Red Confession: Surrendered in Monica’s Paris Office

Paris. Late afternoon. Monica’s office. Elegant chaos of art books and nudes on white walls. She stands by the library. Tailleur beige. Black stockings. Black boots. Heart hammers as she smiles. Handshake lingers. Perfume invades. Juicy fruit served. Door clicks shut. Contract signed. Fast.

Music plays. My CD. Baudelaire’s poems. Surprise pulses through me. She holds the black book. Melanie Farklan. From Sex to Creativity. Voice drips honey. Eyes lock. She caresses cheek with black phallus sculpture. Polished metal. Shiny. Descends throat. Cleavage heaves. Breath quickens. My cock stirs. Hardens.

The Fever Builds

She bends to hi-fi. Skirt tight. Ass curves perfect. Stockings gleam. Imagination devours. Kneeling. Biting calves. Face in thighs. Beard scraping nylon. Pulse races. Heat floods groin. She turns. Knows. Smiles wicked. Book on table. Phallus teases lips. Mine? No. Hers.

Chemisier unbuttons. Black bra. Breasts swell. Sculpture dances over skin. Belly. Hips. Skirt hikes. She turns. Back to library. Jupe up. Inch by inch. Cambrure obscene. Thighs bronze above garters. String black. Bush dark. Phallus probes. Dips in. Glisten. My cock aches. Trapped. Throbs.

Door opens. Lorena. Curly hair. Massive tits. Hot towels. They kiss. Deep. Tongues. Hands roam. Monica masturbates furious. Phallus plunges. Lorena licks nipples. Serviette between ass cheeks. My hand fists chair. Cock leaks. Ready to burst.

The Blaze erupts. Monica nears. Half-naked. Jupe bunched. Tits free. Book opens. Painting glows. Yellow fire. Black spot. Erotic charge. She takes my hand. Guides phallus to her breast. Metal warms. Her nipple hardens under it. Lorena kneels. Between legs. Shirt opens. Tits swing heavy. No bra. Red blouse falls.

Ignited in Ecstasy

Fingers unbutton me. Hot towel on belly. Warm. Scented. Strokes chest. Tease thighs. Bump my bulge. Monica kisses. Lips part. Tongue invades. Fireworks. Spine ignites. Lorena frees cock. Towel wraps. Strokes. Slow. Firm. Dips low. Balls. Ass. Then mouth engulfs. Wet heat. Suction.

Monica grips Lorena’s hair. Guides. My hand thrusts phallus in Monica. Wet. Sloppy. She moans into kiss. Hearts pound sync. Sweat beads. Urgency claws. Possess. Devour. Cock swells. Lorena sucks deeper. Tongue swirls. Monica grinds on metal dick. Climax builds. Animal.

Explosion. Body seizes. Cock erupts. Spurts endless. Monica devours mouth. Lorena swallows. Milks. Phallus drops. Thud. Tears stream. Rapture. Waves crash. Emptied. Filled.

Ashes settle. Eyes open. They smile. Kiss over me. Share semen taste. Fingers fuck each other. Moans fade to sighs. Orgasms ripple. Tits crush. Bodies entwine. My mind drifts. New music swells. Violins wail their cries. Brass pounds hips. Percussion slaps flesh.

Skin glows. Still hot. Hearts slow. Unique. Branded. London awaits. This piece? Theirs. Monica. Lorena. Melanie. Inspiration born in cum.