh and Rick departed the bed for the bathroom. Reaching for the towel he had used in shaving, he caught sight of his lower face before he began to wipe it. His face was as wet and sticky as her pussy. Tossing the towel back onto the sink, he moved to the doorway of the bathroom, standing inside it.

"And that," Ricked pointed his forefinger at her, "Is why it is called 'Frenching'."