Michelle and I stood near her car. It was a modest Renault, but a luxury edition, so she assured me.

"One day I want you to fuck me here, " she said as she unlocked the doors. "In the garage and on the, ehm, front of the car."

"Are you sure that's safe?" I asked, getting into the passenger seat. She knew the car, the traffic, and where we had to go, so this made sense. "Also the 'front' of the car is the hood."

"Ah. Thank you. There are no cameras, " she assured me. "Unless we bring them." She looked at me in a most challenging way, and then fired up the car.

On the way she told me she'd visited this particular laboratory once before, with her dad. "Have you been in a cleanroom before?" she asked.

"No, never." I recalled that the products were created in such an environment. "Are we going in there?"

"Of course. You have to see everything. They will tell you everything."

During the drive we tried to talk business, but my hand occasionally traveled between her legs and up her skirt, making her sigh a lot. By the time we arrived, I had licked my fingers several times, and she hoped that her juices wouldn't run down her legs.

*

We were received by the site manager, Maurice, probably because Michelle was there. First we got coffee and a talk about the place, some information about the new fragrances that they were working on, and then there was time for questions.

I did have some, and judging from the manager's reactions, my questions were to the point. He did have good answers though. After that round he asked if we were interested in visiting the laboratories.

Michelle didn't mention having seen them before, she simply said yes, and I nodded. It would be a first for me, so I was curious about it all.

"Bon, " Maurice said. "I will ask my assistant to guide you. Her name is Yvette." He explained the procedure changing into cleanroom clothing and the various precautions they had in place to keep everything as sterile and clean as possible. It sounded all very futuristic to me.

A few minutes later, Yvette came in, a woman in her thirties, short, curly blond hair and blue eyes. Her English was a lot worse than Michelle's, which surprised me, but Michelle fixed that problem by interpreting.

"We're going with her, " she said, so we thanked Maurice and left the office. Yvette guided us through a few corridors and showed us into a room marked "CLEAN". In there we found cubicles to change into the special attire. We first got instructions how to put things on, and Yvette warned us not to keep all our clothes on beneath that stuff, because we'd boil then.

Before going into a changing cubicle, Michelle winked at me. I knew she was going to strip naked before putting on the odd overalls and stuff, so I did that that too.

*

Yvette was waiting for us as we appeared on the other side of the changing rooms. She invited us to follow her. We walked into a narrow corridor which was a kind of a wind tunnel. That was to get any dust off us before we went inside.

Once that was done, we went into the actual laboratory.

We got a quick tour through the facility. Very quick. I barely had time to see what was happening in most places, but Yvette kept going so Michelle and I had to keep up. In places where we moved from one section to the next, I grabbed the opportunity to reach out and put a hand on one of Michelle's boobs for a moment. She grinned at that, and after a few of those, I noticed how her nipples had gotten hard. That excited me a bit much, so I had to pay attention. Walking around here with an obvious boner would show.

Yvette talked to Michelle, who told me we were going to visit a special division now, and as she explained that, she took my hand. That was new. Was that to prevent my hand grabbing her boobs again?

*

To my surprise, Yvette opened a door, let us in, and closed the door behind us without following us.

"This is the special request place, " Michelle said. "It was an idea of papa. Ladies can request a special fragrance from the company. Specially made for them. It is expensive, but many people want this." She looked me in the eye. "Also men."

"Men?" I hadn't expected that, although I knew that the scents business for men was growing.

"Yes, and that section has gotten grande. Big. Come." We walked into a short corridor where we saw four doors. "In the rooms, we have ladies working to create the special smells, " Michelle continued, "and..." She opened one of the doors. There was a small but well decorated room behind it. "I want to create a smell for you."

"For me?" The surprises piled up here.

"Yes. And I need your help with that." She unzipped the cleanroom overalls and stepped out of them. There she stood, naked and smiling, her hand slowly rubbing her pussy. "Go, take it off."

As I did so, I asked what the plan was.

She pointed at a very comfortable chair. "I will sit there and play with me. You have to fuck me a few times and smell me. When you think I smell best, you take that little tube..." She pointed at a set of four tubes in a small, wooden rack, "and then you capture the wet inside me in it."

Michelle sat down in the chair, spread her legs, and let her fingers do the work. "And you fuck me more and smell again. We can make four tubes, and the specialists will create my smell, just for you."

I stood nailed to the floor, the overalls falling to my ankles. "Is that real?"

"Ohhh..." Michelle already moaned. "Yes. Very real. The girls here all make smells for men who request them from strangers. I want my smell for you. Come. Smell me."

She lifted her hand up from her pussy as I admired how she sat there, naked, nipples hard and her wet pussy waiting for me.

I took the rack with the tubes, put it on the ground, knelt down, and buried my face between her legs. Had my cock been able to get any harder, it would have done so right away. "This is gorgeous. So fresh." Using one of the tubes, I got some of her juice and put the little cork back.

"Now fuck me, Carl, " she said.

The chair was low enough for that. I pulled her a bit closer and rubbed my cock head over her wet slit. She looked at what I was doing, breathing faster, softly whimpering.

"I want it, " she said. "I need it inside me."

That was easy. Slowly I pushed my stiff member inside her. First only the head, feeling how her pussy reacted to that, and then I pushed in deeper, her legs resting up against my shoulders.

After going in and out a few times, she asked me to smell her pussy again, and to take a sample if this smell was arousing. It was under protest that I pulled out of her and sniffed her sopping grotto. Again I was amazed by how good she smelled, so her idea had been good. I gently pushed the second tube inside her and watched some of her, and now also some of my juice drip into it. After saving that, I went inside her again and fucked her for real.

At some point she wanted to get up and have it from behind, which was my pleasure, and we kept at it for a while longer, while taking two more samples from her pussy. The last one had a lot of my cum inside it, but she said that was perfect.

"They will create something from all four, " Michelle said as we put the overalls on again, after cleaning ourselves up as well as possible.

"Do men send their wives here too?" I wondered.

"Some do, " she knew. "Some send their matresse, their... mistress?"

"Fascinating." I had no other word for it.

"Come, " Michelle said. "We are done here. We can go back home now, and maybe you can do some more pussy sniffing there. Oh, take that with you. We give that to Yvette. She knows." Maybe she saw my worry, because she assured me that Yvette was hundred percent safe. She had arranged this with Yvette, the moment she'd found out that we were going to be here.

I picked up the little rack with the tubes. It felt weird to know that people would create some kind of perfume from that, and I wondered how other people would react to that smell.

*

We drove back after thanking Yvette for her help, and Maurice for the opportunity to see the real work from so close by. In the car I wondered if Maurice knew what we'd done.

"He doesn't care, " Michelle said, sounding convinced. "I think he has his orgasm on a spreadsheet with big numbers."

The idea was so silly that we both laughed.

"I'm so wet, " Michelle then shared. "I need a towel under my derrire."

"You can sit on my jacket, " I offered her. She didn't hesitate for a moment, but pulled the car over as soon as it was safe, and my jacket moved from my back to her sweet ass. As we were moving again, I told her that my jacket would have a special perfume of its own for a while, which made her giggle.

It didn't take long for us to get back to the villa.

"We are a bit late for lunch, " Michelle knew, as she pulled into the garage.

"And you will fix that for us?"

"Mais oui. Yes, of course." She smiled, and left the car. I grabbed my jacket and followed her.

We first saw her father, to report on our excursion to the labs. He was pleased to hear that we both had an entirely new view on smells and scents, and he asked me if I was under the impression that his daughter's grasp of the English language was improving.

"It is, sir, " I said. "Slowly, but it happening. I think that slow is good. That gives the brain more time to store the new knowledge."

Mr Lafarge nodded. "I knew we had chosen a smart person, Michelle." We apologized for being late for lunch, which he waved aside. "Ask the kitchen to prepare something. It's easy."

I followed Michelle, who talked to the lady in the kitchen. The woman quickly made something for us, which looked delicious.

"Come with me, " Michelle then said, leaving it to me to carry the tray with food. We went up the stairs and ended up in her bedroom.

"Strange place for lunch, " I said, putting the tray on the table.

"But good for more than lunch." Michelle slowly got out of her clothes. As she started undressing, I follow suit, and soon she was standing against me, her boobs against me and her hands around my cock. "That was so exciting in the laboratoire, Carl, " she said. "I am still wet."

I leaned over a bit and slipped a finger between her legs. She was soaking wet, so I moved a finger inside her, making her moan a bit. "Maybe we should plug you up before you drip on the carpet."

She nodded and walked backwards to the bed, tugging my along by holding on to my cock. "Plug me up, Carl, " she said as she dropped herself backwards on the bed, legs spread and hands squeezing her boobs.

I got onto the bed and over her. "I'm going to fuck you, " I told her.

"Yes." Her face showed me how horny she was. This woman seemed insatiable.

Slowly I moved my cock into position and pushed. She gasped as I steadily went deeper, until my stiff member was entirely inside her. I lowered my face to her boobs and licked one of her nipples. Michelle took a quick, ragged breath.

Then I fucked her, watching her boobs bounce and her face twist in delight. She pulled up her legs, trying to make me go in even deeper, but that wasn't possible. Each time I pounded into her, my cock went in all the way, and I wasn't sure if I even reached the deepest, furthest part of her vagina.

She kept saying French words, which was fine. It sounded hot, exciting, adding to the thrill that I was, once again, fucking the CEO's daughter, in his own house, in her room.

"Je veux tre au-dessus de toi, " she suddenly said.

"What?" My French wasn't up to that. Her words were so surprising that I stopped the fucking.

"I want on top, " she explained, pushing against my chest.

"I see." I rolled off her.

She sat up and straddled me. Michelle didn't need much time to grab my cock and make it slide into her, bouncing hard and fast. "I love this, " she said between bounces as I reached up and held her boobs. Each time when she came down, I pushed my hips up, making the impact harder.

It didn't take long for me to get off. Instead of waiting for me, Michelle kept riding me, driving me crazy, and only when I was completely spent, did she lift her ass off my cock, scrambled forward and planted her oozing pussy on my face.

"Lick me, Carl, " she said, so I held on to her legs and lapped up what came from her, also making sure I licked the tender parts that made her go wild. Her clit was rock hard, and I flicked my tongue over it quickly. Michelle pressed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Then I pushed my tongue deep inside her and licked in there.

The big finale was when I pressed my open mouth over her pussy and sucked hard, creating a vacuum that built up the pressure on her cunt. I sucked and released several times, varying the intensity so she'd never know what came next, and then she exploded on my face. It was the first time I had anyone squirt into my mouth, and it was a total trip. She collapsed forward, her hips bucking, the muscles in her stomach twitching, and a lot of her liquid flushed down my cheeks as there was too much of it.

We both were panting, and I slowly made her roll off me. After some maneuvering on the bed, I put my arms around her and held her close as she kept going in her orgasm.

"Mon dieu, " she said after a while. "That was amazing."

"I agree. We soaked your bed."

She nodded. "I will sleep in your bed tonight."

"Good idea. Maybe we should have lunch now."

Again she nodded. "Oui. Good sex makes hungry, right?"