I pulled up to the family’s opulent pavilion at precisely two PM, the Bentley’s leather seats whispering against my thighs. Clovis had summoned me for tools. The grand oak door yawned open, inviting. Inside, silence reigned—kitchen gleaming marble empty, salon with crystal decanters untouched, office dim. A faint moan drifted from upstairs. Concern spiked. I ascended the polished mahogany stairs.
The sound sharpened: gasps, raw pleas from the end bedroom. Door ajar, I peeked. Frozen. Manon, 19, volleyball vixen, legs splayed on silk sheets, fingers plunging her slick pussy with feral rhythm. Her lithe athlete’s body arched, tits firm, pubis glistening. Innocent girl? No. Cum crashed through her, back bowing, cry piercing. My cock strained in bespoke trousers.
The Privilege
Impulsed by lust, I entered. She yelped, hands clamping her soaked folds. Explanations tumbled—open door, worried ascent. She demanded truth. ‘A beauty fingering to ecstasy,’ I confessed. Shame flushed her. I sat, soothed: her dream body, no sin in solo bliss. Chin tilted, quick lip peck. Her hand grazed my cheek, eyes doe-like. Gaze dipped to her drenched bush. Tension thickened.
My palm grazed her velvet thigh, inching to heat. No recoil. Lips brushed her cheek. She melted. Regret pulled me downstairs. Salon armchair, leather cool, mind reeling—her curves obsessed me. Clovis burst in, apologies, tools ready. Beers cracked, chilled crisp. Manon descended, fresh, skirt swaying, eyes winking complicity.
Clovis bolted for a meeting. She pleaded library run. I volunteered, Bentley keys in hand. Alone. Her hug masked my whisper: ‘No panties.’ Shock, then grin. She vanished to change.
Forest route, autumn canopy a fiery blaze through tinted glass. Leather cradled her sprawl. Bold talk: virgin? Yes. Craved skilled silence. ‘You.’ Direct. Fingers tested—bare, wet. Thumb rolled her clit. She bucked. Swerve saved us. Secluded glade ahead, private estate woods shielding us.
The Excess
Kissed deep, tongue invading. Hand kneaded pert breast, nipple peaking. She knelt, freed my thick cock. Awe widened her eyes. Lips kissed, then sucked—novice eager. I guided, face-fucked gently. Groan, cum flooded her mouth. She savored, licked clean. Power dawned.
Fingers invaded her slit, clit thrummed. She squirted, collapsed. Tongue delved: cunnilingus frenzy. She thrashed, thighs clamped my head, orgasm shattering.
Naked now, her on leaves like a fur rug. Cock poised. She guided in—tight, yielding. Slow thrusts built to pounding. Legs over shoulders, pinned, I railed merciless. Hand muffled screams. She exploded, me flooding deep.
Afterglow, finger tracing her cum-leak. ‘Seen the wolf?’ ‘Impatient for more.’ Revelation: trap sprung—door open, moans baited. Masterstroke. Tears, absolution. Secret sealed in luxury’s hush. Bentley purred homeward, her hand on my thigh. Discretion absolute, elite bond forged.
