Cougar House Ep. 072: Ooh La La

Paris, France! Time to check in on a certain Momma's Boy Gone Wild!

10:05 PM!

"Big Dog to Inch Poodle! Cum in Inch Poodle!"

"You are most a riot, Big Doggy."

"Thanks, my Israeli Backup!"

"More like a Big Dummy!" A female voice was heard in the background. "Stop goofing around like you're in a Mission Impossible movie. You're no Nathan Hunt. Nathan Cunt maybe!" Fellow student and newly appointed spy Solstice Mellencamp did giggle to herself at Elliot Needy's clever remarks. The nerd always had her in stitches even if she masked her amusement well. A trait her father, a mob boss taught her.

"Hey! You snuck away from your hot ass Hitwoman."

"Peta had a date. She made me promise to stay home. As if! I had Brahms distort our apartment cameras and alarms so I could sneak out."

"Nice! I'll get the job done as fast as I can and get out. Curfew breaking is getting tougher. But that's why we have Lullaby Boy to fudge our entry and exit times. As long as nobody sees us, we're In like Flint."

"Another old spy movie." Brahms interrupted! "I enjoyed that one. Especially how he had pet Dobermans." James Coburn was the best back in the day.

"He did? I don't remember that. Wasn't it German Shepards?"

"Our Man Flint had those. I think!"

"KNOCK IT OFF!"

"My dad used to say Flint wore Hush Puppies. Close enough!" Neither boy truly knew what they were even talking about. Rambling at best!

"Besides it was Matt Helm with Dean Martin that had the dogs." Solstice growled! "My great grandfather knew the actor from his days in Las Vegas."

"I preferred Jerry Lewis."

"Ugh! Just do this job already."

"Car is coming! Right on time just like last week. It's that Police guy Ms. LaPute dominates. As soon as he gets buzzed in, I'll tailgate his bumper through the gates like I did last time." Hidden away until the last possible second, he heard the buzzer just before the gates beginning to shift. Brake lights ceasing a brilliant red glare Elliot made his move. Hugging the bumper at a low slumped over angle he managed to get inside the property with his backpack of tricks.

"I'm not making the same mistake twice. No bath in the frog pond this time." He raced to keep up with the car rather than take to the bushes within. When he was running out of options Elliot broke away and finally hid behind a tree. He made certain his backpack couldn't be seen in peering around as the car parked and shut its engine off. Cell camera ready Elliot recorded the driver as he exited his car. "Shit! I always forget they drive on the passenger side over here." A swift deviation he captured the very same Police Lieutenant as the last time. This time however he paused in closing his door and took his coat off.

"Is he stripping?" Sure enough, Lieutenant Timothee Dafoe peered around as if expecting eyes. With only frogs croaking and crickets in the shadows he found himself convinced he had no voyeurs. His taking time to pause prompted something unexpected. Over a speaker in Brigitte LaPute's compound came the loud sounds of a clock ticking. Cursing heard, Dafoe hurried to lose his clothing. He even popped his trunk to throw his clothing into it. Standing totally nude with a timid erection Dafoe shivered until the ticking stopped.

"What's going on Elliot?" Solstice asked over the spy Bluetooth in his ear.

"Shhh!" Ceasing his video he quickly sent it to Brahms Zoabi who in turn shared it with Solstice. Radio silence resumed as Elliot began recording again. "What is going on here? This didn't happen last time."

Dafoe faced the house when a narrow spotlight illuminated from the roof of Brigitte's home. Seeing it Elliot froze fearing she might shine it on him. Pitch darkness up on her roof he realized that there was a tiny room like a lookout tower. In all reality it was an old crow's nest for an archer back when her estate was built in the 1700's. Rebuilt in modern times she used it for her own benefit.

The beam of light zeroed in on Timothee's cock and he suddenly took it as a hint to masturbate. Letting him abuse himself until fully erect the light moved away and toward the driveway. Dafoe stopped beating off and examined the light. The speaker then came back to life with the sound of a purring cat. Four separate meows were heard which sent Dafoe to his hands and knees.

"Holy fuck!" Elliot thought! "She's stepping up her game. This guy might be a bigwig cop, but he's scared of her." The light on the asphalt of her driveway moved and Dafoe dramatically gave chase. It moved around as if a laser pointer and he pursued it with vigor. "This is priceless. I want to watch this shit, but I have to get moving." Waiting until he knew for certain Dafoe nor Brigitte would witness him make a move Elliot darted through the darkness and around to the side of the mansion. Heartbeat racing Elliot paused a moment longer hugging the stone wall.

Dafoe had followed that light back to the front gate and stood facing the street. While a quiet area, cars did drive by if not sparsely. Standing up Dafoe held the gate with both hands and stood up on the metal below him until he hugged the barricade. His penis stuck straight out through the other side. "This is fucking crazy." New car lights approached, pulling into the estate and up to the callbox. Elliot then heard Brigitte speaking in French through the box. A man stepped out of his car and walked over to Dafoe who was brightly displayed by his headlights. Kneeling before Dafoe he sucked his dick.

"Why does everyone have to be gay? I mean this is Gay Paree but come on!" Recording stopped Elliot decided he needed to get moving. Following the structure of the estate he checked window after window along the ground. The place had more glass than he realized from the last time here, but it was raining that night. "There has to be at least one window unlocked." Grr! Four more tried he was close to the window where he observed Brigette torture Dafoe last week. "Man, I have to get this done before mom flies in to serve Farouk. I want mom and Brigitte to play together. The only way I can make that a guarantee is to blackmail Ms. LaPute."

A window unlocked Elliot pumped his fist. "I'm in!" he told Solstice. "I have more video I'll send after I set up the hidden cameras and recording bugs."

"Copy! Don't get caught."

"LaPute is busy up on the roof. Unless there are visitors already inside, I should be good until her client is moved indoors. He's busy getting blown by another guy out by the gate. Don't ask!"

"Who is the other guy? Wait! Brahms is hacking LaPute's gate camera. Holy crud! Brahms says the guy blowing Dafoe is his superior. Commissioner Arnaud Russeau! Ms. LaPute must have the entire police department on her leash."

"Crazy!" Moving his current room which looked to be only used for the storage of antiques, Elliot crept quietly into the hallway and counted doors in the dimly lit area. Reaching her torture chamber, he found the door unlocked and hurried inside. "In the torture room now. Setting up!" Finding dark spots in the room he dug into his backpack for extremely tiny surveillance cameras. Four in total he made certain every direction was covered. Bugs were applied to scone lighting on the wall made to look like torches. "Installed! Can you hear me Brahms?"

"Loud and queer." Brahms chuckled! "Two other cops showed up to suck off Dafoe. There are three of them sharing his cock at once."

"Eww! I don't need a mental image. I... " Elliot froze at feeling something tapping on his shoulder. "Oh, fuck! I'm busted!" Turning around he found a pleasant if not terrifying face. "Giselle? How did you know I was here?" In his earpiece Solstice Mellencamp bulged her eyes with a gasp. In her mind this was the end until Giselle spoke if not in garbled French. As a deaf girl all of her life her speech was hardly perfect. Brahms knowing French fluently translated.

"I saw you running through the gate. I thought you were sneaking in to see me." She smiled! "What are you doing in here?" Sign language much of it, Brahms luckily knew even that and used the cameras to feed Elliot her words.

Holding his heart Elliot went into actor mode. "I missed you." A lunging hug held the blonde tightly. Aww! Once the tension wore off, he released her and kissed her on the forehead to calm any suspicions she might have. Wearing only a long t-shirt she raised it and took his hand. Placing it on her heart first, he sighed over her puffy nipples. "I love you too." She smiled brightly at him then guided his hand to her abdomen. "Is someone frisky?"

"Dafoe the cat is." Solstice laughed in his ear. "Still getting sucked off. Guys have left and other guys have shown up to keep his dick hard. Insanity!" Elliot simply chuckled! Then he wondered why Giselle held his palm over her tummy so long. Her unblinking gaze was just so magical.

"Belly ache?" He asked her slowly so that she could read his lips. With a frown she ended up pouting. Taking him by his free hand she forced him to follow her upstairs at a rapid pace, closing the torture chamber door behind her. A finger to her lips for silence she took him to her bedroom two floors up but stood outside the door. A point toward another rustic door Elliot guessed that one led to the attic and the roof. A first being inside the LaPute home he marveled at the Victorian decor. "I bet some of these antiques are worth a fortune." No doubt!

Entering her bedroom Giselle hurried him inside and closed her door quietly so as not to alert her mother should she be listening. Being deaf she really had no concept of sound and how loud she might actually be. Looking at Elliot, she saw him calm so judged that she was alright. She left the door unlocked but Elliot motioned for her to lock it. Shaking her head no she lowered her hands to the hemline of her t-shirt and lifted it up and over her head. Nude she tossed it over her desk chair and ran into him toppling him over her mattress.

His backpack prevented comfort, so she assisted him in removing it and left the bed long enough to stash it under her bed. With all of the surveillance equipment used outside of a few cameras it had at least thinned out concerning bulk. Diving back into bed Giselle fought him to get his clothes off. Shoes removed she stashed those under the bed as well. His pants, shirt, and boxers stripped away he laid there atop her bedding naked. The clothing was also hidden but those went to the blind side of her bed and onto the floor. Nervous as hell Elliot endured her seduction.

Giving him a blowjob Elliot fought moans, terrified that Brigitte might hear him. Bad enough, Giselle was mumbling loudly over deepthroating his erection. "God, I love this girl." She certainly adored him. Five minutes expiring Elliot Needy was ready to nut like a beast. Just as he tensed up Giselle abandoned her mouth and climbed over his lap and installed his dick up into her vulva. Riding him with an unexpected vigor the box springs began squeaking. "OH, CRAP! Brigitte is going to hear us and barge in."

Not taking no for an answer Giselle rode him hard until he lost his load up inside her. Just as he muffled his snarl, he heard the attic door open and close. Giselle let out a blood curdling distortion of a squeal as she accepted his detonation with glee. A motion toward the door he saw the knob turning. A quiet roll over left her on her back in bed. Elliot like a ninja slid off the bed on the side where his clothing lay and hid.

"Giselle? Is everything... ah!" Brigitte stepped in and spotted her daughter naked and masturbating. As if not knowing her mother was there Giselle used her fingers to gather the creamy load from her pussy and suckled it from her fingers. "I suppose I cannot fault you for pleasuring yourself." Playing along Giselle looked over at her mother and dropped her chin. Quickly using a pillow, she hid her nudity as if modest. "Forgive me sweetheart. I heard you cry out. I worried that you might have hurt yourself." Sign language accompanied her vocalization. "I have company. Please stay in your room for the next hour."

A nod from Giselle, Brigitte retraced her steps and left her daughter alone. If Giselle had locked her door her mother would have been cross with her. She was forbidden to hide away under lock and key. Giselle would explain this to Elliot before he left for the night. For now, Elliot rose cautiously to see Giselle on her belly facing him and kicking her feet in the air behind her. "You love living on the edge, don't you?" He sneered at her playfully.

Nodding at him she lured him back up into bed and on top of her missionary style. Making love to her seemed like the right thing to do even if Solstice Mellencamp was bitching at him. At least he heard Brahms tell him that Brigitte and Dafoe were now in her torture chamber and on camera.

"Perfect! Now I can enjoy my girl here and enjoy her mom when I watch her home movies." Lovely thrusts and tender kisses consumed them as Elliot nutted within Giselle a second time. Thankfully, her bedroom was not remotely close to any vent that they might be heard. His growl was a lot louder this time.

A bathroom needed Elliot pointed at the door then slowly mouthed "I need to pee." True, but he also needed to talk with Brahms and Solstice without Giselle sensing betrayal. Directed to the restroom out in the hall he motioned her to return to her bed that he would be back for more. Giddy, she shuffled away and hopped back into bed to await his return. In the bathroom he whispered, "Sorry guys! I couldn't talk with Giselle watching me. How goes the cameras and bugs?"

"Listen for yourself." Brahms shared audio of Brigitte using a short whip on Dafoe as he was strung up spread eagle off of the floor. His French seemed upset. "He's begging her to let him fuck her. Ms. LaPute is in no hurry. She's wearing a strap-on dildo."

"Great! More Homo shit! Any guy ever touches my ass they lose their dick."

"What about Brigitte using her toy on your ass?" Solstice laughed!

"Then I toss that thing in a fireplace and melt it down. Ixnay, I say!"

"Pussy! I love a strap-on. I might fuck you if you let me use it on your ass in return. You know I'm a lesbian, but I might just let you have me if to get even with you."

"Not! You're hot Mellencamp but I'm not into that. Besides, I'm into Giselle."

"Tell that to Lydia Hunt and Aimalla. You fucked both of them."

"Giselle knew though. She let me."

"So, maybe she would let me hit your scaredy cat asshole."

"Can we stop talking about anal? I still have a few cameras. I want to put one in Brigitte's bedroom and one in Giselle's. I just have to figure out how without Giselle seeing me."

"Blindfold her."

"Not a bad idea. I can tie her to her bed and move freely. I'll just say I tortured her too."

"Get a move on. You got permission to spend the night with Brahms at his flat instead of fighting curfew at the dormitory, so you have plenty of time."

"Right! Keep me posted on Brigitte's whereabouts. If she leaves that dungeon give me time to escape."

"Roger Willdo!" Brahms said! Solstice corrected him with "Wilco!" Ah! His bad!

Heading back to Giselle he knew she couldn't hear whether he flushed a toilet or what. All he did was wet his hands at the sink. Inside her room he flicked droplets of cool water onto her water. She shook her head no, then pointed at his erection. She then redirected her index fingers to her chest and her face. "Facial, huh! I hope you don't mean peeing on you." Reading his lips she flared her eyes and waved away any notion of that idea.

"Can I blindfold and tie you up while your mom is busy? I know you liked bondage." That got her excited. She rolled from bed and went to her closet, returning with short lengths of rope and a sleep mask. "Nice! You must use these with other guys." Pouting she shook her heard negatively. He honestly wondered just how many guys she had been with in that moment. She certainly wasn't a virgin when he first fucked her. Ah, well!

Tying her wrists up to her headboard he blinded her then intentionally tickled her feet. Eating her out for five minutes he brought her to a juicy climax. Patting her belly lightly she smiled and nibbled her lower lip. Escaping her for a brief time he silently retrieved his backpack and took out a camera. Installing it at her dresser mirror pointed right out over her bed he thought about it.

"I guess now I'll learn if other guys come here and do what I'm doing. I just hope Giselle doesn't find it." It was tiny so most likely not. Razzing Brahms knowing the camera went active Elliot returned to the bed and lifted Giselle's feet. She begged not to be tickled again. Instead, he hiked those legs back until her knees became earrings and he went all piledriver on her cunt. Giselle loved it, crying out without worry, knowing her mother was preoccupied. Brahms made certain Brigitte wasn't on her way up.

Going full on beast Elliot fucked her hard. In the distance Solstice had to hide from Brahms just to rub her clit. For a dyke she was sure loving how rough Needy was getting. Hmm! Maybe she wasn't so lesbo after all. Another deposit of semen into Giselle she burst into muffled theatrics in French. "Translate for me Brahms."

"She loves you. Wants you to be her master. She... uh!"

"She what?"

"YOU, DUMBASS!" Solstice blurted out. "You knocked her up. She just said you were going to be a good father."

"What? No way! I... shit! I came inside her every time. No wonder she was rubbing her tummy earlier. I just thought she needed a Tums or something. FUCK!"

"You can't be mad over it."

"I'm not mad at her, I'm mad at me. How do I explain this to my... " He was going to say mom. "My slave back in the states." Margo! Adopted mother! Whore! "Okay! Let me finish this up. Brahms, shut this camera off until I leave. I won't screw this up, I really like Giselle."

"Her mom is going to kill you."

"Could be another guy's." At least Giselle couldn't read his lips. Gentle thrusts into her kept her entertained.

"True! But I doubt it."

"Maybe she just hopes I get her pregnant."

"Possibly! Let me talk to her up in the library sometime and I'll find out for you."

"Thanks, Mellencamp!" Halting his thrusts Elliot pulled out of her, kissed her throat then down over her chest and to her belly button. Pausing there he exhaled over her tummy which made her gasp. Kissing her there he whispered, "Can I call you Darryl?" After his adopted father Darryl Needy who died in a car crash. It was goofy to do but, in a way, Elliot felt it right. Too soon to know he had only had her a few weeks now surely it was too soon to know for a fact.

Sighing he reached up and placed a finger over her trembling lips then backed away leaving the bed. She sensed that he wanted her to remain quiet. "Now to find Brigitte's room. That shouldn't be too difficult. They likely sleep on the same floor close to each other." Sneaking out of the bedroom with only his surveillance cameras and bugs he again prowled the hall naked save for his socks. Semen did leave a few droplets in his travels.

"Six doors on this floor. Three I can out rule due to the bathroom, Giselle's bedroom and the attic door." Opening the one directly across from Giselle's made sense. Nope! Didn't look lived in. Closed he moved to the next door. Again, it was a guest room by the looks of it. "Last call!" On the final door he found a lived in room with makeup and personal items strung about. "Bingo!"

"Find her room?"

"Sure did! Lingerie everywhere. She sure isn't a neat freak."

"Set the cameras and get out of there. You can't keep Giselle waiting too long when you need to get out of there before Dafoe leaves."

"On it! DUM DUM DUH DUM DUM!"

"What are you saying?"

"Mission Impossible theme." He chuckled! "Call me Nathan Hunt!"

"I'll tell Lydia you're lusting after her uncle." Both named Hunt!

"Funny! I hum when I'm nervous." Elliot discovered the perfect spots to hide three cameras capturing the best angles of Brigitte's room. "One left! I'll use it in her en suite." Her own bathroom he entered and aimed the camera right at her massive glass shower and claw tub. "Activated!"

"Ooh La La! I love her tub. Swipe me some of her lavender bath beads."

"I'm not stealing anything. Besides, Giselle might smell it on me if I touch anything. She relies on her other senses like a blind person."

"Smart! Darn it! You're right! Maybe I'll skip school and break in and take a bath in her house." Solstice giggled! "Brahms can watch me soak and beat off."

"Gee thanks! For someone gay you sure sound like you want guys to want you." Brahms told her.

"Just messing with you Zoabi!" Hmm, again! "And don't get any ideas about putting spy cams in my apartment. My hit bitch would shoot you with her silencer." Sure!

"Okay! Enough being nosey I... whoa! I think I found Brigitte's diary." Elliot stopped cold at seeing a book by her bedside. At first, he considered it as a novel, but it had a clasp. "Is LaPute still torturing Dafoe?"

"Up the ass." Solstice peered over Brahms shoulder. "She's ripping him a new one."

"Let me snap pics of her diary. Maybe there's something juicy we can use to control her." Opening it delicately without moving its current resting place he fanned page after page. "Holy crap! This isn't just any diary, it's her contact list of clients and money transaction amounts." Pics taken of every single page he closed the book and clasped it as it was. "I guarantee we have LaPute by her clit piercings." Oh, yes!

"Wipe any fingerprints you might leave behind." Brahms suggested!

"Right! Good idea! I haven't touched much, book and doorknob." He cleaned both using sheer panties. Inhaling them he knew she had recently worn them. "Yummy!" Lying under the material was a vibrator. Taking it with him he turned the knob with her underwear and tossed them where they were. Opening the door he found an unexpected obstruction. There stood Giselle with her arms folded over her chest and her blinder up in her hair. Holding his heart, he acted as if she scared him.

"You untied yourself." He then used the vibrator as his excuse. "I went searching for this." Wink! Wink! Moving around her, he let Giselle close the door for him. Her prints would hopefully ruin his. Elliot was slick. Walking back to her bedroom he pulled her inside and used her body to close her door. Pinning Giselle there he fired up the vibrator and applied it to her clit. All was forgiven in a squeal. He released her throat just long enough to pull the sleeping mask back over her vision. Getting her off one last time. He carried her to bed and kissed her into submission. Her breath taken away he removed her mask and sat there over her. Palming her belly he smiled.

"Am I going to be a daddy?" She froze without blinking. "I won't be upset."

"Yes!" She managed to vocalize in English. "I took three tests and all were positive."

"Fuck me!" He thought! Shock subsiding, he kissed her belly then looked at his wrist as if a watch. She understood knowing her mother would be ending her session soon. A quick hug she accepted his adoration with a tear in her eye. "You're going to be a beautiful mother." Smiles took over as she palmed his heart. "I'll do my best." That was all he had at the moment. It was enough.

Easing away Elliot retrieved his clothing and got dressed. Bag removed from under the bed along with his shoes he sat with her as she hugged his side. "How do we explain this to your mom?" She read his lips clearly and shrugged. "Would she make you... get an abortion?" Shaking her head no, as if to say, "No way in hell!" she managed to admit her age of eighteen. Mother had no say in her decisions. "Okay! One day at a time. You won't start showing for a while yet. I need to tell my mom." Slave! Mother Margo! His friends! Ugh!

With an understanding reaction she kissed him then stood up. Going to her bedroom window she opened it and waved him to join her there. Looking out at a lengthy gutter going down amid ivy vines he swallowed dryly. "I guess if you can escape this way so can I. It's only two stories. If I can climb trees in Pennsylvania, I can scale these. Treehouse!" As if she could hear him. Going out the sill after he tossed his backpack out into the yard to prevent it getting hung up on any vines, Elliot launched his weight onto the gutter and slowly made his way down. Dropping the last three feet to the grass he looked up.

"Fare thee well, Juliet." He recited Shakespeare as if in the play himself. His swagger made her heart flutter. Blowing him kisses she paused him there then ran from her room to her mother's. A thought she snatched up her sheer panties and took them back to her window. If that disturbance of her mother's room wasn't enough to disrupt suspicion nothing would. As if a handkerchief Giselle tossed her mother's undies at him. Catching them Elliot bulged his eyes. A flip of her tongue Giselle closed her window. That vibrator was back in use in under three minutes.

"Wow! I hope Brigitte doesn't miss these." Bag on his back Elliot hit the road. "I'm on my way out now guys." Silence! "Guys?" Nothing! Then a squeal. "Ah, hell! Are you two... getting acquainted?"

"DON'T JUDGE ME! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE, NEEDY!"

"Lesbian, my ass! NOT AN INVITE!" Elliot laughed! "Take Brahms virginity."

"Working on it!" Solstice laughed! "SHIT! Session is over Brigitte and Dafoe are on the move."

"I got this. You two have fun. I want my boy Zoabi grinning from ear to ear when I get to his crib." Crib? He bit his tongue! To himself he sighed, "I'm going to be a daddy. Darryl, it is even if it's a girl. Darryl Hannah was a fine ass bitch back in the day. I still recall getting her centerfold sticky when I swiped dad's copy." Too funny!

Hiding out in the bushes awaiting Dafoe the front door finally opened and out walked Timothee on his hands and knees. "Damn! He's going to have bloody knees on all that concrete and asphalt." At the door watching him was Brigitte in a leather harness, breasts and pussy in full view. A few new pics on his phone to beat off too later he inhaled her panties and smiled.

"Monsieur Needy is going to own your crazy ass LaPute." Within his thoughts as he heard groans and moans shared between Brahms and Solstice. Everyone was going to live happily ever after. "Those numbers from her diary might just make me a few euros too. I just need to play this the right way without Giselle knowing that I'm blackmailing my future mother-in-law." Wow! He actually went there. "Of course, this might prevent Brigitte from getting between Giselle and I. Yeah, she has a repLaPUTEation to protect. Along with her client base. I have her by her strap-on balls." He cracked himself up!

Reaching his car Brigitte released Dafoe to get dressed. Popping his trunk, Elliot watched him put his clothing on, stretch, then get into his car. Keys in the ignition the engine fired up and his lights flared into the darkness. Seeing Brigitte head inside Elliot felt confident enough to risk his dash across the lawn as the gate opened up. Instead of getting behind the car he waited until the last possible second to squeeze through the closing gate.

Free at last!

So was Brahms! He nutted inside Solstice.

"YOU MORON! I'M NOT ON THE PILL."

Earpiece out!

He would hear all about it when he got home.

"Brahms can hum his kid a lullaby."

Take lessons, Needy!