Footsteps echo softly in the dim hallway. Parquet creaks under my sneakers. Aline’s hand grips mine, pulling me forward. Light filters under the meeting room door. Muffled giggles from inside. My pulse hammers. This house sits isolated, but village cars hide under trees outside. Neighbors could wander by any second.
She stops. Whispers the truth. I’m her model. Maids train on me. Fingers in my cunt, tongues on my clit. For rich wives craving pussy. I freeze. Rage boils. I stomp. Tears sting. But trapped. No car keys. Stranded in this Breton backwater. Her eyes lock mine. Diabolical smile. ‘Perfect for your fantasies, Chantal.’ Shame floods me. Pussy throbs. I nod. Door swings open.
The Contact
Girls stare. Ten pairs of eyes. Cyrielle, the blonde teen stagiaire, blushes. Others smirk. Aline barks orders. ‘Strip her. Now.’ Cyrielle approaches. Trembling hands unbuckle my belt. Jeans slide. Culotte sticks to my sweaty slit. Village quiet outside. One creak too loud, and Mme C*** hears from upstairs.
The Indiscretion
She yanks down. Bush explodes, matted with sweat and juice. Cunt lips swell, hang heavy. String of slime snaps. Girls hoot. ‘Look at that hairy clam!’ ‘Stinks like fish market!’ Cyrielle kneels behind. Nose inches from my ass crack. I clench cheeks. Farts of fear bubble. She peels panties free. Pungent whiff hits room. Laughter chokes.
Hands to nape. I arch. Tits sag free as bra drops. Nipples harden, point down like sad udders. ‘Mamelles!’ Deborah sneers. Mirror curtain parts. I bend. Ass cheeks spread. Pucker winks. Cunt gapes, dripping. Girls gasp. Aline nods. ‘Touch her. Learn.’
Cyrielle first. Fingers probe my folds. Sloppy squelch. I bite lip. Moan escapes. Too loud? Light seeps through blinds. Shadows move outside? Patricia palms my tits. Squeezes. Pinches nips. Pain sparks pleasure. Magali dives in. Tongue laps my asshole. Wet slurp. I buck. Floor groans. ‘Quiet!’ Aline hisses. But my hips grind.
The Indiscretion
They rotate. Justina sucks clit. Vacuum pull. Cyrielle fingers my hole. Two, then three. Gush floods her palm. ‘Sloppy cow!’ Laury mocks. I hump air. Orgasm builds. Risk electrifies. Door handle rattles? No. Just wind. Margot straddles my face. Forces pussy on mouth. I lap. Salty tang. Grunts muffled.
Peak hits. Cunt spasms. Squirt sprays Cyrielle’s chin. She gags. Room reeks of cum and sweat. Bodies press. Hands everywhere. Tits mauled. Ass slapped. I cum again. Screams swallowed. Neighbors sleep yards away. One yell, and lights flip on.
The Silence
Spent. They pull away. Cum-smeared grins. Aline dresses me sloppy. Jeans stick to thighs. Tits flop untucked. Hallway next. Heart thuds. Creak. Light under door brightens. Voices approach. Mme C***? Cousins?
We slip out. Footsteps fade. Village square looms. My car waits. Keys shake in hand. Engine coughs alive. Glance back. House dark. Secret locked. Pussy aches. Thrill lingers. Neighbors none the wiser. But I crave more.