The penthouse overlooks Paris, lights twinkling like diamonds below. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the Eiffel Tower. Leather armchairs cradle us, soft as sin. Champagne bubbles burst on my tongue, crisp and golden. Diane, blonde, mid-length hair, green eyes, BCBG chic in tight jeans hugging her ass—no panties, I suspect. Christine, my shy darling, in a flowing skirt, blushes over dinner remnants.
Conversation loosens with liqueur. She confesses exhibitionist dreams, half-whispered. I tease, ‘Dare you?’ Laughter ripples. We dance to soft jazz, my hands on her waist, spinning her. Back to Diane, skirt lifts. Her hand cups Christine’s black lace panties. ‘Sexy slip,’ she purrs. I pin her arms. Panties slide down, exposing plump cheeks. Diane taps them mockingly. ‘Big ass under that skirt.’
The Privilege
Full denudation follows. Skirt hiked, panties to ankles, kicked away. I force legs apart. Diane’s fingers graze pubes, tease lips, clit, plunge in. Wetness scents the air. ‘She’s dripping, musky beyond honey.’ She wipes it on Christine’s lips.
The city sprawls silent witness through glass. Leather creaks under shifting bodies. Privilege pulses—ours alone.
Table becomes altar. Wrists and ankles bound to legs, spread wide. Cushions arch her back, pussy splayed. Vinegar stings labia, clit hood peeled. She writhes, moans. Belt from my waist—vulgar, you said—whips air, then flesh. Nipples pierced lightly, blood beads, clamps bite hard.
Diane sheds jeans, bare cunt over face, scent sharp: sweat, urine, musk. Ten lashes random—tits, thighs. Legs yanked back, heels to armpits, ass high, holes gaping. Hair plucked from lips, anus. Belt cracks pussy, asshole. She screams into Diane’s folds, forced to breathe her essence.
Clamps twist nipples white. ‘Lick her clean.’ Tongue darts reluctant. Clamp threatens clit—snaps shut. Body convulses. More on labia minora. Relief only in obedience. I strip, cunt swollen, juices pearling.
The Excess
Diane and I kiss, hands in each other’s heat. Then her atop Christine, cunts grinding, clits fencing. I rim her ass, finger both pussies. Orgasms crash—mine grinding feet, theirs in unison screams.
Glass walls seal our frenzy. Excess reigns, no limits in this gilded cage.
Guilt softens me. I unbind, massage wrists with cum-slick fingers. Shower steam rises, marble cool. We soap each other—folds probed gently, asses parted. Bed welcomes, silk sheets whispering.
Flanking her, hands roam. Kisses chain three mouths. Fingers pinch swelling lips, roll clits. Tongues heal bruised tits. Diane laps her tenderly, mixes our nectars.
Dildos: steel slim for Diane, inflatable for Christine. I thrust synchronized, asses fisted later. They devour mouths, bodies lock. Explosions rip—her first, ass clenching fingers, Diane follows.
Spent, we cradle. Secrets safe behind glass fortress. Dawn nears, bodies entwined in absolute comfort.
