Sept 27, 2014: In Paris: Karine, Molly and the Guys (2)

Saturday morning Raphael woke and made coffee. He cleaned up, had me suck his cock some and told me to make myself beautiful. He went out to find breakfast. I showered. Tristan, to my surprise, joined me in the shower. He actually washed my body and shampooed my hair then dried me while sneaking in kisses to my nipples and cunt then dried my hair.

Raphael returned with coffee, croissants, hard-boiled eggs, cheeses and oranges. We devoured every morsel and washed it down with coffee and wine. He complimented me on looking beautiful again. Things were relaxed for a few minutes until they told me to go pee again and put my hose and stilettos back on while they smoked and talked.  I returned and found them looking at something on Raphael’s laptop. Whatever it was they didn’t share. They cleared the table and placed me on my back across it. He began kissing my cunt while Tomas sucked my nipples. Tristan tilted my face to his cock. Raphael and Stephan ate me then the other two fucked my cunt until I came.   They wanted another one and as Raphael said, they wanted my cunt fiery and swollen. They fucked me to another cumm and I sucked Tomas and Raphael until they came on my face.

Immediately they stood me up and Tomas held my arms behind me, elbows close together.  Raphael said they thought I would like this. He held my wrists in front of me while Tristan roped my wrists individually, not together but about 6-8 inches apart then ran ropes between them. They put a wooden rod, about an inch thick and 3 feet long, between my back and the crook of my elbows, and tied that to my elbows and upper arms. They adjusted the tension of the ropes holding my wrists until my hands were flat against my body at the top of my hipbones. More rope went around my upper body, above and below my tits and they cinched the rope together between my tits until they flopped over the lower rope. By then I was moaning and characteristically quivering in excitement. Tristan asked if I was excited, I was.

Raphael grinned and said the best was yet to come. He wrapped a rope around my waist and from the back, brought both ends of the rope tight through the crack of my ass, knotted it at my perineum, then brought each rope tightly up the side of my outer lips until I gasped then tied it to the waist rope in front. They made me walk into his bedroom and gaze at myself in the full-length mirror mounted behind the door.  The effect chilled me; my well-fucked and puffy cunt was prominently isolated and displayed, standing out and looked almost unnatural. I became so mesmerized on my cunt I moaned. I would have kissed my cunt at that moment if I could.  

He summed it up well in a few words … that I was a woman who will do anything for those who enjoy her. I admitted to them that I looked grotesquely whorish and loved it. Their cumm from the previous fucking glistened around my lips. My nipples were as hard as rocks and my face was flushed with excitement. They had me walk back to the main room. Each step resonated in my throbbing cunt. They picked up the small whip, a belt, the short crop and a bath brush. They commanded me to walk around. As I did, they began beating me, whipping my ass and tits and flogging my cunt. If I paused, they’d whip me harder and sometimes bite my swollen nipples and pinch my cunt lips. When they weren’t whipping me they were masturbating until one of them shot off on my cunt. They helped me kneel, beat my tits then squirted cumm on them. I sucked two of them off and they coated my face. Then they stood me up again, ordered me to walk and beat me until my body was stinging and I was yelling. This impressionistic scene, filled with verbal insults and whippings, which became progressively more intense, went on and on.   

During this sequence of walking around and whippings, Molly called to check on me. They told her that I was a magnificent whore. “Elle est une putian de magnifique!” Personally I found the words beautiful. Molly was satisfied and didn’t talk to me.

They whipped me more, sucked my nipples, rubbed and kissed my lewdly displayed cunt. My clit was standing out like crazy as if it wanted its own reward. They flicked my cunt and clit until I came.

They discussed things among themselves then told me they were going out for a late lunch (it was around 3:00). They gagged me with the ball gag Karine left then walked me to the balcony door then opened the door. For a minute I was afraid they’d put me on the balcony but as Tomas said, they weren’t that crazy because people in the street might love me more. They separated my legs to about shoulder width and tied my ankles to pieces of furniture so I couldn’t back away from the door. To steady me, they tied ropes from the ends of the wooden bar to the door frame.

Thoughtfully they held a flowerpot from the balcony under me so I could pee. Directly across the tree-lined street were other buildings, about 5 or 6 stories tall, like this one. I could see people moving past the windows. I figured that if I could see them, they could see me, if they looked. I wasn’t sure what would come of this.

But my view of this was short-lived. They last thing they did before leaving was to blindfold me with a sleep mask. They bid me goodbye, left and locked the door.

I didn’t know what to do. Truthfully, there was nothing I could do. Dwelling on that excited me. The blindfold was disorienting. My mind began to work overtime about who might see me from across the street. My cunt was still oozing and my drool spilled past the ball gag and down my face and trickled between my bound tits, soaking the ropes before tracing down to my tummy. At times, I’d pulse my cunt as if I could make contact with the ropes and get a cumm. Periodically, I’d hear someone yell or talk in a loud tone and I’d wonder if someone spotted me. I perceived that I heard “salope” and I’d tense. Whether I did nor not wasn't clear but my mind was running away from me.

As I waited, I thought how different being with these guys was; their toe sucking, the frequent compliments, eating my pussy, the nipple sucking and tit play, and their cumming on my face and fucking my mouth which they seemed to do as much as they did on my pussy and ass. Also, they weren't interested in nice long slow bj's, they truly fucked my mouth.

They returned, I have no idea how much time had passed but they talked sweetly to me and began untying me until everything was off.  I melted into their arms. The gag came out but they left the blindfold on and walked me into the bedroom. They started fucking me, one after the other, pussy, ass and of course, my mouth. It was hard, intense fucking, them cumming and bringing me off as well.  

Then they removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was Molly and Karine grinning down at me. I about croaked. The first words out of Molly's mouth were, “hello, whore, looks like you’ve been busy.” I crawled off the bed to hug her but she pushed me down and told me to kiss her feet in appreciation. I did. Then she told me to thank Karine the same way. She pulled my wrinkled clothes out of her bag and told me to dress. I wanted to clean up but I knew not to ask. I gathered Karine’s toys then had a passionate embrace with the guys. I thanked them over and over. Raphael said if they come to the states, they would see me. I told them I would. After a final round of hugs, we left.

Molly told me that I was giving her what she needed and was pushing me to give her more. She said the idea entered her head when she was in Amsterdam. Later, when Sherrie told her about the Paris trip, she contacted Karine to discuss the possibilities. In Molly’s few days in Paris before Sheryl and I arrived, Karine helped her put everything in place, including meeting Raphael and Tomas. She told them what she wanted and they were more than willing to participate. What happened with the guys is what Karine called “fetish rape.” She said the part about them liking older women is a fact.  Tomas fucked his mother and Raphael fucked one of his aunts.

I fucked Molly, Karine and Geneviève in appreciation then took a short nap. Sheryl returned around dark and all of us had a late dinner and related our experiences.

Molly flew home on Sunday, Sheryl and I traveled to Belgium before flying home.

Note: Raphael has called me since I came back. He wants me to see him again and has many new things to show me. I can only guess.