It was a few years ago. I was 19, a communication student working weekends at La Baguette, the chic neighborhood bakery masking deeper secrets. Red mid-length hair, gray eyes behind contacts, 5’6″, 121 lbs, barely-there breasts that made me feel invisible. That night, heading to a club, I realized I’d left my purse upstairs in the penthouse apartment above the shop—ID, cash, everything.
I arrived at 9:30 PM. Lights glowed from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. I rang the bell. Hesitated. Rang again. The hallway light flicked on. Christine—Chris—opened the door in a satin kimono, her long brunette ponytail tousled, Mediterranean skin flushed, eyes sparkling. ‘Come in, Camille. We’re celebrating upstairs. Join us for champagne.’ Her voice was velvet.
The Privilege
She led me up the spiral staircase. The penthouse air hummed with luxury: soft leather sofas, crystal flutes bubbling with Dom Pérignon, the taste sharp and golden on my tongue later. I froze in the doorway. Paul, 35, athletic 6’1″, gray eyes, naked, pounding Sabine doggy-style on the plush rug. Her pixie blonde hair, tiny 5’3″ frame, huge breasts swaying. Eric, her husband, 5’7″, playful brown eyes, light paunch, caressed her back, tits, ass—also nude.
My pussy soaked instantly. Chris pressed behind me, kimono slipping open. Silk whispered against my skin as it pooled at her feet. Naked now, her 5’7″, 143 lbs, 90C curves gleamed under dim Murano chandeliers. She spun me toward the scene, breath hot on my neck. ‘Watch them revel.’ Eric hoisted Sabine’s legs over his shoulders, his cock sliding out of her smooth shaved pussy, glistening. Paul took over, Sabine devouring Eric’s shaft like nectar.
Eric positioned behind as Sabine rode Paul. His fingers teased her firm ass, then his glans pushed in. Her feral moan echoed off glass walls. Chris’s hands undid my blouse, unclasped my lace bra. Fingers circled my hardening nipples, pinching softly. Cool air kissed my exposed belly.
The trio climaxed in roars, Paul and Eric flooding her. I turned to Chris. Our breasts mashed, bellies ground, tongues danced. She stripped me fully—jeans, soaked panties gone. Paul pressed against my ass, semi-hard cock warm on my cheeks. Sabine knelt, removing my shoes. Eric fucked Chris standing from behind, his hands reclaiming my tits while she devoured my mouth, her orgasm shuddering into me.
They carried me to the leather sofa, buttery soft under my bare skin. Four pairs of hands explored. Chris’s tongue delved my pussy, fingers on my clit. Eric and Sabine suckled my tiny tits. Paul fed me his reviving cock—I sucked hungrily, instinctively. Waves crashed; my first massive orgasm ripped through.
The Excess
We kissed chastely after. Champagne refilled crystal glasses. Naked, we talked. ‘Ever done group?’ Chris asked. ‘No. Not with a girl either.’ Sabine grinned: ‘Liked Paul in my pussy, Eric in my ass?’ ‘Did it hurt?’ ‘Try it. Divine.’ Paul nodded—he craved ass too.
Chris kissed me fiercely, hands kneading my breasts, mouth sucking nipples. Sabine stroked the men. Chris trailed down, tongue-fucked my navel, then my dripping mound. Teeth grazed lips, clit. Fingers plunged. She mounted my face in 69. Her juicy pussy hovered; I lapped eagerly, mimicking her rimming, fisting.
Eric’s cock filled my mouth, then ass-fucked Chris inches from my eyes. Paul sheathed, entered me slow. I came instantly, repeatedly as he hammered, Chris rubbing my clit. Sabine strapped on a lubed dildo, pegged Eric’s ass over me. I spread his cheeks. Rhythms synced.
Eric pulled out, exploded in my mouth. Paul followed, cum painting face, tits. Girls licked me clean amid our floods.
I dozed sticky, sated. Woke in silk sheets, Chris nestled, Sabine with Eric, Paul spooning. Showered in marble steam. Kimonoed in honeycomb pastel, Chris poured scalding coffee. ‘Feel good?’ ‘Incredible. Never imagined.’ ‘Join our world. We’ll guide you.’ I kissed her. Yes.
