Steam fills the penthouse spa bathroom, Italian marble cool under my feet. Hot jets pound my aching muscles after tending the rooftop garden. Phone buzzes ignored. Doorbell chimes. I slip into a silk robe, damp skin glistening, breasts spilling free. Open the door. Not Jean-Jean. Damien, his work twin, stares, eyes tracing my curves, thighs parted by the robe’s gap.
He stammers. Jean-Jean’s accident at the factory. Forklift crushed crates on him. Pompiers rushed him. We speed in his Bentley, leather seats hugging my bare legs. City lights blur. Private clinic lounge awaits, velvet armchairs, crystal decanter of vintage champagne chilling. Colleagues arrive: voluble Vincent, burly Cédric, bespectacled Julien. My five musketeers, bonded since elite academy basketball days. They hover, kiss cheeks lingering on lips.
The Privilege
Hours drag in hushed opulence. I recline on Cédric’s lap, head on his thighs, legs over Damien and Julien. Vincent drapes cashmere throw, hands smoothing over hips, breasts. Fingers tease. Silent consent. Champagne bubbles on my tongue, crisp, golden.
Julien kneads calves, arches feet expertly. Damien climbs inner thighs, brushes bare pussy— no panties, forgotten in shock. Gasp escapes. He probes deeper, fingers parting slick lips. Cédric unbuttons my dress, palms belly, then heavy tits, pinching nipples hard. Champagne fizz matches my pulse.
Vincent paces shadows. Tension builds in this elite enclave. Hands multiply. Damien fingers deep, splashing wetness. Cédric circles clit. Orgasm crashes silent, body arching under throw. They smile, tender predators.
Doctor emerges. Jean-Jean’s fine: leg fracture, mild concussion. Relief floods. Back to penthouse in convoy. Rooftop terrace gleams, infinity pool reflecting stars, cityscape sprawling below.
The Excess
I strip for Julien first, terrace shadows hiding us. Straddle him on teak lounger. His cock slides home, thick, urgent. I ride hard, tits in his hands. He erupts inside, hot jets filling me.
Bathroom next. Vincent catches me bent, ass high, sperm trailing thighs. Marble vanity cool. I impale on him, pounding frantic. His load gushes, overflowing.
Cellar vault: Damien on ladder. My pussy exposed under dress, light raking folds. He fingers ass and cunt. I mount on step, fuck him raw. Cum floods again.
Living room pulses jazz, dim chandeliers. Dance frenzy. Hands grope, tits freed. Slow to Cédric. Strip nude. His massive cock freed. Spectators’ phone lights flicker. I climb, guide monster in. Walls stretch, pleasure-pain. Ride savage, clit grinding. Dual climax shatters, his seed pumping endless.
Shower purges excess. Reunite in leather-clad lounge, pizza slices, champagne refilled. They pledge aid: chauffeuring, errands, devotion till Jean-Jean’s return. Tears mix with smiles. Hands entwine. Tomorrow, hospital run. My elite circle intact, secrets sealed in glass walls.
