Nadia Provides The Name

Helena Van Dern was a forty-two year old blonde with hair cut in a mannish fashion. She had a symmetrical face with large, clear eyes. Eyes that had wrinkles due to too much ****, tobacco, and lack of sleep. Her jaw was square, her nose noble, and her lips thin. She had been a successful writer in the 1930's, but her extravagant life style had so depleted her fortune, that now, stuck in Casablanca and trying to obtain an exit visa, she could do so only by meeting Captain Renault's...'requests'.

One of his 'requests' was that she present payment in the nude, although he did allow her to retain her stockings and shoes. Her breasts were small, very small, whereas her thighs were thick and her calves muscular. As happens with most people, she had put on some weight over the years, mainly around her waist, so she had a pronounced belly. She was what some would call 'bottom heavy'. Her sparse pubic hair was kept neatly trimmed in a hear-shaped pattern

Helena had been on her knees in the center of the floor in Captain Renault's office for over thirty minutes. Hand cuffs on her writs kept her arms behind her. At first she was **** to meet Captain Renault's price, but then she learned that he did not want conventional sex, only oral. After all, considering the numbers of pussies she had eaten over the years, how difficult could it be to satisfied a penis with her mouth? As a confirmed Lesbian, her only experience with males had been as a teenager before she had become aware of her true sexual orientation.

She had asked some of the female friends she had made in Casablanca about fellatio and had entered Captain Renault's office with the best of intentions. The problems that she was experiencing were A) she had been denied the use of her hands and B) mere sucking was not good enough for the Prefect of Police. He wanted to ram his dick down her throat, and hold it there, cutting off her air supply. Every time he relaxed his grip on her head, she pulled away, gasping and sobbing, trying to catch her breath. Saliva was constantly flowing from the corners of her mouth as she was unable to swallow with a cock down her gullet.

The ringing of the phone in his office bought her a reprieve from the face-fucking she had been enduring. As she knelt there, head bowed, gasping for breath, lower half of her chin and her chest covered with spit, she listened to his side of the conversation.

Renault: She did? Excellent, excellent. Who was it?
Renault: Hmmm.
Renault: I'll have to check around, do a little verifying, before I make an arrest.
Renault: No, no. Going forward treat her like a regular prisoner. If the name proves to be false, we will go back to... interrogating her.
Renault: Yes... Very good... and you two did an excellent job. Bravo.

Hanging up the phone, he returned to his guest, offering his apologies. "I am sorry for the interruption Mademoiselle Van Dorn, but that was important business... Now, where were we?"

"Well =I= was trying to get you off with my mouth," she complained, accompanied with a sniffle. Having a man's dick repeatedly shoved now her throat had made her nose run and her eyes water. Due to the cuffs, she was unable to wipe either of them. "=You=, on the other hand, were trying to **** me."

"Ah, yes, that's right," Captain Renault smiled, "Thank you." Placing both hands on the top of her head, he said, "Open."

Like a well-trained dog, she immediately lowered her jaw, giving him access to her. They resumed their dance. Helena trying to blow him when he would let her, and Captain Renault periodically jerking her head so hard and rapidly, that she thought he would jar her fillings loose.

When at last she heard his heavy breathing and, looking up into his face, saw that his eyes heavily lidded, she knew the end was near. Now it was she who was trying to move her head rapidly back and forth. Sucking on his dick, milking his shaft with her tightly clenched lips.

When he started his orgasm, for once she wanted him down her throat, that way she would not have to swallow it. Not have to taste it. But Renault wanted to come in her mouth. Let her experience taking a male load that way. He held her head tightly as he ejaculated over and over, literally flooding her mouth with his sperm. He let out a long moan when he had finished.

"Wh-when I re-release you," he panted. "No spitting. You have to swallow it. Otherwise our agreement is null and void." She tried to nod her head, but he held it too securely for that, so she blinked rapidly instead. When he released her, she tilted her head back and parted her lips so that he could see the mess he had made inside her mouth. So that he could see the gooey wad of disgusting semen mixed with her own saliva. Once she had swallowed, she hung down her head. Partly to catch her breath, partly in humiliation of how she had had to debase herself.

After he had signed and stamped the visa, Captain Renault unlocked the cuffs. He helped her to her feet, saying, "Thank you for a most pleasure interlude."

It was a good thing he was standing next to her, for when she stood up, her knees buckled and she nearly fell. Returning behind his desk, he sat there watching her get dressed. He stopped her from turning her back to him by saying, "Face me. Keep facing me."

Now fully clothed but still feeling naked before his eyes, knowing that he had seen everything she had, Helena retrieved the visa from his desk. On her way out, he halted her by saying, "Listen, I have a bit of leg work to do this evening. Would you care to join me at Rick's Cafe Amreicain for dinner?"

The once, and perhaps future, Queen of Words departed in silence, not deigning to give his non-sensical question a reply. She needed to brush her teeth and gargle. Maybe with lye.

Drumming his fingers on his desk, he thought of the questions he would need answers to, and who he had to speak with, to verify Nadia's information.