Sitting on the steps by the emergency exit, I light a cigarette. Cool night air hits my skin after the chaotic wedding shift. Serving drunk guests, dodging confetti—exhausting. It’s only 9 PM, but the caterer cuts us loose. Waiting for Noé and Tom to head home. Morning quickie in the van was hot, but now I’m beat. Just wanna crash alone.
Phone buzzes. Stéphane. ‘Two clients in. Serge gone. Taking forever.’ August slow at the restaurant. I picture him bored at the bar. We text. Turns out, no cash to pay. I joke: settle in kind. ‘In nature then,’ he fires back. Minutes later: ‘Great idea. I’ll tell you.’ Then a call. ‘Don’t talk. Just listen.’ I crank volume, heart pounding.
Igniting the Forbidden Spark
Voices muffled. ‘Pay your meal by pleasing me. Touch each other… Strip.’ Moans rise. Fuck, he’s serious. Watching two chicks go at it. ‘Lick her good… Finger her deep… Suck my cock while she eats you.’ My pussy throbs. Was dead tired; now soaked. Can’t touch myself—too risky. ‘On all fours, kiss… Ahhh, fuck!’ He cums. Inside? Mouth? Dying to know. Phone cuts as boys exit.
Grab my bag, join them at the van. ‘Still game?’ Hell yes. Stéphane lit the fuse. ‘Somewhere comfy, not the van.’ Noé: ‘My place? Dad and your aunt at a wedding in Flanders. Late return.’ Risky, but Pascale won’t catch us. Pile in. Noé drives. Tom and I heat up. Unzip him, grip his thick cock. Too tight to suck, so spit-lube my hand. Stroke slow, then fast. His fingers dive between my thighs, finger-fuck my dripping slit.
Stumble into his room. Clothes fly. Kiss, grope, grind. Snap a pic: knees up, pussy exposed. Text Stéphane: ‘Home tomorrow. Got stories too.’ Toss phone. Sit on bed edge, grab both cocks. Lick heads, deepthroat one, then the other. They groan, hands in my hair. Tom: ‘Doggy. Noé on bed, she’ll suck you while I eat her.’
Raw Double Penetration Ecstasy
On all fours, swallow Noé’s dick. Tom tongues my folds, fingers plunge. Moan around cock—too good. He yanks hair, shoves me back down. Condom rips. Tom slams in. Noé forces deeper throat. They use me like a fucktoy. Tom’s finger probes my ass. ‘Bet a slut like you loves anal?’ Nod yes, cock-stuffed. ‘Wanna swap?’ Spit out: ‘Yes. Noé in my pussy, you in ass.’ They freeze—shocked. I own it now.
Noé flat on back, condom on. Straddle, sink down. Lean forward. Tom lubes, pushes into my tight ass. Full. Separated by thin wall. He sets brutal pace—deep, pounding thrusts. I bounce on Noé. ‘So fucking tight!’ Sweat slicks us. Room reeks of sex. Wet slaps echo. Tom’s hips smack my cheeks. Fingers dig bruises. Rhythm falters—he’s close. ‘Cumming!’ Grips hard, unloads. Noé thrashes below. I shatter—screaming into his neck. Their cocks pulse, filling condoms.
Collapsed heap. Tom’s head on my back. Stroke Noé’s damp hair. Floor creak—nothing. Finally stir. Soft kiss from Noé. ‘Family holidays gonna be wild.’ Grin. Dress. Phone pic ready for Stéphane. ‘Sorry, heading home tomorrow. Work calls.’ Thrill lingers. Secret safe. Body aches tomorrow, but worth every forbidden pulse.