Wake up. Anne shakes me. ‘Monsieur waits downstairs.’ Groggy, I crave sleep, oblivion. But we rise. Quick shared shower, steam on marble tiles. Downstairs, naked as always. Wilfried beams, towel around his waist. ‘Surprise awaits. Salon, now.’ Éléonore there, nude, radiant. We embrace, lips brush. ‘Sit on the leather sofa, legs spread. Caress idly, no words, no laughs.’ We obey. Éléonore center, my leg over her thigh, soft skin yielding. Fingers trace thighs, breasts, teasing without climax. Doorbell rings. ‘Continue.’ Voices in hall. Young man’s: ‘Bonjour, Maître.’ Cedric. My boutique boy. He enters nude, recoils, hands cupping cock. Shame flushes him crimson. Positions before us, eyes shut, erection rising rigid. Wilfried strips towel, slaps ass, flicks shaft. ‘Eyes open. Recognize Lea?’ Cedric stammers admissions: loved my nakedness, handjob, his cum. Wilfried mocks his bi claims, praises his mouth, ass. Girls giggle inwardly.
Anne, Éléonore circle him. Hands glide shoulders, chest, thighs, pry cheeks, finger anus. Breasts smear torso, asses grind, pubes tease bound hands. They straddle thighs, wet cunts sliding. I masturbate shamelessly, feet hooked, knees wide, fingers plunging slick heat. He throbs untouched, pre-cum beads. They kneel, caress inner thighs, balls, perineum, deep anal probe. I climax first, waves crashing. Cedric erupts, jets splattering belly. Wilfried sucks it clean, claims bisex pleasures. Then commands Anne sofa-edge, knees up. Cedric sucks Wilfried’s cock wet, then laps her pussy clumsily. Wilfried spits-lubes, fingers, mounts his ass slow. Thrusts piston, Anne masturbates harder. We watch, mesmerized—man fucking man, novel thrill. Éléonore and I kneel sides, caress him: asses, perineum, balls. Climax roars; Wilfried jerks Cedric dry spurts. Cleanup: boy licks own cum, Wilfried’s spent cock, fecal hints.
The Privilege
‘Dress, to Mathilde.’ Clothes in kitchen: my tiny shorts hugging ass, sheer top. Them too—leather minis, tied blouse, no undies. Parking: Mathilde demands knees, pussy kisses, tongue probes. Strip nude again. Spread, hands head. Fingers ram cunt rough, nipples twist. ‘For training.’ To her mansion, nude backseat, thighs pressed warm. Éléonore soothes. Dungeon: chains, gyno table, whips, dildos. Collared leashed me doggy. Anne, Éléonore suspended spread, barred ankles, gagged. Mathilde nude, grinds my face, riding crop stings ass, cunt. I submit, tongue clit, suck. Crop targets lips, sparks pleasure. She squirts hand, I lick. Then Anne: we double-team her to orgasm. Éléonore: electric prod—tits, ass, anus, clit. She fountains, drenches me. Bound blindfolded. Women swarm: 24 total. Hands, mouths invade—fingers fuck holes, tongues devour. Orgasms chain, bodies grind, moans echo. Sweats mix, cunts gush. Exhaustion.
Mathilde frees us tenderly. Shower steam, soapy caresses soft. Dressed, Wilfried honks. Embraces. Car purring Paris streets. ‘Special restaurant awaits.’ Silence wraps luxury leather seats. Secrets sealed, body spent, elite hunger lingers.
