The war in Europe was drawing to close and the German occupying troops had fled from Paris. The smart brothel in the Bois De Boulogne district was now deserted, apart from the girls.
Dominique had been forced into prostitution on a trumped up charge by the Gestapo and most of the girls in the brothel were there for the same reason. All the girls remained there because they had nowhere else to go and no money at all. They had been expected to submit to sex simply for their board and keep.
Paris was celebrating the arrival of the allied troops when a jeep drew up outside the brothel and a couple of American officers went in. They were greeted by the "madam", Madam Delois. The Americans spoke no French at all and certainly Madam Deloise spoke no English. Dominique spoke a little English and she was called to assist.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle," said one of the Americans. Dominique smiled at him. "Bonjour monsieur", she replied. "I guess that's my sum total of the French language!" said the officer with a rueful grin.
"It is, as you say, no problem," replied Dominique."I speak a little English." She then explained that this was a high class brothel which had been for the exclusive use of SS officers.
"What will happen to you girls now", asked one of the Americans, who was concerned about their welfare.
Dominique said that the girls had discussed this and almost all of them had no option but must stay where they were.
The officers then said that if they could stay on until they could be rehabilitated by the authorities the American officers would be willing to take care of them.
It was Dominique's turn to smile ruefully. She had guessed that those Americans would be quick to seize an opportunity. "We have discussed amongst ourselves what we should do and have already decided that we have no option but to remain as prostitutes."
The Americans winced. "Prostitution is such an ugly word mademoiselle. We like the word "escorts" much better."
Dominique smiled again. She thought to herself, "what's in a word?" We shall still end up flat on out backs!
The Americans then went on to say that they would be treated with the utmost courtesy and paid well for their services. The men have had nothing to spend their money on and they have had a traumatic time fighting across France. They needed a boost to their morale and he had no doubt that the girls could become quite rich in a very short time.
The Americans left to allow time for Dominique to tell the other girls what their options were. Françoise was one of only two of them who had willingly and eagerly volunteered to be a prostitute, immediately said, "oh yes, oh yes. Bring 'em on!"
Later that day the two Americans returned. "We have decided that we have no alternative," said Dominique.
One of the officers took her hand and gallantly kissed it. "Please do not fear us," he said. "The establishment will be run with your safety always paramount. First, begging your pardon ma'm, you will have to submit to be medically examined."
Dominique couldn't help but remember the elderly SS doctor who had been calling monthly and who had never treated the girls with any compassion. "Take your panties off child," she remembers him saying when she first arrived. "And get up on the gynaecological chair." He had declared her "fit for work". "You can work her hard as you like he had told Madam Deloise. She is a bit tight but the men won't complain."
It was a very different scenario now. The very next day a young American army doctor arrived and was shown to the medical room. One by one the girls submitted to him as he examined them on the dreaded gynaecological chair and they teased him unmercifully. He was young and was clearly fighting to control his emotions as the pretty girls shamelessly undressed in front of him. They were blatantly flirting with him and Françoise invited him back "especially to see me!" He could speak a little French and understood what she had said. The poor man had difficulty maintaining his professional etiquette! It had been some time since the girls had seen a man and they were doing their best to seduce this dishy young doctor.
Dominique was one of the last to go before him. "My god, you are a beautiful girl," the doctor could not refrain from saying.
"Thank you monsieur doctor," and Dominique went on to describe what had happened that had left her in the position she was. I believe my parents are in the United States somewhere and I have lost contact with them.
"You poor girl", said the doctor. "I will be gentle with you. Please take your underwear off."
Dominique lifted her dress in front of him and slipped her panties off. He did his best to avert his glance.
"Please get on the chair," he said. "It is easier like that."
He lightly ran his hand up her thigh so that she did not suddenly feel him touching her pussy. "I hope my hands are not cold dear?"
His hands were warm hands as they necessarily explored her pussy lips and her vagina. He was inclined to brush his hand against her clit. Dominique had developed an intense craving for sex and he was arousing her with his gentleness. She could feel herself getting very wet.
The doctor pretended not to notice and eventually gave her his hand as he helped her down from the gynaecological chair. "Put your panties on my dear," he said, "and I must apologise but you understand that we need to maintain the health of our men."
Dominique told him that the German authorities had also been meticulous about sexual health and it had been their practise to visit the girls for examination every month. "But they had always made it an unpleasant ordeal," she told him, as if implying that with him it had been enjoyable.
Dominique felt she saw the doctor colour up a little.
"I have no doubt that I will be seeing you each month as well," he replied. Then he went on to ask Dominique to be sure and tell the girls that they must always wear a condom.
She replied that this was one rule that was always strictly obeyed.
Evening came and suddenly the reception lounge was full of American officers. Good news travels fast!
The girls had decided to adopt the same rules as before and they were all dressed in evening dresses. Instead of taking the girls immediately to their rooms some of the men took the girls out of the brothel for the first time since they arrived to start a life of prostitution. The bars and cafes were open and they were all out for a good time. This was a very different atmosphere than before.
Dominique was late down and a young American lieutenant came up to her. He was clearly embarrassed and stuttered, "my, you look stunning mademoiselle," he said in English.
She looked at him and smiled. She recognised his immaturity and shyness. "What would you like to do sir?" she asked in her broken English.
"Well for a start off please don't call me sir," he said. "My name's Christopher. Chris to you."
There was an awkward silence.
"Some of the girl's have gone out to a bar," said Dominique. "Would you like to take me out?"
Chris still looked a bit embarrassed and said nothing.
Dominique understood. She whispered in his ear, "You would like to take me to my room?" she said.
"Aw can we ma'm?"
"Please don't call me ma'm. My name is Dominique."
The door closed behind them and Chris looked at the bed and then at Dominique.
"Don't be shy Chris." Said Dominique. "Would you like to undress me cheri?"
Neither of them spoke as Chris was like all men and fumbled with fasteners and buttons.
Patiently Dominique stood there until eventually Chris was able to pull the glamorous gown from her shoulders.
Dominique stepped out of it put her hands on her hips to face her shy young man. "Well Chris. Am I beautiful?" As she stood there in an exquisite silk slip which just failed to reach her stocking tops.
She could see him blushing and he could not trust himself to reply as took her in his arms. She could feel how aroused the poor boy was as he pressed into her as they embraced.
"Can I kiss you ma'm, I mean Dominique?"
House rules forbade kissing but Dominique was anxious to let young Chris down gently. Their lips met in a long, wet sensual kiss. They hugged each other and Chris seemed to be reluctant to let her go.
"Well, do you want to undress me more or have you seen enough?" she whispered teasingly in his ear.
He did not reply but she could see that he was very inexperienced. Well if you won't undress me let me undress you said Dominique and with that unbuttoned his tunic and loosened his tie. He stood there as she slipped his braces off his shoulders and allowed his trousers to fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them and Dominique glanced down at his underpants.
He could see that she could see how aroused he was and threw caution to the winds as he took her hand and put it firmly on his rock hard dick.
"Hello big boy," she said as she squeezed it and began to play with him.
He seized the hem of her slip and she raised her arms to allow him to pull it over her head.
He stepped back and gasped. Dominique had no bra on and her firm breasts stood out proudly. A small wet stain had appeared on her panties and Chris was mesmerised by the sight before him.
"Please lay on the bed Dominique," said Chris, who was trying his best to be masterful.
But Dominique didn't obey him immediately. She faced him and yanked his pants down. "Boy, what a roll", she said. It was true. He had a massif hard-on.
"Please lie down honey," he said and Dominique kissed his cheek and did as she was asked. "You must wear a condom big boy," she said and leaned over to the bedside cabinet. Deftly she tore the packet open with her teeth and he flinched as she rolled it on.
He kneeled between her legs and she lifted up as her panties were whisked off. Dominique was now naked except for her silk stockings and poor Chris was excitedly trying to slide that great big dick of his into her hot wet pussy.
"Here let me," said Dominique and she gasped as he drove into her. "Oh be careful. You're very big," she said but Chris wasn't listening.
Soon he was furiously fucking her until suddenly he moaned and collapsed on top of her.
"That was quick," she told him.
"I'm sorry honey," I didn't mean to let you down.
"That's OK cheri," she said. "It's your first time isn't it. You were a virgin?"
Chris coloured up. "How did you know?" he asked needlessly.
She kissed him. "Don't worry," she said. "With a dick like that you will soon learn to give the girls a good time. Just come and see me a few more times and I will have you trained!"
They had all been issued with some French francs and Chris kissed her and gave her 50 Francs.
"That is very generous of you," she told him.
"What else can we spend it on?" he said. "Anyway I do so much want to see you again."
They left Dominique's bedroom together and were walking along the corridor when one of the younger girls gave a shriek and ran past them to slam her bedroom door. She was being chased by a couple of young American lieutenants. They had seen where she went and followed her in.
Dominique went downstairs and was surprised by the sheer number of American officers who were now present. They had opened a makeshift bar in the corner of the reception lounge and were having a great time. There was a carnival atmosphere and certainly all the girls were delighted to see their liberators.
Dominique was spotted almost immediately by another handsome young lieutenant who just wanted to get this pretty French girl into bed.
She took him by the hand and he was led upstairs but Dominique was a little concerned for the young girl who had been chased into her bedroom by two young Americans. The door had not been properly closed and she pushed it quietly open. She need not have been worried. All three of them were naked and the girl was on the bed with her legs wide apart and being fucked by one of them whilst she was jerking off the other guy in preparation for his turn. She was clearly quite safe in their care and was absolutely loving what they were doing to her.
The officer that she had escorted upstairs looked in as well. He looked at Dominique and they both smiled and walked to Dominique's room. She closed her bedroom door and had her back to it as she faced him. "Well," she said.
"Ma'm, I've got fifty francs is that enough?"
She smiled at him and said nothing. Instead she slowly and provocatively began to undress in front of him.
He needed no second bidding and his tunic jacket was soon on the back of a chair. His smart dark brown uniform trousers were off and he stood there while Dominique tantalised him.
She was in her underwear and lifted her slip to show him the sexy silk panties that she was wearing. Then she approached him. "Let's get undressed shall we?" she said as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. "You Americans are so well built," she told him in her broken English as she put her hands on his muscular shoulders and felt his biceps. Dominique was as aroused as he clearly was.
Dominique then let him pull her slip off and she shamelessly tweaked the nipples of her bare breasts as she stood in front of him wearing her panties and stockings.
The young officer had not seen a woman since he left England in the invasion fleet and now this gorgeous young girl was inviting him to do as he liked with her.
Dominique stood in front of him and yanked his underpants down. Why did these American boys have such big dicks? Not that she was complaining as she took it in her hand and played with it. She led him by his dick over to the washbasin and was soon teasing him with her hand as she washed him.
This American knew what it was all about and he made her sit on the bed as he thrust his throbbing manhood in her face.
Dominique held it and jerked him off a couple of times before teasingly putting her lips around his knob. Soon she began to suck him off in earnest and the poor boy was soon begging for mercy. All the time Dominique had one hand in her panties and was playing with herself.
She stood up and he pulled her panties down around her ankles and she stepped out of them as he threw them on a chair. Before she knew where she was he had her on the bed and was trying to put his dick into her hot pussy.
She guided him in and the two of them were just in ecstasy as this experienced American officer skilfully fucked the pretty young French girl.
Poor Dominique! It seemed like it had been ages since she had been so comprehensively fucked. She was trapped beneath his huge frame as she began to build to her orgasm. He could feel her as she writhed beneath him and climaxed. Dominique showered him with little kisses on his face. "Oh sir," she said. "You are so good at it."
He replied by making her kneel whilst he thrust into her from behind. It seemed this hunky American officer had plenty of stamina as they both rocked back and forth in their enthusiasm. Soon Dominique was climaxing again.
Then it was her turn to be the boss. She made him lie on his back and impaled herself on that iron dick of his. She fucked him with her hip movements as she slid up and down his shaft.
Dominique had been upright and playing with her nipples as she fucked him but suddenly he pulled her down and crushed her breasts to his chest as he began to drive up and into her with the speed of a machine gun. Then her threw her off him and she seized his throbbing manhood and mercilessly jerked him off to his own climax.
Dominique always loved the feeling of holding her client's knob in her hand and being totally in control as her man squirted into his condom.
It seemed thousands of allied troops were in Paris and the brothel was completely unable to cope with their needs. Madam Deloise was the house "madam" and although she was much older she found herself spoilt for choice as first one young American then another took her upstairs. Many of them enjoyed "mature" sex and certainly madam Deloise could teach them a trick or two!
Dominique willingly took one officer at a time to her bed but declined to take part in group orgies. She had been a well-bred girl and drew the line at being completely shameless in this way.
As for many of the other girls they seemed to prefer to "entertain" anything up to half a dozen young men at a time.
When the Germans had been in charge the rules were strictly obeyed but now it seemed that anything was OK.
The next day was just the same and not surprisingly the brothel was a magnet for every handsome young officer in Paris.
Pretty little Françoise was having the time of her life. She was always at the bar and seemed somehow to provoke the boys into roughing her up. Once again her shriek rang through the house as she fled upstairs followed by four muscular looking men. She was soon caught and was frog marched to her room and a fate worse than death!
Madam Deloise came up to Dominique. "She really is the ultimate tart," she said. "Here, come with me," and Madam Deloise took Dominique by the hand. The entered a bedroom adjoining Françoise' bedroom and Dominique was shown a mirror on the wall. She could see all that was going on in the next bedroom. Madam Deloise explained that it was a special mirror that matched one in the adjoining bedroom. "We can see them but they can't see us," said madam Deloise.
Dominique gasped. "But I had this bedroom when I first arrived," she said.
Madam Deloise smiled and squeezed her hand. "I used to keep an eye on you young lady!" she said.
They looked at the scene. Françoise stood no chance as the young officers held her down. One of them was kissing her and another lifted her dress and pulled her panties off before going down on her.
Her hands were pinned above her head and she was pretending to struggle free. But her pussy was under attack and Françoise was soon panting with excitement. They let her get up and just fell on her as they stripped her naked. Soon she was being fucked and jerking off the others as she eagerly prepared them for their turn.
One morning Dominique received a note. It was from the young doctor whose job it was to examine them. He had written an address in the Monmartre district and asked if she would meet him there.
Dominique guessed that he could hardly visit one of the girls in the brothel when it was him who was responsible for examining them. She duly knocked at the door of an apartment at an appointed time and he quickly answered and let her in.
She was smartly dressed in an expensive jacket and skirt and an exquisite mohair jumper which hugged her breasts. Underneath she wore dark purple panties and no bra. All the clothes the girls wore had been looted from high-class Parisian shops by the Germans.
She looked at him admiringly in his smart American uniform. To her surprise he said that he said that he had made enquiries on her behalf about the whereabouts of her parents, who she thought had been stranded in the US at the outbreak of the war.
Dominique had given the doctor her name when he had examined her. "Oh that was very sweet of you," she replied. "Have you found anything out?"
"I'm afraid not," he said, "But I haven't given up trying."
Dominique wondered why he should have asked her to this address just to say that. She guessed he was sweet on her.
"You know my name," she told him, "but I don't know your name?"
"Just call me Richard," he said. They talked for a while about the war and Dominique's experience at the hands of the Gestapo.
They were facing each other in separate chairs. Richard took her hands in his. "You poor girl", he said, but it was obvious to Dominique that he wanted more than a chat.
"I apologise for those naughty girls when you examined them. We could see how cruelly we were treating you!"
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