Car hums on dark highway. Vivaldi swells. Geisha balls throb inside me, syncing with engine vibrations. Wilfried’s hand strokes my thigh, inches to my core. Pulse races. Night cloaks us. Clock hits 22:30. Gravel crunches. Château lights pierce trees. Parked. Heart pounds.
Baron greets. Smug eyes on my ass. I flinch. Wilfried’s grip firms. Inside: dim salon, candlelit tables, diners eyeing dancers. Bare tits bounce. Tiny shorts hug cocks. I fit in. Short and top skimpy. Hands roam partners. Heat builds.
The Mutation
Downstairs: moans echo. Alcoves fuck feverishly. Whips crack. Chains rattle. Woman writhes under lashes. Electro-torture arcs. I gasp. No. Wilfried pulls me out. Relief floods. Empty vaulted room. Spotlit bed waits.
Dinner done. Baron calls my name. Crowd surges. Boys grab hands. Drag me onstage. Girls rip off my top. Breasts bare. Shame burns. Music pulses. Boy grinds cock between cheeks. Hands knead tits. Other kneels, palm on mound. Rhythm takes me. Eyes shut. Grab his head. Press to pussy. Grind. Balls vibrate wild. Trance hits.
Girls swarm. Tits mash. Pubis grinds pubis. I seize her ass. Leg between thighs. Friction builds. She breaks. Alone now. Crowd watches. Baron, Wilfried, Luigi stare. Sixty eyes. Hands slip under clothes nearby. I defy. Hand dives between legs. Rub clit hard. Balls detonate. Orgasm crashes. Legs buckle. Boy catches. ‘Slut,’ he whispers. I snarl back inside.
Girl presses. She begs touch. Fingers dig ass. String soaks. She cums. I sniff juices. Power surges. Music stops. Applause deafens. Wilfried proud. Hands graze me. Luigi takes over.
Vault packed. Nudes writhe. Central bed: woman gangbanged. Five cocks claim her. Cum erupts. Luigi strips my shorts. Plucks balls. Crowd cheers. ‘She’s yours, ladies too.’ Fear spikes. Cocks jut everywhere. But I own this.
The Exploit
Luigi claims first. Huge black cock vertical. We fuck like alone. Ignore stares. I grip shaft. Massive. Lick frenulum. Balls heavy. Ass up for viewers. He eats pussy. Fingers stretch me. Tongue flicks clit. Waves build.
He mounts. Gland splits lips. Pain flares, then adapts. Filled. We roll. I ride. Control pace. He flips me. Reverse cowgirl. Face crowd. Men stroke. Women finger. I grind harder.
Doggy. Standing lift. Parade me. Hands tease. Back to bed. ‘Cum now.’ Thrusts vary. Lightning bolts. I explode first. Scream rips. He floods me. Jets pulse.
Now theirs. Cocks swarm. Mouth, pussy, tits. Cum sprays. Dancer boy: ‘Slut.’ I clench him. Woman squirts face. Fountains. Senses overload: slurps, grunts, sweat, jizz taste. I float. Endless.
Blanket. Carried out. Wilfried, Luigi. Backseat. Wake in garage. Anne waits. Nude. Shower jets clean sperm crust. Her soft hands heal. Bed. Embrace. Sleep claims.