An excerpt from French Lessons
Next, she started to spread my legs. When I realized how I must look, there on the lounge chair with my legs spread, pulling on my nipples, I was flooded with humiliation. I quickly snapped my legs closed and pulled my hands off my chest. There was no way I was going to let her do this to me. No way in hell, no matter how good it felt.

"Non!" Her hand stopped its ministrations, and my dick throbbed with futilely in her hand. She placed my hands back on my chest. At that moment, I knew I would have no release, until I did what she wanted.

I acquiesced. Not slightly, or halfway, but all the way. Soon, she had me with my fingers tugging my nipples, legs spread painfully wide, moaning and squirming like a ten-dollar whore, all in order to feel her touch - the feel of her lotion slick hands sliding up and down my cock. She brought me to the edge of orgasm and then stopped so abruptly I thought I would scream.

She pointed to herself. "Sophie."

Then to me, "P'tite bite."

Then back to her self. She looked at me questioningly.

"Sophie," I said and I was rewarded by a comforting squeeze.

She pointed back to me. "Trevor," I said. No squeeze.

She pointed at me again. This time I called myself 'P'tite bite', even though I knew I would be P'tite bite from then on. She kept it up, eventually I was referring to her as Mademoiselle Sophie and myself and 'Mademoiselle's petite fille'. I didn't know French, but even without the dictionary, I got the gist of what I was saying. I was either her little horsie or her little girl. Either prospect didn't thrill me.

Happy with the results, she rewarded me by massaging my cock. Not masturbating me, as you would expect. Instead of wrapping her fingers around me and pumping, she rubbed up and down at the seam on the underside of my cock - treating it as if it were a pussy. Yes, that must have been what I called myself. Her little girl and she was treating me as such.

With her free hand, she wormed a finger in my ass. Yes, she was definitely treating me as such. I tried to hold back, but the combination of the finger in my arse and the rubbing on my cock was too much for me.

I came instantly, my ass clenching her probing finger, as I squirted jet after jet of hot cum in my bathing suit.

When she brought her hands from beneath my suit, her fingers glistened with my cum. "Tu es un salot toi," she said, wrinkling her face in disgust. "Nettoye-moi ça."

I got the gist of what she wanted. Using my wet towel, I cleaned her hands.