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This is the story of what happened to me one sunny afternoon in Paris. I was in France on business, but my return flight was cancelled due to an air traffic controllers' strike. My wife was also away on business and I was in no hurry to get home, so I checked in to a hotel and decided to see the sights.

By early afternoon I had had enough. It was unbearably hot, the streets were crowded with tourists and I was losing what little sympathy I might have had for the air traffic controllers. I sat down outside a busy café and ordered a beer. I was sweating profusely, and when the beer arrived I demolished half of it in one gulp. That made me feel a great deal better, and I found I myself settling down to watch the crowds pass by. As I was sitting there a young Japanese couple, laden with shopping bags, stopped by my table. The man (boy, really) was in his early twenties, about 5'5", with bronzed skin and died blond hair. The girl was shorter, extremely pretty with shoulder-length hair and a lovely smile.

"Excuse me," the girl asked, "may we sit here?"

I could hardly refuse, and, to be honest, I was glad of the company. "I am Taniko," she said, "and this is Eizo."

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Brian."

I stood up and we shook hands. They arranged their bags around the table and we all sat down. Taniko ordered coffee for them both and we chatted for a while. Taniko's English was impeccable; Eizo's slightly less so. They were an extremely likeable pair, and I found myself warming to them. When the waiter brought their coffees I ordered another beer.

As we chatted, I felt something brush against my leg under the table and I realised Taniko was playing footsie with me! I looked at her in surprise and she smiled. Both of them giggled in that endearing way Japanese people have.

"Would you like to come to our hotel?" Eizo asked. There it was, the offer couldn't be made much clearer. I replied with the understatement of the year. "That would be very nice," I said.

Their hotel room was much like my own, only slightly more upmarket. Taniko suggested I go into the bathroom and undress. I stripped off and had a good look at myself in the mirror. Stocky and hairy, I would never win any beauty contests, but I'm not ashamed of my body; my cock is of above average length, quite thick, and if I say so myself it looks damn good when fully aroused.

I went back to the bedroom to find Eizo and Taniko on the bed. Eizo was lying on his back, wearing a pair of tight yellow briefs, his body was smooth and hairless and I felt a stirring down below. Taniko was lying next to him, face down. She was wearing pale blue panties and white ankle-socks. Her taut buttocks looked totally irresistible, and the stirring increased.


I knelt on the bed between them. Eizo grinned up at me nonchalantly, his arms crossed behind his head. I looked into his eyes as I ran my hand up the inside of Taniko's thighs. I allowed my fingertips to brush her pussy before moving on to her gorgeous ass. Taniko purred as I gently stroked her buttocks. Eizo nodded towards his crotch as if to say 'how about me?'

I placed my other hand on his groin. I could feel his hot cock throbbing through his briefs. I squeezed rhythmically and felt him getting harder. Taniko moved over and kissed Eizo, I could tell her tongue was deep in his mouth. I moved my fingers up to Eizo's waistband and pulled his briefs down enough to free his cock. It was long, slender and smooth, circumcised to reveal a glistening purple head. By this time my own cock was achingly erect. I ran my fingers lightly along Eizo's shaft and took his knob in my hand, slowly squeezing and stroking. Taniko sat up and reached over to the side of the bed for a tube of lubricant. She raised her eyebrows at me and I nodded, taking the lube from her. Reluctantly letting go of Eizo's beautiful member, I squirted some of the lube onto my hand and reached down between my legs, rubbing the lube into my asshole; that cool wet feeling in my most intimate place made my cock twitch with anticipation.

Eizo had taken off his briefs and was now lying on his back with his legs slightly apart, his cock jutting up like a church steeple. I smeared some more lube around his knob, careful not to rub too hard. I didn't want him to come just yet! I squatted over Eizo's engorged cock, lowering myself gently onto him. As I felt him nestle against my hole I relaxed my muscles and he slipped inside me. That was such a glorious feeling, to have him filling me, I could have stayed like that forever. I did remain motionless for some time, wallowing in that feeling of fullness, my tight ass stretched by his manhood.

Taniko took off her panties to reveal the most beautiful shaven pussy I have ever seen. Straddling Eizo's head she lowered herself onto his face. I couldn't see what Eizo was doing, but I assumed he was doing it right because Taniko started that strange purring noise of hers. I started to move up and down on Eizo's cock; he was just the right size, filling me nicely without hurting. Taniko seemed fascinated by the sight of me riding her boyfriend's cock. She reached down and brushed her fingertips lightly over my knob, softly stroking my shaft. Taniko was working up a rhythm, rolling her hips, grinding her crotch into Eizo's face; then she would stop as his tongue probed deep inside her before starting the rolling motion again.

I could feel Eizo's member swelling and growing within me, so I stopped moving. Leaning back, I reached between his legs and fondled his balls. Taniko took me firmly in her hand and started tugging at my cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth. I always find this extremely arousing and I could feel my balls tighten. I resumed my up and down motion, flexing my sphincter, squeezing Eizo's rod as hard as I could. Suddenly his cock spasmed and I could feel warm cum flooding my asshole and trickling out of me. As Eizo came, Taniko began jerking my cock roughly and I spurted my seed over her breasts and belly. The sight of my cum running down between her tiny breasts was such a turn on, my orgasm seemed to last forever.

Eventually Eizo's cock softened and slipped out of me. He had carried on energetically licking Taniko's pussy and now her whole body stiffened, her eyes opened wide and a funny little cry escaped her lips. I took her in my arms and pulled her to me as she came, smearing my cum between our bodies. Taniko uttered something in Japanese, but I didn't understand and Eizo didn't reply.

When we had recovered from our orgasms, Eizo went to the bathroom to clean up. Taniko and I lay on the bed, her hand absently stroking my groin. By the time Eizo came back, my cock was rising again. Eizo was stroking his own member, which was also growing rapidly. I looked at Taniko. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded.

Taniko got on all fours and I knelt behind her. Eizo positioned himself in front of her and she began sucking his cock. I rubbed my own tool between her buttocks, her skin felt so soft and smooth, and I almost came straight away. Instead I held back and let myself calm down. Then I placed the head of my cock against her damp pussy lips. She felt very tight and I didn't want to hurt her, but she pushed her hips back at me, demanding I fuck her. In the event, I slipped in easily and she squeezed my prick with her cunt muscles. She was incredibly tight, but so wet that I could fuck her hard without causing her any pain. I really pounded into her now, no finesse at all, just a good hard fuck.

All this time Taniko was sucking and slurping at Eizo's cock, drawing his fluid from his balls and up his shaft. As he came, Taniko let him slip out of her mouth and his cum shot high into the air, over her face, in her hair, some of it hit my cheek and dribbled onto my chest. I could feel my balls swell so I slowed down, keeping up a gentle rhythm.

Then Eizo wriggled underneath us on his back, position himself so that he could use his tongue, licking my balls, sucking them deep into his mouth as I fucked his girlfriend. Then he began running his tongue up and down my shaft and I started to thrust harder again. Eizo moved on to Taniko's clit, making her squeal. This girl certainly had a wide repertoire of noises! I pounded into her harder and harder and she came with a great gasp, pushing herself back onto my cock, clenching her muscles around me, trying to make me come. Eizo had my balls in his mouth again and he was sucking them hard as my spunk started to flow along my shaft, spurting deep into Taniko's pussy, overflowing and running down her thighs.

After that we were so exhausted we sank down onto the bed. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is waking to see Taniko kneeling between my legs, fondling my balls and stroking my cock. Unbelievably, it started to stir again. These horny young things were insatiable, and at that moment so was I...

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When I arrived back at my apartment, I found a letter had been pushed under my door. I emptied the contents of the envelope. A letter gave me the rundown of the next mission. I was heading to Paris. I had always wanted to go there and was actually excited. My target was an actress in an opera. She was the daughter of an important politician. Our client hopes to get her father to pull out of the race due to having to care for a traumatized daughter. The next page showed me her picture. She...

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Sexual Night in Paris

One night both Charles and Arlene end up at the Pavillon De La Reine, a four star hotel in Paris France. They made reservations just a few days ago and it’s not for a honeymoon or vacation it’s just a getaway for two people to escape and enjoy their sexual passion and desires for one another. As they are both escorted to their suite on the 14th floor overlooking the city of Paris both Charles and Arlene turn to each other and start to kiss. Charles has been waiting for this day for awhile and...

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An Unlikely Business Meeting in Paris

The taxi pulled up at Brussels Midi and Rose stepped out into a small puddle of water. She smiled at her own misfortune, which was common. The whole square had one puddle, and it just so happened that this was where she would put her stiletto. Somehow, despite her best efforts, complete elegance always eluded her but she accepted her flaws, as they were a reminder of her many blessings and as far as flaws go, the odd puddle was nothing to complain about.  Rose walked calmly through the station...

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Paris

The shop fronts streamed past while our taxi made its way through the streets of Paris. We were on our way to what Emily described as an adult circus. She had a friend who was involved with the event and was able to get us prime tickets and it was all very hush hush.Emily gave me a cheeky smile as our eyes met.“Don’t worry, this is going to great!” she reassured me with a wicked smile.My eyes strayed down her long neck to where her breasts turned into an elegant cocktail dress. A surge of...

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WristDeep in the Cunt Hole Vacation in Paris

I like to spend my holidays at home most of the time, but from time to time I take trips around European cities and go sightseeing. On one of these vacations, I travelled to Paris and treated myself to a stay at a more fancy hotel than I usually do, just because I fell in love with the interior. It was an old place, with lots of scrollwork, nice stucco ceilings and golden inlays in almost all surfaces. It even had a waterfall in the lobby and a great room.I stayed there by myself, but had taken...

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Springtime in Paris

After my first year of university, I visited Paris in early May to take in the sights. One particular day is very memorable.I visited Montmarte and Sacré-Cœur and then I wandered along to Place Pigalle, the “red light” district.In front of one of the sex clubs, an older, grandmotherly lady with curly grey hair approached me and asked, “Would you like to look? It’s free.”I hesitated for a moment, but thought to myself, “Why not?” and followed her inside. She led me up some stairs and said, “It’s...

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First visit to Libertine Club in Paris

This happened in February 2015 in Paris. I'm having to rely on my memory but it's still very vivid as we use it so often when we have sex to make us both cum so strongly. We were in Paris with friends and had done the usual Eiffel tour tour etc and had gone out for a few drinks after. The time was reaching midnight and our friends wanted to head back to the hotel. I persuaded them to stop on route at a nightclub I had heard about. I didn't tell them it was a Libertine Club as I wanted to just...

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7 of 9 gets help from Tom Paris

Lt Tom Paris had to hurry from the Bridge to sickbay. Voyager had just received an emergency distress call from the Delta Flyer. Apparently some strange gas had gotten into the shuttle and was messing up the ship's systems as well as physically harming Seven of Nine. Seven of Nine and the Doctor had been the only members of that particular away mission and with Tom being the only medical assistant he had to leave his post at comm. and head down to sick bay.Seven of Nine and the Doctor both...

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My Night In Paris

So I Was In Paris France Last Year Hanging Out With My Best Friend Maya Now Maya Has Been My Friend For About Ten Years Now And Me And Her Had Always Been Close Sometimes we would Cuddle Kiss and a Little Bit More, Even Tho She Had a Gf at the Time and One Night I was At her Pine House she She Asked Me To Come To Her Room she Took MY Hand and Just Kissed Me and not Just a peck on the Cheek i mean like Kiss Kiss French Kiss it was amazing she told me, iv been wanting to do that for a long time i...

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A creampie made in Paris

We went to Paris last weekend to catch up with some friends of ours, Marc and Johan. Johan loves photography so spent the day out taking shots, while the rest of us went to a café and got through some wine. After a couple of hours John came back and showed us the photos he has taken during the day and boy are they good. So Marc looks through the photos and accidentally scrolls through some photos of a young girl posing for some nice and naughty stockings and suspenders photos. Johan is a bit...

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Sexual Night in Paris

One night both Charles and Arlene end up at the Pavillon De La Reine, a four star hotel in Paris France. They made reservations just a few days ago and it’s not for a honeymoon or vacation it’s just a getaway for two people to escape and enjoy their sexual passion and desires for one another. As they are both escorted to their suite on the 14th floor overlooking the city of Paris both Charles and Arlene turn to each other and start to kiss. Charles has been waiting for this day for awhile and...

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Mom8217s Cock Party In Paris

Greeting, I am Rohan, 18, from Gujarat. I am a very big fan of ISS and today I am going to tell you guys about my mom’s first cock party and guys believe me it was really happened. In my family, there are three members. My father Bhargav mostly stays abroad. I Rohan, just cleared my 12th and my sexy hot mom, Ritu. She is a 39 year old MILF, with milky white body with perfect curves, she has a beautiful round face with big brown eyes and long black hairs touching her ass, she had a perfect pair...

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Wristdeep in the Cunt Hole Vacation in Paris

I like to spend my holidays at home most of the time, but from time to time I take trips around european cities and go sightseeing. On one of these vacations I travelled to Paris and treated myself to a stay at a more fancy hotel than I usually do, just because I fell in love with the interior. It was an old place, with lots of scrollwork, nice stucco ceilings and golden inlays in almost all surfaces. It even had a waterfall in the lobby and a great room. I stayed there by myself, but had...

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My trip to Paris

This is what I can remember from my last month's business trip to Paris. It was on a rainy day, when I strolled around the streets of St. Germain, when I came by a kind of old-fashioned hairdressing salon. As I passed it my attention was drawn when I saw an older but still very attractive lady in a chair near the window. Her bouffant hair was being teased and sprayed with lots of hairspray. I didn't dare to stop walking and stare in the shop because I had already drawn attention slowing down my...

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soumission agrave Paris

Dés mon plus jeune âge, j'ai été attiré par les choses du sexe. A Paris, lors d'un séjour chez une copine, il m'est arrivée une histoire cocasse. Aux heures de pointe, nous étions serrés comme des sardines dans le wagon. Tout à coup, j’ai senti une main se poser une fesse. Au début, j’ai cru à une maladresse, mais la pression des doigts de l’inconnu se faisait de plus en plus franche et commençait à s'insinuer dans la raie de mes fesses. J'ai voulu me retourner vers l’importun mais serrés comme...

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Vacation in Paris

I had booked a trip for me and my wife to Paris for a long weekend. It was in August and that year it was a heatwave with very high temperatures. After a day out in the city we always needed a long shower to get away from the heat (the hotel had no air-condition). This particular day my wife took her shower first and I took off my clothes and sat down in a chair. I looked through the window and saw that on the opposite side of the street a man just walked out on his balcony. He was totally...

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Honeymoon in Paris

I find myself sitting alone in a café waiting for my wife to reappear. Although we had been together for a year, and had already established the sort of relationship it was to be, we had now taken the plunge and got married. During the ceremony, when we promised to foresake all others, etc., I had given her a big wink which she returned. That was not for us! And now we were on our honeymoon in Paris. It had taken us no time to find out that there were other things to do than visit...

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