Silk sheets whisper under stadium lights. Paris Sexodrome’s penthouse control suite overlooks the arena. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame eight king-size beds on the terrace below. Velvet armchairs cradle our naked bodies—Thierry and Bixente bare, me in black lace bra, thong, garters, sheer stockings, twelve-inch stilettos. Champagne flutes chill nearby, bubbles sharp on my tongue. Power hums. We’re the voice of Bein Sexy, commentating Sex Olympics quarterfinals: longest vaginal creampie.
Thierry’s voice booms. ‘Welcome to the 20th Sex Olympics. With Bixente and Tatiana. Hope you’re fucking everywhere at home—we will here.’ Bixente grins, cock saluting my lingerie. ‘Tatiana’s slutty outfit has my adjutant at attention.’ I tease, ‘Contract clause from that bearded pig Martin. Revenge for rejecting his mustache cunnilingus. But Bixente’s dick tempts me.’
The Privilege
Pari ignites. ‘Suck me off in under ten minutes, I win cunnilingus from both. Lose, you fuck my pussy.’ Thierry joins: ‘Bixente loses, we eat you out. Wins, we both fuck you.’ Clock starts. I kneel, engulf his thick shaft. Velvet carpet soft on knees. Saliva coats veins pulsing hot. Tongue swirls glans, pro fellatrix mode—300 films’ expertise. He groans, fingers invade my thong, clit throbbing under assault.
Thierry narrates competitors below. Ukrainian favorites Sergei and Tania on satin Ukraine sheets. French Manuel and Julie. Spanish Christobal and Carlotta. American Lee and fiery Paris. Italian Antonio and Maria. Austrian royals Malko Linge—spy rumors—and Alexandra. Japanese Lee Jing and Hitomi. German Till and Claudia. All 25+. Gun cracks. Slow pistons begin, whips crack fannies for speed breaches.
Four minutes in, my jaw aches deliciously. Bixente holds, muscles clenched. Clock hits ten. No cum. I lose. Grin wickedly. ‘Fine. Pill-covered, no baby risk. Tech team, extra bed?’ Five minutes later, forklift delivers king-size to terrace. I lead Bixente by his rigid cock like a leashed stud. Crowd roars. Arbiters in micro-skirts, fishnets, shemale bulge flashing.
The Excess
We claim the ninth bed. Satin cool against my lace. Bixente mounts missionary. Inches stretch me wide, velvet friction ignites nerves. Whips snap below—Japanese too rough, American, Italian tardy. Accelerations, eliminations: Spain, Japan, Ukraine, US out early. Ukrainian wife chases hubby with 35cm dildo. Hard mode: fouets zébrer French, Italian gagged to anal quals.
Bixente hammers relentless. My screams echo, destabilizing Italian and German—they spurt before 40. Autrians win at 1:05, but Malko challenges Bixente’s record. Titans clash. Sweat slicks our skin, suite’s AC whispers cool luxury. Pub break: Bandaumax endless orgasms, cooling cum-jocks, Peugeot bikini sluts.
Back, Bixente devours my creampie-filled pussy. Tongue laps our mix—salty-sweet, intimate taboo. Climbs for sperm-tinged kiss. Podium: Germans third, Italians second, Autrians first. Italian draws anal gangbang gage—23cm strap-ons await.
Exhaustion claims us. Bixente’s record: 1:17:38.967. Arena fades. Suite’s glass walls seal our secret. Champagne refills, crisp victory. Elites recover in absolute comfort, whispers of next debauchery. Discretion absolute—murs de verre guard the filthiest privilege.
