Sheryl and I flew to London on September 19, for her conference; Molly flew over on
Sunday. After the conference, Sheryl and I took a ferry across the
English Channel to France, and then drove to a chateau in a small village for a
couple of days to relax. Molly went directly to Paris via train and we meet her
there on Thursday the 25th at Karine and Genevieve's apartment.
Sheryl and I served all of them the first night. It was a routine of two
mature sluts, leashed and collared, serving the younger women with a bevy of
toys, some that Molly brought, others from Karine’s stash.
The
following day, Karine, Genevieve, Molly, Sheryl and I shopped and enjoyed
drinks at an outdoor cafe in the Tuileries Gardens. The girls didn't allow Sherrie
and I to wear panties and after a couple of drinks, they sent us downstairs to
the unisex restrooms to remove our bras and hand them over. After another
drink, Karine took Sherrie back to the restroom and had her suck pussy. When
they returned to our table under the trees, the traces on Sherrie’s face left
no doubt what she'd done. By then we were mellow from the wine and nothing
seemed to matter.
We walked
from the Tuileries up the Champs Élysées, window-shopped, then went into one particular
women’s shop where the girls selected flirty outfits for us. Mine was a thin cotton
shell top with coordinating gray thin cotton over blouse with two low buttons
and a black micro mini skirt. My nipples were definitely poking out but they
liked the look. They insisted that I buy a pair of gorgeous silver stilettos
and light gray thigh highs. I have to admit the hose and heels set off the
outfit. For Sheryl, they selected a turquoise camisole, matching open weave
knit top, and a cream-colored hip hugging micro mini. The top was longer than
the mini and she looked totally seductive, especially from behind. The telltale
traces of Karine on her face drew comments by the sales girl who giggled to
Sherrie about her being a slut in love with a young girl.
Dressed
in our new sultry best, we met Oriel, the older woman and art professor whom
we'd been with two years ago, for dinner at a sidewalk cafe. After dinner, she and
Sheryl headed to her flat for the evening.
Molly
said I'd go with her, Karine and Genevieve back to the apartment and maybe hit
a bar along the way. After a few blocks, we turned down a dimly lit tree lined
street. Karine and Molly stopped on the steps of a building; Karine smoked a
cigarette and talked on her cell.
Genevieve
stayed with me, I asked her what was going on and she said Karine needed to
talk to Molly. But shortly, two guys, probably late 20's, approached Genevieve
and me, spoke to her in French and looked at me in a way that made me feel
uncomfortable. One of them asked if I was American and I said I was. He asked
if I was enjoying myself in Paris then said I was very pretty and they’d like
to buy me a drink and take me dancing. I said that I was with friends and didn't
think so. This guy, Raphael, dark hair, rather handsome, kept chatting with me
in English and insisting I go with him and his friend and they'd like to show
me a good time. Again, I declined.
Karine
and Molly rejoined us and Karine asked what was going on. I told her briefly. Karine
motioned us to a nearby passageway between two buildings. Once there, she said
I should get to know these guys, that they were friends of hers. I told her I
didn't feel like clubbing or drinking and wanted to go back to the apartment.
She said we would but I should make Raphael feel good.
Puzzled, I
looked at her, then Molly. Molly told me that I was going to suck this guy off.
I told her she was crazy. She slapped me and said I'd do what she wanted. She
put her hand under my new skirt, palmed my cunt and announced to everybody that
I was wet. She showed Raphael and his friend, Tomas, my cunt. He smiled,
pressed me against the side of the building and he felt my cunt, too. I shook
all over. He gave Molly some euros, unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out.
Molly told me to suck it. I told her no but she and Karine pushed me to my
knees. Raphael stood in front of me and I started sucking him. The others
gathered around so no one could see what I was doing. He started cumming then
pulled it out and sprayed my face. He said in English that I was perfect; a beautiful
woman and whore who knew how to suck cock. I tried to wipe my face but Molly
told me to leave my shame on my face.
The six
of us left the passageway and started walking to the apartment, Raphael with his
arm around my waist. However, instead of going back to Karine’s, we went to an
apartment that Raphael and Tomas shared. They broke out two bottles of booze
and glasses and the six of us chatted, some in French, some in English. By now, I knew this was not going to be over
quickly and I was uncomfortable with the direction it was headed. I took Molly aside but she said I was here to
fuck, to shut up, and do what she told me.
Within
minutes, two more guys arrived; I sensed trouble. There was a lot of
conversation in French and the guys looked at me like raw meat. Raphael told me
he really liked older women, that I turned him on and Molly told him I was a slut
so why was I being so shy about it. I knew there was no way out of this. He and
one of the other guys, Stephen, came over and started kissing me, feeling me up
and swaying to the music playing in the background. Tomas joined in and danced
me over to the sectional sofa, which consumed about a third of the living room.
He pushed me down, unzipped his pants, hugged me and pushed his cock in my
cunt. One of the other guys, Tristan, stuck his cock in my face and put his
hands under my top to play with my tits. Everybody watched. Tomas rode me and
said I was a hot fuck and I reminded him of his mother whom he used to fuck. He
fucked me until he came. When it was over, I was almost ashamed of myself.
Molly didn’t
miss a beat. She pulled me off the sofa and she Karine and Geneviève stripped
me naked except for my hose and heels. The guys ogled me like candy and in this
slow choreography of lust began kissing me, playing with my tits, kissing my
nipples, palming my cunt and feeling my ass. Stephen put me on the edge of the
small dining table and fucked me while he played with my tits and then then
ejaculated on my tummy and tits. Raphael moved me to the sofa and began slowly
eating my cunt. Truthfully, he was good and brought me right to the brink of an
orgasm before shoving his cock my cunt and bringing me off. Tristan fucked me
and Tomas fucked me a second time, again telling me I was the first older woman
since his mother.
By now,
it was obvious to me that these guys really got off on using an older woman and
my age, which I'm sensitive about, didn't matter; if anything it made me more
appealing to them. I figured there was some kind of a mommy fantasy going on
plus I was the reincarnation of Tomas’ late mother. Since I'd made the rounds,
so to speak, fucked all of them, I figured my evening was over. I went to the
bathroom to pee then looked for my clothes.
Molly,
though, indicated otherwise. She told the guys I was a hard-core slut and they
were being too nice to me. Karine spoke in French to them, I don't know what
she said but they laughed in approval. Molly told them I was a latent cock
whore and could take anything they dished out, that I needed my ass fucked and
to treat me like a piece of shit. Then she said ... “if you want to get this
bitch going, try this.” At that point, Karine pulled a bundle of rope from her
large shoulder bag plus a few toys. I about dropped dead.
Karine
tied my wrists behind me. The guys stared at me in approval and stroked their
cocks. I was absolutely weak in the knees and quivering. Molly slapped my cumm
smeared face and smacked my tits and cunt with a small braided whip and the
short crop, both from Karine’s bag. Then she twisted my nipples and said for me
to tell them the truth about me. I admitted to them that more women than I
could count had used me plus a handful of men years ago. Molly rolled her head
and said something like … omg, here we go again, denying reality, tell them the
rest of it. I said sometimes these women whore me out for money and a lot of
the time I got roughed me up for their pleasure.
Karine
said she’d seen me in action with women, this was the real me coming out and
serving a few decent cocks shouldn't be a big thing.
Raphael
spoke directly to me and said he knew what Molly and Karine said, but he wanted
me to answer one simple question, “you will be ours and we can do what we want;
yes or no.” I told them “yes.”
The guys
became more serious, less gentle and considerate, and their play turned to
ravaging lust. One stuck fingers in my cunt while I was standing, another fingered
my ass and somewhere in the process Raphael began beating my tits with this
little whip; not hard, but enough to make me wince. He chided me for not
telling them what I was like. His kisses on my lips and nipples turned forceful
and almost brutal.
It’s been
ages since I’ve been with men and this hit me like an onrushing train. Inwardly
I rebelled but somewhere along the way, my cunt overruled my brain and it began
to get to me. I started to dig it. Tomas asked if I liked being tied up (as if
he didn’t know or couldn’t tell) and I nodded yes. Another guy said I was a bad
woman for not telling him what I was really like.
They
placed me face down, legs separated, on the small dining table. Their hands were
all over my ass, poking my hole, commenting on it before lubing it with cooking
oil. When the first cock entered me, I quivered and moaned like a cow. The more
they fucked my ass the more I realized it had been years since I’d had a warm,
hard cock up my ass and how different it felt, especially when the first guy
ejaculated inside of my canal. Also, what really got to me was Molly and Karine
watching and telling them to do more. One after the other, the four of them
took my ass. When they finished, Molly said I had cumm oozing out of my ass. I
felt it and didn't doubt her.
Geneviève
had been making out with some of the guys and one of them had fucked her. When the
guys finished fucking my ass, she had them turn me over on my back with my legs
still dangling off the table. She said something like … poor Evie, such a
whore. She played with my cunt then sucked it while she massaged my clit. The
change from the guy’s forcefulness to her smooth cunt licking put me in orbit
until I exploded.
I lay
there exhausted. The guys spoke in French then two of them lifted my legs,
removed my hose and stilettos, and began sucking my toes. I have never found
that particularly erotic but this time it kept my cunt pulsing. They separated
my legs wider apart and both kept sucking my toes while my oozing cunt was wide
open. One of them came over and ate my cunt. Genevieve was hovering over my
face kissing me so I didn’t see who did what.
Karine
said something in French and the guys moved me to one of the dining chairs and
tied my body to the chair and legs apart. Molly told me they were leaving and
would be back tomorrow sometime. I said something about being left alone but
she said I was in good hands. She put my clothes in my purse, which she took
with her. The guys paid her some euros. She smirked and said, now its official you’re
a whore. She, Karine and Geneviève left around 1:00 in the morning.
It took
me about two seconds to process this. Molly was getting her kicks, she had my
clothes, I was naked and tied to a chair in the midst of four guys who paid for
me. I thought, oh fuck! I asked my new friends for a drink. Raphael poured me a
shot of Cointreau, which I downed, then another one. He said (and I relate this
as closely as I can), … the rules are simple: we like to fuck, you like to
fuck, your Molly wants to give you, we paid her, they’d use me how they wished
but not injure me because a good experienced whore is a valued commodity. We all
enjoy and when it’s over, we’re friends.
I
thought; how simple can this be? Lay it out; this is what we do. I told him,
yes, I’m yours. I don’t care what happens. Something about my answer went
straight to my cunt.
They
tilted the bottle of Cointreau to my lips, let me drink and then drizzled some
on my tits and pussy. They sucked my nipples, drizzled Cointreau on them and sucked
some more. Then they tied my tits tightly until they swelled They shifted me so
my cunt was at the edge of the chair, tied my thighs so I couldn’t move, then
splashed more of the liquor on my tits, tummy and cunt. They took turns licking
my tits, tummy and kneeling in front of me to lick my cunt. I was on fire.
Stephen stuck his cock in my mouth; I sucked him until he came, and then sucked
Tristan until he spurted on my face. Tomas and Raphael did the same until my
face and tits were a gooey mess. They took a break, went out on the balcony and
smoked a joint.
I called out to them that I
needed to pee. They came back in, teased me about the situation and then told
me they’d let me pee. They untied me from the chair, untied the rest of the
ropes, then ushered me out to the tiny balcony and told me to pee. (The balcony
is maybe only 11-12 feet long and about 3 feet wide and surrounded by an iron
rail.) Shamelessly, I squatted and peed in front of them and anybody else who
might have been looking.
They drained the last of the
Cointreau. Stephen and Tomas dressed and went out to find more. Where in the
world one finds liquor at that hour of the morning was beyond me. Raphael and
Tristan fucked my mouth while they were gone. In a few minutes, they returned
with another bottle and poured another round for all of us.
Raphael told me it was time for
the ropes again, that they did not want me to get bored plus they had many more
ideas. At this point I laughed. We went to Raphael’s bedroom. They placed me
face down with pillows under my hips to raise my ass and my wrists and ankles
tied to the corners of the bedframe. At first, they teased my hole, still gooey
from their earlier fucking. But then, they began dripping candle wax on my hole
and letting it run down to my cunt. They’d alternate this with whipping my
butt. More wax, more whipping, not only on my ass but they beat the bottoms of my feet. I screamed.
Tristan stuck his cock in my mouth to turn my shouts into moans. The others
kept waxing my hole, beating my ass, whipping my feet and sucking my toes
again. After Tristan fucked my mouth, I pleaded for a cumm. Raphael told me not
yet and they kept on tormenting me. I remember being so turned on that I was
thrusting my cunt against the pillows as if that would do any good. Finally,
one of them fucked my cunt and taunted me about being a greedy whore. I begged him,
he rubbed my clit and I came.
They untied me; I peed before we
called it quits for the night. I slept with Raphael, Tomas in his room, Stephen
and Tristan in the living room.
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