The hallway smelled of old varnish and faint piss. Paris night, after dinner with Marc. His hotel loomed next door. We walked, buzzed from wine, cocks still half-hard from earlier fucks. A couple slipped into the neighboring immeuble. I jammed my foot in the door. Heart slammed. ‘Follow me,’ I whispered. Pulled him in. Light flickered out. Dark now. Parquet creaked under our shoes. Shadows everywhere. Doors lined the walls—neighbors asleep, TVs off. His breath hot on my neck. ‘Crazy slut,’ he growled low. I pushed him against the cold wall. Fumbled his zipper. His thick 22cm cock sprang free, veiny, leaking pre-cum. Eyes locked. Risk burned. Anyone could wake, hear us. Stairs above creaked faintly—someone moving? We froze. Then I dropped to knees. Marble bit them. Dim emergency light filtered under a door nearby. His hand gripped my hair.
No time for tease. Mouth open wide. Saliva dripped. Swallowed his head—salty, musky. Gagged soft as he thrust. ‘Shh,’ he hissed. Walls thin. Echoed slurps muffled by my throat. Balls heavy in my palm, hairy, swinging. Parquet groaned as he shifted. Fuck. Neighbor’s dog barked once, distant. Adrenaline spiked. I sucked harder, tongue swirling shaft. Deep-throated, choking quiet. Spit trailed down chin, pooled on floor. His groans—barely audible grunts. ‘Good bitch… take it.’ Fingers dug scalp. Pushed deeper. Nose in pubes. Held there, eyes watering. Light sliver from under door danced—someone up? Footsteps? No. Just pulse roaring. My cock throbbed, untouched, leaking in pants. Risk made it huge. Whole building could catch us—married dads, old ladies, kids. Transgressing right here.
The Contact
He tensed. ‘Gonna cum.’ No pull-out. I wanted it. Gulped frantic. First hot spurt hit throat—thick, bitter flood. Swallowed greedy. More ropes, overflowing. Licked clean, squeezed balls for last drops. No spill. Stood quick. Lips swollen, breath ragged. He kissed rough, tongue probing cum-taste. ‘Filthy whore.’ Wiped mouth. Zipper up. Heart hammered wild. Door to street—cracked open. Slipped out. Cool air hit face. No one saw.
Stairs to metro. Passed a tenant—old guy, yawning. Eyes flicked over us. Suspicious? Grinned inside. Secret safe. Back to hotel alone. Cock still buzzed. Jerked replaying hallway—creaks, grunts, cum-swallow. Neighbors oblivious. My dirty thrill. Pulsed load on sheets. Whispered thanks to dark.