Two years back, my cozy Parisian apartment hummed with solitude. Lover away at a conference. I craved filth. Last free day before his return. Pussy throbbing. I answered a stranger’s ad online. Prof, 55, Sorbonne smartass. He demanded whore gear: black leather mini, sheer white tee no bra, tiny cotton panties to soak. Booties on. I dressed, mirror slut staring back. Heart raced. Taboo buzz hit hard.
Restaurant first. Wine flowed. Chats deep, flirty. His eyes devoured my tits, bare legs. Invited home. Door shut, lips crashed. Hands roamed. Peeled my coat. He sniffed my damp crotch. Pulled panties aside, tongue dove in. Lapped my gushing slit. I soaked the cotton white. He fucked me raw, pulled out, spurted thick ropes on my panties. Sticky mess clung.
The Awakening
Nap after. Woke horny. Sucked his cock, semi-hard. He ate me again, expert tongue on clit. I came shuddering, juices flooding. Late now. ‘Stay,’ he begged. Surprises coming. Excitement spiked. I lounged, daydreamed of lover’s cock tomorrow. 7 PM stir. He invited friends. No outfit change. Perfect for my exhibition kink. Strangers’ eyes on my slutty tease.
8 PM. Two couples. Fifties pair: him predator, eyes hungry. Her, Babeth, auburn waves, sheer black dress, pale shoulders, bossy perv vibe. Thirties couple too. Kisses, intros. Gazes lascivious. Felt like cheap whore. Loved it. Pussy leaked.
Boudoir seclusion, us three. Babeth pressed close, gobbled my mouth, tongues wrestling. Hand shoved under skirt, vulgar grope. Fingers plunged my sopping hole. Whispered filth: ‘Pisseuse, salope, putasse.’ Shame burned, clit swelled. I hiked her dress, probed sticky gash. She ground down, wetter.
She sprawled on bed, legs splayed. ‘Lick me.’ Hesitated. Dove in. Musky stench, tangy rot mixed sweet. Tongue swirled, lapped folds. Nibbled swollen clit oozing honey. She moaned loud. Hand between my cheeks. Finger pushed panties aside, into tight asshole. Twisted deep, stretched. Waves hit. Wanted to squirt cum, piss everywhere.
He rammed me then, beast mode. Babeth watched, pinched my nips. I came like a bitch in heat. Night blurred. Alone later with prof. Exhausted, wired. Bed cuddles. He begged story recap. Told all. He jerked to it, said my ass best. Fucked me slow, deep.
The Raw Act
Morning flee. Panties crusty, cum-dried. Home. Lover early surprise. Hugged tight. Peeled coat. Kissed wild. Pussy still slick with remnants. He dove between thighs. Sniffed that suspect cock-musk. Kissed me with soiled lips. Fucked furious. I came hard. Coffee, croissants. Spilled it all. His eyes lit.
Then handed letter. Three years prior secret. Fat old perv, 65-70, luxe pad. Champagne binges. Pissed panties for him. Licked my sop. I teased his floppy dick, huge balls. Gifts: bag, boots you love.
Next: Eclair shoved in my panties. Cream oozed ass, cunt. He spooned, slurped it out. Tongue scooped chocolate filth. I dug it.
Later: Cake crammed his cotton briefs. Smashed against balls. Licked clean, ate every gooey bite. Vile, then addictive.
Quit him. Found you. Now you know my core: cream-slut, ass-craver, stranger-fucker. Thrill lingers. Secret shared, bond dirtier.