Our penthouse terrace overlooks the glittering city skyline, floor-to-ceiling glass walls sealing our elite world. Leather sofa cradles us, cool against sun-kissed skin. I buzz Tyana up at eight sharp. Not ready yet. ‘Laurent, get the door, darling. Ten minutes.’ Black pareo ties low on my hips, matching bustier hugs my curves. Tanned legs gleam, body scented with invigorating mist. Irresistible.
Kitchen gleams: vintage champagne chills, artisanal salads artfully plated. Dessert? Surprise. I grab the bottle, three flutes, join them. They’re chatting on the sofa. Tyana’s white skirt rides her toned thighs—angel to my devil. I lean in, kiss her soft lips. ‘Evening, beauty. Devil and angel tonight?’ Laurent pops the cork, serves. Toast: ‘To life, singledom, encounters—especially you two sexy vixens.’ Laughter bubbles. He doesn’t know Tyana and I have fucked before. Tonight, he’ll learn.
The Privilege
Salads divine—exotic fruits, fresh herbs. He sits between us, serving flawlessly. Tyana’s bare foot slides under the table, toes teasing my crotch. Heat waves pulse as she strokes my pussy through fabric. Our eyes lock—complicit hunger. Laurent clears plates. ‘Stay put, ladies. My special dessert coming. Champagne flows.’ He’s gone. Tyana straddles my lap. Real kiss now—tongues tangle, sweet absence filled.
‘Your roommate’s hot. Dating?’ ‘No, player. We share bed platonically, but fantasies brew.’ ‘Tease him hard. Threesome?’ Malicious grin seals it. He returns: banana splits, bananas sculpted like cocks, plunged in cream—no spoons. ‘Ready, mesdames?’ We devour. I suck mine slow, eyes on Tyana mimicking blowjob. Laurent stares, bulge growing. I caress her thighs under table.
I stand behind Laurent, hand grazing his back, then Tyana. Hold her wrists. ‘Show him your skills.’ She sucks the phallic fruit deep. ‘Reward if you finish?’ ‘Kiss from each. Fail? Striptease.’ She quits halfway—predictable. I finish mine, Laurent pins my hands, hot breath on neck. Her reward kiss: Laurent grips my waist. Tongues dance, his cock presses my belly. Tyana grinds, hands on my tits.
Her strip: skirt drops, lace thong, perky nipples tenting top. Laurent grinds behind me, hard. I stroke his thick bulge. Help unbutton her blouse—his fingers slip into my soaked thong, clit teased, two digits plunge my wet cunt. I arch, devouring her mouth. ‘Sofa, girls?’ We agree. He sits center, shirt open, ripped chest exposed. I strip to sheer black thong, tits bare. We flank him, caress torso, unzip. Tyana sucks first—lips glide shaft, tongue laps glans. I join, mouths meet in sticky kisses.
The Excess
He erupts. I lap every drop, savoring salty nectar. My turn to eat Tyana: lay her back, tongue dives into slick folds. She writhes, moans. Ass up, Laurent mounts doggy—deep thrusts rock me into her pussy. Hands everywhere. We cum synced—spasms rip through. He pulls, jets hot cum on my ass cheeks.
Pause: smokes, champagne. City lights twinkle below. ‘Need strength for more, sluts.’ ‘We’ve craved cock in our play.’ Chat turns filthy—our history, limits. I skip full anal, but fingers fine. Tyana loves it. Laurent flat on back, rigid. She impales, rides slow. I straddle his face—tongue flicks clit, fingers probe ass. Ecstasy builds.
Tyana demands anal. I lube her hole with tongue, finger-fuck prep. Laurent eases in—inch by inch, her cries sharp. He pounds, she fingers clit. ‘Fuck my tight ass! Harder!’ He growls, ‘Slut, feel my fat cock?’ She screams orgasm, he paints her back. Tyana eats me next—tongue-fucks, pinches nipples, fingers my ass. Explosive cum floods me.
Exhausted, we collapse into leather embrace. Night’s ours, secrets safe in glass fortress.
