Up in my penthouse suite at the top of the hotel in Constantine, heart pounding. One month into this job, and Abdel’s got me twisted. That 22-year-old rebel at reception, with his cocky stare, tight jeans, flashing red satin shirt unbuttoned low. Our eyes lock across the lobby daily. Something melts inside me. Tonight, I snap. After busting him fighting a coworker, I drag him to my office. ‘Come to my room at 8,’ I say. He smirks, eyes twinkling. ‘Make it worth it.’
I rush back, shower, shave smooth. Pastis to steady nerves. Door knocks. He’s sweaty from the outdoor stairs, chest heaving. We chat art, his paintings. Viognier flows. He sips white wine for the first time, loosens up. Laughter. Then, ‘I like boys too.’ Boom. Lips crash. His cumin scent hits me hard. Tongue awkward but hungry. I strip his flashy shirt, hang it neat. His shitty brief? Tossed. Gift him my black lycra HOM shorty. Fits perfect on his 6ft frame, abs like chocolate bricks, thick cock twitching under fabric.
The Awakening: Tension Boils Over
Bodies grind. I suck his nips, hairless skin shocking him. ‘Like a girl, so soft.’ His hands grab my smooth ass. ‘No hair? Fuck, hot.’ Down I go. His uncut girth fills my mouth, thick as my wrist. He grips hair, face-fucks me rough. Balls tighten. Hot spurts flood my throat. I cum hands-free, shaking.
Shower next. I soap his muscled back, red ass cheeks glowing. Kneel, suck him hard again under warm water. Towel chase, laughing like kids. Olives, anchovies, more wine. Yogurt fight turns messy, bodies slick, cocks raging. He fists us both. Honey drips next.
The Act: Raw, Unbridled Fuck
Bed. He begs to bottom first. Four paws, ass up. Oil him glistening. Tongue his tight hole. He moans. Tape his mouth for silence. Fingers in, honey-sweet. Then vibro toy, buzzing deep. He pushes back, greedy. I fuck him brutal, balls-deep thrusts. Cum roaring inside him.
Flip. Now he’s boss. Spanks hard. ‘Gonna wreck your ass, Frenchie.’ Spits on my hole, rams in thick. Fills me raw, pounding relentless. Sweat, grunts, forbidden ecstasy in Algeria’s conservative night.
Dawn creeps. He dresses, smirks. ‘Our secret.’ Back to boss mode tomorrow. But this thrill? Addictive. Crossed the line, lived the taboo. Worth every risk.