Aline takes charge. She calls a Mercedes taxi. We slide into the vast leather banquette, me sandwiched between her and Céline. My arms drape their shoulders, fingers brushing firm breasts under silk blouses. The supple leather hugs our bodies as we glide through tranquil streets to a hidden villa.
We enter the sunlit salon, marble floors cool underfoot, crystal decanters gleaming. Céline grabs the luggage despite my protests. ‘You’re the client,’ she purrs. Aperitif flows—crisp champagne bubbles on my tongue. They whisper in German, ignoring me, heightening the elite tease.
The Privilege
Aline leads me to the master suite. Immense bed draped in Egyptian cotton. She undresses me slowly, soft hands igniting my cock, straining against silk briefs. Céline hands a plush robe. In the marble bathroom, a scented corner tub steams invitingly. Robes drop. Naked, they guide me into warm, jasmine-laced water. Sponges glide over skin, lingering on nipples, balls, shaft. Fingers stroke my cock clean, pumping the head until I’m rock-hard, teetering on explosion.
Aline cradles me against her thighs, my head on her breasts. Céline rinses front and center. They dry me vigorously, then caress each other sensually. Back to dining room: table set with caviar, foie gras, oysters. They don aprons only—breasts spilling, asses firm and round swaying as they feed me like a pasha. Lips lick crumbs from my mouth; Aline sucks bread crusts from under the table, tonguing my throbbing cock. Champagne fizzles; I pull them close, but they slip away laughing.
Salon: deep leather armchair faces a massive screen. Lights dim. Graceful nude bodies writhe in soft erotica. I lunge, pinning Aline to the plush rug, ripping her apron, cock sliding between slick thighs. Céline flips me, swallows my shaft deep. Aline kisses hungrily, feeds me tits, then straddles my face—wet pussy grinding nose and mouth. Céline mounts, riding hard. They kiss above as I fuck and lick. Orgasms crash; we collapse in a tangle.
The Excess
Couch in leather embrace. I grope ears, nipples; they pinch mine. Revived, to bed. They toy with me—sucking, riding alternately, edging me mercilessly until I pin Céline, explode deep. Exhaustion claims us.
Morning stirs me between soft cheeks. I frot discreetly, slip inside sleeping wetness. She wakes moaning, demands more. Céline rides next; Aline fingers my ass. Kitchen: nude Céline at sink. I grab her tits; she mounts me slow, lovers’ climax shared. Aline watches, joins—we devour her on the table, fingers and tongue to squirting bliss.
City strolls with sneaky caresses. Evening: Céline requests anal deflowering. Fearful but trusting, lubed slow in her virgin ass—double penetrated, she cums screaming. Aline’s turn: we overpower resistance, gentle entry yields to her shattering orgasm bent over table, butter-slick.
Dawn coffee nude. Final fuck seals Aline’s freedom. Evening drive home in lovers’ bliss, Aline dropped off. Secrets sealed in villa’s glass walls.
