The elevator glided to the fifth floor of the Haussmannian building. We ascended the wrought-iron service stairs to Ben’s attic penthouse studio. Paris sprawled below, lights glittering like diamonds on black velvet. Modest luxury: aged leather cushions sighed under our weight. Skylights framed the Eiffel Tower’s glow.
We burst in laughing. Julie’s ‘cock’ slip ignited hysterics. Neighbor Stéphane peeked out, warning of early rise. Ben promised quiet. Lies.
The Privilege
Pissed and settled. Ben brewed premium tea in the compact kitchenette. Single malt whisky gleamed amber in crystal tumblers. Julie, usually hidden in wool, glowed. Châtain waves cascaded. We probed her secrets. Foot nudges under the low table sparked heat.
Whisky warmed throats. Talk turned carnal. Shared conquests? We fabricated. Group love. Double penetration fantasies. Julie’s eyes widened. ‘Your girls do that?’
I slid beside her on the supple leather. Trapped between Ben and armrest. ‘You want to try?’ Lips met hers. Soft, yielding. Ben groped playfully. Tongues danced. Belts unbuckled. Shirts shed. Her breasts: firm handfuls under my palms. Ben’s fingers delved her panties. She gripped our cocks through fabric. Chaotic strokes.
Pause. Her gaze devoured our erections. Mine average. Ben’s: porn-star thick, veined monster. She bit her lip. Hesitant smile.
Ben pulled her onto his lap. She impaled, gasping. Sucked me deep. Wet slurps. Trembling thighs. Over her shoulder, Ben and I traded smirks. Grimaces of triumph.
‘Fuck, she’s soaked,’ Ben growled.
Julie reared: ‘Yes! I’m your slut! Fuck me all night! Your cock’s huge! Never felt this!’
Door creaked. Stéphane entered. Boxers at knees. Erect cock bobbed. Tall, lean, thirtyish. We froze. Her laugh shattered silence. ‘Room for three!’
The Excess
Handshakes amid moans. She engulfed his dick. Voracious.
‘Fetch Jean-Ba’,’ Stéphane urged. Voice through plaster: ‘Here.’ Black neighbor, mid-twenties, average build, cock standard. Julie’s Pyrenean innocence shattered.
‘Four cocks? Fuck! I’m cumming!’ Orgasm ripped her. Ben pounding below.
The door swung wide. Jean-Ba’ joined. Chaos reigned. Positions blurred. She rode, sucked, begged. Ben and Jean-Ba’ took her ass—saliva-lubed, slow. DP: Stéphane in pussy, Ben stretching anus. No lube. Her cries: ecstatic.
Cocks plunged relentlessly. Pussy flooded. Ass claimed. Mouth filled. Cum erupted bareback. Five loads in her depths. One swallowed. Splashes everywhere.
Dawn crept through glass walls. Exhausted collapse. Bed, couch, covers.
Julie woke amid naked men. Horror dawned. ‘No condoms?’ Spermed full. We breakfasted—croissants, coffee. She confessed: thrilled, unhinged. Fantasy doubled, not quadrupled. Vertigo now. ‘Not me. Promise silence.’ We swore.
Distant after. She faded. Ben and I? Bond eternal. Until next…
