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“Suzette, I’ve made arrangement to turn this villa over to you. The rental income should allow you to leave your job at the airport.”

I didn’t leave my job. I mean where else could I meet wealthy men, and especially with my sixth sense, wealthy men with big cocks and skillful tongues like Yevgeny?

Yevgeny wasn’t the only one who gave me gifts. You already know about Romeo and Valerie Dellacroix taking me shopping.

I almost married once. His name was Jacob (pronounced Yacob) Knutsen from Norway. He invented some computer thing that I didn’t understand that made him millions.

Jacob came to the south of France on holiday and I knew as soon as he got off the plane that I just had to, well you know.

He’d just bought a home along the beach in Agde. I wangled an invitation. It nearly took my breath away.

Not his home. Jacob answered the door wearing only a pair of men’s boxer style swimsuit. He was forty-eight and built like one of those Greek statues. A little over 6 feet tall, about 190 lb. with a full head of blonde hair.

I couldn’t wait to see what he was hiding inside that swimsuit. Jacob let me. Well, it actually went like this. I sat on his sofa and he stood in front of me and took them off. I sighed.

Like I said, he was like a Greek god and as if it was a crowning achievement of the sculptor, that cock hanging between his legs was what I’d call an “Oh my God cock.”

You should know me now, while Jacob posed, I got on my knees. I couldn’t wait to see what his manhood looked like when it was excited. You know I knew how to make a cock excited.

“When I first saw you Suzette, I had a sense that this might be something a girl like you might enjoy.”

“You weren’t wrong, Jacob,” I said as I pulled his foreskin back and started licking his cockhead.

I couldn’t get enough of that long, fat, almost perfect cock. I sucked it until I felt Jacob was close, then I backed off. “Jacob, I’m going to want more, but I’m getting warm.”

I took off my clothes. I’d heard some girls had a knack for stripping for a man like in those girlie bars. I didn’t have that skill; I just undressed, but I knew Jacob was intrigued.

“Why don’t I show you the rest of my home?”

I was okay with that. I assumed we wouldn’t get past his bedroom. We didn’t and I was on my knees again, sucking, then sucking some more. “For a young girl, you are marvel, Suzette.”

“Thank you, Jacob, but I think it’s this magnificent cock that inspires me.”

We moved from his bedroom to a guest room, then to another and another. I sucked his cock in all eight of those guestrooms. We ended up back in his bedroom where I finished him off. He was delicious.

I slept in his arms. “Jacob,” I said, as I dozed off, “you have the best cock for sucking. I’m going to want more tomorrow.”

He laughed. ‘A man could get used to that.”

Over the next week, I was a glutton for his cock. When it was hard I sucked it. When it wasn’t hard, I used my tongue and lips to coax it to get hard. Except for Marty Tremont from America, it was the best cock to suck.

Don’t get me wrong, Jacob was a great fuck. He liked to fuck me like a dog. “Suzette, you have the most beautiful ass.”

And Jacob found my pussy a delight to eat. “Suzette, I’ve eaten a lot of pussy, but none as sweet as yours.” Except for Marty, Jacob was the best pussy eater who ever put his face in my pussy.

Oh, about the marriage thing. Jacob invited me to his home in Oslo. Of course, I’d never been there. Norway turned out to be a beautiful country, and Oslo, a wonderful city. I had a feeling about the marriage thing when Jacob introduced me to his family. He mentioned marriage in general terms but he never actually proposed, but I was expecting him to. Remember he was forty-eight and I’d just turned twenty.

After Oslo, Jacob and I flew in his private jet to his other home. “Suzette, this is a resort like you’ve never seen.”

He was right. This resort was above the Arctic Circle and the ceiling over his bed was all glass. That sounds cool, right?

It got cooler. That night, I was on my back on a polar bear comforter while Jacob is masterfully eating my pussy. I’m in orgasmic heaven and then suddenly the sky turns colors. At first, I thought I was having an orgasmic hallucination. No, it was the Northern Lights, the greatest light show ever and with my orgasm I was beside myself with joy.

We stayed for a week. I insisted that every night when the light show was expected that Jacob eat me. He was easy to convince.

It was on our last night that things changed. Jacob had a housekeeper, Mrs. Ellinor Bjornstad, a woman close to sixty. She was nearly invisible, which was nice.

“Suzette, Mrs. Bjornstad has heard you and wondered what I was doing to you,” he laughed while his tongue played with a nipple. Naturally, I enjoyed it but best of all I knew where that tongue would be in a few minutes. The sky was just starting to change colors.

“Jacob, you didn’t tell her? That would be so embarrassing.”

“I did. I’m proud that I can still please a young girl, but Suzette, Mrs. Bjornstad and I have a long standing agreement. When I told her how sweet you were, she reminded me that I always promised her a taste. She’ll be in momentarily.”

I was stunned. Sure, I was looking forward to having my pussy eaten. Jacob’s tongue was so good to me, but you should know by now, I had no interest in women.

“Women have told me she’s marvelous. You and I can snuggle watching the Aurora Borealis while Mrs. Bjornstad makes you see stars.”

“Jacob, that’s not me. I want you. I want your tongue; I want your cock.”

Jacob made some promises, and I succumbed to those promises.

He wasn’t wrong. Mrs. Bjornstad’s tongue was extraordinary. As Jacob predicted, I saw stars. Numerous stars, and the moon and those brilliant Northern Lights. She went on and on, and I was in another world; as good and as many orgasms as I’d ever had.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Mrs. Bjornstad was gone and Jacob was asleep.

I gathered my things and even in this remote area was able to find a taxi to take me to the airport.

I knew how small airports worked.

If you recall I had that rental income from the villa Yevgeny Ribencov left me. I banked most of that money. I had plenty of money to charter a private plane to Oslo and then a commercial flight home to Montpelier.

I was in tears the whole way. It wasn’t that I loved Jacob, it was that for the first time I did something or allowed in this case, Mrs. Bjornstad, to do something I didn’t want.

Men, on occasion wanted to fuck my ass. That was a no.

Remember Romeo Masermino. One time we were going to his chalet in the Italian Alps and he wanted to bring a male friend. “Suzette, he’s built like me. Imagine you could have almost sixteen inches of cock inside you at the same time. One in your pussy and one in your mouth. I think you’ll like it.”

No, I was certain I wouldn’t like it. Romeo never asked again. That weekend I did have eight inches of his cock in my mouth and later, eight inches of his cock in my pussy, but not as Romeo had suggested at the same time.

TO BE CONTINUED

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