Deep in the shadowed garden of this opulent wedding estate, manicured hedges whispered exclusivity. Crystal flutes of vintage champagne still tingled on my tongue. Oriane and Karine led me away from the glittering reception, their leather biker jackets creaking softly against silk dresses. Silence hung heavy, charged. Karine sank onto a wrought-iron bench, lit a slim cigarette. Smoke curled like secrets. Oriane stood behind, fingers tracing her nape, ignoring me at first. My cock throbbed, replaying Oriane’s pierced pussy under the table.
She leaned over Karine’s shoulder. ‘Ready to play your role fully, darling, in front of him?’ Affirmation in her voice. Karine exhaled through flared nostrils. ‘Of course, Mistress. Always ready to be what you want.’ Pause. Her eyes met mine. ‘If he’s game.’
The Privilege
Oriane beckoned. ‘Approach, Christophe. This big-titted slut craves a cock in her ass tonight. Want in?’ Stunned. Karine stubbed her smoke. Darkness hid expressions. Oriane untied Karine’s silk scarf. A rigid metal collar gleamed, matching wrist cuffs. Lighter flame danced: tattoo on her nape. ‘Submissive sex slave.’ Below, a nine-digit code. Explicit. Unmissable.
‘Don’t deny you want her. You ogled those tits all dinner.’ ‘Who’d refuse?’ ‘Yes or no?’ ‘Thought you were lesbians.’ ‘Doesn’t mean this nympho doesn’t need her ass reamed weekly. Yes or no?’ ‘Yes.’ Karine rose, joined us. Hands on bench back, she arched into doggy. High heels splayed legs, ass at my height. Robe hiked, no panties. Lighter glow: tramp stamp ribbon knots at lumbar. Lace garter tattoos on thighs. Glabrous mound.
Oriane guided my hand. Labia pierced, three fat rings through flesh tunnels, blocking pussy entry. Clit hood grilled shut. ‘No pleasure for her. Can’t cum anyway. Ignore the cunt. Fuck her ass.’ She unzipped me, rolled on condom, shoved me in. No resistance. Her anus gaped, slick, welcoming. Unlike tight virgins I’d claimed. I thrust deep, hands on hips. Her body silent, no moans, pure vessel.
The Excess
Hands roamed up. Massive tits strained corseted dress. Oriane unbuttoned, bared them. 95F silicone orbs, pierced nipples. Palms barely covered. Heavy, fake-perfect. ‘Like this whore’s udders? 600cc each.’ I kneaded brutally, yanked bars. She rocked back. Climax hit fast. Filled the rubber, groaning.
Karine pulled off, knelt, removed condom. Tongue with three metal balls cleaned my shaft. Post-orgasm fire. She tucked me away.
Not done. Oriane perched on bench. I knelt, face to her crotch. Robe up: labia stretched by steel weights like dangling balls. Karine pinned my arms behind. I licked. Circled clit ring, sucked inner lips, probed princess albertina piercing. Tongue fucked her depths. Isabella led back to clit. Her hips ground approval. Hands gripped my head, fed me her ring. Pulled it in-out. Sigh escaped. She crushed my face, orgasmed long, flooding.
The Discretion. Oriane smoothed her dress. ‘Back to table. Smoke break’s long enough.’ ‘Discreet?’ ‘Young, hot, solo, far away. Lucky you.’ ‘Karine gets fucked weekly?’ ‘Her slave code’s on BDSM Facebook. Check it.’ Penned digits on my arm. Scarf retied. Kissed Karine. ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Hand-in-hand, they swayed back, asses hypnotic. Her weights clinked erotically. Instant teen-hard erection. Secret sealed in velvet night.
