It started at the Bell Centre. March 17th. Canadiens versus Leafs. Cristobal in net. Sweaty, water splashing from his blue bottle. At 22, I fell hard. Tall blonde, 5’5″, 115 lbs. Piercing blue eyes. Firm 36B tits. Toned ass from tennis and soccer. Living solo in my Les Mesnils luxury apartment, Quebec. Plush leather sofas. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the St. Lawrence. Silk sheets on the king bed. Fresh from comms school, modeling gigs paid the bills.
Summer heat scorched. Tired of Billy Boy, my vibe. Tennis with Erika, my nympho brunette bestie. Spilled my Cristobal fantasies. She laughed. ‘I know his best friend Antoine. Swiss hunk. Coming over tonight.’
The Privilege
Erika’s penthouse suite gleamed. Marble counters. Crystal glasses. We dined. Antoine puzzled by me. ‘She wants to fuck Cristobal,’ Erika blurted. He smirked. ‘He won’t bang a stranger.’
Wine flowed. I climbed the glass table. Slow grind to the beat. Kissed Antoine hard. Tongue deep. Erika watched, amused. He pulled back. ‘Enough for a call?’
Straddled Erika. Peeled her tank top. Massive tits free. Sucked her hard nipples. Hand under skirt—no panties. Pussy dripping. Exposed her to him. Knelt. Spread her lips. Licked her swelling clit. She moaned. Came hard, flooding my mouth.
She flipped me on the table. Yanked my soaked thong. Tongue on my clit. Fingers probing. Antoine’s bulge throbbed. Gripped it. ‘Pants off.’ Rock-hard cock sprang free. Sucked him greedy. Erika fingered me. He joined. Double digits stretching me.
He slammed in. Filled me deep. Erika on my face, grinding. I exploded. She bent for anal. He pounded her ass. Slaps echoed. I licked her. We all peaked. Bent for his load. Sprayed our tits. Licked it off each other.
‘Oui, I’ll call him,’ Antoine gasped.
Next day, noon. Phone buzzed. ‘Cristobal.’ Heart pounded. ‘Dinner at mine?’
7 PM knock. My red silk dress clung. No bra, no panties. Leather sofa soft under us. Carpaccio de canard, ginger-pineapple. Rich red wine, velvet on tongue. City lights twinkled below.
The Excess
Talk turned hot. His French accent melted me. ‘Dessert in the salon?’ Sofa awaited.
Bent over table. He pressed behind. Neck kisses. Goosebumps. Hands on arms, silk-smooth. Spun. Kissed fierce. Dress slipped off like water.
Naked glory. Coughed my neck. Sucked nipples pink and hard. Down belly. Leg on sofa. Face in my shaved pussy. Licked wet folds. ‘Excited, slut?’
Fingers plunged. Tongue on clit. Double assault. I shattered, screaming.
His turn. Dropped trou. Thick cock. Hands like silk stroked. Deep throated. Balls tightened. Pulled back.
Opened wide. Teased entrance. Thrust slow. ‘Tight pussy.’ Railed deep. Walls clenched.
Against wall. Legs wrapped. Sweat poured down his ripped back. Endurance endless. Came again.
Bedroom. Rode reverse cowgirl. Contracted tight. Fast bounces. He erupted inside. Hot flood.
Cuddled nude under silk. City silent beyond glass walls.
