Autumn painted the estate in fiery hues. Birds gathered for migration. I lounged on the terrace, crystal liqueur glass in hand. John recommended this haven—serene, hosted by Mr. Smith. Velvet cushions cradled me. I pondered hidden desires, inspiration fleeing my writer’s soul.
John knew me forever. Childhood friends, wild reunions. He called me ‘darling,’ priming me for surprises. Few thrilled me anymore. The winter garden salon beckoned at dusk. Central fireplace crackled, tended by Mr. Smith. Mid-fifties dancer’s grace sculpted his allure. He favored voluptuous women, bodies slick with sweat in hormonal frenzy. Not my lithe frame. Yet his gaze lingered.
The Privilege
He used aliases. Tonight, Mr. Smith orchestrated discreetly, vanishing before peaks. John plotted this. Bath time: two bath attendants bowed, identical beauties. They undressed me silkily. Steam rose from marble tub, essential oils scented air—jasmine, sandalwood. One drizzled warm oil down my neck, shoulders, spine. Goosebumps prickled. It pooled at my ass cleft. I arched.
They flanked me wordlessly. Front one teased without touch. Eyes shut, I craved more. Hotter oil on throat, nipples hardening like diamonds. Flames flickered harmlessly, warming skin in particle dances. Hands kneaded ass firmly. Fingers plunged deep, effortless. Thighs stroked by phantom touches. Imagination birthed tongues: one rigid in pussy, circling wildly; another in ass; third sucking clit voraciously.
Breasts licked, bitten. Third woman appeared, forcing knees. Her pussy to my mouth—sweet nectar. I devoured as tongues ravaged. Orgasms erupted, geysers soaking tiles. They soothed post-climax. Faces identical, holographic. One faded. Last licked relentlessly till screams begged mercy.
Flames returned. Ten identical women materialized from thoughts. Hands, tongues, oils assailed. Pussies to lips: jacinth, honey tastes. Clit swelled gigantic. Cock dreamed—appeared, throat-fucked. Shared licks with another. Massive cock in ass, birthing tongue inside. Endless screams echoed.
The Excess
Showered, dressed in sparkling pailette top baring breasts, sheer fabric veiling mound. Anal jewel warmed, pulsed hormones. Heels elongated legs, jewels gleamed. Mr. Smith escorted to banquet hall. ‘Special evening, darling.’ Crawled onto table, ass high. Restraints locked limbs. Legs splayed.
Vibrations from jewel built heat. Hand groped ass. Mouth devoured pussy. Table slid. Mr. Smith replaced jewel, cock plunging deep. Vibrator on clit. Tongue alternated. Man fisted his ass—fingers, then thick toy. He pounded wildly. Mouth sucked his base. Chaos reigned.
Freed, men impaled mouth, pussy, ass. Double penetration lifted me limp. Forced kiss ignored. Women intervened, whisked to baths. Oils calmed tears. Thick robe, terrace liqueur. Thanked host, left note for John. Forgot red notebook. Estate loomed sinister. Picked stones, twigs entering forest.
Enchanted woods welcomed. Spiral stairs, boat with meal. Insect warned—ignored. Ate, dreamed. Grass tuft begged: ‘Fuck me.’ Became pussy, then woman merging inside. Boat’s oar-loop sucked clit. Hermaphrodites emerged from fabric, cocks and tits overwhelming. Hands deeper than flesh. Serpent coiled, morphed cock in pussy. Cum-sprayed face self-pleasured.
Woke amorous, calmed by forest’s hush. Marble-clad retreat sealed secrets behind glass walls. John awaited return. My elite surrender etched eternal.
