12 rue de Rivoli : by (c) H Joyce Mf I had hung up my uniform, showered and changed into a silk dressing-gown and slippers in the dressing room the establishment always provided. I stubbed out my cigar, drained the last of my brandy-glass, and pushed open the heavy, red- morocco-padded door. The room was dimly lit from four ornate lamp-standards. Each was a life-size bronze of a naked couple embracing. My first impression was of red velvet, gold ormolu, and heavy tapestries. There were large mirrors in gilt frames on every wall, and the scarlet carpet was thick and luxurious. The room was warmer even than the dressing room had been and the air was subtly perfumed. At the far end of the room was the bed, a four-poster, with massive black wooden columns, writhing figures carved deeply in various sexual embraces, the light reflecting dully off the shining naked buttocks, bosoms and cocks. I expected the old wood had been polished by the many ropes that had been secured to the posts. All the rooms had four-posters, so useful for clients interested in bondage and similar pursuits. However, that is not one of my vices. No, the focus of my vice was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with wide-staring blue eyes. Madame has never let me down, and this was everything she promised me when I handed over the wad of bank notes, my fee for the evening's pleasures. The girl had been offered to me naked, but I prefer the preliminaries of disrobing. I know some men, of a more violent disposition than myself, like their virgins naked, so they may simply leap on them and do their business amid struggles, screams and blood. I've had enough of that in my army career. Colonial campaigns offer so many opportunities for rape! Nowadays I always prefer a more indirect approach and at least the appearance of compliance from the girl. So she was sitting there in her school uniform, as I had requested: a white blouse, rather tight across her bosom so the buttons were slightly splayed showing she had no brassiere. She had a pastel blue ribbon tie, a grey flannel skirt, short enough to show her knees and an inch or so of slender thigh, white cotton socks and the cutest little white court shoes. She sat there, tiny, pale and lost against the expanse of red satin covering the bed. As she perched on the very edge of the bed her legs were too short to reach the ground, and somehow this added to her vulnerability. Her hair was done with two Alice ribbons, matching her eyes and the ribbon round her slender white neck. Blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders. Her blue eyes were wide-open in fear of me, and I could see she had been weeping, though there was just the occasional sob now, her tiny breasts moving under her blouse with each sigh. I sat down on the bed beside her, and she slipped towards me on the satin bedspread as my weight sank into the mattress. She flinched as I put my arm round her shoulder. I squeezed it. Good, she was tiny, but not skinny: I could feel firm flesh under my palm. 'It's Suzette, isn't it?' The only reply was a sob. 'I'm General Dufour, my little one.' Another sob. 'Now, you mustn't cry, and spoil your pretty face, my dear. Now, if you could have what you most wanted in the world, what is that?' 'I want my Mummy.' 'But your Mummy brought you here and left you, didn't she?' I caressed her flowing hair, letting my hand rest eventually on the softness of her neck, with its wispy fine hairs. How I hoped her cunt hair would be as fine and as blonde! 'And what did your Mummy say to you?' 'She said I'd be here for a few weeks, and I'd meet some gentlemen, real toffs, and I was to be nice to them, and do everything they want...' 'So you see, you'll have to choose something else.' 'I want to go home...' 'Now, now. No more tears. Suppose it's your birthday. Now what, most in the world, would you like to see by your bed, what present, when you wake up?' 'There's a dolly. In the window at Samaritaine. A lovely dolly, nearly as big as me.' 'But you're not really very big, are you.' My arm was round her, holding her naked upper arm very gently. My fist would nearly close around it. I pulled her against me, so her weight, such as it was, lay against the side of my chest, the side of one breast pressed against me. I nuzzled her hair, which was scented with lavender. 'What's her name, the dolly?' 'Angelique, monsieur.' 'Well, Suzette, you shall have Angelique to play with. I promise. Now why were you crying?' She had stopped sobbing now, and her face was clearing. I cuddled her closer. 'I was so afraid. There's all those, whips and things.' Of course, between two mirrors an impressive array of manacles, whips, straps, ropes and devices of rubber and leather whose use I could only guess at, hung on the wall for the convenience of the brothel's clientele. Every suite of rooms had them. The heavy doors and thick curtains were at least partly for sound proofing. They're nothing to do with us, my little sweetie. Don't bother your pretty little head. I'm just a silly old man who likes to play with pretty little girls, like you, Suzette. You like to play with dollies, and I like to play with pretty little girls.' My hand strayed to her breast, and I could feel the mound beneath her blouse. I smoothed and caressed it. 'Have you ever played with a boy before, Suzette?' 'Oh no. Mummy never let me out with a boy.' I thought to myself, the venial bitch knew her daughter's virginity would be worth a great deal of money, a lovely little innocent such as her! Still, the boys' loss my gain! 'How old are you, Suzette?' 'Thirteen, monsieur. Just.' 'Thirteen! And never played with a boy. That won't do, Suzette. It's all very well to play with dollies, but you'll be grown up soon, and you will have to learn grown-up games. You have lost time to make up. Is that nice?' I was stroking and kneading her tiny breast. She was silent, but not flinching from my touch any more. I was tempted to take her hand and place it on my cock, hard beneath my silk robe. But no point in hurrying things. A pleasure delayed is often a pleasure increased. 'Now we must get you ready for bed.' 'I haven't got any night things, monsieur. Mummy left my nighty at home. She said I wouldn't need it, and if the gentlemen wanted me to wear any night clothes, then Madame would give me them.' 'Then we'll just have to make do, Suzette. The room is very warm, and we won't get cold, will we? And we don't really need any night things, do we?' I like to take my time undressing my nymphets, but shoes and socks don't really do much to me. They look pretty enough, ok, but I find it best to just get them off quickly. My friend the Bishop, on the other hand, is a fetishist, and would linger hours over what took me seconds. I leaned forward, grasped an ankle, slipped the shoe off without unbuckling it, and then tugged the short white sock off. Then the other foot. I must admit, however, to lingering with my hand on her slender calf and slipping it up to the hem of her skirt her skirt to fondle her smooth knee and the soft, silky skin on its underside.. 'Now let's have a nice cuddle, shall we?' I lay in the middle of the bed, and with my arms round her waist as she still sat with her back to me, and pulled her backwards onto the bed beside me. I pulled her up against me, so my cock rested against her butt, as I nuzzled the back of her neck with my nose and lips. Yes, her hair smelt of lavender. She must have used a scented shampoo. I kissed the fine blonde hairs on the back of her slender, white neck, and licked her, tracing circles on her white skin with the tip of my tongue. I slipped my tongue into her ear, and was amused to feel her wriggle against me. My hands were still on her belly, pulling her into me. I pulled one arm from under her, and turned her over to face me. My gown had slipped open, exposing my cock. Now the first of the moments that had kept me awake all week in anticipation, trying all the tricks to avoid coming. Cold shower, glass of cold water, half an hour with the latest military assessments, anything to make sure my balls stayed full of cum, my cock full of vigour for this encounter. I had succeeded, and my weapon would have done any lancer in the French army proud as it twitched, red, hot and hard. I pulled her towards me so her face was on my naked chest, her breasts pressing into my cock. Then I slid her upwards till our heads were level. Her skirt had ridden up, and my prick slid along cloth before resting on the naked flesh of her legs. I kissed her. There was no response. That would be asking too much! I kissed her again, my hand caressing her bottom. This time I penetrated her mouth with my tongue. Glory be! She did not flinch away. I explored her mouth and teeth with my tongue, watching the scene in the huge mirror that replaced the bed's cloth canopy in this room, as in most of the establishment's suites. I rationed myself to caressing her butt through the heavy cotton of her panties. I could feel the tension leaving her body. I wondered how often she had been caressed by anyone at all. My guess is her mother did not! 'Is it nice to kiss like that, my dear?' She was silent, but there was no doubt her body was pressing against mine with more than just my effort. 'Then you must kiss me the same. That's the way grown-ups kiss, Suzette.' Paradise! Her tiny tongue slipped tentatively between my lips and fluttered in my mouth like a fledgling bird. 'Have you got a granddad, my sweet?' 'No monsieur. I've only got my mother.' 'And I haven't got any granddaughter, my little darling. So for tonight I can be your granddad, and you can be my granddaughter. Would you like that?' 'And I can have my dolly tomorrow.' 'Of course my sweet. Now, we're supposed to be getting ready for bed.' I pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and with eager, fumbling fingers popped the four buttons. Open to my sight, her breasts were as lovely as they had promised. On the cusp between childhood and womanhood, she had the suggestion of some puppy-fat in the round mounds of her tits. I stroked them with both hands. 'What pretty pigeons for me to stroke. And see, how they like it.' Indeed, her tiny rosy nipples were hardening. 'They are so pretty I must kiss them.' I took one of her breasts in each hand and gently, so gently, massaged them while I nibbled first one nipple and then the other. 'See what fun grown- ups have, my little Suzette.' She had visibly relaxed with my caressing and soft talk. My dressing gown had fallen open, and she could not have failed to see my cock, hugely erect. But she made no comment, and almost politely ignored it! 'Let's have that off now.' I pulled the shirt over her shoulders and she lifted herself to let me remove it. At the same time I took off my gown. Both garments I threw carelessly to the carpet. How gross and stupid those men are who 'break virgins in' using the techniques of a horse- coper! What they miss of the tenderness and delight in the girl's body in their violent and rapacious lust! How much better to waken the latent sexuality in every young girl, bringing her gradually from fear to pleasure. How much better the long, quiet seduction, even in a brothel where the girl has been sold by her mother to Madame Dusaurier, than the banker Gaubert's frantic rapes. And what a crime to mark this tender, white flesh with the vicious streaks of the martinet, breaking the pure skin of virginal buttocks and breasts! I have no use for a nymphet with her skin marred by the marks of violence. Luckily there are enough pretty little girls in the Paris slums for the tastes of all the clientele! We lay side-by-side, her face against my chest with its mat of grey hairs. I was still fondling her breasts, when her tiny tongue licked one of my nipples! 'You have a very big moustache, monsieur!' Now, my moustache is one of my few sources of vanity. I pride myself there is no finer in the whole of the army. When I'm in my dress uniform, scrubbed and polished, that moustache is enough to put junior officers into a blind funk! 'All the better to kiss you with, my dear.' And we fell to kissing again, she using the little fluttering penetrations she had just learned. I could not resist looking at her breasts and her legs, naked to the crotch as her skirt had ridden up, so clear in the overhead mirror. The thin white cotton was tight against her lips, and I could just see the outline of them through it. Yes! This one was worth Madame's fee! I found the clasp of her skirt conveniently beneath my right hand, and slipped the hook open. There were two buttons, both easily managed with one hand. I was delighted when, as I eased the grey flannel cloth down over her thighs, she lifted her buttocks very slightly. The skirt joined her blouse in the heap on the carpet. I watched us in the mirror as I caressed her naked thighs, and her bottom, so scantily shielded by thin, poor cotton. Our eyes met in the mirror, and she blushed. I had caught her looking at my manhood! 'My little sweet, my darling, my lovely little princess, granddaddy's little granddaughter.' I found myself murmuring endearments as I nibble her breasts and slipped my hand between her thighs. Her panties were damp! My hand down the front of her knickers now sliding over her belly, and I felt the very lightest of fluff on her mound. Blonde or ginger, I wondered? I did hope it was blonde! Her breast pressed firmer against me as I rubbed her cunt lips, my finger still outside her lips, and then I slipped it between the outer lips. She was aroused, and my finger slid through her juices, stopping over her hard little nub. She did not flinch, and I felt her lips on my nipple again. 'Now these,' I whispered in her ear, and she certainly raised her buttocks as I eased the cotton panties from under her. They joined the rest of our clothes on the floor. The next of my anticipated moments. The lightest of fluff on her mound, and the tiny wispy hairs on her light-pink lips were the most lovely ash-blonde. I was in paradise once more! I stroked her there with the palm of my hand, and as she opened her legs oh-so-slightly grasped her cunt very gently. We were kissing again, her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her throat, the valley between her breasts, her belly, and then the hairs of her mound. Her thighs were apart, and the skin on the inside of them was as smooth as silk under my hands. As I kissed her there on the inside of her thighs, where the skin is softest and whitest, she flinched, but not in fear. 'That tickles, monsieur. Your moustache.' She was giggling. 'Your moustache, it tickles. No!' 'And does this tickle, my angel?' I parted her near-hairless lips with the fingers of both hands. The scarlet flesh within was almost shocking compared with the innocence of the outer lips. I planted a kiss on her tiny clitoris, and then sucked at it. I was still holding her open with both hands, as I licked round and round the pearly nub, sometimes licking downwards to penetrate her cunt with the tip of my tongue. She was silent, but I could hear her breath becoming shorter, and could feel her arousal in the hardening of her clit, the flowing of her juices and the swelling of her lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her in the mirror, face flushed and eyes closed. The moment was near, and I abandoned her cunt with my hands, reaching for her tits. My tongue still working at her clit, I squeezed her nipples. She came, her hips rising to meet my tongue. I slipped my tongue into her to feel the last of her spasms. 'Well, Suzette, did it tickle?' 'Oh no, monsieur. It was better than...' She stopped, suddenly shy. 'Better than when you do it yourself in the middle of the night when everyone's asleep, eh?' I laughed. 'But there's a better way still. Though like a lot of things you have to learn how to enjoy it. This is the way grown-ups do it, my little angel. Once you've learned to like it you will want it all the time, like grown- ups do.' There would not be a better time! The sweetie was completely relaxed, and although virginal, her cunt was nicely lubricated. I supported myself on one elbow as I lay over her. With my free hand, I wiped my cock several times the length of her slit. It slipped freely. I located her vagina. There was a momentary look of trepidation on her face as I pushed my knob in an inch or so, just so my knob was inside. She was tight! I leaned down and kissed her lips as I pushed down and in, until our pubic hairs touched. I looked at her face. There was a grimace...not of pleasure!..but no tears. I started to fuck, as gently as I could. She closed her eyes, but her face registered no pleasure. I fucked her harder as my excitement rose. This was the moment, the second moment of my dreams. I was going to be too quick! I tried to stop. I felt my orgasm building, and there was no way I could delay the pleasure. With a final series of thrusts I pumped my hot spunk into her. After, I pulled out. I was still hard. I wiped my cock on my robe, and then dabbed the outer lips of her cunt. The stain on my white silk was a pinky color. Banker Gaubert would envy me her virginity, I thought. I was still aroused by the slender and innocent girl, and as I lay beside her I caressed her breasts, erect nipples between fingers and thumbs, and whispered soft endearments in her tiny pink ear. The second time I had her, I was tempted to kneel her down and fuck her from behind, in the cunt, you understand. I love to grasp slender hips, the feel of young tits from underneath and the slap of my thighs against slim buttocks. But on consideration I realised that might be rather severe on her recently virginal vagina. Sometimes and with some girls that would not bother me, but a plan was already taking form in my head, and I really wanted her to learn to enjoy fucking. So I had her 'missionary fashion' a second time. This time I was careful to ride up higher on her little body, ensuring my cock raked its full length over her clitoris with each downward lunge. I worked on her slowly and forcefully, removing all but the very last quarter of an inch with each rise, and then plunging heavily the full length. I supported myself on one elbow, and used my free hand to squeeze and caress first one breast and then the other. My consideration was rewarded as I could feel her passion awakening. Her face flushed, and one fist grasped my wrist: the other had a handful of my chest-hair. Her hips rose an inch or so to meet my every downward stroke. It was too much for me! I could not hold out in the hope she might come, but suddenly lost control, and pumped my spunk into her again. I lay on top of her until her cunt rejected my now-limp weapon. She smiled and kissed me. In seconds she was asleep, and I gently rolled off her to sleep beside her. I woke early, as usual. She was lying on the bed, delightful in a foetal position that did everything for her shapely little hips and bottom. Her blonde hair was spread in a flash of gold on the red satin bed. Her tits were hidden in the cradle of her arms. She was snoring! My silk dressing gown was near-ruined with blood and cum, so I had to dress in my uniform to go back to the brothel's communal rooms. I shaved quickly. Madame Dusaurier was already about her business, her hair and make-up as immaculate as ever, her breasts resplendent beneath an eau-de-nil silk negligee. 'You are as beautiful as ever, Madame.' 'And you as handsome, mon general, in your uniform. What a couple we would make.' 'Alas, Madame...' 'I am joking, mon general. I know your predilection for the juvenile.' 'I have been constant in that all my life, Madame. At twelve my first lovers were village girls and boys of my age, and I have been faithful to that ideal all my life.' 'While I am a fickle woman. At thirteen my lovers were men of your age, mon general, and women-friends of my mother. But as the years pass I find myself choosing younger and younger men and women. But was Suzette satisfactory?' 'More than satisfactory, Madame. Delightful.' 'Sadly, Banker Gaubert has paid for her tonight. After a long night of beating and sodomising, perhaps worse, she will not be delightful again for a fortnight. Triste, la vie.' 'It is that I wished to discuss, Madame. I wish to spare her those ordeals of the ropes and whips, though not necessary those of the sodomy you understand. I wish to buy her and take her to my chateau.' 'Is that wise? People will talk, You are a public figure...the scandal.' 'Pish! My servants are loyal. I'm a good and popular landlord. And all the peasant farmers fuck their daughters from the moment of puberty to the evening of their marriage. No-one in the countryside will be in the slightest surprised if I take a young girl to my bed.' 'Well, then, the price will be what I paid and the same again.' 'That is very generous, Madame.' 'Not at all, mon general. She will be easily replaced, and we may even be able to find Gaubert another virgin for tonight. There are so many of these waifs! And so many of them are worn out so quickly, I fear. Buggered and beaten by the Gauberts, and bored to death by the Bishops! My accountant, Sebastian, will tell you exactly how much, and take your cheque.' 'You are too kind, Madame. Is my man, Emil, here yet? I have an errand for him.' 'He is still asleep in my bed after a night of great feats! As I said I choose younger and younger men. I could send one of my girls if you wish.' Suzette was sleeping still when I returned. She had turned over and was sprawled out on the scarlet bed, her legs wide apart. I drew the curtains and the bright sunlight of a Paris spring streamed in. The sunlight touched her pubic fleece, and the tiny hairs shone like spun gold. I tiptoed to her and stood over her. She lay with her face completely calm, one arm stretched behind her head, the other hand resting on her thigh. Her armpit was as smooth as if it had been shaved, but looking very closely I could see the faintest fluff of hair just starting to grow. Her breasts stood pert, and I went to wake her with a kiss on her rosy red nipple. She smiled, but did not wake. I kissed the other nipple, her left breast. Again the smile and an almost inaudible murmur escaped her lips. I knelt by the bed and kissed her golden fleece, nuzzling my lips against her sweet little mound. She woke and stretched her legs. There was sleep in her voice. 'That's nice. Will you kiss my button again, monsieur?' I lay beside her and felt again how tiny she was lying against my bulk. I kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, my breath blowing the wisps of golden hair. 'Later, my angel. We must bath and get ready. Come with me.' She yawned as, holding my hand, we crossed to the door. I opened it. 'Dit donc! I have never seen a bath such as that!' It was a double bath, the size of a double bed. Every suite in the brothel had one, and many's the happy hour I've spent in them with my little angels! 'The toilet is through there. I'll run a bath.' Her bottom moved as she walked to the door. I loved the way there was a gap between her slender thighs as she walked, and her slim bottom moved as if she were on high heels. The water gushed from the mouth of a great golden fish, a sort of Chinese carp. By the time she came back, the bath was full, and I had added some scented oil. My cock was already hard as she tripped happily towards me. She stood knee-deep in the bath as I soaped her, an excuse to slide my hands over her breasts, belly and bottom. She wriggled and giggled as I soaped her cunt and slid my index finger into her. There was a lovely little squeak as that same finger penetrated her anus. Then it was my turn, and like me, she seemed keen to concentrate on sexual areas. And her finger, too, slipped up my arse. We lay side-by-side, soaking in the warm, scented water. 'I'll teach you another game, Suzette. Climb astride me.' 'It's too big, monsieur.' 'It's no bigger than it was last night, and it wasn't too big then. There, you see. It's gone in easily. No you move up and down on it like I did to you then.' With each down stroke, her clit raked the length of my cock, and with each lift of her hips I could see her pink lips stretch out round my cock as if unwilling to release it. I was holding her hips to help raise her up, and then she would crash down onto me. The waves were spilling over the floor, unheeded. I could see her face flushing red as her excitement rose, and reached up with both hands to squeeze her breasts. This tipped her over into orgasm, and she collapsed on my chest. I could feel the spasms gripping my cock, but avoided coming myself. I knew after last night I would only have one more in me this morning. Not the man I was at eighteen! I dried her with a thick towel, but made sure I kept her clit well-awake. In the bedroom again, and Angelique was sitting on the bed, propped against one of the black wooden pillars. Suzette saw the doll and rushed to it, hugging it. I was amused to see her turn the doll upside down to inspect its lingerie. 'Oh! Thank you, monsieur. She's lovely.' She dropped the doll and hugged me, her arms round my neck, feet off the floor, and tits pressed firm against my chest. While we were still kissing I lifted her and laid her on the bed. 'Will you put it in me again, monsieur?' I was pleased. She wanted fucking more than she wanted sucking. My seduction of the nymphet was succeeding. 'Cuddle me first.' I whispered in her ear. 'Would you like to be my real granddaughter, Suzette? You could live in my lovely country house, with gardens, and a river where the village boys and girls come to swim. You could go to the village school. You'd have your own room, and we could cuddle every night.' 'I'd like that, monsieur.' 'Then call me grandfather, Suzette. And this afternoon I'll take you there. But first Mademoiselle Fontaine, my housekeeper will take you shopping to get some pretty dresses.' 'Will we go by train, grandfather?' 'In my car. With the roof open, and a handsome chauffeur in grey cap and uniform.' She clapped her hands. 'I've never been in a car before.' 'That makes three or four things you've never done before today, Suzette.' She giggled. 'And here's another one.' I smeared some honey from the breakfast tray over my cock and balls. 'Lick it off! A sucette for Suzette. Angelique can watch.' I lay on my back like a Pasha in his harem, propped against a thick pillow. It did not take her long to lick the honey from me, and the pleasure of her tongue tickling my balls was beyond description. She knew I wanted her to continue without my saying anything, and her tongue roamed all over my cock. I looked at her body and the reflection in the mirror. Suddenly I felt melancholy. Those lovely little breasts would fill out, and the crease of gravity would appear beneath them. Her rosy little nipples would darken and get larger. Her hard bottom would swell and become rounder. Her slim hips would become those of a woman. The pretty gap between her slender thighs would disappear. Her silky skin would get coarser. Her innocent eyes would become more knowing. For three years, four if I was lucky, my nymphet would remain desirable. Then, one morning, I would look at her and see a grown woman, of no interest to me. She would have to go...to one of my army colleagues as a mistress, or to a tenant- farmer as a wife, or perhaps back to rue de Rivoli as a whore. Triste la vie, as Madame would say. Suzette must have felt the change in my mood. 'I'm not doing it right, am I monsieur. I'm so sorry.' 'You're doing it beautifully, my angel. There, down the front is the most sensitive, Yes, like that.' 'Like the front of my button!' She giggled as she licked it. 'And in your mouth. Swallow it and suck hard.' As she sucked I raised and lowered my hips to enjoy her lips round my shaft. My mind moved to more positive thoughts. I would have this delightful little girl for several years. I would teach her to enjoy anal play, and have threesomes with the prettiest of the village boys and girls. Yes, fortune had been kind to me. An image came to me of Suzette riding my cock, while little Yvette, the daughter of the village shopkeeper, rode my face. I felt my orgasm rising, like a coiled snake. 'When I come, my sweetie, I'll spurt into your mouth. It's like cream. If you don't like it spit it out, but it is much nicer for me if you swallow it all.' I was just in time. As I finished warning her I came. I could see her innocent eyes looking up at me as I came. The first spurt took her by surprise, and I could see the question in her eyes. But then the look of pleasure, and the sucking, and every drop swallowed. 'Will you put it in me now, monsieur...I mean Grandfather?' 'Tonight, in your new home. Now we have to dress to go shopping. Better leave these off. They're very damp.' I threw her knickers into a waste-basket. FIN