Saturday, 1:30 a.m. Châtelet bar glows dim. Friends slur words. Marc, Fab drunk. Me? One wine. Tired eyes. Couple shuffles in. Fifties. Plump bellies. Texas twang thick. Barman lost. ‘Olive, martini.’ I translate. Grins. Brad, Emily. Chat sparks. French accented heavy. Austin B&B invite. Laughs echo soft.
Emily touches. Hand lingers. Cheek brush. Arm squeeze. Brad smiles wide. Weird vibe. Friends whisper: ‘Big score, man.’ Bar yells close. Finish drinks. Out. Taxi swallows Marc, Fab. 13th arrondissement. My scooter waits. Thoughts swirl Emily. Turn back. Corner sight: them, sidewalk huddle.
The Contact
‘Hey guys!’ Hug crushes. Emily ear-whisper: ‘Hotel? With us?’ Pulse jumps. Threesome fantasy hits. ‘Yes.’ Brisk walk. Five minutes. Her hand grips. Neck kisses wet, hot. Brad leads fast. Hotel lobby shadows. Elevator hums low. Hallway carpet swallows steps. Keycard beep. Door clicks shut. Corridor light fades under frame. King bed vast. Bathroom tiles gleam.
She shoves bed-edge. Lips smash. Tongue floods mouth. Hand snakes pants. Fingers wrap swollen cock. Throb pulses. Unbutton frantic. Shirt flies. Bra strains. Tits massive, spill free. Nipples hard suck. She straddles. Breasts smother chest. Soft heat overwhelms. First BBW crush. Age gap fires nerves. Cock iron.
Rolls side. Beckons. Face dives cleavage. Motor heaven. Stands. Belt clinks hushed. Jeans pool. Boxers rip. Cock springs rigid. Skirt drops. Wide hips. Big ass cheeks. Pussy smooth, glistening. ‘Here we go, darling.’ Grin silent. Shower hisses. Flush gurgles.
Kneels. Mouth engulfs. Lips seal tight. Tongue swirls head. Vacuum pull. Groan bites lip. Brad towel drops. Plop soft. Belly overhangs. Cock modest, bush thick, erect. Glance steals. Kneads her ass meat. Yelp muffled round my shaft.
Edge hits. Pull free. Brad: ‘Eat pussy?’ Nod eager. Pillows prop. Thighs splay huge. Pussy lips part wet. Head dives. Thigh skin licks. Heat bakes cheeks. Fingers circle clit. Tremors run. Mouth seals. Lap base to nub. Suck fierce. ‘Hmmm, darling…’ Scalp claws gentle.
Bed creaks warn. Walls paper-thin. Guests sleep next door? Moans hushed. Brad knees up. ‘Men too?’ Face slick. ‘Yes!’ Why? Straight me. Green light.
The Indiscretion
‘Suck.’ Hand strokes. Mouth takes. Juices mix salty-sweet. Thrusts shallow. Love blooms dirty. Tongue rims me sudden. Wet probe ass. Gasp escapes. First fire. Emily clamps thighs. Orgasms bucks. Hands pin face. Basin grinds. Vibrates flood.
‘Fuck me!’ Condom rolls. Pussy swallows easy. Slick grip. Face tits bury. Thrusts short. Cum threatens. Pull. Belly down. Ass up. ‘My ass! Fuck ass!’ Tongue circles pucker. Finger slides slow. Muscles yield.
Cock nudges. Inch deep. Tight vice. Groan raw low. Brad: ‘Freeze.’ Lube chills finger ass. Twists. Withdraws. Cock presses. Stretches burn. Heat explodes inward. Belly slaps cheeks. Filled front-back. Daisy locked. Breaths sync heavy.
He rocks slow. Hips grip. I brace her curves. Cock pulses trapped. Thrusts quicken. Bed protests creak. Walls hear? Thrill spikes. Cum rips. Endless waves deep ass. Body drains. He accelerates. Pain-pleasure mix. Grunts final. Fills me hot.
Collapse sweat-slick. She peels condom. Tongue laps soft cocks. Cum spills tits. Fingers smear glossy. Head pulls. Face smears sticky mess. Never better.
Light peeks blinds streetlamp faint. Dress whisper-quiet. Door cracks. Hall empty. Stairs groan under feet. Heart thuds wild. Scooter cold seat. Quartier sleeps. Friends dream innocent. Secret burns sweet. Bisex sparks. Nights repeat. Hotel haunts.