Dear readers,
Before diving deeper, remember I’m no writer. These are raw transcripts of my sensations, my thrills. Crude words fueled my bonds with men like Étienne, my father-in-law—a true pervert. I loved his fantasies. Take it as is.
The Privilege
I jolt awake. Head pounding. Body sore. Ass throbbing. Hangover haze clears. Memories flood: last night’s drunken surrender. Fucked. Sodomized. Real. No dream. God, what have I done? Off the pill for months. Forgot. Pregnant? Pierre would know. Last fuck with him: over a month ago. Disaster.
Yet my belly warms. Pleasure echoes. Ass pain stirs heat. First time bent over, taken like a slut. Body betrays me. Stop. Must stop.
Nine a.m. Villa silent. Fear his fiery gaze. His cock. No. Must confront. Tell him: mistake. Beg silence.
Long tee to mid-thighs. Panties. Barefoot. Stairs creak. Each step: expect him. Outfit screams slut. Tits swing free. Legs bare invitation. Tousled curls: fresh-fucked glow.
Kitchen gleams. Marble counters. Ocean view beyond glass walls. Brew coffee. Savor bitter heat. Sink next. Scrub pan. Hands grip hips. Scream. Heart races. Him. Close. Cologne wraps me. Desire ignites. Kiss on neck. Palms stroke belly.
“Morning, Déborah. Slept well? You smell of sex. Divine.”
Heart thuds. Grip sink. Arch back. Offer ass. He grabs. Kneads tits roughly. Nipples ache hard. Shirt up. Panties ripped. Shreds fly.
“No panties for me. Ever. Understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Fingers part cheeks. Plunge pussy. Two deep. Ondulate. Beg. Shirt on back. Tits dangle. Gland nudges lips.
“Spread wide.”
Thighs part. He thrusts. Splits me. Fills deep. I roar. He pounds. Orgasms crash: two, three. Endless stamina. Climax nears. Spins me. Knees hit tile. Cock rams throat. Choke. Swallow all. Lick clean.
He strides to infinity pool. Dives in. Gone. I’m wrecked. Addicted. Shower steams. Hot jets soothe.
Noon. Sundress hugs curves. He lounges on leather sofa. Champagne chills. Vintage bubbles. Two flutes.
“Celebrate us. Your body’s made for this.”
Eyes lock. Toast. Sip crisp gold. Bottle empties. Heads spin. Four paws on méridienne. Dress up. String spotted.
“No panties.”
Slap stings. “Ow!”
The Excess
Another. Tears. Rips it. Fetches towel. Razor. Foam.
“Making you perfect.”
Foam coats mound. Blade glides. Humiliation floods pussy. Drips. Tiny triangle left. Flip. Ass cheeks spread. Razor traces crack. Cream soothes. Thumbs probe anus. Deep. Then cock in cunt. Thumbs stretch hole. Finally: anal ram. Brutal. Savage. I scream ecstasy. Black out cumming. He floods ass. Leaves me spent.
Night: his wife’s negligee. Fucks me senseless. Anal again. Midnight encore. Dawn: thirteen hours. Ruined. Nivea creams fire.
Poolside lounge. He absent. Next morn: croissants scent. Coffee brews. “Morning. Rested?”
“Yes.”
“Outing. Dress ready. No bra. No panties.”
White dress: mid-thigh. Lace top hints tits. Jean jacket teases. Sneakers. He ogles. Brushes nipple. Hard.
Drive winds. Hill base. Pine scents. Ruins crown. Sweat beads. Summit: sea panorama. Village gleams.
He presses. Cock hard on ass. Grind back.
Photos snap. “Lift dress.”
Bare shaved pussy. Fingers slick lips. Masturbate deep. Sit wall. Tits out. Heavy. He gropes.
“Ass now.”
Bent. Spread. Finger anus. Pics endless.
Sits me. Cock out. Skullfuck savage. Saliva drips. Finger lubes ass. Gland pushes.
“Breaking your ass, slut.”
Inches deep. Sobs mix moans. Pounds. Cums hot inside. Pulls. Clean filthy cock. Taste ass, sweat. Pussy floods. Cum leaks.
“Good girl. Love photos? Meet a friend soon.”
To be continued.
