Leslie In Paris
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I was tucked in my first class seat on my way from Tokyo to Paris, but I could not sleep. The double orgasm I just experienced in the lavatory (one from my boss after he shot his load deep into me, followed almost immediately by the one from the flight attendant who licked me clean) should have been sufficient to make me sleepy. I looked at my boss who was fast asleep in the solo cocoon besides me. I did not dare to wake him up, because I know that cumming twice was enough for him and one of the last things to enjoy is a creepy boss.
My hands found their way under the blanket and I caressed my wet lips. After our quicky in the lavatory, the FA was wearing my soiled pants and I was naked under my first class in-flight pajama. The more I circled my clit, the more I needed another cock. I wondered if I could sneak into business class and pick up a random guy and take him to the lavatory.
In the semi darkness of the cabin, I could see the FA coming to my seat. She saw that I had my hands under the blanket and beamed a wicked smile at me. She band down to me and whispered in my ear.
“I want you so bad, but business is crammed today, and they need my help.”
As if she could read my mind, she cautioned me.
“Please don’t go there and try to pick up someone to play. This is not fitting for a lady in first class.”
“But I need someone so badly!” I said under my breath.
She gave me a light kiss on my lips and told me to wait. She disappeared behind the curtain and soon came back with a small, round package, maybe ten inches long. She handed it to me.
“It’s mine, but you can have it for the time being. Be careful when you unwrap it.” And with another wicked smile, she passed through the curtain and into business class behind me. The package wasn’t heavy and even though it felt soft, there was something hard in it’s center. I unzipped the bag, and wrapped in a thin towel, there it was. When I saw it, I gasped and I looked at it carefully in the dim light. It was beautiful. It looked so natural! Even the veins on its surface were beautifully modeled. It was slightly curved, as I like it. It was two inches in diameter, and ten inches long. I had never before seen one, and I turned it in my hands and let my fingers run over it’s surface. The tip was round, and the head was modeled with a rim. At the other end, it’s base, it had two semicircular bulges, a hint of balls. For the first time I held a dildo in my hands.
I did not have to lubricate it. As wet as I was, it would slip in immediately. I spread my legs and let it glide in. it filled me completely and my lips were stretched. I did not care if anybody would hear me, I moaned in pleasure. When it was completely engulfed, I twisted and turned it, so that the ‘balls’ would be at my clit. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded me and I lay quietly to enjoy the sensation.
I always had dreamt to fall asleep while a throbbing and hard cock would fill me from behind. But without constant excitation men could only keep their dicks hard for a few minutes. In order to keep them hard, they needed some humping and pushing. That I always found annoying.
So, I decided to enjoy the feeling with the dildo inside me. I turned sideways and let the magic work its way. I kept still for about ten minutes, and I drifted asleep.
I didn’t know that it is possible to keep the seat in the reclined position during landing, but I woke up when the FA announced that we just had landed But first class passengers were maybe special. I was still in my ‘bed’ when we docked at the gate. Then an announce came that because of an emergency situation, the passengers had to wait before deplaning. I was still wondering what was going on, when the front hatch opened and four men in suits entered. They were tall and muscular. Two went to my boss, and tweo came to me.
“You have to come with us.”
I just had time to throw a helpless look at my boss. The two guys were flashing some badge at him and blocked the isle. My two guys took my hands and lifted me out of my bed.
“Don’t worry about your luggage. They will take care of it.”
I tried to protest, asked all kinds of questions, but the men were adamant. And they did not say a word on out way to a secretive room. We passed through a couple of unmarked doors, which opened like magic when we approached and finally arrived in a room with a thick carpet, and just one big chair. The men pushed me down on it and the door on the other side of the room opened. In came a very handsome guy in his 40ies who had an incredible aura. His perfume had an incredible effect, too.
“You don’t know why you are here?”
He did not wait for my answer and continued. “Let me tell you. You have engaged in unlawful acts on that airplane. You have broken not only French, but also international law. To tell the truth, you are mentally sick!”
I started to panic. Would they throw me in jail? But then, my boss would take care of me. Or was this a plot of his to get rid of me?
“Listen. I do anything you want. But don’t throw me in jail.”
“Shut up! You only speak when asked. You understand?”
I just nodded. He stood towering in front of me and put the fingertips of his hands together in front of his chest. He beamed authority, and I found that very appealing. As strange as the situation was, it had quite a big erotic touch to it. They knew that I had fucked my boss and the PA in that plane. I had no idea why this would be a criminal act under international law. Then I realized a big bulge in his pants. He saw what I saw and continued with a slightly husky voice.
“You cooperate and we get this little escapade of yours out of this world….or….we have to take you to court.”
I immediately knew what he wanted and I was very eager to reply in the affirmative. The sheer power of him attracted me more and more, and I was not reluctant to fuck him. I actually wanted him. With an approving smile, he took my hand and guided me through the door.
“We will give the time of your life. After tat, you will not be satisfied with just one man anymore.”
I had no time to wonder why he spoke in the plural, because we entered a big hall, like a dance studio. The room was warm and well lit. One wall was completely mirrored, but the floor was carpeted. In the center was a big, round bed. But what was along the other walls made my heart jump. Men of all races and nations stood there side by side. Tall, thin, fat, short, dark, blonde,…. Because they were reflected in the mirrors I could not grasp their number. They had their arms crossed in front of their chests and wore only boxer shorts.
Without saying a word, some men stepped forward and lifted me on the bed. Some took my hands, some my legs. Two hands went under my skirt and with a swift move stripped my pants down. They kept my other clothes on, and I was on my back and with my legs wide spread.
I tried to see who started licking my pussy, but too many hands kept pushing me down.
“She is wet and tasty, boss.” He interrupted his deep tonguing he was giving me. With my skirt all the way up to my waist, the guys who held my legs bend them all the way up to my shoulders, so that my waiting pussy was all exposed. I knew what would come next, and I moaned “Fuck me!”. With a single move, a dick entered me. It was quite thin, but long. I expected a slow start, but he immediately began hammering me in a rapid succession. Before I could even adjust my expectations and get accustomed to his frantic rhythm, he withdrew and shot his load up my belly. He came around the bed and kneeled by my head. Even without the guiding hands of some other guys I knew what to do and obediently opened my mouth to lick his salty drops. Without delay, a second cock followed were the first had stopped. But also his pounding was frantic and non-stop. When he withdrew and shot his load, it even reached up to my chin. Then another and another followed.
I was still wearing my office dress and I got worried about the cum stains on my white blouse and dark blazer. Not to speak about my skirt, which was completely drenched by then. They took away my luggage and I had no way to change into something clean.
“My blouse, my blouse…don’t soil my blouse…” I whimpered between the pushes of one of the guys. Immediately, many hands lifted me up and still others unbuttoned my blazer and blouse and pulled at the sleeves until both came off. The bra followed in a fly. Since they lifted me up, I could look around. All men had dropped their boxer shirts and were stocking their cocks. Even the ones who already had covered me with their cum were getting ready for a second blast.
How they looked at me with adoration was making me even hornier.
“Oh my…how many times will they make me cum?” I asked myself. It always had been my dream to be the sole center of a horde of men, but now I got a bit scared. Will they ever stop fucking me?
As much as I wanted it, not a single guy came in my pussy. With my belly and breasts exposed, they all chose to cum on me. I was thankful that they didn’t cum on my face, because it would ruin my makeup. But whenever I opened my mouth there would be either a dirty cock to clean, or one of the guys would scoop a bit cum from my belly and let me lick it. Hands were pinching my sticky nipples and smearing cum into every pore of my skin.
I enjoyed being the fuck slut of such a great number of men, but none would bring me to an orgasm. As if they could sense it, whenever I was close, they would withdraw and finish their load somewhere on my body.
“Make me cum, make me cum” was my constant begging and I became dizzy from the shaking of the bed and the constant rubbing of my vagina and slapping of my clit.
After what had felt like two dozen of cocks in me, they turned me around and the pumping continued from behind. Now it was my ass and my back that got drenched in cum. Also, more and more men stuck their cocks into my mouth and enjoyed my sucking and licking. After another number of cocks, the pumping and fucking stopped. All their hands let me go, and I had my eyes closed when I collapsed on the bed.
“Just one more cock, just one more and make me cum, pleeeeeeease.” Was my whispered wish.
“So be it.” I was the voice of their boss. “Gerome! Your turn!”
Many hands turned my cum covered body around and when I opened my eyes, I saw a huge naked man coming through the door. He was black and at least 8 feet tall. He was already completely naked and he had his immense cock in his hand while he walked in. With a broad smile he nodded.
“Wow, boss! Great choice today. I love tight Asian pussy and here you brought us a prime example.” He bent down and gave me a soft kiss on my temple.
“Lady Aki, how do you want it?” His words were so warm and friendly. Something that did not match with his huge body. I felt so stupid, but all I could do was looking at his immense cock. The biggest one I had even seen. Then I looked at my red, swollen pussy lips. As if he could read my mind, he said in a soft voice.
“I know you are scared, but I will do anything you want. It is you, my princess, who needs to be satisfied now.”
I turned on my side. “Spoon me from behind……and start slow, please.”
And so he did. With utmost gentleness, he prepared for his manhood to enter me. I took a deep breath and relaxed, so that his rock hard cock slipped in. His rhythm and stroke length was perfect. He did not mind the cum on them, but he gently massaged my tits while he drove his cock in and out. I moaned, and so did he. He could sense even the slightest move of my ass, and he adjusted his strokes to my movement. It was heavenly. It felt like floating above the bed. The more I neared my orgasm, the higher I floated, and then, finally, finally, I exploded, and he exploded in me, too. It felt like that with a big thump we landed on the bed again. I let out a loud moan, and….I woke up!
I was still tucked in my first class seat, lying on my side.
The last of a series of turbulences woke me up.
It all had been a dream.
But the orgasm that I got from the dildo that was still deeply lodged n my cunt, had been real.
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INTRODUCTION Before I get into my first bi-sexual experience in Paris, let me introduce myself and provide some background. My name is Walter McCarty and I am of Irish/German descent. I grew up in Manhattan, New York and graduated with a BBA and MBA. For the past 10 years I have worked for a large Management Consulting firm headquartered in New York City. One of the requirements to eventually be considered for partner is to work in one of the foreign offices for at least three years. At 32...
The soft light coming through the french windows finally aroused me from my slumber. A smile was already on my lips. All through the night soft hands caressed bodies and bra clad breasts would come into clenching contact. Occasionally a smooth creamy pair of lips would nibble a dangling earlobe. No attempt was made at overt sex. We simply enjoyed being two women in a night long embrace. As I opened my eyes just a little, I reached behind me to hopefully squeeze one of Claudette's...
The next morning I languidly fulfilled my beauty toilette and sorrowfully gazed upon my hair. Alas the set had run it's course. There was still some body left but the crisp controlled movements of my cut did not follow my wishes. Not knowing really what to do I took a few rollers from the set Claudette had given me and while my hair was still damp, I rolled as best I could some rollers into the lower sides of my do. I hoped that this little help would bring back the sexy underoll on my...
Paris: Part Four: I was about to go out onto the streets of Paris looking like Myl?ne Farmer. Suddenly a ridiculous fear hit me, what if someone recognised me? Seriously? In a city of over 2 million people in which I almost knew 2 people personally I was worried someone might recognise me? What if someone works out you are a man? I didn't even think of myself as a man anymore! How could I? The wig made my hair look like a woman's hair and my make up and clothes hid any other v...
This chapter is actually the second half of the previous chapter covering the Battle of Paris and the uprising of the French resistance against their Gestapo masters. After reading a lot of different accounts of the Liberation of Paris, I have reached a conclusion that the entire affair was more political rather than military in nature. General De Gaulle was probably the most insubordinate son of a bitch in history with the way that he ignored his orders from General Eisenhower and decided...
Standing on the Petit Pont, Samantha Bowers thought she was the luckiest woman alive. As the daughter of an oppressive father, she had held out little hope of escaping his house except as the bride of a similarly narrow-minded husband. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then finding a job that would give her the opportunity to travel to Paris and other exotic locations was simply incomprehensible to her. She...
After 4 years in Paris it’s was time for Emma to go home to Sydney, she had come to Paris for only 1 year but stay longer than expected. She had attended school in Paris on an exchange program however while she was away her parents had broken up as expected. She was not devastated by the news as it was only a matter of time and while both were beginning new adventures, Emma decided that she would finish her final year of school in Paris. Emma was living with a wealthy couple, Vivian and Marcel...
Ian glanced across at Susie. He looked at her in profile, her beautiful young face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair. Aware of his look, Susie turned her head slowly towards him. Her small, white, even teeth glistened as she flashed him a delicious smile, a smile that made his heart thump and his cock jerk. For a moment, he was distracted by the French countryside flashing by behind her head as the Eurostar train they were on rushed towards Paris. Looking at...
"Let's make you even happier, Wendy. On the way to dinner we will stop by the Salon de Coiffure - Renee Garnier and we shall BOTH make appointments for tomorrow. I am one of Silvia's best customers and she will surely work us into her schedule. Would you like that, mon cherie? "Oh yes, Claudette. I would like nothing more. Having you to introduce me to the Salon will be a great relief for me." "I thought it might. We wouldn't want pretty Wendy to be nervous in her first appointment...
Friday, September 13th, 2013 – Paris, Texas There was an away game, so there was no cheerleading practice this afternoon. I missed those sweet, young Lionesses, and their even sweeter cooches. Every afternoon this week, just like last week, I had spent it with the cheerleaders, fucking one of them behind the bleachers, while the others practiced. It was an arrangement we reached; I had been disrupting their practices too much, so the girls started drawing straws to see who would keep me...
Standing on the Petit Pont, Samantha Bowers thought she was the luckiest woman alive. As the daughter of an oppressive father, she had held out little hope of escaping his house except as the bride of a similarly narrow-minded husband. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then finding a job that would give her the opportunity to travel to Paris and other exotic locations was simply incomprehensible to her. She...
The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recognize him? He heard she had gained some weight since they were last together in New York in the summer of 2001. She had married some wall...
Introduction: The ghost takes a bride and her sister on her wedding day! The Devils Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Ten: The Bride Thursday, September 19th, 2013 Paris, Texas You dirty slut, Happy giggled. The reverends adulterous wife was sprawled on Franny Reynolds bed, her best friend and one of her many lovers. I used to think Happy was a shrewish prude, but after I molested her in the middle of her husbands church service, I...
“Pardonnez-moi, Mademoiselle I would like to book a direct flight going to Manila tonight if possible.” she shyly inquired of the woman at the ticket counter in her limited French.“Oui Mademoiselle, let me check our schedules,” the pleasant lady at the counter said smiling at her.“Merci.”“Mademoiselle, I’m sorry, but we don’t have any available direct flights going to Manila tonight. What we do have is a five-hour stopover in Singapore going to Manila, and the earliest scheduled is tomorrow...
Love StoriesAs told by a real hotwife:I was beside myself, consumed by that now too familiar mixture of nerves, excitement, and even some feelings of shame. The latter being remnants of a strong Baptist upbringing.We weren’t scheduled to fly into Portland for another month but I had already put an ad in craigslist and again on the Paris theater’s own website. The Paris was, if not the nastiest, then certainly one of this country’s top five. It consistently ranked close to the top of Dr Lizardo’s national...
When they finally broke apart, Susan slid her arms around Diana's waist and said, "Let me do you.""Do you want to?""Yes, but not here. On the bed. I don't want to be distracted by all this water!"Susan quickly toweled herself and then helped dry Diana. She found the more she touched the other woman, the harder it was to even think of stopping. She hastily dropped the towels and d**g Diana after her back to the bedroom. She almost tripped in her haste.She slowed just for a second, allowing Diana...
I woke with him nuzzling me, whispering, "Belle sweet, girl time to get on the train." We found our seats. It was a weekend, not a peak time, so the train was not full. We found seats which were in relative private. There was more room on the train than on the coach, and we got a section where two rows faced each other. Another two and a half hours until we reached Paris, I was feeling cramped and irritable. I needed to move, I was restless. The journey was taking forever. Miguel sensing my...