The elevator opens to my penthouse sanctuary, thirty floors above the city’s pulsing heart. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame diamond skyscrapers twinkling below. Polished marble chills bare feet. Leather armchairs gleam under crystal chandeliers. A flute of chilled Dom Pérignon waits, bubbles sharp on the tongue.
He steps in, nearly nude. Black lace thong barely cages his swelling cock. I circle him, heels clicking. My black lace bra lifts full breasts. Matching thong, garters, sheer stockings hug curves. Hair slicked back, face stern. Sweet vanilla skin scent invades him.
The Privilege
Close now. Inspect every inch. ‘Kneel.’ He drops. Plug shifts in his ass, prostate tingling fire low in belly.
At my feet, he gazes up. I press thong-clad pussy to lips. Tongue darts over damp lace. Hips roll slow. Clit grinds his mouth. Back I push, smothering face. Thong aside. Slick folds direct. Juices flood him. Face drenched in my cum.
Halt. Thong snaps back. Hover fifteen centimeters. Eyes lock. Fabric darkens. Hot piss jets through lace. Salty-sweet floods mouth. Filtered warm. He strokes cock frantic. My smirk drips disdain.
Rise. Peel soaked thong. Gag him deep. Piss-musk and pussy nectar explode on tongue. Divine filth.
Turn. Ass cheeks part, anus winks. Squat low. Rub slit on his belly, slick trail.
Pause over straining thong-cock. Lips spread wide. Piss arcs hot on shaft. Soaks lace. Drips heavy.
Gag stuffed, plug buried, dick piss-drenched. Condom rolls on. Straddle. Impale slow. Walls grip tight. He erupts deep. Orgasm rips endless. Body shakes. Second state bliss shreds norms.
We collapse on butter-soft leather chaise. City lights blur through glass. He confesses. This mirrors fantasies confessed to his sexologist. Recurring jerk-off fuel. Hard to voice aloud. Therapy goal: revive couple sex life.
The Excess
She probes origins. He recalls first love, Sophie. Twenties. Wild fucks everywhere. Shared anal play. Fingers, tongues, cocks swapped.
Sex-shop run. Her short skirt teases stocking tops. Push-up bra strains sweater over heavy tits. He jeans casual. Parking lot grope. Hand slips under. Pussy soaks panties. She sheds thong. Demands he wears it. Twists in seat. Lace caresses anus. Cock tents jeans.
Store classic. DVDs dominate. Toys tucked corner. Vendeuse aids. Backroom models laid. She admits: wants to peg him doggy.
Cabins. He bends. Plug lubed in. Pays with knowing grin.
Home frenzy. Skirt up, pussy gleams drive back. Plug dilates bliss.
Living room. Him thong-only. Her lingerie, stockings. Cock bursts fabric. Kneels, sucks deep eye-lock. Sixty-nine. She grinds face, floods cum. Pulls plug, fucks ass with it.
She cums hard. ‘Your turn. Doggy.’ Fingers lube ring. Three deep easy. Straps harness. Gags with dildo. Powerful thighs, bushy mound, swinging tits. Pushes in. Fills full. Thrusts build. Trance hits. Cum pumps endless. Anus clenches waves.
Spent, sweat-slick. Gode stays lodged asleep.
His tale ends breathless. Gêne flushes. I smile neutral. Sessions like this daily. No shock. Glass walls seal secrets. ‘Next week, wear your plug. Practical drills.’ Champagne refills. Discretion absolute.