Tales of a Garçon

[Argie Pilot]

I have 2 best friends.
Ronald is a great guy, very good vibes, is funny and good pibe. However, it is a bit introverted, lacks self-confidence. And he is in love with Valentina.
thomas is very calm the truth, likes to study and is very intelligent. He likes all girls but is very afraid of rejection. Both are from families of very high social status.

In fact, Ronald's father was a very important American diplomat in France and was about to throw a spectacular party at the embassy. All the most important members of the American community in Paris were invited: politicians, businesspeople, athletes, artists, etc. And, most surprisingly, he decided to invite the younger members of the community as well: he invited us and all or almost all the students from our school, the Lycée, which most of the children of wealthy Americans living in Paris attended. This included, of course, Valentina.

So, following Ronald's father's instructions, we went to the Lycée and handed out the party invitations. We finished handing out all the invitations except one: Valentina's.

We saw Valentina about 5 meters away from us.

"Go give it to her, Ronald," I said, encouraging him.

"Yes, you can do it, Ronald," Thomas told him.

"Yes, yes, I can," Ronald said. He took two steps.

“No, I can’t, look at her!” She’s so pretty.”

What was so special about her? I wondered as Thomas urged him to deliver the invitation. The girl was pretty, it was true. Blonde, delicate features, soft skin, always dressed in the finest clothes (her father was a French billionaire tycoon and her mother… I think a supermodel, but I didn't know her). But she wasn't exactly breathtaking, in my opinion. Although, admittedly, that might have been because she wasn't really my type: I'd always been more into brunettes, petite, and curvy—in other words, the complete opposite of Valentina.

Valentina looked at us. Ronald and Thomas were arguing over who would deliver it, and they both got flustered when they realized Valentina was looking at them.

"Hi, Valentina," I said as I approached her.

"Hi, Evan," she said with a smile.

"Valentina… Ronald wants to tell you something." Then I took Ronald and stood him in front of Valentina.

— “Hi… I wanted to invite you to the embassy party my father is organizing.” He said as he handed her the invitation. She took it.

“Thank you, Ronald,” she said. Ronald started to get excited and happy.

“Are you going, Evan?” Valentina asked me.

“Huh? Of course I’m going,” I said, laughing. I noticed her smile and she seemed a little happy.

“See you at the party,” I told Valentina as Ronald, Thomas, and I left.

The day of the party, everything was luxuriously prepared. It was a mansion with many rooms, they bought a lot of alcohol, an internationally famous DJ, and all that.

Thomas and I arrived and found the place packed. Everyone was rich, almost all of them American, and the vast majority were white, tall, and had red faces from drinking.

“Hi Ronald,” We greeted.

“Hi guys,” Ronald said with a cheerful expression.

“Look who’s here,” he said, nodding toward the door.

It was Valentina. She was wearing a long skirt and a tight-fitting top that accentuated her small but perfectly shaped breasts, all in a shimmering gold color.



Valentina started looking around, and our eyes met. She began to approach.

“Did you guys see…” Valentina saw me and was coming over. Ronald said, so happy.

“Hi guys,” Valentina greeted.

“Hi,” Thomas and Ronald said.

I went over and greeted her.

“Hi. You look great, that dress goes perfectly with your smile,” I said with a smile. I wasn’t interested in that girl, but I was still a bit of a charmer.

“Evan… thank you so much. Really,” Valentina said.

“What a great party, Ronald! You and your dad are geniuses,” she said to Ronald.

“Thanks, Valentina, I’m glad you like it,” Ronald said.

“Well… let’s let him talk,” I said, as I took Thomas to explore the rest of the party.

After wandering around the building for a while, greeting and chatting with some people, Ronald approached me.

“Evan, tonight’s my night: tonight I’m going to make love to Valentina,” he said, with his typical excitement.

“I’m going to tell her I like her, that I’ve always been in love with her!” he told Thomas and me.

“That’s great, Ronald, tonight’s your night,” we replied proudly.

At that moment, I glanced over at Valentina. She was keeping her distance, coldly rejecting one after another of the guys who clumsily approached her to try and talk to her. Her gaze was fixed on us.

“Well, go to her,” I encouraged my friend. “Look, she can’t take her eyes off you.” I gave him a pat of encouragement and turned away. I continued exploring the building until I saw something that caught my eye: a luxurious but narrow staircase, in front of which a security guard had been standing since the beginning of the party. Only this time… there was no guard. The staircase was empty.

I don't know why, but I couldn't resist the urge to go upstairs. The staircase led to a narrow but luxurious hallway. All the doors were closed, and there was an almost deathly silence. But, near the end of the hallway, I heard strange sounds, like crying. Driven by curiosity, I approached until I reached the only door that was ajar. I slowly opened the door and peered in carefully, cautiously, without making a sound. I had found the security guard. He was lying on a very large bed that took up half the room. I knew he was the guard because of his jacket and shoes… although his trousers were rolled up near his ankles. But what caught my attention was the woman. Because of the dim light, I couldn't see her face well, but her body seemed like something out of my wettest dreams: a petite body but with scandalous curves, straight and very soft black hair, olive skin, breasts the size of my head, firm and perky, wide and firm hips, short but perfectly formed legs… And the icing on the cake, based on her voice and, above all, her moans, she was clearly Latina.

And the way she moved. I was paralyzed, watching her every move. She was riding the guard like he was a sex toy: her legs slightly parted, her red dress wrapped around her narrow waist, her perfect breasts bouncing wildly with each little jump, her head thrown back as she screamed, staring up at the ceiling, her straight hair swaying from side to side… I felt bad for looking at her, but the sound of her breathing and her moans kept me rooted to the spot. My body reacted, I couldn't stop it. The temptation burned me.



“Should I stay or go?” I wondered, but just as I was about to turn around, my clumsiness (and my burgeoning erection) betrayed me: I inadvertently took a step too abruptly, and the door swung open.

Hearing the creak, the woman whirled toward the door, her eyes widening at the sight of me standing there. Her face shifted from surprise to terror.

“What the hell…?” she screamed, leaping from her lover’s crotch and struggling to force her enormous breasts into the neckline of her dress. The guard demonstrated the excellent reflexes he’d honed through his profession. In one swift motion, he pulled up his trousers, stood on the bed, and helped the woman lower her dress below her ample hips. Then he grabbed her arm, yanked her, and together they bolted out of the room. They passed right by me, but it all happened so fast I couldn’t react. By the time I turned, they were already gone down the corridor, presumably heading for the stairs.

I was going to follow them, but after one last look around the room, something caught my eye: a silvery glint on the floor next to the rumpled bed. I bent down and reached out, picking up the shiny object: it was a ring. Not just any ring: I'm no jewelry expert, but this ring was easily the most luxurious and probably the most expensive object I'd ever seen. From its design and silvery color, I quickly realized what kind of ring it was: the woman I'd discovered had just lost her engagement ring in the middle of her frantic escape… and she suspected the guard wasn't her fiancé.

I slipped the ring into my pocket and left the room. Since the hallway was still quiet and dark, I assumed there was nothing else to see, so I headed back to the stairs. Fortunately, the guard was gone. I went back downstairs and continued my rounds, exchanging greetings and small talk.

An hour passed. I hadn't seen any of my friends, nor Valentina (was she with Ronald? I hoped so). Nor the guard. But suddenly, as I was leaving a somewhat secluded and sparsely populated room, I saw her: a very petite woman with perfectly styled, straight black hair, an elegant gait, and a luxurious red dress that hugged her stunning curves perfectly.



I pulled the ring from my pocket and ran after her as she disappeared into a dark corridor leading to an unexplored wing of the building.
My quick steps and ragged breathing caught her attention, so she stopped abruptly and turned around, looking at me.

“What do you want?” she asked me in English with a strong Latin accent… Mexican, I’d say.

“This… this… is… yours,” I mumbled, trying to catch my breath. I showed her the ring, holding it almost up to her nose.

“This isn’t mine,” she asked suspiciously. “Although I wish it were. I’m going to tell my husband I bought myself such a luxurious ring,” she added, examining it.

Then she let out a little gasp of surprise. “Can’t you read?” she exclaimed. “The owner’s name is right here: Lauren! It’s Lauren’s ring!”

I shrugged. Honestly, I hadn't read the inscription on the ring, and anyway, I didn't know who Lauren was. Only one thing was clear: the person in front of me wasn't the same woman I'd seen in action a little while earlier, despite sharing many characteristics: a Latina MILF, with huge breasts, killer hips, a tan complexion, straight, silky hair, a beautiful face… and a red dress that clung to her curves.

"Now… what are you doing with Lauren's engagement ring…?" she murmured thoughtfully. Then a thought crossed her mind, and she stared at me, stunned, her eyes wide and her lips forming a perfect grimace of astonishment. At that moment, my body betrayed me again, and my cock jumped: how I longed to plunge it into that perfect mouth and have her look at me with those round, wide-open black eyes…



Then everything happened so fast. She glanced down briefly and saw my erection. In that moment, she made a decision. With unexpected strength for her small size, she grabbed my arm and dragged me a couple of meters to a door I hadn't noticed until then. She flung it open and shoved me into the room.

She followed me in and closed the door behind her. Then she looked at me fiercely, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced my head down a few inches until it was level with hers. She gave me a passionate, fiery kiss. I reacted immediately and returned the kiss with even more ferocity, devouring those voluptuous lips. My hands reacted too, grabbing her magnificent buttocks.



After a minute of making out, she gave me a slight push and knelt down. She began unbuttoning my pants and, with a deft movement, pulled out my cock.

"Oh my God... it's so big," the MILF told me.

She started sucking my cock. She began by licking the shaft and then started taking it into her mouth.

"Oh God," I began to moan, completely lost in pleasure.

"Do you like it?" she asked as she increased the speed and intensity of her blowjob.

After she'd been sucking my cock for a while, I lifted her off the floor.

"Now you're going to be mine," I told her.

I grabbed her and leaned her against a piece of furniture in the room. I lifted her dress.



"What lovely lingerie you have," I said, smiling.

"Do you like it? It's worth thousands of euros," she said.

I took off her thong and put the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina. I started moving, and she did too.

I felt her vagina tighten around my cock.

"Oh... yes..." she moaned.

I started increasing the speed of each thrust. A combination of sounds filled the air: our bodies, her moans, mine, and the noise of my cock going in and out of her. Those sounds excited me, and I loved it.

I pulled my cock out of her vagina.

"Oh... no... don't take it out," she said between moans, her voice breaking and sad.

I leaned close to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," I whispered in her ear, grabbing one of her buttocks and starting to spread her ass cheeks. I felt my cock slowly opening her ass.

"Ayyyy..." she let out a loud cry of pain.

I began to penetrate her slowly, pushing all the way in.

"Ayyyy... slowly... please," she said, almost pleading.

"Tonight you're mine," I said as I started to increase the speed.

Her ass was squeezing my cock, making it hard to pull out, so I started thrusting harder and deeper.

The woman's moans were no longer of pain; now she was moaning with pleasure.

I pulled my cock out of her ass. She murmured a sound of relief and pleasure.

I sat down in a chair in the room and saw her there on the couch, leaning against it with her ass raised and wide open. I couldn't help but feel proud and smiled as she stood there against the couch, catching her breath.

"Take off your dress," I ordered. She slowly began to remove her dress, thong, and bra. When she was about to take off her garter belt and stockings, I stopped her with a gesture.

"Crawl to me," I said, sitting in the chair with my cock in my hand. She got on all fours and, with one hand after the other, arching her back so that her ass was raised, round, and firm in the light, she began to crawl toward me, with feline movements, her hips swaying slightly.



I was going to order her to suck my cock, but it wasn't necessary. As soon as she was near my dick, she stuck out her tongue and started licking the head, covering it with short, wet kisses. Then she opened her mouth and slowly began sucking the head, then slowly moved down the shaft until her mouth was full.

She started to increase the pace. She looked up, and our eyes met. I loved seeing her expression and the situation we were in. My cock slowly filling her mouth. Saliva escaped from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, but I didn't care. Her hands and knees were on the floor, and her ass was raised.

“Take everything off,” I said, as she took my cock out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound. She removed her stockings and garter belt, the only things she was still wearing.

I couldn't wait to see her completely naked, so I moved closer and kissed her fiercely. We were both completely naked, and my hands unconsciously went to her ass. She returned the kiss eagerly. I felt our tongues clash and play together. I pulled my tongue from her mouth, turned her around, and pressed her against the wall.

“Ahhh…” She moaned as she lifted her ass, pointing it toward me like an invitation. I grabbed her waist, my hands gripping her perfect body tightly. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I slowly began to slide my cock inside her again. I felt her insides expand as she gripped and squeezed my cock.

— “There… yes… give me more… HARDER!” she screamed, her hands braced against the wall as I began to thrust into her forcefully, each movement making her breasts bounce, her ass slam against my hips.

“Do you… like… this?” I asked breathlessly, pushing my cock deeper and deeper inside her.

“Y-yes…” she stammered, barely able to form coherent words.

“Let’s go to bed,” she moaned.

I was honestly tired of stopping. I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. She landed face down, the mattress sinking beneath her weight. I climbed on top of her. I took my cock and positioned the head at the entrance of her vagina. I began to thrust inside her. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain, which turned me on and drove me wild. I continued pushing my cock all the way in. This time, the angle was different, deeper, each thrust hitting a spot inside her that made her see the stars.

I began to spread her legs with my knees. She started to lift her ass. I grabbed her wrists and placed them on her buttocks.

“Open your ass,” I ordered.
She obeyed instantly, reaching behind her to spread her cheeks, exposing her swollen, glistening vagina and her tight, pink ass. It turned me on so much to see her so open, so submissive, and I began to increase the pace and intensity, my hips slamming against her ass with a wet, obscene sound.

“You’re going to cum on my cock, right?” I asked her.

“Yes… yes… oh God…!” she said, her face buried in the bed, biting the sheets to stifle her cries as orgasm approached. She began to come loudly.

She was already exhausted and breathing heavily. I wasn't finished yet.

"Don't finish yet," I told her, my hands on her hips, ready to start fucking her again.

"No, please... my vagina is sore," she begged.

I wanted to continue, but her words gave me an idea. I pulled my cock out of her throbbing vagina and guided it to her other hole.

"Ahhh," she cried out. She started with moans of pain, which gradually transformed into moans of pleasure.

I started pushing my cock in, from the head to the base, as deep as I could into her ass, while my hands supported her and spread her cheeks so it went in easier.

She came again on my cock. This orgasm was more intense, dirtier. And I still hadn't finished. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed. I made her kneel and stood in front of her. My cock, glistening with our juices, was inches from her face.

"Clean me up," I asked.

She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and took my cock inside. Her lips formed a circle around my cock. I grabbed her hair and started pushing my cock all the way down her throat.



I grabbed her head and pushed my cock as far as it would go into her mouth. I started to come. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and a wet sucking sound escaped from my cock and her lips. She opened her mouth, and I saw all my semen. "That's a lot," I thought. "I don't think she'll swallow it all at once."

I leaned closer to her face and looked into her eyes. She looked back at me, and a proud smile spread across her face.

"Swallow it all," I told her.

She did. She had to swallow twice; it was too liquid. She opened her mouth to show me she'd swallowed it all.
The woman smiled slowly and lasciviously, licked her lips, and then asked:

“Did I do better than Lauren?”

“I didn’t fuck this Lauren girl,” I replied, surprised. “I don’t even know who she is.”

“And the ring?” she asked, astonished.

“I found it lying in a room she’d just left.” She started laughing, a delicious laugh.

“Lauren must be looking for it like crazy, hahahaha. And you know what the worst part is?” she added in a crueler voice.

I shook my head, bewildered.

“That she lost the ring… and the chance to fuck the best cock at the party,” she said with a wicked smile, while squeezing my half-flaccid cock.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 2:  Lauren Sanchez

I had just woken up when I heard the doorbell. “Who could that be?” I thought. My parents had just left, and I didn’t think they’d be back yet. I wasn’t expecting anyone so early in the morning either. I was still recovering from last night’s party… including a grueling workout with a Latina MILF whose name I never learned.

The doorbell rang again. I was the only one home, so I decided to answer it. I threw on the first t-shirt I found, some tight shorts, and went downstairs to my front door. The third ring came just before I reached for the doorknob.

The moment I opened the door, I saw a stunning woman. Quite petite, but very elegant, well-dressed, and with the poise of a woman accustomed to the spotlight. And she certainly deserved attention: her figure was striking, delicate, and poised… crowned by breasts the size of my head.



At first, of course, I thought it was the woman I'd fucked last night. She was a MILF, elegant, incredibly attractive, Latina, busty… I thought, “What's she doing here? Does she want more?” and my penis twitched in my tight shorts.

But it wasn't her. The daylight illuminated her face, and it was clear she wasn't the same woman I'd fucked a few hours earlier. Then I remembered seeing another sexy MILF in action last night…

“What are you looking for, Mademoiselle?” I asked her in a serious, commanding voice.

“Hello, are you Evan?” she asked, a little excited and intimate.

“Yes, I am. And you’re Lauren, aren’t you?” I asked.
I already knew who she was; it was hard not to recognize that great body of hers.

“Yes, and I think you know why I’m here. You have something that belongs to me.” Her voice trembled slightly.

“Yes, that’s right. I looked for you last night to give you your ring, but I couldn’t find you. Come in; I keep it upstairs.”

She hesitated, but didn't go in.

"You're just going to give it to me like that?" she asked, astonished.

"Yes, of course," I replied. "It's yours, it's no use to me."

She sighed with relief. "It's a good thing you're an honorable man. I was afraid you wanted to sell the ring, or worse, blackmail me."

"Why? I don't need the money," I replied. "Besides, the story is more than enough for me."

"What do you mean?" she asked, tensing her voice.

“Imagine when I tell my friends how I found a ring worth thousands of dollars lying in a room… and how it ended up there. A better story than Bilbo and Gollum…” Lauren paled. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Why?” I asked, feigning innocence. “It would be a funny anecdote, I’d be the center of attention…”
“If you say a single word, you’ll ruin my life,” she interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I have no choice. I can’t pass up the opportunity to tell the story that would make me the most popular guy in school. Imagine, all the girls around listening to my narration, spellbound…”

“If you don’t say anything, I promise I’ll give you the best reward of your life,” she interrupted, her voice tense.

“What better reward for a French teenager than the attention of his peers and the admiration of the girls…?”

“There’s something that impetuous and arrogant young men like you want more,” she said, almost threateningly.

“Like what?” I asked, thinking she was going to offer me millions of dollars, or a plot of land in the Loire Valley, something like that.

Fortunately, her offer was even better. Lauren smiled for the first time that morning, and with a swift movement, she placed her hand on my crotch. For a moment, I feared she was going to hit me with something cheap, but quite the opposite: she gave a firm grip to my shorts and my budding erection, and quickly began to move her nimble fingers along my shaft.



"Well, it's not money or anything valuable, but at least I'm going to have a good time for a while," I thought, as she took a step forward and closed the door behind her.

After spending a few seconds admiring her figure, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. I began kissing her passionately. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and began playing with it. My hands unconsciously went to her ass. I started squeezing and caressing her firm, round bottom.

"Promise me you won't say anything?" she asked, excited and a little breathless.

"I will, on the condition that you're my personal whore," I said with a smug smile.

"Okay," she said.

I moved closer to her and kissed her again. Lauren broke the kiss and tried to kneel at my feet, still by the door. I stopped her with a wave of my hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as she looked at me confused. "Whores don't fuck in their clients' doorways."

Then I lifted her up and pushed her toward the stairs. When she turned to look at me, her face a picture of confusion, I yelled at her in an arrogant voice.

"Get up here. We're going to fuck in a bed, properly." I made her climb the stairs on all fours, walking slowly so she'd be beside me like my dog. Every now and then I slapped her ass, making her moan.

When I got to my parents' room, I opened the door and helped her onto the bed.

I positioned her at the edge of the bed. I started unbuttoning my pants and pulled out my cock. I noticed how surprised she was and how she swallowed hard when she saw my erect penis.

"Open your mouth," I ordered her as I put my cock inches from her face.

"Yes, boy," she said.

I didn't like her calling me that.

"Call me Monsieur," I said.

"Sorry, Monsieur," she replied.

I put my cock in her mouth. I felt the texture and wetness of her mouth.

"Start sucking," I told her.

She started moving her head and running her tongue around my cock.

I grabbed her head and started pushing down on my stomach.

"All the way down, little slut," I said as I pushed her head down, making her swallow my entire cock. Her mouth started drooling. I loved watching her ass bounce with a frenetic rhythm as she swallowed my entire cock.



She spent about 30 minutes sucking me off and gagging me with my cock. I was going crazy watching her ass bounce, and I was dying to fuck her hard. I pulled my cock out of her mouth; it was all wet with her saliva.

"Look what you did to me, you little slut," I said, laughing.

I grabbed her by the waist, she let out a small, unconscious moan, and I turned her around. Her ass was facing me.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," I said, slapping her ass.

I grabbed her hair and put my cock in her vagina.

"Please... slowly..." she said in a timid, slightly breathless voice. I started to slowly slide my cock in. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain that turned me on like crazy.

"Do you like it, you little slut?" I asked as I gradually increased the speed.

— “Yesss... give it to me harder... love.” She said between moans and with a breathless voice.

I took off her bra, and her breasts were free and began to bounce with the rhythm of my thrusts. As I was fucking her and increasing the intensity of my thrusts, she began to moan louder.

"Give me more... harder... harder!" she screamed and moaned, each time louder.

I put my hand over her mouth.

"Don't scream so loud, you little slut," I said arrogantly, laughing.

I put my hand on her back, which made her lift her ass higher and put her face down on the sheets. I pulled my cock out to the head and then thrust it all the way back in again and again. She kept moaning and coming over and over. Her body didn't lie: she was loving it.

I pulled my cock out of her sore vagina. She let out an accidental moan of pleasure and relief. I lay down on the bed.

“I want you to ride me,” I said.

She climbed on top of me. I positioned my cock back inside her vagina.



“Ride me, bitch,” I said with an arrogant look.

“I can’t, I’m exhausted,” she said, a little tired and out of breath.

I thought about letting the poor woman rest, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.

“No problem,” I said.

Then I decided to lift her up and use her like a sex toy. She wasn’t very heavy, actually; she was quite easy to lift.
I kept her like that for about 20 minutes.

“There, start riding me, I’ve let you rest,” I said while laughing and spanking her.

She started riding me.

"Let my vagina rest... it's so sore... you're so big," she said between moans and breathless.

"I'll keep going until I'm satisfied," I replied.

"Please... master..." she said, almost begging.

"Okay," I said.

I positioned her and put her on all fours.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Since your vagina is so sore and I'm still not satisfied, I'm going to fuck you in the ass," I said.

"No... please... have mercy on me, master," she said.

I spread her ass cheeks. I put my tongue inside and she started eating my ass.

"Ahh... that feels so good," she said.

"What a delicious ass you have, little slut," I said as I continued lubricating her ass, before breaking it open and making it mine.

She just moaned and enjoyed it. — “This is all the mercy I’m going to have for you.” I said while laughing.

After eating her ass, I positioned her at the edge of the bed and made her get on all fours.

"Are you ready, little slut?" I asked as I put my cock inside her.

"Slowly, please," she told myself.

I simply ignored her and thrust my entire cock into her ass in one powerful stroke. I pounded her hard like that for an hour. She kept moaning and coming over and over again.

"Who's your master, little slut?" I asked arrogantly.

"I... am... your bitch," she replied in a whisper.

I grabbed one of her legs and lifted her up.

"Watch me tear your ass apart," I said as I increased the speed.

— “Ah… shit… that feels so good.” She said, her face buried in the sheets, watching as I pounded her ass.

After an hour of spanking her ass, she begged for mercy.

“Use my mouth, Master, please.” She pleaded, exhausted.

“Kneel down.” I said as I pulled my cock out of her ass. She made a wet, sucking sound: apparently, her ass didn’t want to let me go.

“Suck it or I’ll fuck your ass again.” I said, looking down at her.

She started sucking me off for a good while. I started to come in her mouth. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock into her mouth.

When I pulled out, a lot of my semen spilled out of my mouth and landed on her breasts, staining her face and body.

"Swallow everything in your mouth," I ordered.

She just smiled at me. I promised her silence again and yanked her off my parents' bed, leading her to my own room. There, I opened a drawer in a wardrobe and took out the ring I had kept.

"Here, you earned it," I said, with a condescending look. After all, I'm a man of my word.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 3: Salma Hayek & Valentina Pinault Hayek

For the second day in a row, I woke up when I heard the doorbell. For the second day in a row, my parents had just left, and I wasn’t expecting anyone by that time. And for the second day in a row, when I opened the door I could see a stunning woman. A woman petite, very elegant, well-dressed and with the luxury poise of a woman accustomed to the spotlight. All of that crowned by breasts the size of my head.

However, this time the woman wasn’t Lauren. Nevertheless, I knew that woman: I’ve just fucked her a couple of nights ago. At that time I still didn't know her name, but I had obviously found it out since then. She was none other than one of the most famous and beautiful actresses in the world: Salma Hayek.




- “Salm…”

I hadn't even finished speaking when she gave me a sharp shove with her delicate hands. With the agility of a cat, she crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her.

I made a move to lock it, but as my hand reached for the handle, her cold voice stopped me.

- “Forget about that. You have more interesting things to worry about.”

I turned around quickly and saw Salma untying her dress, revealing her white underwear—a thong and bra that matched the dress.


Then she knelt down and unbuttoned my pants. I was about to burst, I was so fucking hard.

And of course, I forgot about the door, the key, and absolutely everything. All I could think about was that stunning woman in her lingerie, worth thousands of dollars, sucking my cock like a streetwalker.

She looked at me seriously, saying nothing. She had lowered herself until she was sitting on her heels. From where I stood, I could see the silhouette of her curves all the way to the red soles of her heels. A good view. But the best part was a little closer. Those red lips, those deep brown eyes… But above all, I couldn't help but stare at those enormous breasts. They were mine…



All the while, she hadn't stopped sucking my cock. She had started by kissing it slowly. Short kisses at first, then longer ones, so long that I couldn't tell if they were still kisses or if she had started sucking me.

My hands rested on her breasts, unable to fully encompass them, before moving down her waist to her ass. And after caressing it, I stopped holding back and gave her a slap. Hard. Sharp. Followed by another. And so on several times. Very discreet moans escaped her lips with each hard slap.

Then, suddenly, something changed in her sucking rhythm. I had no doubt she was sucking me with gusto. She took my entire cock in her mouth, all the way down her throat.

I felt all her heat as I felt myself melting. She slowly pulled it out, and it looked very wet. When she finally released it completely, two strands of saliva still connected it to the corners of her mouth. She looked at me and went back to sucking it. And when she pulled it out, more saliva. There was a third time. And a fourth. Each time, she was wetter. The saliva succumbed to gravity and dripped onto her breasts or the floor. I didn't want to miss a thing, although I couldn't help but let out a sigh at the sight, which made her look at me seriously, as if I were bothering her by distracting her from her task. Two more sucks, and she spat the excess saliva onto her large breasts, fixing her gaze on mine, causing me to jump again from head to toe. The red of her lips transferred from hers to my cock with every swipe, and it drove me wild. I wanted to kiss her. Her tongue was still wet despite everything…



“Hold on, tiger,” she said, placing one of her delicate hands on my chest. “Take off your clothes, turn around, and let me put this blindfold on you.”

I hadn't realized I was wearing a blindfold, but honestly, in the heat of the moment, I couldn't care less. I frantically ripped off all my clothes and turned around, facing the door. At that moment, she let out a sharp whistle and murmured something in Spanish that I didn't understand. I imagine she was admiring my firm buttocks and broad back.

Then Salma began the maneuvers to put the blindfold on me. Since I'm much taller than her, she had no choice but to jump and clamber onto my back like a koala onto a eucalyptus tree. To support herself, she wrapped her arms around my broad neck and crossed her firm legs around my waist.

The position was strange, but it turned me on like hell. While she struggled to adjust the blindfold, her powerful breasts rubbed intensely against my back. Her erect nipples pricked my lower back like knives, and her ragged breathing heated my ears… and other parts. Since she was supporting herself with her legs crossed around my waist, her feet played in my crotch… repeatedly bumping against my rock-hard cock.

Finally, Salma managed to finish putting the blindfold on me and gave a little jump, detaching herself from my body and placing her feet back on the floor. I was completely helpless, waiting expectantly to see what the goddess of sex would surprise me next.

I felt her hand slowly begin to travel down my back, buttocks, and thighs. It delicately slipped between my legs, and her slender fingers played with my throbbing balls. She continued her journey and grasped my cock, which was still rock hard. She gave a couple of firm tugs, alternating them with more caresses of my balls. Then, she withdrew her hand and moved back up my back until she reached my neck.

At that moment, I felt something totally unexpected: a mouth enveloping my cock! But how was that possible, if Salma was leaning against my back? Then I understood: someone else had entered my house! And that person was giving me a blowjob!!!

I made a sudden movement, trying to push her off, but Salma stopped me. She hugged me from behind with unexpected force, and between her strong arms enveloping my chest and her heavy breasts pressed against my back, it was as if I were in a straitjacket. She stood on her tiptoes and brought her sensual mouth close to my ear.

"Relax, boy," she whispered in my ear. "It's a surprise... that you're going to like. Just enjoy it."

Salma's voice must have been mesmerizing, because it convinced me, and I stopped resisting. Instead, I allowed myself to enjoy the sensation of a mouth sucking my cock while a voluptuous Latina rubbed against my back.

The person giving me head wasn't nearly as skilled as Salma. She was enthusiastic, but she couldn't swallow it all; in fact, she gagged and started salivating. At that moment, Salma came to her aid. Sliding like a panther, she knelt beside the other woman and joined in.

Then I began to enjoy the pleasures of a double blowjob. Perhaps one of the women wasn't as skilled as I would have liked, but the other's experience more than made up for it. And there's nothing like the sensation of two tongues playing on the shaft of your cock, the warm breath of two mouths, two pairs of hands toying with your balls…

That excited me enough to start coming. The fact that I couldn't see anything increased the excitement of the orgasm. I could feel each drop of semen traveling at supersonic speed from my balls to freedom. I felt it expel several thick jets, followed by some more liquid ones, wetting everything in its path.


Suddenly, I felt a firm squeeze on my cock. I realized it was Salma's hand, guiding my still-erupting cock to one side, directing the last spurts that way. Then I understood she was directing my load toward the other woman's face, her blowjob partner.

Then Salma stood on her tiptoes and, with a deft flick of her fingers, untied the knots holding the blindfold. When she pulled it off, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. When they did, the first thing I saw was Salma's beautiful face and lovely smile covered in a viscous liquid, which also coated part of her neck and her voluptuous breasts. However, I was more interested in her partner, who was still kneeling on the floor.

She was a petite, blonde girl with subtle but well-proportioned curves. At first, I couldn't see her face because her head was tilted down… and completely covered in semen. Then she looked up at me and gave me a tender smile…

It was Valentina! My classmate! The shy and elegant girl! The school princess! And, above all… my best friend's crush!



Shit! I'd just covered the girl my best friend was in love with in my semen. She was about to turn around and run, but Salma was faster and with a swift movement grabbed my semi-erect penis.

"Where are you going?"

“Well… she’s… my coworker…” I couldn’t confess that Ronald was also in love with her.

“I think it’s pretty clear your coworker likes you,” Salma remarked calmly. The Latina MILF had begun to caress my wet penis, which was slowly regaining its rigidity. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to think clearly; everything was too confusing… and hot.

Oblivious to our conversation, Valentina was distracted. With a broad, satisfied smile, she brought her manicured fingers to her face, which was covered in a thick, sticky substance. She smeared the semen on her fingers, collecting a more than generous amount. She stared at her semen-stained fingers for a few moments before beginning to suck on them one by one, her eyes closed. Each semen-laden finger that entered her mouth was squeezed by her lips, and when she slowly withdrew it, the finger was clean. When she had finished, Salma asked her:

"How does it feel, darling?"

"It's kind of sticky," she said, sounding surprised, still savoring and analyzing the sensations the semen produced in her mouth.

"And the taste?"

"Strange, but it doesn't taste bad, it's interesting," she said thoughtfully.

With those words, I completely lost control. For several seconds, my conscience had been urging me to stop everything and get away from the scene. Especially from my best friend's crush, of course. But the heat was too much, and it was enough to silence my conscience's reproaches.

I firmly grabbed Salma's hand, which hadn't stopped pulling on my cock during that exchange. With a swift flick of my wrist, I twisted Salma's forearm and pushed her to the ground. The MILF fell right next to the young woman who was still tasting my semen. Then I told Salma to lean against the young woman, offering her ass to me.

It took barely a blink before I was behind her, ready to penetrate her. I ran the head of my penis along her clefts, and she "swallowed" it with her vagina. What followed wasn't so comfortable, and she couldn't suppress a cry when I thrust in completely, without pausing. I could feel my shaft brushing against the folds of her intimacy and how the canal molded itself to receive me. The "veteran" began to move her hips in unison with a symphony of moans that mingled pleasure with the pain of some deeper penetrations. By then, I was a wild animal moving with unprecedented brutality, and I didn't care at all about her pain or pleasure.



Her orgasm didn't take long to arrive, and she began to tremble as if dislocated. The cry of pleasure that she unleashed with her orgasm mingled with the hoarse moan that Valentina uttered. I had forgotten about her and looked at her: she was sitting on the sofa I had left, one leg draped over the armrest, both hands occupied, one on her breast and the other on her vagina. I pulled my cock out of Salma's cunt, trailing her fluids, and approached the young girl who was looking at me with a hint of fear.

Anyway, I didn't have to say anything. She adopted the same position as the MILF and spread her labia with her hands. She didn't say a word, but she looked at me, her face twisting, her eyes pleading. Where had the princess gone, the one who seemed unattainable and always carried herself with an air of superiority and haughtiness? That perverted side of hers turned me on so much that I decided to give her a good fucking. However, she was still an inexperienced girl, because as soon as the head of my penis touched her entrance, she tensed up completely.

Seeing this, I began with slow penetration. The head was difficult to insert, and when I finally managed to retract it, it was hard to continue. Even though she was wet, she was really tight. To top it all off, she started begging for mercy.

"It hurts so much, Mommy, I can't take it, take it out, Evan, it hurts, it hurts!!"

Then Salma snapped me out of my daze and asked me to pull back a little so she could lubricate. Next, she knelt behind the young woman and began to eagerly lick her vagina. She spent several minutes licking, biting, and sucking until she stopped and turned toward me. With a gesture of her finger, she asked me to come closer and gestured for me to bring my glans to the vagina she was still licking. That way, it went in a little further, and she repeated the request to do the same thing.

Then, she inserted her middle finger into her anus and squeezed one of her nipples while telling me:
"Go in little by little so she can adjust."

I knew what to do. The in-and-out motion became a kind of caress as her vagina swallowed a little more each time, and Valentina moaned softly. Salma continued lubricating, alternating the licks with little kisses on my cock. Finally, when I managed to insert it all the way, they both let out a little squeal of joy.



I waited a little longer and began to increase my movements, plunging in as deeply as I could with each thrust. This took several minutes, and I only really got into it when Valentina started to join in.


The "princess" seemed to let loose and began to move her hips with gusto, moaning with pleasure at the penetrations. It was clear she no longer had her initial fears, and the lubrication was noticeably more abundant. She dared to ask for more. That request was music to my ears, and I shifted gears slightly, increasing the pace of my movements.

“Use it calmly, she does take the pill” Salma told me.



That was another incentive, and when Valentina exploded in a brutal orgasm with a thumping of her hips and somewhat off-key cries, I braced myself and filled her with my seed.

After a little while, when she recovered, I slowly pulled out, and Salma took care of leaving my cock gleaming with her mouth, finishing by drying it afterward with a small towel. After this, she said:

“I was sure you were going to take your time and make her enjoy it.”

“I enjoyed it a lot too. I really loved your surprise, Salma.”

“Well, actually, it was her idea,” Salma pointed out, gesturing to the young woman who was looking embarrassed, still kneeling and covered in semen. “As soon as she found out I had fucked you the other day, she asked me to do this.”

“But you told her?” I asked, surprised.

“Of course, my little princess and I tell each other everything,” Salma said, with a tender smile.

“Your little princess?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice!” Salma exclaimed, letting out a delightful laugh. “Valentina Paloma is my daughter.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not only had I just slept with my best friend’s crush, but I’d also slept with a mother and daughter in the same act!

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 4:  Valentina Pinault Hayek & Gracie Abrams


The echo of my shoes against the marble floor of the school hallway used to be a comforting sound, the rhythm that told me I was where I belonged, with my friends. But that Monday, the rhythm was broken before the first bell. Ronald, my best friend, the guy I shared (almost) all my best moments and worst secrets with, was waiting for me by my locker. He didn't have his usual smile; his fists were clenched, and he had a look he'd never given me before.
Without a word, he shoved me hard against the cold metal of the lockers. The thud echoed through the hallway.

- “You’re an idiot, Evan! A traitorous son of a—!” Ronald’s shout was cut short by rage.

I stood there, my backpack slung over one shoulder, my heart pounding against my ribs. I didn’t understand anything. Was it because of the history project? Because I’d eaten his last slice of pizza on Friday?



- “Ronald, what’s wrong with you?” I managed to say, regaining my balance.

- “What’s wrong with me? Valentina, that’s what’s wrong with me!” he spat out. The name of the girl he’d liked since last year tumbled out of his mouth like an accusation. “I asked her out to lunch this Wednesday. I thought I’d finally have a chance. And you know what she said? She said she couldn’t because she already had plans with you. With you, Evan!”

My stomach sank. It was true. Valentina, a sweet, somewhat quiet classmate whose face I’d just happened to ice and whose vagina I’d filled a few days earlier. Since then, we’d obviously exchanged more messages than usual. She’d asked me if I wanted to grab something to eat at a place she was going to choose on Wednesday night. Thinking it was just a Wednesday and a good plan, I said yes.

- “Ronald, wait…” I tried to explain. “Yes, I agreed to go out to eat, but I swear I didn’t…”

- “On Valentine’s Day, you damn genius!” - Ronald roared, interrupting me. - “You’re going out with her on Valentine’s Day!! Do you really think I didn’t notice you two talking more and more? Ever since I approached her at the party, you’ve been pursuing her more and more! And now you do this to me!! Do you realize you’re going on a date with the girl I love on Valentine’s Day and you ‘didn’t notice’?”

I was speechless. The calendar in my head suddenly aligned. Wednesday the 14th. Valentine’s Day. A cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck. I hadn’t really registered it. To me, it was just one day between Tuesday and Thursday. I wanted to tell him I was going to cancel, that I didn’t like her that way, that it was all a monumental misunderstanding. But Ronald didn’t give me a chance. He gave me one last look of pure contempt and strode off, leaving me alone in a hallway that suddenly felt too big and hostile.
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Wednesday arrived. I didn't cancel the date. Not because I didn't want to fix things with Ronald, but because every time I tried to text him, I saw he'd blocked me everywhere. And Valentina… she was texting me excitedly. How do you tell someone you accidentally accepted a date because you're a chronic scatterbrain?

Dinner was at a Mexican restaurant that was way fancier than any Latin American place I'd ever seen. To make matters worse, the place was dimly lit, practically screaming "couple." At first, the silence was so thick you could almost chew on it. Valentina fiddled with her straw, trying to start conversations that weren't going anywhere, while I kept glancing at the door, terrified Ronald would show up with a baseball bat… or something worse.

- "You're very quiet, Evan," she said, with a shyness that I found strangely endearing.

- "I'm sorry. It's just... it's been a strange week," I replied, trying not to sound as miserable as I felt.

Little by little, my defenses crumbled. Valentina started talking about her plans, her fear of not getting into art school, her desire to act, to travel, and how she always felt a bit out of place in large groups. I began to relax. She was brilliant, witty in a subtle way, and listened to me with an attention that made me feel important. We went from awkwardness to easy trust. She was radiant, and although I didn't feel the "butterflies" everyone talks about when you're in love, I couldn't deny that I liked her a lot. She was a good girl. Too good for the mess I was in.
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The following two weeks were a rehearsal for a relationship. We went out a couple more times to the movies and for walks in the park. There were a couple of kisses, brief and soft, which left me more confused than anything else. She was clearly in love; I was in a gray area, enjoying her company but with Ronald's shadow always looming. Besides, I couldn't help thinking that the one who really drove me crazy… was her mother. I had tried to contact Salma, Valentina's mother, who had made the connection so that I could sleep with Valentina… and from there our relationship would begin. But Salma never answered my messages. It seemed that the closer I got to Valentina, the further I drifted away from her mother… and from her infernal body.

Ronald wouldn't talk to me. He completely ignored me in the hallways, and in class he sat at the other end of the room. I felt like I'd lost my best friend.

The next good turn came one ordinary afternoon when Valentina invited me to the concert.

- “My dad got me tickets to see Gracie Abrams,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Please tell me you’re coming with me!” she pouted.

I had absolutely no idea who Gracie Abrams was, and I suspected it wouldn’t be my style, but I couldn’t say no. Not after all.
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The stadium was buzzing with electricity. I wasn't very familiar with Gracie Abrams' music, but from the moment she stepped onto the stage with her guitar, I was captivated. There was something about her voice, a raw vulnerability mixed with a magnetic stage presence, that left me speechless. Valentina sang every lyric with fervor, but I couldn't take my eyes off the artist. It was as if each of her songs spoke to my own confusion, the messiness of being young and not knowing where to direct my heart.



At the end of the show, Valentina was ecstatic.

- "You won't believe this!" she shouted over the roar of the crowd. "My dad got a backstage pass! We're going to meet Gracie!"

We walked through corridors guarded by security until we reached a quieter area. There she was, drinking water from a bottle, still with the sweat from the concert glistening on her forehead. Gracie turned out to be incredibly friendly. She greeted Valentina with a hug and then shook my hand, holding my gaze a second longer than necessary.

- “I loved your show,” I managed to say, feeling a shyness I hadn't even felt with Valentina.

- “Thanks, Evan. I'm glad you came,” she replied with a lopsided smile.

The three of us were getting ready for a selfie when Valentina's phone rang. She looked at the screen anxiously.

- "Oooh, the moment has arrived… Excuse me, I have to answer, it's an emergency! Don't move! I'll be back in two minutes!"

Valentina dashed out of the dressing room, leaving Gracie and me in sudden silence.
I cleared my throat, feeling ridiculous.

- “You must be tired,” I said, searching for something to talk about.

- “A little. But the adrenaline helps.” She took a step closer, leaning against one of the equipment boxes. “You have an interesting look, Evan. You seem like someone who has a lot on their mind.”

- “You have no idea.” I laughed nervously.

We started talking. It was strange; I felt oddly comfortable with Gracie, as if we'd known each other in another life. We talked about the pressure of expectations, the loneliness of crowds. She started teasing me about my shyness, and I flirted back almost without realizing it. The atmosphere in that small room shifted. The electricity I'd felt in the stadium was now concentrated between the two of us.

Gracie moved closer. I could smell her perfume, a blend of flowers and sweet weariness.

- "Are you always this reserved?" she whispered.

Before I could answer, she closed the distance and kissed me. It was a quick kiss, but charged with an intensity that made me forget who I was, where I was, and who was waiting for me outside. I hesitated for a second, the image of Valentina and Ronald flashing through my mind like ghosts, but then I surrendered and kissed her back. It was a moment of pure madness, an impossible connection between a schoolboy and a rising star.



But it couldn't end there. Lost in the softness of her kisses, I hadn't noticed that her hands had taken hold of my groin, and my penis was showing the effects of her caresses.

- “May I?” she asked, somewhat shyly.

By then, my penis was already hard, and that was dictating my decision-making. In response, I simply kissed her more intensely while roughly grabbing her tiny but firm buttocks.
She pulled my penis out of my pants and knelt down, holding my erect penis in her hand. She stroked it gently, slowly masturbating me.

- “I like your little bird,” she said. “It’s thick, and I think it’s a little bigger than my boyfriend’s.”

I wasn’t listening to her; the truth is, I was enjoying Gracie’s caresses and I didn’t give a damn about her boyfriend. She stroked me for a long time, as if she were waiting for the perfect moment to start sucking. Until suddenly I felt her warm mouth kiss my penis. It was a strange sensation, and of course, very pleasant. Her warm mouth surrounded my penis with great affection, and she began to suck gently.

I felt my penis stretch harder than it ever had before. "How amazing the way she sucked!" It was clear she enjoyed it. Slowly, she took my cock in her mouth, trying to fit it all in, which she managed with some difficulty. While she was kneeling with her ass up in the air, her left hand had slipped inside the skirt she was wearing for the show and was gently caressing her pussy. At that moment, I wondered what her pussy was like. As if reading my thoughts, she said:

- "Put it in, daddy, I need to feel a good cock."

Things were moving fast. The truth is, Gracie wasn't my usual type. I tend to prefer petite women with ample curves (and if they're experienced, even better), but Gracie was the complete opposite. Not only was she quite thin and slender (and very young), but she had absolutely no curves. It wasn't just that she didn't have Salma Hayek's or Lauren's spectacular breasts or ass: she simply had no curves, no ass, no breasts. But despite all that, by that point, my lust was already intense, and every fiber of my being was begging me to fuck her brains out.



I told her to lock the office door and take off her panties, which she quickly did. I positioned her on the desk and lifted her skirt to get a good view of her sex. Her pussy looked tiny, even more so compared to the thickness of my cock. I placed the tip at her entrance and began to slowly slide the head in and out, trying to go in little by little. I didn't want to ruin that tight vagina. Her moans began slowly, and I confess that I loved the tightness. It felt so good, and I slowly began to take possession of her until I buried my cock completely inside her pussy, which was squeezing me deliciously. Gracie was already panting and had had a couple of orgasms and was still asking for more action. I pressed her against me, grabbing her barely visible buttocks, and placed my ring finger on her anus, trying to caress it and give her another orgasm. Gracie quickly had an orgasm, as evidenced by a gasp and rolling her eyes back.

I let her rest for a bit while I opened her blouse to get hold of her breasts, which sprang up like they'd been propelled by a spring. They were gorgeous! They weren't big, but they were rock hard, and her nipples were small, pointed, and pink. I sucked on them until I was tired, while I continued the thrusting that had already brought me to the brink. I was eager to finish.

“Wait a bit,” she said, “let me turn around.”

She got rid of me, and turning around, offered me her skinny ass.

- “Come on,” she said, spreading her cheeks, “Put it in my hole. I love it when you play with my little ass.”

- “Has anyone ever put it in here before?” I asked, shocked.

- “No,” she admitted, “You’ll be the first, but I’m so horny I want you to finish in my ass with all your might.”

The truth is, I'd imagined finishing in her mouth. That skinny ass didn't appeal to me, but it was impossible to refuse such a brazen offer. So I decided to penetrate that small pair of buttocks. The idea of pleasing her and completing Gracie's series of holes turned me on. I placed the tip of my penis at her anus and began to push. To my surprise, it reacted as if it were expecting a visitor and facilitated my entry sooner than expected. In just a few seconds, Gracie's entire ass was penetrated. And the truth is, her ass felt exquisite.



I asked her how it felt.

- “I’m… I’m fine!!” she moaned. “Give it to me hard, I want it all inside.”

Actually, I didn’t have any more room to give her. My penis looked enormous in her small ass, and that excited me in a new way I’d never experienced before, not even when I’d fucked Lauren’s or Salma’s huge asses. Gracie had a youthful, angelic air about her, and I never imagined her so hot. I don’t know how long I was fucking her ass, but it felt like hours, and I didn’t get tired. I was burning with desire, and Gracie had four or five orgasms, never stopping to encourage me to put it all the way in.

Finally, I ejaculated inside her ass with all my might. When I pulled out, her anus was a gaping hole. My semen was visible at the bottom; I'd never had the chance to see what an ass looks like that wide open.

We separated just as we heard footsteps in the hallway. Thank goodness Gracie had locked the door! We got dressed again in a flash, and at that moment I was grateful that we'd mostly had anal sex, so it didn't leave such visible marks. To my surprise, Gracie finished dressing even faster than I did. She winked at me and stepped back to the mirror, pretending to touch up her makeup with astonishing skill.




At that moment, there were two anxious knocks on the door. I opened it, feigning innocence, and the door flew open. Valentina practically jumped in, her face beaming with a joy that pained me to see.

- “That’s it! Everything’s settled!” she exclaimed, coming closer and taking my arm tightly. “Gracie, I can’t believe I’m here with you and the most amazing guy in the world!”

Valentina looked into my eyes with complete devotion, while I was still trying to process the intense sex session I’d just shared with Gracie. Then she dropped the bombshell:

- “Evan, after this magical night… I don’t want to wait any longer. Will you be my boyfriend, I mean, officially?”

I froze. I looked at Valentina, brimming with excitement. I looked at Gracie, who was watching me from the mirror with an unreadable expression, a mixture of amusement and curiosity. I remembered Ronald, the friend I'd lost because of this mess. The dressing room suddenly felt very small, and Gracie Abrams's voice kept echoing in my head, reminding me that sometimes, by not wanting to hurt anyone, you end up in the biggest fire of all.

- "I..." I began to mutter, while the world waited for my answer.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 5: Valentina Pinauly Hayek & Alyvia Alyn Lind

The weight of the "yes" I uttered in that dressing room still feels like a gold medal made of lead. Two weeks have passed since I agreed to be Valentina's boyfriend under Gracie Abrams's enigmatic gaze, and my life has transformed into a romantic movie where, sometimes, I forget I'm the star and not an extra with a borrowed script.

Valentina is happy. Truly happy. She treats me with a devotion that overwhelms me, and, to be honest, I'm happy. There's a strange peace in letting yourself be loved, in having someone who seeks you out in the hallways and holds your hand in front of everyone. But that peace comes at a price, one I pay every time I cross the schoolyard.

Ronald and Thomas, my two lifelong friends, my two pillars, are no longer around. It's not just that they don't talk to me; they've perfected the art of invisibility. When I walk past them, Thomas stares at his phone with scientific intensity, and Ronald simply clenches his jaw and turns his head away. It is a physical void, a hole in the chest that no caress from Valentina manages to fill completely.

If it weren't for Valentina's "entourage," my lunches would be an exercise in utter solitude. She's integrated me into her group of friends, a constellation of girls who seem to live in a glass bubble. They're nice, I can't deny it, but their conversations usually revolve around three unshakeable topics: the exact shade of nail polish, who's wearing the most authentic pearl necklace, and what dress they'll wear to the next party—to which, of course, I'm invited.

Sometimes I feel like just another accessory, a new handbag that Valentina proudly shows off. However, there's one exception: Alyivia. She's an exchange student from the United States who came to perfect her French. And if that was the goal, what better destination than the French-American school in Paris?

Alyivia is different. Of course, she also comes from a wealthy family in her country (I would later learn that she belongs to a sort of Hollywood acting dynasty), but she doesn't live in a bubble. She's worked as an actress since she was a child and has had many experiences that Valentina's friends have only seen in movies. Perhaps that's why she has a spark of cynicism that I can connect with so easily. When the other girls get into a ten-minute debate about whether rose gold is out of fashion, she looks at me, rolls her eyes, and whispers some cutting joke that takes my breath away.
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Everything changed last Monday when Valentina broke the news to me between sobs and smiles. Her father, in a generous gesture for her birthday, has organized a month-long family trip. She, her siblings, and her father will travel through several European countries and then cross the ocean to visit her brother and other relatives who live in the United States.

- "A month, Evan!" she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I don't know how I'm going to survive without seeing you every day."

I smiled and told her I would miss her, and it's true, but a part of me felt a guilty relief. A month's respite. A month to try to get my life back to normal without Valentina clinging to my arm. A month to soothe that feeling of guilt and, why not say it, lust, that's been gnawing at me lately.
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As a farewell before her departure, Valentina decided to organize a "romantic day" at her house. When I arrived, the place looked like something out of a period novel. Flower petals (I think they were roses, although with Valentina's group I've learned that the specific name matters a lot) were scattered around the entrance, and a soft light bathed everything.

We spent the afternoon in her garden. She had prepared an elaborate afternoon tea and kept talking about what we would do when she returned.

- “Do you realize I’m going to miss our one-month anniversary? I was thinking that when I get back, we could go to that restaurant in the hills,” she said, showing me pictures of the dresses she’d bought for the trip. “Do you like this emerald green, or do you think sapphire would make my eyes pop more?”

- “Green looks amazing on you, Val,” I replied mechanically.

Suddenly, she leaned back in my lap and sat there silently, staring at the clouds.

- “Evan, do you know why I asked you to be my boyfriend in Gracie’s dressing room?” she asked abruptly.
My heart skipped a beat. Had he seen something? Had Gracie’s perfume lingered on my clothes?

—“No, why?”

— “Because I felt that in that moment, surrounded by so many people and so much fame, you were the only real thing. I saw you standing there, so simple and so you, and I knew I wanted you to be mine.”

I felt like the worst human being on the planet. She was in love with a version of me that was, in part, a lie. I hadn't told her anything about the sex I'd had with the singer seconds before she'd made her move. I hadn't told her that sometimes, when I close my eyes, it's not her face I see first, but her own mother's.

We spent the afternoon sitting in the garden. Valentina had rested her head on me, her eyes slightly closed. It was a moment that filled me with tenderness, but my raging hormones appeared to ruin the innocence of the scene. I felt the light brush of her skin against my bare shoulder, and my arousal began to surface. I couldn't help but notice the suggestive cleavage visible from my perspective. I could practically see her breasts completely. Valentina didn't have anything close to her mother's breasts, but her delicate shape was by no means negligible. My cock gave a slight twitch in my pants, and, if Valentina noticed, she didn't say anything about it.

All the hair on my chest stood on end when I felt the light touch of his nails on my skin. He had begun to trace small circles on my chest, while his head remained resting on my shoulder. He pressed himself a little closer to me, which only made my pulse race.

- "You are hot, aren't you..." he whispered as he explored my abdomen and arm.

- "Thank you..."

The way she said it stirred something in me. It was a stifled whisper, practically a gasp. I shifted more comfortably, letting Valentina rest her head again, but this time she didn't choose to rest it on my shoulder, but directly on my chest. That position gave me an even better view of her incredible breasts.

I felt slightly emboldened, so I put my arm around Valentina's waist and pulled her a little closer. To my surprise, she let out a soft moan, but didn't complain in the slightest. Her body was pressed against mine, and I was admiring her beautiful body. My hand was caressing her flat, toned stomach. I think at that moment there was nothing that turned me on more than a stomach like that. For a second, the memory of Gracie's amazing abs crossed my mind, but I tried hard to erase it…

I was going completely crazy, and my cock was even harder than before. I could feel Valentina's gaze darting between her front door, anxious to see if any of her family would appear, and the bulge in my pants. A soft moan from Valentina shattered what little control I had left. I slowly lowered my gaze, following her arm until my hand disappeared beneath her skirt. I began to masturbate her... very slowly... I moved closer to her neck, breathing against it and inhaling her scent. Valentina's moans intensified, and I brought my lips to her neck, while my hand slipped into her cleavage, directly touching her breasts.



It was an incredible sensation. Soft yet firm at the same time, with hard nipples that I didn't hesitate to pinch lightly, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from Valentina. At that moment, I felt a gentle touch on my cock. Valentina had slipped her free hand under my pants, gripping my penis firmly.

- "It's burning hot... And so hard..." she whispered.

At that moment, she lifted her head, looking directly into my eyes with an expression somewhere between pleading and pleasure.

-"Evan..."- she paused slightly, increasing the tension. -"Will you let me... suck you off?"
The way she said it, the way she looked at my free and erect penis, and the sounds she made while masturbating were enough for me. I nodded, without saying a word. Valentina smiled, settling herself on the grass as she brought her mouth to the tip of my penis. As she did, she gave me a perfect view of her ass, which I didn't hesitate to touch with my hands, pulling down her skirt to expose her wet pussy.

I melted with pleasure as I felt Valentina's lips kiss the tip of my penis, only to slowly take it into her mouth. It was an incredible sensation. Valentina was still quite inexperienced when it came to sex, but in the weeks we'd been dating, she had improved her oral skills considerably.

She used one hand to masturbate me, while with her mouth she moved up and down, trying to take a little more in each time. I felt like I was going to come very soon, but I tried to hold on as long as possible.

I brought my fingers to her pussy, gently brushing them at first, lubricating them with her own fluids, before starting rhythmic movements inside her. Our moans intensified, each of us lost in our own bodies. I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, a sign of her orgasm, which she accompanied with a loud moan around my cock.

- "Valentina... I'm cummingggg," I warned her, but she didn't stop.

Valentina, in an effort I hadn't seen coming, took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, forcing me to explode inside her in one of the best orgasms I can remember to this day. When I finished, Valentina took my penis out of her mouth, completely covered in a mixture of saliva and my own semen. I was curious what she was going to do with what was in her mouth, but the moment I saw her swallow it without hesitation, looking me straight in the eyes and then biting her lip, was the instant that, if I wasn't already, I completely fell in love with her.



The afternoon ended with promises of daily video calls and future plans that made me feel increasingly trapped in a silken web. Valentina is sweet, she's beautiful, and her family has accepted me as one of their own, but as she kissed me goodbye, I could only think of two things: Ronald's deathly silence and Gracie's defiant gaze in the dressing room mirror.

Now Valentina is gone. The airport is behind me, and I'm alone in my room, with a month of freedom ahead and the weight of a secret that's becoming too much for me to keep alone.

To make matters worse, there was another negative consequence of Valentina's absence, one far more ordinary and mundane: I no longer had a partner for school projects. Traditionally, whenever we had to do group work, I paired up with Thomas and Ronald. But since our friendship ended, I had no choice but to join Valentina and her friends.

Now that Valentina wasn't there, I resigned myself to joining one of my girlfriend's silly, giggling friends. However, luck was on my side: they had all already formed their respective groups, and none of them wanted to join me… except for the exchange student. I sighed with relief and walked over to Alyivia, who was looking at me with a half-smile.

We arranged to meet to work on the project on Wednesday after school. We were going to meet in the study hall, a somewhat dark room despite the lamps hanging from the ceiling, with no windows and only one entrance and one exit. However, it was ideal for studying in peace.

When I arrived at the appointed time, she was already there, waiting patiently for me. She greeted me with a captivating smile, and I noticed again (not for the first time, I have to admit) how beautiful she was. Her beauty was especially striking when she wore a low-cut top, and that afternoon she had an impressive one… She was pressing her folder against her voluptuous chest and speaking very energetically, explaining her ideas about the project we had to do, while I was just thinking, “When I get home I’m going to masturbate thinking about these tits.” She was so pretty, she was beautiful, I wanted to undress her and touch her all over, I wanted to take her to my bed, I wanted to fuck her and make her mine…



I was suddenly jolted out of my fevered reverie when she said,

- "So, what do you think?"

- "Uh... I agree," I stammered.

- "You really didn't hear anything, did you?" she asked, looking at me with a wry smile.

- "Well, actually, I didn't," I replied, embarrassed. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind..."

- "Apology accepted," she answered, letting out a little laugh.

So we got down to work. The afternoon flew by as we were engrossed in our tasks. The girl was very intelligent, and it was really easy to study and plan together, so things progressed very quickly. We were almost finished, and I was deep in thought when she interrupted me:

- “You have a lovely gaze,” she said shyly. “I mean, when you’re thinking and not drooling like a monkey,” she added, laughing.

- “Thanks!” I replied, surprised (and pleased, I won’t deny it).

- “Yeah, except when you’re staring at the girls’ breasts in class with that goofy look on your face, hahaha.”

- “Have you noticed?” I asked, now embarrassed.

- “All women notice, it’s hilarious!” she said, laughing. “But it’s also flattering. By the way, tell me, am I pretty?”

- “Gulp! Really? Ahhh… yes, yes… Yes, of course, you’re pretty,” I replied, feeling a little awkward.

- “Are you okay?” she asked.

- “Yes,” I answered.

- “You seem nervous,” she said, leaning towards me. My gaze couldn’t help but wander to her cleavage, which was getting closer and closer.

- "No, it's okay... nothing" - I couldn't tell her that I was getting turned on.

- “I know how I’m going to help you: by giving you a neck massage!”

- “I don’t think so…” I hadn’t finished when she stood up and stood behind me, beginning to stroke my neck. It was certainly relaxing.

After a while, she asked:

- “It’s relaxing, isn’t it?”

- “Yes,” I replied.

- “Now it’s going to be even better,” she said, caressing my chest. “You accumulate a lot of tension here in your belly,” she added, stroking my stomach.

- “…and here’s your problem,” she said, taking my cock through my pants.

- “Alyvia!!” I said.

- “Shut up, don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to fuck me. Do you think I don’t notice?”

I didn’t say anything, I just started kissing her. Then I began to touch her breasts. She sat on the table on top of my book and notebook and finished taking off her shirt, revealing her bra. Then she lifted her skirt to show her panties.

- “Do you like what you see?” he asked seductively.

- “Yes, of course.”

- “Well, it’s all yours.”

- “But… what about Valentina…?” I was suddenly overcome with remorse.

- “Who’s going to tell her?” he replied. “I have no reason to tell her anything that happens in this room. Do you?”

- “No,” I said, already surrendering to my lust.

- “That’s what I like.”

I got up and started kissing her furiously. Then I took off her shirt, leaving it on the table. Her bra was unhooked, and I saw her breasts. They were beautiful, big, perky, full, with small brown nipples.



Meanwhile, she had unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out of my pants and was now massaging it from top to bottom.I moved my hands down and started undoing the clasp of her skirt. I was nervous; someone could walk into the room at any moment, and I wanted to fuck her. Finally, I took off her skirt and then slid her panties down her legs. She was completely naked. The hottest girl in school was standing naked in front of me with my cock in her hands.

I didn't think twice and grabbed her legs to pull her closer to my cock, but she stopped me.

- “Not so fast, cowboy,” she said.

I couldn't believe she stopped me then, but…
- “First I want to suck this huge cock,” she said, and with that, she knelt down.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. I sat in my chair, and she started spreading my legs and sucking my cock. The feeling I got when she sucked my cock was indescribable. I was living a dream. While she was taking my cock in her mouth, she was playing with my balls. If she kept going like that, I was going to come very soon.

- “I can't wait any longer, I have to fuck you,” I said desperately.

- “I can't wait either,” she said.

She climbed onto the table, and while I was fucking her, I was fondling those dreamy breasts.

The sex was escalating very quickly. We were reaching peak arousal when the sound of approaching footsteps made us realize where we were and what we were doing. And worse, the way we looked…
- “What do we do?...” she asked, startled.

My mind crossed to close the front door, but… we were in the study hall! Anyone could walk in! Damn. Had they heard us?

- “Well, we have to hide…” I said quickly, pointing to the empty space behind a bookshelf, in a dimly lit corner of the room, hidden from view from the only entrance. Anywhere else it would have been an embarrassing situation, a prank perhaps without major consequences, but in the Lyceé's cloisters (and depending on who entered that space) it could mean certain expulsion.

The footsteps were getting closer. With my pants barely above my knees, I hurried to settle into that hidden corner. Alyvia, on the other hand, gripped by fear, was trying to fix herself… I went back to her and pulled her close… her breasts exposed and her pubic area bare.

Once inside our hiding place, I sat in the only chair, and Alyvia sat on my lap, her back to me. Because of how cramped the space was, Alyvia's bare buttocks were practically on my groin, which was also bare. A temptation I didn't pay much attention to at that moment, given how dangerous the situation was.

Unfortunately for us, the chair was old and creaked under our weight. Alyvia shifted, trying to find a position that would relieve the pressure on the chair. In doing so, her buttocks parted, and the position she assumed was incredibly arousing.

My cock seemed to have a life of its own, so, without thinking about the delicate nature of our situation, it simply began to harden… Alyvia noticed it, or rather, she felt it. A small tremor ran down her spine:

- “Don’t even think about it…” she scolded me in a low voice, turning halfway around.

She wanted to say more, but the sound of heels entering the room interrupted her. "I hope she just wants to look for a book," I thought. Meanwhile, instinctively, my cock had positioned itself at her vaginal lips, brushing against them. Alyvia lowered her head, perhaps cursing my untimely arousal or simply trying to control her own.

After a few seconds, her pussy began to wet, moistening my penis as well. I couldn't help it; the forbidden nature of the situation, Alyvia's fleshy buttocks, her narrow waist, her soaked pubis… I couldn't resist any longer, and without thinking, I took her by the waist and gently pulled her closer. I wanted to feel her tight cunt better.



Alyvia turned her head halfway; I could see her surprised expression. Another shudder ran through her as she felt my cock partially slide into her moist vagina. We may have made some noise, but I think the noise from the guest next door drowned us out. I heard the intruder noisily moving some shelves, looking for something, and I took the opportunity to lift Alyvia's buttocks and position my penis at the entrance of her vagina.

At first she struggled a little, but with my cock already in position, the head of my penis partially inside her, giving her a delicious tingle, she stopped. Then she simply lowered herself, taking my stiff cock in inch by inch. I felt Alyvia's body tremble.

Next door, our occasional companion had found what she was looking for and was about to leave. I heard the sound of her door opening, while I felt Alyvia's vaginal lips wide open, enveloping my penis with all her wetness and warmth.

She stifled a moan in her throat, but overcome by her excitement, she proceeded to wiggle her magnificent ass all over my groin. I felt my penis stirring her intimacy and filling her with pleasure…

- “Ummm…” This time, a sweet, deep moan escaped her lips.

I wanted to moan too… I was on cloud nine; it felt so good to have her like this. But then I remembered our situation and instinctively stiffened. Alyvia realized how inappropriate her moan was. All that was left was to hope our visitor hadn't noticed… but…

- “Is anyone there?” a voice asked, sounding like the Dean's secretary.

Alyvia froze, her body tensed, and my penis felt the effects of this spasm.

- “Is anyone there? Answer me…” the woman repeated, more serious now. We heard her heels approaching.

No answer, only silence. I could hear Alyvia whimpering from where she was. The sound of heels was getting closer, and I noticed her shadow growing longer… Damn, the old woman was so close, almost at the level of the table where we'd been sitting all afternoon. Any minute now she was going to see the dark corner. Just then, an unexpected voice came to our rescue.

- “Mademoiselle Jacquier!” the familiar voice called.

- “Yes, Thomas?” the secretary's voice answered.

- “The Dean is looking for you. It's to talk about the project I mentioned to him,” said Thomas, my friend.

- “Oh, right. I'm coming, I'm coming.”

The call of duty was stronger than her curiosity. The secretary quickly turned and left the room, followed by the energetic footsteps of Thomas. Incredible, it was my old friend (now enemy) who had unwittingly saved my skin.

I sighed with relief as the footsteps faded into the distance. Alyvia also relaxed, and once again her lovely backside pressed against me. The chair creaked loudly; it was about to tip over with both of us on it. I planted my feet on the floor and pushed Alyvia out. In that moment, I thrust my cock hard into her, and she shuddered.

- "Ohhh..." she exclaimed. It didn't sound like a complaint to me, but rather a pleasant surprise.

She didn't say anything, so I understood that she accepted finishing what we had started. I pushed her onto the table, swirling my penis around in her pussy, which was getting wet again.

- “Uhmmm… I don’t think so…” she protested in a low voice, revealing her excitement.

I didn't let her continue her protest, as my hands sought her breasts. I found them swollen, rising and falling with Alyvia's ragged breathing. Her erect nipples accepted my caresses…
- “Ayyy… no… please no… don't do that…” she begged. However, the tone of her voice invited me to do it.

She wiggled her delicious bottom against my groin, savoring the rigidity and width of my penis. Again she rose and fell… over and over…

- “Oh Evan… what pleasure… you make me do crazy things…”

- “And you drive me crazy…” I replied.

Her hands made mine squeeze her breasts, while her bottom bounced against my groin…
- “Ahhh… ahhh…the doorman might come… ahhh ahhh…”

- “I don’t care…” I told her.

A few seconds later, perhaps because of the dizzying speed of her up-and-down movements, that sweet friction between our genitals, and the adrenaline of the situation, the possibility of being discovered, all of it combined to bring us to a pleasurable orgasm.



My semen seemed to defy gravity; jets and jets of viscous liquid filled her already lubricated and soaked pussy, finally trickling out again from her intimate depths.
All this pleasurable excitement caused our bodies to relax, especially hers, as she slumped back down on the table.

I slumped down on the table too, next to our notes. We looked at each other… What were her eyes saying? Guilt? Shame? I tried to decipher it… But it wasn't that…

She took me by the neck and pulled me closer to her sweet lips; it seemed like an effusive display of gratitude, of affection perhaps. We remained like that for a few seconds, maybe minutes, until…

The vibration and the faint sound in my pants told me I had a call. We continued kissing for a few more moments, but the persistent ringing made us pull apart.

Then I recognized it. It was the ringtone I'd set for her, my girlfriend. Damn it! I have a girlfriend…

- “Go on, answer it, it might be something important…” Alyvia told me.

- “Give me a second,” I said. I hurriedly searched for my cell phone. As I expected, it was Valentina, my girlfriend.

- “Hi, love, what’s up…” I answered mechanically.

I don't know how Alyvia reacted to hearing that phone call, which I was used to. Instinctively, I turned to the table where she was sitting. She had her back to me, rummaging through her things. "She's probably getting ready," I thought.

- "Why are you answering so flustered?" Valentina asked.

- "You caught me in the bathroom," I lied.

- "Oh... sorry..." she said with a smile.

- "No, it's okay, tell me, is something wrong?" I asked, worried.

- "No, it's just that you said you'd call me when you got out of school... and it was already late... Well, I got worried," she said in her sweet voice.

- “Oh mon… mon amour,” I stammered, self-conscious. It was a little awkward to call her “my love” with Alyvia half-naked and dripping my semen beside me, but not doing so would have aroused suspicion. I simply added:

- “Val, I’m sorry, I told you I had to finish a job. I’ve been working on it all afternoon.”

- “Oh, right. But Alyvia is helping you, isn’t she?”

- “Yes, she was a big help…” I murmured, watching Alyvia standing at the table where I had possessed her earlier. She was once again wearing her beautiful dress. I took in her impressive breasts, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her firm ass… I was getting another erection, but…

- “Amour??” Valentina insisted on the phone.

- “What?” I replied, coming back to my senses.

- “Just send me a kiss and tell me you love me, and I’ll sleep peacefully,” she said mischievously.

- “Val, there are people here,” I replied, lowering my voice.
Of course, Alyvia was beside me, one ear open, and her delicious melons too.

- “Come on, mon amour…” Valentina insisted in her childlike voice. “Don’t you love me?” she asked playfully.
A whimsical question. It was an innocent little game whose answer should have been obvious… but after what happened… Do I love her?... Why am I doing this?... If I loved her, wouldn’t I do this?... She doesn’t deserve this…

- “Mon amour?” Valentina insisted, looking for an answer.

- “Okay: I love you… sleep well,” I said, and then I made a kissing sound. I wanted to end that conversation before the guilt completely overwhelmed me.

- “I love you too! Work hard and behave yourself,” she also blew a loud kiss into the phone; I think even Alyvia heard it. Then she hung up.

That “I love you” broke my heart. I felt like a piece of trash, a liar of the worst kind.

- “That girl is way toooooo sweet,” Alyvia said, pulling me out of my reverie.

- “Yeah, well, that’s just how she is…” I said thoughtfully. “Okay, let’s get out of here. It’s almost 6 o’clock, the doorman shouldn’t be long.”

- “Alright, just one thing,” - she said with a mischievous smile - “pull up your pants.”

- “Damn.”

I tidied myself up as best I could. Alyvia went out first, to see if there was any activity. Since the hallway was clear, she called out to me to come out.
We walked in silence, lost in thought, and when we reached the school gate, we greeted each other somewhat awkwardly.
It had been the hottest sex of my life, but now my head was a sea of questions and regrets…

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 6: Eva Green


Silence is a strange creature. When Valentina left, I thought silence would be my ally in winning Ronald back, but it ended up becoming an empty room where the echo of my own thoughts deafened me. Video calls with her were a display of her itinerant happiness: beaches, museums, family dinners. I would smile at the camera, say "I miss you," and hang up, feeling like an imposter who had just renewed his subscription to a lie.

Not even Alyvia could pull me out of my lethargy. We still talked, of course, and shared schoolwork, but the relationship had cooled considerably (ironically) since our last passionate encounter. Whenever I tried to talk about something more personal or invite her to do something alone, she declined. Our friendship was limited to banal conversations, and the only interaction we had on social media was sending each other memes. I was in a kind of emotional limbo, suspended between the guilt for what I had done and the emptiness of what I had lost.

Until Saturday arrived, the day of the party.

Valentina's friends, some of whom seemed to have a master's degree in organizing pointless events, insisted so much that I finally agreed. The party was at a mansion in a neighborhood so exclusive that even the trees seemed to have a pedigree. Security at the entrance, stone pathways lit by designer torches, and music hammering off the glass walls.
I arrived alone. I was given a glass of something clear and expensive that tasted like pretentious tonic. I wandered around, dodging conversations about cryptocurrency investments and ski resorts. I felt like a ghost in a hall of mirrors.

I barely stopped for more than a couple of minutes to chat with Valentina's friends, but their rounds of gossip and silly giggles quickly overwhelmed me. When that happened, I needed to move and give my ears—and my head—a rest. To do this, I resumed my rounds of circling the room.

And then, I saw her.

It wasn't possible. Through the haze of the smoke machine and the beams of LED lights, I glimpsed a silhouette I knew all too well. It was her. Alyvia Lind. She wore a simple black dress that accentuated her curves and that captivating smile.



My heart, which had been on life support for days, started racing. It wasn't that I wanted to relive that passionate encounter—or so I told myself—but I needed to talk to her. I needed to know if it had been a game, a spur-of-the-moment impulse, or something real.

"Alyvia!" I tried to call, but my voice was lost in the booming bass of the music.

I started following her. She moved with an almost ghostly fluidity through the crowd. I lost sight of her near the bar, then I thought I saw her going up some stairs, but it turned out to be a girl who looked somewhat like her. Sweat began to bead on my forehead. I felt like a stalker in a labyrinth of luxury.
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I stepped through a Louis XIV-style door that opened onto a side terrace, a darker spot farther from the dance floor. The fresh air was a fleeting relief. There, among the shadows of marble statues and perfectly manicured bushes, I found her.

But she wasn't alone.
Alyvia was leaning against a column. And facing her, hands on her hips and with a familiarity that made my stomach churn, was Thomas.
My ex-best friend. The one who had stopped speaking to me for "betraying" Ronald. The one who was supposed to hate me for agreeing to go out with Valentina. There he was, kissing the girl who had kissed me two weeks earlier. And it wasn't a shy kiss. It was a kiss of possession, of complicity, of victory.



I froze. The irony of fate was so sharp I could almost feel the slash in my chest. Ronald hated me for "stealing" Valentina, and now Thomas, the group's moral compass, was with Alyvia. How? Since when? Was this karma? Or some sick joke the universe was playing on me?

I felt a dull fury, a mixture of jealousy, betrayal, and humiliation that I couldn't process. I didn't want them to see me. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing my defeated face. I turned around and walked toward the main exit, bumping into a couple of guests who complained loudly.

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I went out into the front garden, away from the party lights. The night air was icy, but my head was burning. I was about to walk to the street to find a taxi when a voice, slurred and dripping with liquid irony, stopped me.

- “Well, another one who’s escaped the shipwreck. And here I thought young people these days loved a good time.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked toward the garden of the house next door, separated only by a low, ivy-covered fence. In the light of a moon that seemed made of paper, I saw the shadow of a woman leaning against a huge oak tree. I couldn’t see her face clearly, only the silhouette of a long dress and the glowing red point of a cigarette. The smoke rose in white spirals against the light.



- “It’s not the noise what it bothers me,” I replied, approaching the gate without really knowing why. “It’s the company.”

The woman let out a dry laugh, almost an elegant bark. “I understand. That house emits a frequency of stupidity that reaches my bedroom. I’ve spent two hours wishing lightning would strike that heated pool.”

I walked until I was a couple of meters away from her, separated only by the gate. Now I could see her better. She wasn’t a girl my age; she was somewhat older, perhaps in her thirties or forties, with a tired gaze, skin as pale as the moon, and a smile that seemed to know secrets I hadn’t yet discovered. She was beautiful in a careless way, like a ballroom after a long party.


- “Are you the grumpy neighbor?” I asked, forcing a smile.

- “I’m the grown-up neighbor,” she corrected, exhaling a puff of smoke that the wind carried toward me. “My name is Eva. And you look like you’ve seen a dead body, or worse, your ex with someone else.”

- “Worse,” I said, feeling the anger dissolve into a strange melancholy. “I’ve noticed everyone is just as hypocritical as I am.”

- “Welcome to adulthood, kid. Hypocrisy is the oil that keeps this shitty world turning.”

We chatted for a while. She was telling me how ridiculous the homeowners were, how money can't buy taste but it can buy the right to bother others. Her voice was magnetic, deep, and full of sarcastic undertones that made me feel, for the first time in weeks, that someone spoke my language. Not the language of Valentina's emerald green dresses, nor the language of Ronald's silences.

- "You know what's the funniest thing?" I said, leaning my arms against the fence. "That I came here looking for an explanation and I got a slap in the face."

- "Explanations are overrated," she said, flicking her cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it with the toe of her heel. "People look for reasons for their actions, but in the end, we're just animals looking for a little warmth before the lights go out."

He approached the gate. The scent of his cologne—somewhat woody and dark—mingled with the smell of tobacco. He looked me in the eyes, and I saw an understanding there that disarmed me. He wasn't judging me for being a confused teenager; he was looking at me as an equal in my discontent.

- "You're very tense," he whispered, and his hand, cold and soft, brushed my cheek against the gate.

I didn't think. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the spite of seeing Thomas with Alyvia, or maybe it was simply that I needed to feel something other than obligation or guilt. I leaned over the fence and kissed her.

It was a kiss unlike any I'd ever known. It didn't have Valentina's sweetness or Alyvia's forbidden electricity. It tasted of smoke, of a winter night, and of a shared cynicism that I found strangely comforting. She responded with an intensity that made me forget, for a few seconds, that on the other side of the wall the world was still conspiring against me.

When our lips parted, she acted with even greater intensity. She pushed me back unexpectedly, and I stumbled, luckily landing on my back against the fence.

Eva approached me with a certain deliberation, powerful, emboldened. Her forty-five years were well-cared for, her hair was straight and black, her eyes striking blue, and those two large, round breasts presided over a body whose scandalous curves commanded genuine respect. I won't say fear, but almost. When I was about half a meter away, she hiked up the dress she was wearing to her waist, revealing her from the navel down.

The sight was breathtaking. She had a spectacularly flat stomach. Shapely, seemingly firm legs. And a pubic area, a pubic area with a quantity of hair I had never seen anywhere, not in magazines, not in movies. Never. Ever.




- "So? Do you like it?" she asked, moving even closer.

But I didn't have time to answer. She pressed herself even closer, her pubic area less than two centimeters from my face. I almost felt some of her long hairs brush against my nose. It made me feel a little self-conscious, not disgusted, but uneasy. I looked up, and my eyes met hers, which were already there, waiting for me to look at her.

- "Stick out your tongue, boy," she ordered with a wicked smile. I didn't have much prior experience in this area, but I tried my best to apply everything I'd seen in countless pornographic videos over the years. I immediately positioned my head between Eva's legs, intensely licking her pussy, still through her panties. At the same time, my hands gripped her breasts tightly. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I soon felt the pleasurable touch of her hard nipples in the palms of my hands.

A deep, lustful moan filled the night as Eva felt the brush of my teeth against her swollen clitoris. Once I managed to remove her panties, revealing her soft, aroused sex, she gripped my head tightly with one hand, pulling me even deeper between her legs. Meanwhile, with the other, she didn't hesitate to caress and stroke my hardened cock, still contained by my pants and underwear.

I continued to meticulously lick her cunt. I plunged my tongue into her wet cavity, slicing along its warm walls, then nibbled at her clitoris, sometimes teasing it with my teeth, sometimes tugging at it with my lips. All the while, my hands were frantically caressing and squeezing Eva's generous breasts.



Eva, for her part, was enjoying the moment completely, surrendering herself shamelessly to lust. That same desire led her to unbutton my pants, hastily pull down my trousers and boxers, and not just caress my cock, but stroke it as if her life depended on it. Her handjob made my cock harden and grow even more, turning that experience into the most exciting I had ever had.

For a while longer we continued like this: with Eva rubbing my cock, masturbating it, and caressing my swollen balls, while I devoted all my energy to savoring my lover's frenzied pussy, all the while stimulating her clitoris.

And what had to happen, happened. The woman's body tensed, her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a long, deep moan, her legs closed, trapping my head tightly until I was almost suffocating. Seeing what was coming, I eagerly licked and sucked the delicious treat, enveloping the woman's cunt with my lips, pressing them, sucking them, and plunging my tongue into the warm, wet entrance of her addictive pussy, all the while working my fingers on her hardened, aroused clitoris, completely free of its protective hood.

Eva's body's next reaction was to spray my mouth and face. I continued licking and gathering up the remnants of her orgasm with my tongue, even for some time after she had finished coming, making her writhe with pleasure, leaving her breathless and weak, but with her desire and passion at their peak.

- “Not bad, kid,” the woman finally said when she could catch her breath, as we both leaned our backs against the small gate.

- “Come on, let’s go inside,” Eva said, as she began to stand up, still wearing her dress, though completely wrinkled, her pussy hot and glistening with fluids.

I followed her, but not before pulling up my pants and boxers again. With clumsy steps, without letting go of each other for a single moment, we entered the living room. My hands roamed over Eva's perfectly sculpted body, while she did the same to my torso, my back, and my arms.

I thought we were going to stay right there in the living room, but she pulled me along and led us toward the stairs. We hurried up (I, of course, took the opportunity to give her a couple of playful slaps on the buttocks along the way), and she headed straight for a double door we found as soon as we got upstairs. It was a huge bedroom, with a large window letting in the afternoon light, facing the back garden and the pool. On the right-hand wall was a huge bed, perfectly made, dressed with a bedspread that looked incredibly expensive. At its foot, on the opposite wall, was a sideboard, topped by a huge mirror.

The moment I stepped into the room, Eva turned to meet my eyes. I was mesmerized by that irresistible gaze and those dreamy eyes, so she quickly sprang into action, pulling down my pants and boxers in one swift motion, her seductive stare never leaving me.

Once I was undressed, Eva wrapped her arms around my neck. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, licking the inside, seeking to entwine it, sucking and caressing it, while her hands did the same to my body. Her hands caressed my back and chest, slowly tracing their way down my skin, descending to my stomach until they encountered the hard, erection of my cock. Eva grasped it, first gently, almost imperceptibly, eliciting a first, slight shudder from me. Then, she began to rub it vigorously, forcefully, moving her hand up and down the hard shaft, from one end to the other, bringing my cock to a state of heavenly ecstasy.

We slowly made our way to the edge of the bed. I tried to pull back the covers, but Eva was too impatient and made him suddenly pull me down onto the bed, immediately taking my erection into her mouth.



Her mouth began to move up and down my cock, just as her hand had done before, now caressing and massaging my balls, thick, hard, and swollen with semen.

Now it was my turn to moan incessantly, my mouth gaping wildly, struggling to fill my lungs with air. I gripped Eva's head tightly, tangling my fingers in her straight hair, enjoying a truly amazing blowjob like never before, performed by an expert and skilled mouth.

After a few brief minutes, my body tensed from head to toe, my waist arched, causing my cock to slide even deeper into Eva's mouth. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer and flooded Eva's mouth with a torrent of semen that came in several waves.

I had never come like that before. The orgasm was longer and more intense than any I had experienced up to that point. My body was still as eager as at the beginning, unable to stop moving my pelvis and pounding against the woman's palate with my throbbing cock, while the nectar from my body overflowed into Eva's mouth.

- “You’re a goddess,” I finally said, savoring the scene Eva presented, swallowing my seed with delight before my eyes.

- “Indeed, I am, darling,” she replied, placing her lips on the burning head of my cock.

The woman was still half-dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing my chest. She wasn’t wearing panties, but her dress was still on, one strap having slipped down, offering the delicious sight of one of her breasts, where a dark, hardened nipple stood out against her white skin.

Then I decided to take action. I sat down next to the woman and began to lick her nipple. I took it into my mouth to suck and bite it with my lips, grazing it with the edge of my teeth, causing her to shudder again.
She soon lay down on the bed, making my task easier. It was Eva herself who lowered the other strap of her dress, offering me both her breasts. I didn't hesitate for a moment to divide the attention of her mouth and hands between the two soft, warm mounds of her body.


As I delighted in kissing and licking both her breasts, caressing them with my hands, pinching her nipples with my fingers and lips, Eva again took hold of my cock, which soon returned to its previous state. I felt like I was in heaven once more.

The woman's nipples soon became two dark cherries, much to my delight. Eager to behold my lover's naked body, I managed to remove her dress, throwing it roughly to the floor beside the bed.



Once Eva was completely naked, she made me lie down on the bed. She stood on it, precariously balancing, with one foot on either side of my body. Then, Eva literally sat on my mouth, aligning her wet pussy with my hungry mouth. I immediately set about licking this coveted prize.

My licks were even more intense and deeper than those I had given her in the garden. My hands gripped her ass tightly. Besides fondling it thoroughly, I used my firm grip on her ass to pull Eva against me, allowing me to reach deeper inside her pussy with my tongue.

Eva's moans came immediately, as did her almost spasmodic movements, with which she thrust her pussy into my mouth again and again. I felt my nose, lips, mouth, and almost my entire face covered in the constant fluids emanating from that warm, desired orifice.

Eva ended up having another orgasm, as intense and pleasurable as the first, riding my mouth, rubbing her wet cunt against my face, thoroughly soaking me. She left me no room to breathe. Meanwhile, I gripped her ass with all my might. I even dared to start probing her anus with one of my fingers.

After a few seconds, Eva's breathing slowed and she regained her breath. She lowered herself, dragging her pubis down my chest and belly, leaving a wet trail in her wake, until her open, burning vulva met the thick head of my penis.

With one hand, I guided my cock to the very entrance of her pussy, dying with desire to penetrate her. At that moment, with perfect coordination, as if we had known each other for ages, Eva slid her body down again, seeking my cock. Simultaneously, I arched my back, allowing my penis to slide with absolute smoothness and ease into Eva's wet and receptive cunt.
Immediately, Eva began to ride me. She did so with complete determination, making my thick, hard cock, like cement, penetrate deep into her vagina.

I brought my mouth to her breasts to lick them again and bite her nipples. At the same time, my hands gripped her ass desperately, which kept moving, each time with increasing rhythm. Now the moans were shared. Both she and I moaned and sighed, gasping for air and feeling the heat of each other's bodies in our own fire.



Eva's hands rested on my chest. My hands gripped her ass, rubbing and caressing it, patting it instinctively, and playing with one of my fingers in the warm, soft opening of her anus, while I felt her cunt devour my cock, again and again, enveloping it, pressing and sucking it with each new movement.

My balls swelled again, filled with semen, about to explode. Eva rode me relentlessly. I almost pulled my cock out completely, only to thrust it back into her cunt with a swift movement, driving it deep inside her.

A few minutes later, between moans that turned into shouts, I spilled the contents of my balls inside Eva's cunt. I emptied my testicles, flooding her pussy. Then she came again, succumbing to pleasure once more, with increasingly intense and profound cries and movements, her mouth collapsing onto mine, our lips locked in a kiss charged with anxiety and need.

For almost a full minute, our bodies continued moving, each time slower. Neither of us wanted it to end, for this dream to have a conclusion.

Finally, Eva gave in. She pulled my throbbing cock out of her still-swollen cunt and collapsed onto the bed beside her, not caring about the stains of bodily fluids on the bedspread.

We separated, and she smiled, a smile that this time reached her eyes.

- “Go home, boy,” she whispered. “Before my husband and little girl get back and you end up in real trouble.”

I turned and left the house without looking back. As I walked to the car, the sounds of the party continued in the background, but I didn't care anymore. I had the taste of Eva and the night on my lips, and the certainty that, even though I missed Valentina and my friends, life was still worth it for nights like that.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 7: Sabrina Carpenter


Time spent at home without Valentina felt like an endless, rainy Sunday, the kind where the TV has nothing to offer and the silence in the kitchen becomes deafening. My parents worked late, and my only company was the whir of the refrigerator. I didn't talk to Ronald, Thomas was still lost in his own little mystery, and I'd even stopped talking to Alyvia. It wasn't because of her; I was simply exhausted from pretending everything was okay.

Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door expecting a food delivery person who'd gotten the wrong address. Instead, I found a cadet in an impeccable uniform holding a thick, cream-colored envelope.

"Evan?" he asked. I nodded, confused. "A delivery for you. Sign here."

He handed me the envelope and left. I stood in the doorway, staring at the object as if it were an artifact from a lost civilization. Who sends letters on paper in the 21st century? My fingers brushed against the rough texture of the envelope. There was no return address, only my name written in elegant, somewhat hurried handwriting.

I went inside and carefully broke the seal. Inside, I found a card in shades of pink and pastel, with a design that screamed "classic romance." My heart skipped a beat when I read the message:

I invite you to discover a beautiful surprise. March 16th at the Accor Arena. Half an hour after the show ends, in the main dressing room. You know why.

There was no signature. Instead, in the bottom right corner, was a perfectly defined lip swatch, stamped with vibrant red lipstick.



I slumped on the sofa, the card trembling in my hands. There was only one person who could have sent this. Valentina. March 16th was today. And the place... the main dressing room at the Accor Arena. It was exactly there where, three weeks ago, under the dim lighting and amid the scent of dried flowers, she had asked me to be her boyfriend. "You know why," the note read. It was clear: she wanted to recreate our beginning, celebrate our first official month in a spectacular way.

But wasn't she traveling? Had she returned early to surprise me? Perhaps her father, always so generous, had allowed her to come back early, or perhaps the whole trip had been a distraction leading up to this moment. The thought filled me with a strange euphoria, a mixture of relief and a pang of guilt that I tried to ignore. If she was going to this lengths, I had to rise to the occasion.


I arrived at the stadium two hours later. The atmosphere was electric, a sea of people blocking the surrounding streets. I didn't bother looking at the posters; I imagined the show was by some trendy pop star, one of those artists who draw crowds of screaming teenagers as if the world were about to end that very night.

I bought a ticket from a scalper—it cost me a small fortune, but I didn't care, money was no object—and managed to get in just as the lights went down and the bass shook the stadium's concrete floor. The spectacle was breathtaking: giant screens, laser lights that sliced through the air, and sound so powerful it felt like it was in your lungs. I paid no attention to the music. I stayed in a corner of the stands, checking my watch every five minutes. The show seemed like background noise, a necessary distraction before the truly beautiful surprise that awaited me.

When the final chords finally faded and the stadium lights came on, I waited patiently for the crowd to begin leaving. The clock struck the hour. It was time.

I headed toward the side area, where security guards formed a human barrier. When one of them, a burly man with an earpiece in his ear, blocked my path, I pulled out the pink card.

- “I have an invitation,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The guard took the card, examined it under his flashlight, and then looked me up and down. His expression, previously icy, shifted to something resembling respect, or perhaps it was simply the recognition of a code I didn't quite understand.

- “Wait here,” he ordered.

He walked a few feet away, spoke into his radio, and went through a metal door. Three minutes passed that felt like three hours. When he returned, he gestured for me to come in.

-“Main dressing room. At the end of the corridor on the right,” he said in a monotone voice. “Go straight there, without stopping. And go in without knocking. That’s what they said.”

-“Thank you,” I replied, swallowing hard.
The backstage corridor was a world apart. The chaos of the stadium had vanished, replaced by a pristine silence and the efficient bustle of technicians gathering cables. My footsteps echoed on the technical floor. My mind was a whirlwind: I imagined Valentina in there, in a new dress, maybe with candles or champagne, laughing at how she’d managed to trick me about the trip.

I reached the door. It had a gold plaque: "Main."

I paused for a second. I straightened my shirt collar and took a breath. The guard's words echoed in my head: "Enter without knocking." I pushed the doorknob, and it opened without resistance.

The dressing room was bathed in a warm, amber light. The air smelled of a mixture of jasmine, expensive tobacco, and something I couldn't quite place. There were no balloons, no "happy month" banners, no trace of Valentina.

Seated at the vanity, surrounded by mirrors with white bulbs, was a woman. It wasn't Valentina.

She was a young woman, no doubt. And blonde, too. But her full blonde hair, with perfectly defined waves, was much longer than Valentina's. Her skin was lighter, her eyes lighter. And her face was breathtaking, there was no denying it. She had her back to me, removing a necklace in front of the mirror. She was wearing the same shade of pink lipstick I'd seen on the card.


Hearing the door open, she turned slowly. She didn't seem surprised to see me; on the contrary, her smile was that of someone who had been waiting for the end of a magic trick.

-“You’re right on time, Evan,” she said in that soft, husky voice that had captivated me at the first concert. “I was wondering if you’d have the courage to come.”

I froze. My brain was trying to process the information: the message, the card, the place… It had all been her doing, not Valentina’s.

- “Did you send the letter?” I managed to ask, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.

- “It seemed more elegant than a text message. And I knew that if I mentioned this dressing room, you’d come running.” She stood up and walked toward me. Her steps were slow, deliberate. “Gracie told me what you like to do in this very dressing room. And I’d like to have the complete Parisian experience.”

The blonde girl looked at me seductively and stood up, proudly displaying her 5 feet tall frame. She had a towel wrapped around her body, but with a cinematic and very seductive gesture, she opened it. Underneath, she wore a gorgeous, sparkly one-piece outfit, covered in shimmering jewels. And most importantly, it showed off a spectacular figure: short but toned legs, a wasp waist, wide hips that hinted at a spectacular backside, round, perky, and proud breasts—all contained in a truly petite frame. And to top it all off, one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen.



By that time, I had already figured out who the girl was: the pop star who had performed that night. I didn't know her name, of course, but she cleared that up for me:

- "By the way, I'm Sabrina," she said, extending her hand with a seductive smile. I shook it, staring at her in awe, lost in her eyes and her angelic beauty. My penis had also come to life, falling into the clutches of the irresistible attraction that girl inspired.

At that moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I knew it was Valentina. Probably a video call from some exotic location to tell me how much she loved me and how much she enjoyed our "real connection." But my hand didn't move toward the phone. My gaze was fixed on Sabrina, on her pink lips, and on the fact that at that moment I would give anything to hold her, kiss her, fuck her...

This brainstorming session was interrupted when Sabrina lost her patience, came up to me, and kissed me. Then, with unexpected strength for her small size, she gave me a powerful shove that knocked me onto a spacious sofa at the side of the dressing room, near the door. Next, with a graceful movement, Sabrina straddled my legs and cupped my face in her small hands. By then, I couldn't wait any longer and I cupped her beautiful face in my hands as well. I began to gently kiss her lips. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while my hands caressed her long, curly hair. We melted into a passionate, wet kiss as she began to rock against my groin. Between the movie-worthy kiss and the friction of Sabrina rubbing against my pants, my arousal had reached stratospheric levels, and my erection was begging to be released.



Then Sabrina began unbuttoning my shirt until my torso was bare. She started kissing my small nipples intensely, playing with them with her tongue. When I couldn't take it anymore, I asked her to stand up, and in one swift motion, I pulled down the top of her little set, leaving her firm, delicate breasts exposed. With the same lust, I moved my hands to her firm, well-formed buttocks, tugging at the string that covered her anus. Ecstatic, she turned around to show me in detail that angelic thong that covered her sex and anus. She bent at the waist, offering me a close-up of her round, tight little bottom. Then, she began to move it playfully, almost like a mischievous little girl.



That movement made me completely lose my mind, letting myself be overcome by morbid curiosity and lust. I unzipped my pants, pulling my fully erect and hard cock out of my boxers, pointing defiantly at the apartment ceiling. I started stroking my dick, my gaze never leaving the singer's perfect body.

The girl never stopped moving. She slowly unbuttoned her little outfit, letting it fall to the floor just as she had done minutes before with the towel. Then she began to caress, with her fingertips, the cleft that leads from her clitoris to her anus, feeling the growing wetness and heat of her body. I followed her with my eyes, not missing a single detail of those movements, while at the same time gently sliding my hand along the hilt of my sword.

Sabrina turned slowly again, her gaze returning to the professor's body. At that moment she could see me caressing my generous cock, devouring me with her eyes. The situation finally ignited Sabrina, who slowly approached the sofa where I was sitting. She knelt between my legs, helping me to remove my trousers and underwear.

In this way, Sabrina was a mere 30 centimeters from my erect cock and my thick balls. Almost fearfully, and with a great deal of reverent admiration, Sabrina extended one of her hands until she could caress the hard shaft I offered her. I felt a soft shudder as the singer's fingers gently traced the distance between the base of my cock and the tip of the glans. The girl repeated the same path a couple more times, brushing against my balls at the beginning, and drawing a small circle on the tip of my shaft at the end.

I trembled with pleasure, not only from Sabrina's gentle caresses but also from what I imagined would come next. Instinctively, I brought one of my hands to the girl's head, caressing the nape of her neck and tangling my fingers in her long, soft, blonde hair. She interpreted this gesture as a clear invitation to move to the next stage, so she moved even closer to my cock. She gazed at it for a couple of seconds, her breath enveloping and moistening my penis. Finally, the young woman parted her lips and, after timidly sticking out her tongue, caressed my hard cock with it.

Then I felt a deep shudder that made me moan softly and close my eyes, letting my head fall back. After savoring the taste of my cock, Sabrina opened her mouth wide, allowing herself to be enveloped by the extreme hardness of my hot member. She then began to suck my cock with devotion, moving her mouth up and down on the hard cylinder that filled her mouth until it touched her throat.



Now both my hands were supporting her head at the same time. I wasn't doing it because I thought it was necessary to guide her, but because I didn't know where to put her hands, completely lost in the pleasure and the thrill.

Sabrina moved up and down, each time with a better rhythm, matching her movements to the moans escaping my lips. Her lips and tongue grazed the thick, blood-filled veins of my penis, while her hands caressed and fondled my balls, which were becoming increasingly swollen and heavy.

My moans grew more intense and continuous. My balls slowly filled with cum, swelling to the point of pain. Sabrina continued her steady movements, moving her lips up and down my thick, hard cock, one hand on my balls, the other caressing her own soaking wet pussy.

Three minutes later, I gripped the back of her neck tightly, forcing her to take my cock deep into her mouth. A couple of gags almost ruined everything, but she held on. I kept pushing with her cock until my balls finally exploded. An orgasm charged with eroticism and lust shook me to my core. Several jets of semen shot out of my cock as I let out deep groans and cries of pleasure.

To my surprise, Sabrina wasn't disgusted by my ejaculation. On the contrary, she had a look that oozed lust and satisfaction. A trickle of semen escaped from the corner of her lips. That prompted me to take her chin in my right hand, gesturing for her to open her mouth. The girl did so, showing me the load of semen she carried inside. Without me saying anything more, she swallowed the nectar right before my eyes.

- "I don't know how well you sing, but I'm convinced you were born for this, Sabrina," I said, making the girl sit down next to me.

- “To fuck?” she asked, with a hint of rebellion.

- “No, to drive men crazy,” I replied. After a couple of minutes of silence, during which I had simply been gently caressing the girl’s thighs and belly, I slowly leaned over her and slipped my tongue into her mouth. The young woman’s response was immediate: our tongues intertwined in a dance charged with eroticism and sensuality. The kiss, which began slowly and calmly, gradually evolved, igniting our passions, while our hands vied to caress and explore the most intimate and hidden parts of each other’s bodies.

Sabrina slipped one of her hands under my shirt, taking a few moments to caress my chest, before moving back down to find the head of my cock. Meanwhile, I reveled in the contact with the skin of her breasts and her erect, hard nipples. She immediately began to sigh. Again, her pussy became a small pool of warm fluids as I massaged, stimulated, and squeezed her nipples, alternating between them.

Instinctively, Sabrina opened her legs, which I took advantage of to bring my right hand to her hot crotch. I slid that hand down and delighted in caressing the soft, delicate hairs of her pussy.

Slowly, I trailed my fingers down Sabrina's lips, gently caressing them, before plunging them into her young pussy, which elicited a shuddering moan. My fingers continued to explore her insides.

Sabrina leaned back. She could barely keep stroking and stimulating my cock. I took advantage of the situation to lick and suck each of her nipples, while with my right hand I began to masturbate her intensely. I slid my index and middle fingers in and out of her pussy, while with my thumb I pressed and stimulated her clit.

Sabrina's moans grew deeper and louder, which encouraged me to continue. The movements of my hand became deeper, faster, and more intense, in turn intensifying her reaction. Resting her head on my chest, feeling her cunt completely invaded by my fingers, her clitoris swollen and hypersensitive, Sabrina reached an orgasm that led her to come intensely, spilling a good flow of fluids that soaked my fingers even more.

For another minute, I continued masturbating her as she writhed with pleasure, moaning and crying out, until she begged me to let her rest.

She was exhausted, her face completely softened. She looked more and more like a porcelain doll.


- “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” I asked.

- “Like I’ve never done before,” the girl replied.

- “You know what?” I asked.

- “No. Tell me,” the girl replied.

She looked absolutely breathtaking. Almost as naked as the day she was born, barely covered by sheer stockings, her bright blonde hair cascading down to cover her perfect backside.

- “The night is still young,” I replied.

Then, with a manly ease and hardly any effort, I picked up the girl, who was lying next to me on the sofa, and placed her on my lap, so she was sitting on top of me. We kissed again. This time it was Sabrina who initiated it, slipping her young tongue into my mouth, licking and exploring it gently and skillfully. I held Sabrina by the back, pulling her body closer to mine, until I felt the singer's young nipples press against her chest, while I savored the memory of the taste of my own ejaculation in Sabrina's mouth.

Little by little, my cock began to grow in size and hardness. Gradually, Sabrina's pussy also began to wet, while our bodies began to move in perfect sync. My increasingly hard cock relentlessly grazed her lips and clitoris, causing them to become even wetter than they already were.

Sabrina began to move on top of me, dragging her pussy over my cock, which slowly parted her labia, soaking my cock with her vaginal fluids.

I pulled my mouth away from Sabrina's and moved it to one of her nipples. I licked it, kissed it, and bit it, pulling at it with increasing force, making her body arch with pleasure and desire, while a deep moan escaped her throat.

Then, Sabrina eagerly took my cock in her hand, positioning it at the entrance of her increasingly hot and wet pussy. Once she did, feeling the scorching heat of my cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy, Sabrina moved her body, thrusting her pelvis against my hard cock, finally taking it inside her.

Sabrina began to move, aided by my hands gripping her back and under her ass, easily taking my thick, hard cock inside her cunt. We continued fucking like that for several minutes until she finally shuddered and moaned with pleasure, gloriously invaded by the presence of that desired cock.

Immediately, a morbid and pleasurable dance began between us. Sabrina dragged her ass along my thighs, while I helped her, holding her ass and back, moving my own body in time with her movements. That's how my entire cock ended up buried deep inside the girl, provoking moans and sighs from her, as well as our ragged breaths.

Sabrina's pussy became a veritable fountain of fluids. The girl's movements grew deeper and deeper, extending the path of her cunt over my cock as much as possible. Each time she raised her ass, I could caress her asshole with relative ease. We continued this choreography, while I diligently worked to coat the entrance of her anus with the fluids that trickled from her cunt, lubricating the back of her body, thus allowing my index finger to penetrate, little by little, that dark and warm place. When the young woman felt her anal orifice violated by my finger, a new wave of pleasure and desire consumed her body. Her movements became more violent, faster, and more intense, while her moans increased even more.



I synchronized the movements of my finger inside Sabrina's ass with the movements of her pelvis on my hard cock. In this way, barely three minutes later, Sabrina began to experience a long and deep orgasm that made her scream, moan, and grip my hair tightly, as the ecstasy of pleasure reached its peak.

Then, I stood up with her still attached to my cock and, turning around, placed her on the sofa, her knees on the seat and her arms holding onto the backrest. In this position, Sabrina was almost on all fours, showing me her sculpted ass in all its glory.

- “Do it,” she murmured, her voice low.

- “What?”

- “I know you want to fuck my ass. Well, go ahead. Do it. I give you permission,” she said, her voice so low it almost sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

I couldn't believe it. Sabrina, owner of the most spectacular ass I'd ever seen, was offering me the chance to impale her there too. I wasn't going to let that opportunity pass me by.



I traced with the fingers of my right hand the torrent of semen and juices that soaked the girl's pussy and thighs, then dragged them down to her anus. The little hole was small, pink, and soft. My fingers began to play with it, drawing gentle circles that increased in diameter and intensity with each passing second. Again, I scooped up a good amount of her fluids with my fingers and carried them to the entrance of her little ass, where I inserted them with my index finger. Now the hole was a little wider than before, and considerably wetter.

I repeated the same thing a couple more times. The last time I did it, I inserted two fingers into her anus, moving them inside in increasingly wider and deeper circles, eliciting moans from Sabrina that were clearly a sign of pleasure.

Finally, after several minutes preparing her darkest and most forbidden entrance, Sabrina's anus was ready to receive my cock. I guided it to the entrance of her little asshole, where I pressed in slowly. A couple of times Sabrina had to reposition her body to offer the best access to her asshole until, finally, I managed to insert the head of my cock into that wonderful little hole.

The pressure my cock exerted on the walls of her anus was high, but its elasticity was even greater. Therefore, after several firm thrusts on my part, a large part of my hard cock was buried in her little asshole.

Sabrina almost screamed when she felt the searing entry of my cock, but little by little her body adjusted and her anus dilated a bit more, finally admitting my dick into her ass before, and a few moments later, I could start fucking her the way I had just been fucking her cunt: with animalistic intensity.

The girl rested her face against the back of the sofa, muffling her moans, while my pelvis moved back and forth, thrusting my cock in and out of her ass. My hands gripped Sabrina's hips, while with one of hers she continued to masturbate her cunt and stimulate her clit, and with the other she rubbed and caressed my balls as best she could.

I wasn't aware of how long we were like that, but I was aware of how, little by little, my balls really swelled up, filling with a new load of sperm that would soon be fighting to shoot out.

I was still standing behind Sabrina's ass, fucking her relentlessly, widening her anus with my cock with each thrust. Meanwhile, my hands would sometimes leave her wide hips to slap her buttocks with resounding thuds. I wanted that body, I wanted her ass, I wanted to cum inside her, filling her with my seed, and I didn't care about anything else.

Once again, Sabrina's body tensed, as if it were made of steel cables. She arched her back as much as she could, throwing her head back, so her moans and sighs were perfectly audible again.

- "Come on, you bastard, you're going to make me come again!" she said, beside herself.

A few seconds later, another wave of fluids left her body, in the middle of another orgasm that transported her to another dimension, while my cock continued to pound her sweet, delicious little ass.

A minute later, it was my turn. Trying to stifle my groans, I came like any animal, burying my cock deep inside Sabrina's ass, pulling her body with both hands, through her hips, emptying my balls with several bursts of semen that shot from my balls to fill her insides with the milky nectar of my pleasure.



I was able to continue moving for a few more seconds before pulling my cock out of my desired student's ass. Like a cork, she revealed the open orifice of her anus, from which a gentle trickle of semen trickled down to the floor.

- "Phew," she gasped. "Now I understand why they call Paris 'The City of Love.'"

Those words, clearly motivated by lust, stirred a pang of guilt within me. I had gone backstage at the Accor Arena in search of my love, but instead, I had been swept away by a storm of lust. But of course, at that moment, with my naked body dripping with sweat and my arms encircling the voluptuous body of one of the most sensual women in the world, it was difficult to be truly sorry.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 8: Salma Hayek

Three weeks had passed since Valentina and her family had left on their trip through Europe and then the United States. Since then, I obviously hadn't visited their house (before they left, I used to have lunch with them at least twice a week). Luckily, the matriarch (Spi, none other than Salma herself) had returned from her trip a week early due to work commitments in France. As soon as she was back in Paris, she invited me over for tea. I missed the Pinault-Hayek family gatherings, so I naturally accepted her invitation that afternoon. I wanted to clear my head a bit and reconnect with familiar faces, and what better way than a visit to my in-laws' house, even though only one family member was there this time?

She greeted me at the door with a smile. She was wearing skinny jeans and a white blouse, comfortable clothes for lounging at home that perfectly accentuated her stunning curves.



“Come in, I’ve got everything ready,” she said, brushing her hair away from her face. Salma had long, dark hair that she struggled to manage.

I went inside and hung my jacket in the entryway closet. The house was just as it always was when I visited, so large it seemed almost empty, yet still welcoming. On the living room table, I had a couple of complete tea sets already set out, along with a bowl of Turkish delight and assorted desserts.

- “I see you’ve got everything ready.” - I commented as I sat down on the sofa and saw that everything was laid out on the table.

- “Of course, you know I like to welcome my guests properly. Today I want to make it up to you for these weeks apart.”

- “What a plan!” - I laughed, grabbing a chocolate.

Salma is a great chatterbox and has an unparalleled ability to bring up topics of conversation. We started talking about her trip, and she recounted everything with great enthusiasm and in great detail. We hadn't even been talking for an hour, and I already knew every anecdote as if I had traveled with them.

After a while, we changed topics and started talking about other things, both trivial and serious. We talked about a little bit of everything: how my classes and studies were going, future plans, a series we both followed, the latest news in her acting career, her role as a businesswoman… Time flew by with her. The hours passed, and we were completely comfortable with each other, both joking around and discussing sensitive topics for both of us. That was the atmosphere with her: absolute trust, a carefree attitude, and constant jokes.

When we had been talking for quite a while, Salma checked the time on her phone and leaned back against the sofa.

“So, how are things with Valentina?” she asked me.

- “Very well,” - I replied, trying to sound happy. - “I’m really happy with our relationship.”

Salma leaned forward, as if to show that the next question was a confidence.

- “And how are you handling having your girlfriend away for so long, when you’re just starting your relationship?”

- “Not so well, to be honest,” - I confessed, with a bitter half-smile. - “I miss her terribly. The first few weeks were wonderful, and it was hard suddenly to spend so much time apart… harder than I ever imagined.”

- “I can imagine.”

- “We talk every day on video calls, of course. But it’s not the same as seeing her right here, you know? She tells me about her day, I tell her about mine, we laugh for a while… and then, suddenly, we’re each alone in our own room. And that’s when it really hits hard.”

Salma looked at me intently. I surprised myself by talking so openly about it; it was the first time I’d put voice to the worries that had been nagging at me for a while. But it was one of those conversations that come up after a few beers and a trusted friend asks the right question.

- “And… what about the lack of contact?” - Salma asked.

- “Well… you notice it in the most intimate things too,” - I admitted, a little embarrassed. - “I’m not going to lie, it’s tough. We’d started to get into a great rhythm of frequent encounters, and suddenly going a month without being able to touch her, without caresses, without anything physical… it’s not the same as being single.”

She nodded slowly, without taking her eyes off me.

- “It must be really complicated, yes. So much time alone, with hormones at your age…” - she finally said.

- “Yes. Although I try not to think about it too much,” - I replied, shrugging.

An awkward silence fell. Salma moved a little closer and, with a faint smile that I didn't know how to interpret, added softly:

- “What if I told you that… I could help you with that?”

- “What do you mean, help me?” - I asked, not believing what I’d just heard.

- “You know… a favor.”

Then I understood what she meant. And, to be honest, I wasn’t exactly a saint. As you know, in the weeks Valentina had been gone, I’d had more than one fling with different women. My feelings for my girlfriend were still there, but I’m only human, and when temptation was too strong, I couldn’t help but give in to lust. And the problem is, Salma is truly a spectacular woman, with an incomparable sensuality.

In another context, I probably would have been tempted by her proposal, but that particular day, after talking for hours about my relationship with her daughter, at the family home… That was way too much.

- “Salma, no…” I swallowed. “I can’t. I have a boyfriend and I don’t… And Valentina is your daughter…” I replied nervously, more flustered than I intended.

Salma smiled and shrugged, as if she didn’t care that I’d rejected her, and stood up. I thought she was going to the bathroom or something, but instead she went to her room and came back with her laptop. She placed it on the table and turned on the computer. At first, I didn’t understand anything. She typed a few things, and suddenly I saw a video call window pop up.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw who was on the other end: my girlfriend.

- “Surprise,” - she said from the screen, with a mischievous smile.

- “Valentina? How are you? Why are you calling right now? Did Salma tell you what she just…?” - I asked, completely confused and not understanding anything.

- “It was my idea,” - my girlfriend explained. - “I was worried about you being alone so much, so I talked to my mom. I told her I’d like someone to help you out while I was gone… you know what I mean. But I wanted it to be someone I really trusted, and who better than my own mother, the woman who loves me most in the world. She set one condition: that she’d make the first move, and if you rejected her, then I’d ask you.”

- “Yes, first I wanted to make sure you weren’t taking every opportunity to cheat on your girlfriend. That you wouldn’t do it without her permission.”

- “I don’t know, this whole thing seems really weird…” - I was speechless. Confused, a little scared, somewhat relieved that I hadn’t fallen into the trap…

- “Weirdo?” - my girlfriend laughed. - “Well, maybe a little, but I trust you and my mom. You really don’t want to? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve slept with her.” - she said, a little embarrassed, remembering how we each met.

- “Yeah, but what about you? You’ve been single for just as long as I have.”

- “True, but don’t worry, I’m not going to go looking for anyone if that’s what you’re afraid of. But you… let my mom do you a favor. Think of it as a reward for your patience.”

- “You know I don’t need any reward or favor, right? That I’ll wait until you get back,” I assured Valentina (lied) through the screen.

- “Of course I know, if I didn’t know you were capable of waiting until I returned I wouldn’t be suggesting it. But you don’t want to? Don’t you want to see my mom’s tits again? You know they’re delicious.”

- “Hey!” she protested, though laughing. “Don’t say things like that, it’s embarrassing.”

-“Come on, show them,” my girlfriend insisted from the screen. Salma barely hesitated for a moment, and grabbing the bottom of her blouse, she lifted it and pulled it over her head, revealing a white bra. Although I had seen Salma in a bikini several times, and even once completely naked, the sight of her cleavage never tired me. I watched as the garment held her ample assets in place, though it couldn’t completely prevent almost half of her breasts from being visible. She then lowered the bra straps, reached behind her back, and unhooked it with a swift motion, letting it fall.



I could hardly believe what was happening. Salma had just ended up topless in front of me, and I barely dared to look, with my girlfriend watching everything through the screen.

- "So?" - my girlfriend asked, amused. - "Aren't she got some nice melons?"

- "This is crazy..." - I stammered.

- "Don't play innocent," - she interrupted. - "Touch them."

- "What? No, I..." - It was crazy enough that Salma was showing me her breasts without me touching them in front of my girlfriend.

Salma approached, took my hand, and before I could react, placed it directly on her bare chest. I felt the immediate warmth of her skin and swallowed hard.

- "See? It's okay," - my girlfriend on the screen laughed. - "On the contrary, enjoy it."

- "Don't you like my breasts?" - Salma asked teasingly.-  "Relax, touch them. It's fine."

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and squeezed the hand I had on Salma's chest. Salma really did have enormous breasts, and my hand couldn't completely cover them. Since she had taken off her bra, her breasts sagged slightly and followed her every move. Her breasts were deeply mesmerizing.



I was caressing the breast where they'd placed my hand, and finally I dared to take Salma's other breast in my free hand. It seemed she was enjoying it too, because I felt the nipples crowning her pink areolas harden and press against my palms.

Every now and then I glanced at the screen, hoping my girlfriend would stop me, but she just smiled and encouraged me to keep fondling her mother's breasts. Salma seemed completely at ease, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I, on the other hand, felt a strange mix of nervousness, excitement, and guilt. She smiled, looked at me closely, and then glanced down at my crotch.

“I think someone likes my tits…” she joked.

Salma made me stand up and, unbuttoning my pants, pulled them down completely. A rather treacherous bulge was visible in my underwear. I looked at the computer, embarrassed, wanting to apologize for getting aroused by another woman despite having a girlfriend, but my girlfriend, from the screen, was biting her lip and nodding, encouraging me to continue.

Her mother threw a cushion on the floor and knelt on it. She grabbed the waistband of my underwear and yanked them down. My fully erect penis sprang out, completely free, and swung horizontally, pointing accusingly at Salma as the one responsible for that hardness. At that moment, I couldn't hide anything anymore; my body had betrayed me and was on full display for the two women to see.

- “You’re so lucky, Valentina, what a great tool you have all to yourself.” - Salma admired, gazing at my fully erect penis.

- “Right? I knew it would be hard as soon as I touched it a little.” - my girlfriend boasted from a distance.

- “Looks like it’s time to do you a favor,” - Salma warned me. - “I hope you like my technique.”

And without any further warning, Salma took my penis in her mouth. I stifled a gasp of surprise as I watched my cock disappear into Salma's mouth. I couldn't believe she was going to give me a blowjob while my girlfriend watched us through the video call.

- "That's it, I want to see it properly," - I heard Valentina say through the computer.

I looked at the video call screen and saw Salma perfectly sucking me off. My girlfriend was staring intently, not missing a single detail. But my attention quickly returned to Salma's blowjob. From above, I watched as she traced the length of my shaft with her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through me each time she reached the head and played with the tip. Then she'd take it back into her mouth, pressing her lips together as she explored the entire length of my cock. The situation was so surreal it bordered on the impossible, and yet I couldn't help but enjoy it.

- "She sucks like no one else, right? Are you enjoying it?"  -my girlfriend suddenly asked, pulling me out of the state of madness and abstraction where only my cock and Salma's mouth existed. The sensation was so intense that for a moment I'd forgotten that the three of us were in that absurd scene.

- "Uff... yes..." - that was all I managed to say.

I was caught between disbelief and the most intense pleasure. I watched the scene with inhuman excitement. Salma's breasts, exposed and spectacularly prominent, swayed in time with the movements of her head. Salma made impossible movements to suck my cock, with incredible intensity, as if there were no tomorrow. She had said she was doing me a favor, but she was putting her whole heart into it. She licked me, took it all in. I watched, ecstatic, as her cheeks puffed out as she received my penis, how she squeezed it with her lips, grabbed it, touched it, and caressed my testicles. Salma wasn't just giving me a blowjob. It was a true worship of my penis. And all of this while my girlfriend watched us through the camera. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.

- “When you cum, I want to see everything,” - my girlfriend said suddenly, staring intently at the scene through the camera.

Valentina knew me very well intimately during our first weeks of dating, and she had probably picked up on the signs that I wasn't going to last much longer. And the truth is, with a little effort, I could have held out a bit longer, enjoying her mother's technique, but hearing my girlfriend exclaim that she wanted to watch another woman make me come was too much for me. I couldn't resist any longer.

- “Salma, I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to cum…” - I gasped.

Salma let go of my cock and knelt in front of me, her mouth open, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to offer to receive my semen as a favor.

The orgasm hit me with the greatest intensity I'd felt in months. I ejaculated a powerful first spurt of semen that went straight into Salma's open mouth, which she received without moving away. The next two spurts hit her face, running from her forehead to her chin, where the sticky fluid settled. I grabbed my penis to control the remaining spurts and couldn't resist the temptation to aim directly at Salma's large breasts. I wanted to leave them marked with my semen, and four more trickles, though less intense, ended up on them.

Once my climax was over, I felt an enormous relaxation wash over my body. There's nothing comparable to the feeling you get when a woman makes you finish, especially if she does it with her mouth. Salma stood up covered in my semen and brazenly walked over to the camera to show it to my girlfriend. She showed her the semen she had in her mouth before swallowing it and how I had come all over her face and breasts.



- “Look what he did to me, what do you think?” - Salma asked my girlfriend innocently.

- “I love that he came like that.”

- “I didn’t expect him to ejaculate so much,” - Salma teased with a laugh.

- “It’s been too many days since he came,” - Valentina replied, laughing.

Of course, I didn’t correct her or explain that during that time I’d slept with an American pop star… and a French MILF… even a classmate from school. I preferred that they both believe I hadn’t had sex in weeks, and that explained the insane amount of semen I’d just released.

I lay back on the sofa, stunned. Salma settled down next to me as if nothing had happened, even though her breasts were still exposed and my semen was on them and sliding down her face. On the screen, my girlfriend smiled contentedly.

- “See? It wasn’t so strange,” - she said. I wasn’t so sure… but at that moment, with my heart still racing, all I could do was nod.

After a few minutes, Valentina told us she had to hang up.

- “I’m glad I saw you enjoy yourself,” - she smiled from the screen.- “We’ll talk later, just the two of us, when we’re more relaxed.”

- “Okay, we’ll talk later,” - I replied, still half asleep.

The call ended, and the room fell silent. Salma calmly stood up, still covered in my semen on her chest and face, and after closing her laptop, left the living room.

- “I’m going to the bathroom for a moment, I’ll be right back.”

I slumped on the sofa, trying to process what had just happened. A few minutes later, she returned. She had already cleaned up the traces of my semen, but what surprised me was that her breasts were still exposed. I couldn’t help but stare at the sway of her breasts. Salma hadn’t even bothered to get dressed again, remaining naked from the waist up.

- “Are you… going to stay like that?” - I asked, slightly embarrassed, unable to tear my gaze away.

- “What’s wrong?” - she replied, laughing. - “You’ve seen them already, haven’t you? This makes three times now.” - I blushed at her remark. - “How do my boobs look?” she asked, standing in front of me with her arms akimbo.



- “You have them very nice, of course,” - that was all I managed to say as I couldn't help but recall the sensation of my hands grasping and caressing Salma's enormous breasts.

- “I can tell you liked them,”  - she observed, winking at me. - “The truth is, I'm often topless at home,” - she explained as she sat back down on the sofa next to me, as if to downplay the fact that she was still topless.

We sat together for a while without saying a word. This time, it wasn't remote controls we had in our hands, but an awkward conversation I didn't know how to start.

- “I… I got a little carried away,” - I apologized.

- “That was the idea,” - she replied matter-of-factly. - “To do you… and Valentina a favor. You’re both very important to me.”

- “But I didn’t need this favor… and it’s not something I asked for,” - I chided slightly, trying to ease my guilt.

- “I know. And Valentina does too. But ever since she found out there were options to take this trip right in the first month of your relationship, she felt she needed to repay you for your patience. And she, well, on the one hand, wanted you to be able to have some sexual relief while she was gone, but she was dying at the thought of you being with someone else.”

- “So? How did we get to this point?”

- “So we kept talking, and Valentina realized that if it was something arranged with someone she trusted, it wouldn't be a problem for her. So who better to do the favor than me, her mother, who also already knew what it was like to have sex with you? It was a convenient solution for all three of us.”

- “Yes, I know it was something you both thought was fine. But I didn't expect… to enjoy it so much. I feel guilty for having had so much pleasure with a woman who wasn't my girlfriend.”

- “You don’t have to feel guilty. You can’t help but feel pleasure if you get masturbated just because it’s someone other than your girlfriend. And admit it, it was a good blowjob,” she said with a wink, trying to ease the tension.

- “Yeah, it really was. You’re very good at it,” I admitted.

But I couldn’t help thinking about my other recent flings. What if the good blowjob was from another MILF, but not my mother-in-law? What if it was a petite singer with killer curves? Should I feel guilty about that?

- “I’m not going to lie… I got wet while I was doing it,” - Salma continued, lowering her voice slightly as if confessing a secret. - “At first it was a favor, but I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. I love sucking cock, and I especially enjoyed sucking yours.”

- “You really like giving blowjobs?” - I asked. My girlfriend was improving by leaps and bounds in that area, but she was still far from being as expert and skilled as her mother.

- “So much,” - she confirmed. - “I love having his cock so close, watching it grow and swell until it’s fully hard. Squeezing it, feeling its heat, and starting to run my tongue over it… And that feeling when it’s completely hard inside my mouth and seeing how the guy reacts with every lick and suck. You can’t imagine the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment when the guy can’t hold back anymore and I get all his cum. Like you did today, what a load you shot on me. I swallowed quite a bit of your semen and you still got it all over my face and tits.”

I was speechless. I looked at Salma, who was standing topless, talking about how much she loved giving blowjobs and praising me for coming all over her. I couldn't believe she was the same mother as my girlfriend, the one I spent so much time with. It's true that the sexual attraction between us had always been strong, but I thought that phase was over because of my recent relationship with Valentina.

To break the silence, we resumed our tea. But I could barely concentrate. Every time Salma leaned forward to pick up her cup or eat something, her breasts swayed freely, drawing my eyes without my being able to stop them.

- “Did you get distracted again?” she teased after seeing me spill a few drops of tea on the tablecloth.

- “I… I was thinking about something else,” I explained, not admitting that the real reason was that I’d been staring at her breasts. Against all odds, she was the next to clumsily move her cup. Puzzled, I looked at her.

- "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you distracted too?"

- "It's just... I'm having trouble concentrating when I see you naked,"-  she admitted with a sigh, putting the remote down on the sofa. "I'm so turned on I can't stand it."

- "Haha, really?" - I laughed nervously, thinking she was joking, but her expression was too serious.

- "Yeah. What happened earlier has turned me on more than I thought. I need... I need to masturbate now."

- "Now?" - I asked, surprised. - "If you want, we can call it a day and I'll give you some privacy."

- "Don't worry, I don't mind you seeing me. I saw you a moment ago, after all," - she replied casually.

- "Um... But what happened earlier was because of the favor you asked Valentina to do. If you do it now, isn't that going beyond what you agreed to?" - I asked, hesitating.

— “Relax, you don’t have to do anything, just watch if you want.”

Without giving me time to reply, she stood up decisively. She slid her denim shorts down and then her panties, standing completely naked in front of me. My eyes immediately fell on the strip of trimmed hair covering her pubic area. Salma has quite silky skin, and that patch of dark hair stood out a lot on her body.



- "Did you imagine my pussy like this?" - she asked brazenly, realizing what I was looking at.

- "No… I mean, I hadn't imagined it any other way. I mean, I hadn't thought about whether you had it shaved or trimmed or what," - I explained, slightly flustered.

- "Damn, I'm so wet," - Salma said, running her hand over her slit and slightly parting her labia.

Salma sat on the sofa, resting her feet up and her legs wide open. She placed her right hand on her intimate area and began rubbing her clitoris in circular motions.

I couldn't resist watching. The way she was sitting, I could see her completely just by turning my head, and although I felt a little guilty, my curiosity was stronger, and I couldn't help but watch as Salma masturbated completely naked. I observed in detail how Salma alternated between rubbing her clitoris and opening her vagina to insert a finger. It was clear she was really wet because they slid in easily, and I heard a squelching sound with each movement. The movements of Salma's hand as she masturbated also caused her breasts to bounce uncontrollably, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from them. I don't know if it was because of their large size or because I had never seen them until that afternoon, but Salma's breasts were mesmerizing.



In the living room, the only sound was Salma's moans. She punctuated each touch of her body with a soft noise, revealing the pleasure she was feeling. Listening to her was turning me on, and I don't know how I managed to maintain enough self-control not to pull out my cock and masturbate too, but all I did was watch her, taking in every detail. Sometimes she kept her eyes closed and bit her lip, and other times she stared at me intently, but she never stopped touching herself. I was surprised by how naturally, not to say indifferently, she was letting a friend see her completely naked while she masturbated.

Salma's moans suddenly became more intense, and the movements of her hand faster. Her orgasm came all at once; after saying "I'm coming," she let out a loud moan, releasing all the tension she had been holding in. After she finished, breathing heavily, she got up and went back to the bathroom, taking with her the clothes that had been left on the floor throughout the afternoon. I remained motionless, processing what I had just witnessed.

When she returned, clean, relaxed, and fully dressed, she plopped down on the sofa with a satisfied smile and grabbed a couple more chocolates. It was as if we were back to normal and I hadn't just seen her naked and masturbating.

- "Now I'm focused again," she warned.

And she kept her word: we continued our conversation as before Valentina's video call, as if nothing strange had happened. The afternoon slowly faded away. We didn't bring up what had happened again. It seemed that, after her orgasm, her arousal had subsided, and for Salma, everything was explained by the favor she had done me at my girlfriend's request. When it was time for me to leave, I helped her tidy up a bit and said goodbye until next time.

On the way home, the cool air hitting my face, I couldn't stop wondering if what had happened that afternoon had been a mistake that would have consequences with my girlfriend, or just a shared moment of madness. And what would I do that night when I talked to Valentina? Would I tell her that Salma had masturbated naked in front of me, or would I keep quiet? Would I confess that I had actually slept with other women, and more than once?

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 9: Scarlett Johansson


Valentina's long weeks of absence had finally ended. She had returned from her family trip around the world, and the reunion couldn't have been more idyllic. Eager to see each other, we arranged to meet that very afternoon.

The meeting was to be at an exclusive café in Le Marais. Walking along the cobblestone streets towards the café, I couldn't help but think that the aristocratic facades and narrow alleyways seemed to hold secrets that breathed in sync with you.



The café was a beautiful place and, I must admit, very much in Valentina's style. It was filled with antique mirrors and gilded moldings and smelled of warm butter and freshly roasted coffee.

Sitting across from me, Valentina seemed to radiate her own light. She was more tanned, her hair glistening in the fading light of the Parisian autumn, and she exuded an energy that made me feel, once again, like the villain in a movie she didn't know we were starring in.

- "You have no idea how much I missed you, Evan!" she exclaimed, emptying a bag full of gifts onto the marble table.

There was everything: a sweatshirt from an NBA star she knew I'd like, a minimalist designer watch, sweets you can only get there, and a couple of leather notebooks. Each item was a reminder that, while I was sleeping with pop stars, mysterious neighbors, classmates, and even her own mother, she'd been thinking about me every mile of her trip.

- “Everything is amazing, Val. Thank you,” I said, forcing a smile that I hoped would seem genuine.

We spent a delightful hour together. She told me anecdotes about her siblings, how her father almost lost 10,000 euros in New York, and how much she wanted to see me again. For a moment, between the steam of the coffee and her laughter, I managed to forget my guilt. I felt comfortable, protected in the bubble she created around me.
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In the middle of our conversation, a man in his fifties, dressed in an impeccable linen suit with a silk handkerchief in his pocket, approached our table. He possessed that natural elegance that only true Frenchmen seem to have.

- “I hope everything is to your liking,” he said in a velvety voice, his smile bordering on perfection. “I’m Guillaume, the owner of this establishment.”

Valentina, polite as always, thanked him and complimented the place. Guillaume was charming, almost excessively helpful. He assured us that he was at our complete disposal for anything we might need and, before leaving, placed a business card on the table.

- “If you decide to come back or need a special reservation, don’t hesitate to contact me personally,” he added with a slight nod before disappearing among the tables.

- “How kind,” Valentina remarked, putting the card in her purse. “This place is very classy, just like you, Evan.”

I felt a slight twinge of unease. Guillaume had seemed too polished, too rehearsed, but I chalked it up to my own paranoia.
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By the time we paid the bill, night had already fallen over Paris, painting the sky a deep blue. We strolled hand in hand through the idyllic streets of Le Marais for a while, enjoying the fresh air.

- “Come home with me, Val,” I said, stopping under a lamppost. “It’s been so long. I want us to spend the night together, taking our time.”

She looked at me with a mixture of tenderness and sadness. She stroked my cheek and sighed.

- “I’d love to, I really would. But I can’t, Evan. My father organized a welcome home dinner for the whole family. Besides, my brother Augustine came from the States to visit us, and he has to be there. But I promise…” She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, heavy with promise, “that tomorrow I’ll make it up to you for every minute you wait.”

She said goodbye with one last hug and got into a taxi that was waiting for her on the corner. I was left there alone, the weight of the gifts in my hand and a bitter taste of disappointment in my mouth. I didn’t feel like going back to my empty house, so I decided to take a walk to clear my head.
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Without realizing it, my steps led me to the back of Guillaume's café. It was a narrow, dark alley, barely lit by a yellowish bulb flickering above a service door. The smell of garbage and dampness contrasted sharply with the luxury of the main room.

Suddenly, I heard a struggle.

I stopped and strained my ears. At the end of the alley, in the shadows of some dumpsters, I saw two figures. A tall, thin, pale man had a small, blonde woman cornered. She was trying to break free, pushing against the man's chest, while he held her shoulders with obvious force.

- "Let me go!" I heard her whisper in English, her voice breaking. From her accent, she must have been British or American.

- “Come here, you cocktease,” the man growled, speaking English with a heavy French accent. “I know what you want…” and tried to force a kiss on her.

- “No, no,” the woman moaned, writhing.

- “You sure liked my kisses the last time you were here…” the man’s voice was rough and agitated, clearly driven by lust.

- “It was… it was a mistake. I was so drunk!” she moaned, on the verge of tears.

At that moment, the man got his way and planted a loud kiss on her lips. Furious, the woman pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face.

- “You look just like my ex-wife!” he gasped. “Come on, I have to make you mine again…” The man clumsily approached the woman, who let out a sharp little scream of terror and tried to run away. She couldn't. The man, much taller, caught her in his long arms and tried to press his tall body against her hips.

In that instant, adrenaline coursed through my body in a second. I didn't think. I dropped the gift bags and ran toward them.

- “Hey! Leave her alone!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

The man turned sharply toward me, letting go of the woman in surprise. The flickering light illuminated his face, and I felt a chill. It was Guillaume. The owner of the café, the perfect host, the man with the impeccable smile. Only now his face was contorted with an expression of animalistic fury.

- “Get out of here, kid!” he roared at me. “Mind your own business!”

- “I’m not going anywhere until she’s safe,” I replied, standing in front of him.

Guillaume lunged at me. He wasn’t a fighter, but the alcohol or the rage gave him erratic energy. We started to struggle. I felt his fingers dig into my shoulder, and with a violent tug, I heard my T-shirt rip. The fabric gave way completely, leaving my chest exposed.

But I was younger, taller, and, above all, fed up with secrets and masks. With a swift movement, I grabbed him by the lapels of his linen suit—which now looked like a tattered rag—and shoved him with all my might. Guillaume was thrown forward and slammed into the brick wall.

He lay on the ground for a few seconds, panting, catching his breath while hurling insults at me in French that I didn't need to translate to understand. Seeing that I wasn't going to back down and was prepared to continue the fight, he got to his feet clumsily and ran out into the main street, disappearing into the darkness.
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I stood there gasping for breath, my shirt hanging in tatters. The woman was still leaning against the wall, trembling. She was stunning, with delicate features, and she looked at me with a mixture of shock and boundless gratitude.



- “Thank you…” she managed, moving closer to me. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up. That man… he’s crazy.”

- “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I asked, trying to cover myself a little with what was left of my clothes.

- “I’m fine, just scared,” she replied, looking at my torn shirt. “Look what he’s done to you. You can’t just walk around like that, you’ll catch a cold and the police will arrest you thinking you’re the one who caused the trouble.”

She pointed toward the end of the alley, toward a carved stone building that looked like it belonged on a postcard.

- “I live right here, around the corner. It’s a small but comfortable apartment. Please, let me thank you. I can give you some of my brother’s warm clothes and a hot coffee. You need to calm down before you go home.”

I accepted. Not just for the clothes, but because at that moment, the idea of being alone with my thoughts terrified me more than entering a stranger’s home.

We walked in silence through the streets of Le Marais. The moonlight bathed the facades, and the echo of our footsteps was the only sound. She walked with a purposeful yet elegant stride. Although I tried to maintain my composure, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to the marvelous sway of her hips, perfectly accentuated by her elegant white dress.



When we arrived, she opened the door to a heavy, dark wooden building. We went up a couple of floors and entered her apartment. I was speechless. It was an old-fashioned space: soaring ceilings with exposed wooden beams, creaking parquet floors, and furniture that exuded understated luxury. There were books everywhere and a warm light that made the place feel like a sacred sanctuary.

- “Please take that off,” she said casually, gesturing to my torn t-shirt. “I’ll get you something clean.”

I took off the remnants of the garment and stood there in the middle of her living room, feeling the cool air on my skin. I felt vulnerable, but in a strangely liberating way. A few minutes later, she returned with a thick cotton shirt and a navy blue wool sweater. She also carried a steaming cup of coffee, filling the room with a comforting aroma.

No less comforting was the sight of the woman. Now with a smile on her face, she was even more beautiful than I had noticed on the street. Her face was perfect: delicate, elegant, perfectly proportioned, with an upturned nose, proud cheekbones, and beautiful blue eyes. She could have been 25 or 40, but in either case, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Not to mention her statuesque body: her elegant dress didn't reveal too much, but it was clear she had large, perky breasts, a small, well-defined waist, and a firm, round butt. I was sure I had seen this statuesque woman somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.



“Here,” she said, handing me my clothes and then the cup. “It's the least I can do for the man who saved my life tonight.”
As I took the things from her small hand, I noticed how her gaze lingered on my body. She tried to be discreet, but she didn't succeed. Her eyes scanned my defined pecs, my hard stomach... and perhaps lower. I was far from erect, but the walk a moment ago behind her hips and the sight of her mature but angelic face had made my penis begin to come to life, and the shadow of a bulge could be glimpsed in my crotch.

I put on my shirt, which was a little too big but smelled clean and comforting. I took a sip of coffee and felt the warmth begin to thaw the knot in my stomach. I looked into her eyes and, for the first time all night, felt the pieces of my life—my lies to Valentina, my loneliness, Guillaume's recent attack—stop hurting so much.

- "What's your name?" I asked.

She smiled, a small, genuine smile that lit up the apartment.

- "That can wait, don't you think?"

- "Wait for what? The second coffee?"

- "I'd say more like the second orgasm," she replied, pushing me away with the same gesture she'd used a few minutes earlier to get rid of Guillaume.

Only this time, I collapsed onto the comfortable leather sofa in the living room. Before I had time to react, she was already desperately undressing me. She practically ripped off the shirt I'd put on seconds before and then started tugging at my zipper. By the time I could form a single coherent thought, I was only wearing my boxers, which were barely containing my burgeoning erection.

Then I responded with even greater fervor. I began kissing her with the eagerness of a teenager, removing her clothes and testing the feel of her soft skin beneath me. She gasped as my hands slid under her cleavage, relishing the touch of her burning skin against my palms. The leather creaked beneath us, releasing that intoxicating scent of new leather mingled with her vanilla perfume. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me moan as she arched against me, her powerful chest pressing against me as if trying to imprint itself on my ribs.



- “You’re so impatient, garcon!” she teased, biting her lip as she felt my swollen manhood pressing against her wet pussy. “Are you happy with my way of saying thank you?”

Her breath quickened as I moved my hips, and the friction drew a moan from her before she could compose herself.

- “Not yet!” I bit her lower lip before deepening the kiss, savoring the coffee we’d just had minutes before. Her fingers gripped my shoulders as I lifted her, and her thighs pressed against my waist with expert urgency. “I want to see how grateful your pussy feels.”

The leather creaked beneath us, still stiff and unyielding, just like the woman had looked at first glance. But here? With her dress pulled down to her waist and those proud breasts overflowing her lace bra? She had melted like butter in a hot pan.

- “Fuck!”-  she gasped, her hips moving instinctively as I filled her.

She threw her head back, her blonde curls bouncing against the cushioned back of the sofa. She had pulled off my underwear, and we were both in heaven. I still couldn't believe I was making a goddess like that American woman moan like that.



- “Fuck, boy!...” she gasped, digging her nails into the leather as I lifted her hips higher. I bent her over so that each thrust hit that soft spot deep inside her that made her toes curl.

Her moans grew sharper, more desperate and breathless, as her body pressed against mine, a moist heat pulsing to the rhythm of skin against leather.

- “That feels so good! Ahh! That feels so good!” she gasped, arching her back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips.

The comfortable sofa creaked beneath us, still maintaining its composure and elegance, even though the way she writhed, her ass half-off the cushion and her thighs trembling, was anything but restrained.

- “Your… your cock is incredible…” Her voice broke on the last word, breathless and syrupy.



- “This is just the beginning,” I growled, gripping her hips tighter and thrusting into her as if trying to break her tight cunt.

The leather squeaked in protest, still unyielding, but the woman's moist heat enveloped me completely, pulsing around my member as if trying to milk me dry.

- "I'll have to fuck you in several positions to make sure I'm satisfied," I groaned.

My words made her visibly shudder: she squeezed her thighs around me and came with a muffled cry, her fingers scraping against the padded backrest. The woman's breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, her nipples hardening against my tongue as I sucked one and kneaded the other. The taste of her sweat and vanilla perfume mixed with the scent of new leather was intoxicating. She arched toward my mouth, panting, her hands gripping my hair to keep me there.

- “Yes! Oh my God! You fucking French bastard, like that!...” Her voice cracked when I bit her lightly, and her hips jerked against mine.

I shifted my grip, pulling her closer so I could claim her lips. Our kisses were wild, and I ecstatically reveled in the way our tongues intertwined and she moaned into my mouth. She tasted of coffee and cherry icing, and I could feel her smile against my lips as she moaned. Her legs closed around my thighs, digging her heels into the backs of my legs as if she could fuse us together. The couch creaked ominously beneath us, still rigid, but neither of us cared. She was so tight, so wet. Her nails scratched my back, leaving hot trails that made me hiss and thrust deeper.

- “God, boy…,” she gasped, throwing her head back as I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling at the delicate skin just below her ear.

Her pulse pounded beneath my tongue, erratic and frantic.

- “You’re going to… Shit!… You’re going to make me come!” Her voice cracked, sharp and ragged, and she pressed herself against me like a glove, her walls throbbing in warning.

I smiled against her skin, biting her just enough to make her cry out, and her whole body shuddered as another orgasm coursed through her: her thighs trembled, her breasts heaved, and she practically sobbed against my shoulder.

The leather creaked in protest beneath us, still stiff and inflexible, but the woman was anything but: she melted against me, powerless and supple, tangling her fingers in my hair as she moaned my name. I chuckled, kissing her open-mouthed along her collarbone, feeling her shudder beneath me.



- “That was…” she gasped, her voice trembling and broken. “That was the second one. Scarlett!” It sounded almost accusatory, as if I’d cheated on her, and I smiled, moving my hips just enough to make her gasp again, her legs tightening around my waist.

- “What are you saying?” I whispered, nibbling her ear. “I don’t think I understood.”

- “Scarlett…” she moaned. “I promised I’d tell you my name after the second orgasm, so here it is: Scarlett. I’m Scarlett Johansson.”

That's when I understood why the woman seemed familiar. She was Scarlett Johansson, one of the most famous and desired actresses in Hollywood! I didn't know she had an apartment in Paris, but I was very grateful to have found out this way. I was fucking one of the sexiest women on the planet!

This revelation intensified my arousal even more. I slid a hand up her thigh, parting her legs, and she gasped abruptly as my fingers plunged between her wet folds, brushing her clitoris with a touch as light as a feather. Scarlett shuddered as if she'd been electrocuted, her hips moving instinctively, seeking the pressure.

- "Oh, shit!" she gasped breathlessly, digging her fingers into my shoulders. “You’re going to kill me!...”

Her voice broke on the last word, high-pitched and breathless, and I laughed, kissing her parted lips while my fingers caressed her, with slow, provocative circles that made her writhe and moan beneath me.

- “Oh, God! You’re so deep again!” she gasped suddenly, arching her back on the sofa as I thrust faster, harder…

Her hands flew above her head, her fingers finding support on the armrest before melting against my lips with a moan that vibrated in my chest. Her huge breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, swinging like pendulums in an earthquake, her nipples hard against my tongue as I trailed it over one and then the other. Her legs tightened around my waist, her heels digging into my back, urging me to go deeper, and I obeyed, my hands gripping her waist, her ass, kneading the soft flesh as I pounded into her with a rhythm that sent her seeing stars.

She knew. She knew exactly where my hands were, where she wanted them to be, and her breath caught in anticipation, her body already surrendering, already wetter.

- “You… Ah! You want to fuck my ass.” She gasped, her voice ragged, her hips instinctively moving to receive my thrusts.

It wasn’t a question. The way her thighs trembled around me told me she was ready, she already wanted it with a burning desire. Of course, I agreed. I growled against her throat, biting just enough to make her moan, my fingers gripping her hips tighter, digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

- “Yes!” I said husky, my voice rough with desire. “But not yet.”

I slid my lips along her collarbone, nibbling at her delicate skin, feeling her shudder beneath me.

- “First, I want you to come again!” Her moan in response was half protest, half plea, her nails scratching my back as I penetrated her, my cock hitting the deepest part of her.

Scarlett gasped, her thighs trembling around me, her sex writhing around my cock as if trying to milk me dry.



- “F-fuck!” she gasped, her voice cracking as another orgasm shook her: her body shuddered, her breasts bounced wildly, her fingers tangled in my hair as she practically sobbed against my shoulder.

The leather beneath us creaked again in protest, still rigid and inflexible, but Scarlett was the complete opposite: she melted against me, limp and supple, her hot breath against my skin as she gasped my name like a prayer. As I thrust into her deep, her womb throbbing against me like a trapped bird, she let out a dizzy, submissive giggle before opening herself wider.

The kiss we shared wasn't just lust, it was a reclaiming. Her tongue surrendered to mine as if memorizing the taste of my possession, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly it hurt. Time distorted around us; the ticking of the clock on my desk slowed, the distant hum of the office air conditioner faded away. All that could be heard was the crunch of leather, the slap of skin, and Scarlett's moans dissolving in my mouth. I bit her collarbone just to hear her cry, that high-pitched, sweet sound she tried to stifle by pressing her face against my shoulder. Her nails scratched my back, marking me with parallel crimson lines. She was docile, eager, already tilting her hips to ask for more.

- "You'd let me do anything as a token of gratitude, wouldn't you?" I whispered in her ear, thrusting deeper just to feel her shudder.

- "Yes!" she blurted out in a whisper. I smiled against her skin, gripping her ass tighter.

I thrust harder inside her, and Scarlett loved it. She gasped against my lips as I moved my hips, penetrating her deeper. Her pussy tightened around me with rhythmic pulsing, her thighs trembling against mine.

I smiled warmly at her. Scarlett was now my pet. I kissed her softly, like a lover, knowing I had her in my grasp. So I pushed harder, deeper, making her whole body shudder and writhe.

- "Oh my God! Baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed as I slapped her ass, watching her creamy thighs twitch in the air.

She was so close to orgasm—her cunt writhing around me in erratic spasms, her breathing ragged—that I knew she'd come as soon as I thrust with all my might. So I did. Her cry was half protest, half relief. Then I gripped the couch, her breasts pressing against the buttery leather as my hand tangled in her curls, tilting her head back just enough to see her stunned expression.

- "What were you saying?" I growled, thrusting my cock deep inside her until I couldn't move anymore.

Scarlett's whole body tensed, her back arching on the couch as if she'd been electrocuted.

- “Filled!” she gasped, digging her nails into the armrest as my first thick load of semen flooded her, her cunt eagerly milking me, her thighs trembling against mine.

Our kiss was chaotic, desperate, her tongue entwining with mine as my second load came, then the third, each wave deeper than the last. She moaned against my lips, her body jerking with each new surge, her fingers gripping my shoulders. The leather beneath us was slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and her vanilla perfume.



- “Mhm!” Scarlett murmured lazily when we finally separated, resting her head on my chest. “That’s… that’s how we say ‘thank you’ back in America.”

Her smile was smug, but her legs were still trembling, her thighs glistening with the mingling of our fluids.

- “You’re welcome,” I replied softly, with a warm, friendly smile, my swollen penis still buried deep inside her.

Scarlett let out a sigh and a giggle, her breath tickling my neck, where I'd buried my face. She moved her hips lazily against mine. The movement caused another spurt of semen to trickle down her inner thigh; the leather beneath us was already ruined, stained by sweat and sex, undeniable proof of what we'd done. We were so close, so warm and intimate together…

- “You're amazing, Scarlett! You know that, right?” I whispered in her ear, inhaling the lingering traces of her perfume mixed with musk.

She squirmed, not to escape, but to draw closer, a blush spreading across her chest in pink waves.

- “You're special too, boy…” Her fingers traced my collarbone, hesitant but eager. “I mean, what's your name?”

- “Evan,” I replied, laughing. “I was going to wait until you made me come before telling you my name, too.”

I chuckled softly and turned us around until she was beneath me, her curls spread across the leather like spilled champagne. My thumb grazed her swollen lower lip. She pouted gently.

- “Besides, you’re sexy as hell!” I added with a grin, feeling a slight twitch of her sex against my cock as I stroked her pink buttocks with my fingers. “Leave me alone with you in a room and I’ll start thinking of a thousand ways to fuck you properly!”

She raised an eyebrow, though her eyes danced with playful defiance.

- “Oh, yeah? And how would you do it, huh?” Her finger traced a playful circle on my chest, and her voice dropped to that husky murmur she knew drove me wild. “I don’t know… Would you grab my tits and force me to my knees to worship your cock? Or maybe…” (Her hips shifted subtly, rubbing against me in a way that made us both groan.) “Would you grab me by the waist, bend me against some furniture, and start fucking my ass until it was raw? What would that be like, Evan?”

She smiled, her teeth settling on her lower lip—an invitation, a challenge.

- “Well, looks like someone’s already thought of that,” - I teased, watching her blush deepen to a satisfying shade of pink.

Her laughter was too hesitant and high-pitched, and her blush spread to her cleavage. Her fingers gripped my hair as I moved my hips lazily, still inside her. That was the perfect end to a day I'd been looking forward to for weeks. My girlfriend was finally back, though at that moment all I could think about was how good my cock felt teasing itself inside Scarlett's wet vagina.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 10:  Valentina Pinault Hayek & Salma Hayek


- “Ahh! Push harder! Push harder, Evan!” Val gasped, digging her slender nails into the sofa as I thrust deep into her ass.

The muffled sound of skin against skin mingled with the creaking of the furniture in the guest house. Because yes, we were in a guest house (it's worth clarifying, “house,” not just “room.” The Pinaults were so rich they had an entire house reserved for their guests, inside their main house. And, of course, I stayed there when I visited Valentina). Back to the sex, I smiled as I watched her thrust her hips back to meet me.



- “Wow, Val, you can take anything now!” I murmured, gripping her waist tighter.

No one would believe that the elegant and refined Valentina, the daughter of the most glamorous and wealthy couple in all of France, was bent over the new sofa in my office like a streetwalker. Her long, wavy blonde hair clung to her flushed cheeks, and smeared lipstick gave her that well-fucked look I loved.

Her breath caught slightly as I slowly withdrew, just the tip, before thrusting back in hard.

- "God!" Her whole body shuddered. "I love how you do this!"

My fingers dug into her hips as the leather sofa creaked beneath our weight.

- “Phew, this was worth every minute of waiting!” I whispered in her ear.

She laughed (that husky, post-coital laugh) and moved her hips in a slow circle.

- “Now I’m not going to be away from this cock for more than a month!” she joked.

I responded by biting her shoulder, making her gasp.

- “God, I needed this!” she sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

Her lipstick was hopelessly smudged, and her mascara had left smoky streaks under her eyes. I traced the curve of her waist with my fingers, watching her small but shapely breasts sway as I caught my breath.

- "I told you I'd make it up to you for waiting," she said, her voice thick with excitement.

I couldn't help but laugh, and I pulled her closer until her back was pressed against my chest.

- "I can't believe I get to fuck a beauty like you, Val!"

She tilted her head, that gleam in her eyes that always captivated me. Then her voice softened into that soft, whispering purr that makes my grip tighten (and, I have to admit, reminds me of her mother).



Her crimson lips curved into a shy smile. Her fingers traced my thigh, digging her nails in just enough to make it hurt.

- "I love you, Evan!"

Again, the "L-word." I was becoming more and more hooked on Valentina, but at the same time, it was getting harder and harder to say it back.

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After our intense sex session, we headed to the main wing of the Pinault mansion. The house was more crowded than I'd ever seen it since I'd met Salma and Valentina. Not only was the father there, but Valentina's half-siblings were too, including the beautiful Mathilde and the handsome, youthful Augustine, who was our age but lived in the United States.

The family breakfast was a lot of fun. The Pinaults welcomed me into the family dynamic, and everyone was charmed by my wit and politeness. I had a particularly close bond with François, the father, who by then treated me like a teenage nephew. The way he spoke to me was more like a confidant than a father or mentor.

After breakfast, we each went our separate ways. Valentina had planned to go shopping with Salma (something they did several times a week, it must be said), so I would be alone. Therefore, I planned to go home. However, Salma disagreed:

- "No, no, sir. You're coming with us! You have to go shopping with your girlfriend! Who's going to judge how clothes look on her better than you?"

Valentina sided with her mother, so I had no choice but to go with them. We got in the car and headed to the most luxurious shopping mall in the city. We parked and started looking for clothes. I've never been enthusiastic about shopping; I don't even like doing it for myself, much less accompanying a woman. And forget about accompanying two of them. They never run out of options and ideas for things to buy, and they almost never buy what they start looking for.

After visiting several stores where, no matter how much Valentina looked, she couldn't find anything she liked, I was already feeling a bit overwhelmed, because I honestly didn't know what I was looking for. They were busy trying on pants, then long dresses, then party clothes, and finally they were glancing at the outerwear.

As we wandered through the mall's corridors, Valentina stuck close to me and touched my arm or hands, so that anyone who saw us would have thought we were just another couple. Meanwhile, Salma walked a few meters ahead of us, giving us space and, at the same time, attracting the attention of casual onlookers.

Finally, we arrived at an impressive clothing store. Although the store focused on casual, everyday wear, nothing too sophisticated, this particular store was clearly aimed at people with high purchasing power. There were hundreds of styles of each product, and the employees were impeccable and knew every item in their catalog.

There, Valentina seemed to be getting excited about everything she saw. Her face lit up, and the sparkle in her eyes betrayed a certain excitement. Finally, the end of that disastrous afternoon of shopping was in sight.

From that moment on, she began to use my services, carrying several items of clothing that she intended to try on: skirts, trousers, a dress, and a couple of sweaters. Salma wasn't far behind, although she had the decency to carry her own clothes.

Finally, she had me accompany her to the fitting rooms. I gave her a couple of items, specifically two pairs of trousers, and remained outside, waiting for her to try them on and ask my opinion, if that ever happened.

A minute after I entered the fitting room, she cracked the door open and asked me to come closer. Without entering the stall, she showed me a dress that looked perfect on her. After turning her around, allowing me to admire her modest curves, I complimented her. She smiled and closed the curtain again, proceeding to try on another garment.

Then, a whistle caught my attention. To my surprise, Salma was also in the fitting room area. She had positioned herself in the stall next to Valentina's. When I looked at her questioningly, she gestured for me to come closer.

- "I also need an objective opinion," - Salma remarked.

She did let me into the cramped cubicle and asked me what I thought of the pants she was wearing. They were jeans, with that typical worn look, which made her bottom look gorgeous and her hips very tempting to grab. I told her they looked great on her, without going into more detail, as it wasn't the most appropriate place to get turned on by my mother-in-law.


I left while she tried on the other pair of pants she had taken from me earlier. At that moment, Valentina asked my opinion again about a dress. I told her I liked it, but less than the previous one.

When Valentina went back into her cubicle, Salma came out of hers and showed me her pants. These were more worn, of course, a little tight around the hips and thighs, and a bit looser towards the bottom. She let me in again when she had them on. I liked these a little less, and I told her so.


She kept the jeans in the fitting room and returned the last pair of pants to me, while also asking for the dress and another pair of pants to try on. This time, it was a much darker blue pair of pants, but made of stretchy fabric, so they had to be worn very tight.

Then Valentina came out, showing me a pair of black jeans. They didn't look bad on her at all, but I couldn't help thinking that her curves looked insignificant compared to Salma's. The exchange of opinions was making me dizzy, and for now, there was a clear favorite. A little disappointed by my response, Valentina discarded the pants and said to me:

- "Wait here! I'm going back to the store to get some dresses I liked! I'll be right back!"—and she practically ran off to find more clothes to try on.

So I sat there, waiting for Salma's call. When I saw her, I couldn't help but let out a "wow!" She looked absolutely stunning in those pants. They fit like a glove, a second skin, highlighting every curve, every shape of her increasingly alluring body.


Her ass was gorgeous. That ass I'd already tasted, that I'd already subjected to my torment, was a devilish temptation squeezed into those pants. But when she turned around and I could see how they clung to her thighs, to her legs, and how, being so close to her, I could see the slight indentation they created between her legs, I felt my own erection begin to stir from its slumber.



- "You really liked these," she said with her usual mischievous look.

- “Damn, with this one you’re going to be a sensation wherever you go,” I replied.

- “Am I a sensation to you?” she asked again.

- “To me, you’re always a sensation,” I said, feeling a little carried away.

She planted a kiss on my lips that I hadn’t expected, but it tasted heavenly. A kiss that ended up awakening all my desire and longing for her body. My mouth yearned for hers. My tongue let itself be drawn by hers in a spiral of kisses, caresses, and presses against the fitting room mirror.

We soon forgot where we were. I locked the door after making sure no one else was there to see it, especially Valentina. Salma was like a real octopus: I could feel her hands searching for every part of my body, ten times over. One minute they were on my cheeks, the next on my chest, my ass, or my crotch, checking on the progress of my hard cock.


For my part, I was doing the same, running my hands over her sublime body, caressing and squeezing her breasts, checking the hardness of her nipples, firmly grasping her tempting ass, and feeling her warm pussy, all while still over her clothes.

Our clothes started falling off immediately, both hers and mine, and soon we were in a situation where it was best not to run away. Salma and I both took off our tops, including her bra. Her nipples were incredibly sweet and tempting. My lips and tongue let her know it. My pants, which she unbuttoned with true passion and skill, fell to my ankles. I, for my part, was able to unbutton that marvel she had tried on, and although I didn't pull them down that far, my hand could see through her underwear that her pussy was already flooded with her first fluids.

A first moan of pleasure escaped her lips when I inserted two of my fingers into her pussy, still covered by her underwear. I had to silence her moans with my own mouth. At the same time, Salma took possession of her most prized trophy: my hard, hot cock, and began to massage and masturbate it, with such skill and synchronization to my own rhythm, that it made my eyes go blind, a product of the pleasure I began to feel.

Finally, I managed to pull down her pants, revealing once again the beauty of her skin: soft, tanned, smooth, and warm. Fluids continued to flow from her cunt, growing thicker and more enticing with each passing moment.

I also managed to lower her thong, which looked more like a dishcloth soaked to the brim, and for about a minute, I devoted myself to deeply stimulating her clitoris and cunt. My thumb became master of her swollen, hard clitoris, grazing it, moving it, and pressing it while drawing small circles over it at varying speeds, while two of my fingers relentlessly penetrated her increasingly wet cunt.

Again, I had to stifle her moans with my own mouth, blocking her with my lips and entertaining her tongue with mine. When I pulled back a few inches to breathe, she sat on the small wooden bench in the corner of the fitting room and impaled her hungry mouth on my cock.

It didn't take her long to push the tip of my glans down her throat, caressing my balls and anus with her fingers, pressing me hard against her own head. She didn't want me to escape, and I had no intention of doing so.

Her tongue, driven by a devilish energy, moved with tireless force and rhythm around my cock, the glans, circling the tip, caressing it again and again. I felt I had to stop her if I didn't want to release my entire load into her mouth.

And so I did. I stopped her and finished taking off her shoes, as well as her pants and thong, just as I had done with my sneakers, pants, and boxers. We looked less comical and more practical now.

I went back to caressing her ripe and tempting pussy. I placed my fingers, dripping with her fluids, before her mouth, and she licked and savored them with eagerness and desire. It was pure eroticism. It was impossible to resist each of her provocations and stimuli.

After kissing her mouth again and savoring the explosive mix of her saliva and juices, I turned her around and had her lean back on the small bench, legs spread. I wanted to be inside her now. I couldn't wait any longer.

I held my cock with one hand, while with the other I once again dipped my fingers in that magical source of fluids that was her cunt. Then I spat as much saliva as I could onto her anus, while gently inserting my wet fingers. I had already noticed how elastic it was, and how easily stimulated it was.

Once I could feel her anus gradually yielding and becoming more willing to receive something thicker, I placed the tip of my cock at it and began to push, very gently, very slowly.

It took me a little while to get into her little hole in the back, but little by little I managed, although she couldn't help but let out a moan, an exciting mix of pain and pleasure. We couldn't afford a scene there; they'd discover us and kick us out. And worse, Valentina would catch us red-handed. I grabbed the dress Salma had been meaning to try on, which was hanging on the hanger, and gave it to her to bite on, hoping to muffle her moans as much as possible.



And that's what she did; she used the dress as an improvised gag, which allowed me to start moving inside her ass with greater freedom and confidence. I soon managed to bury my entire cock inside her, which was of considerable size and thickness and, as always, reached a hardness that made it a veritable steel rod.

Feeling that tight, warm anus swallow my cock, until I saw it almost completely disappear inside, was wonderful, extremely arousing and pleasurable. My balls soon began to fill with cum, and Salma's moans were irrefutable proof that she was truly enjoying it too.

After a few brief minutes of slow, deliberate thrusting into her ass, I began to increase the force, applying more speed and pressure, driving my cock even deeper into her magnificent body. I could feel my balls brushing against her buttocks with each thrust.

The sound of my cock filling her ass and my balls slapping against her body intensified my desire and lust. With one hand, I grabbed her long hair, pulling her hard toward me, while with the other, I began to slap her buttocks until they flushed red.

I was no longer in contact with her pussy, but I could sense that a generous amount of fluid was still flowing from it, trickling down the inside of her thighs.

Despite keeping the dress in her mouth, some of her moans became more pronounced. Anyone could hear us, but far from changing our attitude, it only intensified our arousal. I think it was the first time we'd done it together in a public place, where we could be overheard, and it was truly arousing. And dangerous.

The speed of my thrusting into her ass was now frantic. My balls kept slapping against her buttocks, while my hand pulled her hair, forcing her face toward me. Her tits were bouncing up and down with a demoniac rhytm. Her gaze was the clearest expression of pleasure, of arousal, of burning desire… and mine couldn't be any less intense.



- "I'm coming!" - I said desperately.

- "Yes, papi, give me all your cum, give it to me!"

And boy, did I give it to her. I came like crazy. I lost count of the shots my cock fired into her ass, filling it with my cum, which was pure fire of pleasure. I kept moving a little longer, pumping her until the last drop of semen. When nothing more came out, I pulled out of her. Salma turned around and sat back down on the bench. She hadn't come yet, but besides pleasuring herself, she took my cock and licked it until it was clean and shiny.

I knelt between her legs and, with my tongue and lips on her clit, I helped her fingers to bring her to the most fabulous orgasm.

She splattered my mouth and face with her fluids, due to the violence with which her fingers moved in and out of her burning cunt. Its taste was pure delight. Absolutely addictive. We kissed again, now calmer and still with our breath coming in short gasps.

When we'd recovered a bit, we saw that the dress she'd used as a gag was soaked with her saliva, with several large stains. The tight pants that had turned me on so much were on the floor, and there were several stains on them; semen from her ass had dripped and, mixed with her own fluids, had gotten onto the pants.

She couldn't take them as they were, but she also couldn't just take them to the store and hang everything up as if nothing had happened. She decided to put all the soiled clothes in another fitting room (not the one Valentina had used) and take only the two sweaters and the jeans, although she only bought the jeans.

- "Evan, I'm here!" Valentina came back, excited. We'd finished just in time to avoid being caught. "Now let's continue with our fitting."

I smiled resignedly as Salma winked at me and walked away toward the checkout, carrying the few clothes that hadn't been stained during our sex session. I wasn't keen on continuing with this tedious task, but thanks to Salma, it didn't bother me anymore. At that point, nothing could wipe the satisfied smile off my face.

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 11: Valentina Pinault Hayek & Elsa Pataky

We had finally managed to get some time alone in the house. That afternoon, after clearing the table after lunch, I approached her from behind. Valentina was wearing a short, very tight dress that showed off her gorgeous ass. She wasn't wearing a bra, since lately she'd said she wanted to be comfortable at home, as she was a bit fed up with her work uniform. To complete the sensual scene, her hair was pulled back in a long, beautiful ponytail. I stood watching her from behind as she moved around the table. That sight turned me on so much; my cock became instantly erect.

I approached my wife from behind, and without saying a word, I gripped her breasts tightly, covered only by the thin fabric of her dress, and let my cock, still covered by my clothes, press against the part of the dress that clung to her beautiful ass.



To my surprise, Valentina moaned with pleasure and desire. It was the signal that finally unleashed my storm. With a sharp tug, I lifted the skirt of her dress. I discovered, to my surprise, that she wasn't wearing underwear either. It took me a second to pull down my pants and boxers and guide my cock to her cunt, thrusting it in hard from behind, confirming that her cunt was already hot and wet.

As I eagerly pounded into my wife's cunt, the image of her mother, a couple of days earlier, receiving the same treatment, flashed through my mind. The moans of both of them echoed in my head, their breasts and nipples were in my hands, and my cock vividly recalled the touch and sensation of being swallowed by the mature cunt, while I fucked and filled the young one.

In just a few minutes—I can't say exactly how many, as I lost all track of time and space—I came like a true animal, spurting several jets of my hot semen inside Valentina's cunt. As she felt my final thrusts and my semen fill her insides, she also experienced a powerful orgasm, accompanied by a kind of electric shock that coursed through her entire body, from one end to the other, forcing her to bend even further at the waist. This gave me a new sensation of pleasure, prolonging my colossal orgasm even more.

This last event caused words to spill from my throat, words that turned everything black:

- “God, Salma, you’re killing me with pleasure!” I said as I felt my cock being devoured by my girlfriend’s cunt, contracting with her own orgasm, making my legs tremble.

- “What did you say?” my girlfriend said, turning around at the same time. My cock slipped out of her body, my semen sliding down her thighs, mingling with her own fluids.

- “Me?” I asked, looking dazed. “Nothing, I just said you’re killing me with pleasure.”

- “No, you said ‘Salma, you’re killing me with pleasure,’” Valentina said, looking at me with fire in her eyes, but not with passion.

- “I don’t know, maybe I said it, I might have called you by the wrong name. I spend all day talking to her and your family when I’m at your house. It wouldn’t be so strange if I’d gotten confused now, I’m not in a clear head,” I replied as convincingly as I could.

- “Well, I find it very strange that you’re having sex with me and the first thing that comes to mind is my daughter’s name,” Valentina replied, adjusting her dress, which was stained with the semen and other fluids she was receiving.

- “Damn it, what do you want me to say? Salma’s at home. I say her name many times a day. I must have just made a mistake; I didn’t even realize I said it,” I insisted again.

- “Yeah, whatever you want, but you said her name while we were having sex. And yes, I know you’ve slept with her more than once, at least as far as I know… I suppose her figure and the way she dresses attract you, considering she’s more voluptuous than me…”

- “No, Valentina, it’s not like that. I love you…” I tried to correct her.

- “Wait, let me finish,” she interrupted. “I want you to know that she considers you like a son. So I hope you get her out of your head, because I think you’re crossing some lines you shouldn’t,” she said, looking me straight in the eye with that searching gaze that seemed to read my mind.

- “Of course your mother is beautiful and attractive, but don’t go thinking I’m one of those degenerates who go around sleeping with every good-looking woman they come across,” I said defensively, lying blatantly. “And I only slept with your mother when you gave me permission,” I continued lying.

- “I hope so,” Valentina replied, walking away to the shower, leaving me with a limp cock like never before and a feeling of unease that’s hard to describe.

The rest of the afternoon passed between the two of us without further conversation, avoiding each other. Valentina hadn't directly accused me of sleeping with her mother behind her back, but she had clearly hinted that this was what I might be wanting. I knew her and I knew my reactions. If she brought up the subject again and asked me directly and openly, I would end up confessing the truth. It was becoming increasingly difficult to lie to her, and the worst part was that there were still many other sins of mine that she hadn't yet discovered.

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The next day, Valentina was still upset, though she hid it from the rest of her family. I tried to win her over, but it was a difficult task. I was so desperate to regain her affection that I offered to go shopping with her again.

- “No,” - she replied sharply.-  “We’ll go alone with my mother.”

So I had no choice but to stay in the house. I wasn’t in the mood to socialize, so as soon as the women of the house left, I retreated to where I slept: the guest house, located in a secluded part of the mansion. No one went in there, not even the various servants who worked for the Pinault family, so I could rest easy there.

The tension of the last few days had exhausted me, so I decided to take a nap. I undressed, keeping only my underwear on, and lay down on the bed. I had obviously already fallen asleep when some noises woke me up.

I heard a commotion coming from the house. I feared they were coming for me, but the sounds were coming from the room next to mine. Originally, that room was intended to be another guest bedroom, but over time it had practically become a dressing room to house a small portion of Salma's many dresses.

The sound of two people laughing reached my ears clearly. They were a couple, a man with a deep laugh and a woman with a cheerful one. Listening like a nosy old woman, I tried to recognize my new neighbors. Their voices weren't clear enough, but I soon realized that the sound wasn't talking, but kissing. Apparently, they had gotten into the only bed in the room next to mine. There I was, frozen in my underwear, trying to imagine what was happening in the next bedroom.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I quietly went out into the hallway. I peeked into the adjoining room. There was no one in the half closest to me, which was full of dresses hanging on their racks. But behind the dresses was a velvet curtain that divided the room in half. Behind that curtain was the small bed, the only remaining vestige of what had once been a proper bedroom.

The curtain was closed, but it was moving, probably because of all the kissing and hugging. Suddenly, a bare foot popped out from underneath, but quickly disappeared again. I was mesmerized, imagining what was going on inside. Little by little, the curtain started to open, inch by inch. I began to see the silhouette of the man and the girl's arms around him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, but they moved down to his chest and waist. When she put her hands on the man's buttocks, I understood what was going to happen. She pulled down his underwear and her hands fondled his buttocks. The curtain opened a little more and the show unfolded before my eyes.

I couldn't see her, but the girl was clearly giving the lucky man a blow job. He had his eyes closed and his head looking up at the ceiling. He had his back to the door, so I couldn't see his face, although his body reminded me of someone I knew. His hands must have been on her head, guiding her movements, although the curtain still blocked the entire view. Almost without realizing it, I began to rub myself with one hand over my underwear, while the other stupidly held the door open to prevent it from closing.

Finally, the lovers' intense movements drew the curtain back a little more, and I could see everything. The girl had the man's cock in her mouth, savoring it with her tongue. Clearly, it wasn't her first time. Surprised by the spectacle and absorbed in my attempt at masturbation, I momentarily lost my balance, took a small step, and accidentally bumped into a clothes rack overflowing with dresses. A heavy dress, laden with dangling jewels, fell to the floor with a thud. The girl, without stopping her sucking, turned her eyes, and they met mine. I must have looked startled, because she managed to smile despite what she had between her lips. Her mocking gaze was fixed on mine. She subtly made the man turn slightly so that I could fully enjoy the most exciting blowjob I had ever witnessed.



Then I recognized him. That man wasn't just any man: it was François! My father-in-law! The richest man in France! My girlfriend's father! Salma's husband! That bastard was cheating on Salma in her own house!

The girl really made me nervous; it was the first time in my life I'd masturbated in front of a stranger. Seeing the pleasure my father-in-law was experiencing excited me immensely. Her eyes were locked on mine; it was almost as if she were doing it to me. Every now and then, she'd take it out of her mouth and masturbate him for a while, her tongue tracing the head.

It seemed impossible to me that François could last that long. However, as if he were reading my mind, I saw his stomach tense and the girl carefully close her lips around his cock, as if not to let a single drop escape. For the first time, she closed her eyes as she received the abundant load on her palate. Without taking it out, she shook it several times to finish milking it. She took it out of her mouth and, looking me straight in the eyes, winked at me, and I could see how she was handling all that semen. When she finished, she stood up and said to her lover:

- “I’ll get you another towel.” The woman spoke in English, but her accent was strange. She wasn’t American, nor British, nor French. Could she be Latina? Her accent was somewhat similar to Salma Hayek’s, but not exactly the same. Nor was it like other Latin accents I might recognize, like Colombian or Cuban.

She stood up and closed the curtain behind her. At that moment, I realized I had my cock, completely hard, in my hand. She crossed the room and reached the spot where I was still standing by the door. Then the blonde girl gave me a hard shove that sent me back into the hallway. Then, with a swift movement that showed she knew the house well, she grabbed my arm and dragged me a few feet toward the bathroom. Then, with another shove, she threw me inside and nimbly stepped in, closing the door behind her.

Once we were both in the bathroom, she placed her hand on my neck and pulled me closer. Our mouths met, and I felt her tongue inside mine. Her mouth tasted of semen, but to my surprise, I wasn't disgusted. On the contrary, it excited me, and I felt my cock about to explode. She stopped kissing me and, to my surprise, bent down and yanked down my underwear, the only garment I was wearing.



She squeezed my cock with some force, making me moan with pain and pleasure at the same time. When she released it, she moved to my balls, which she gently felt and squeezed. A soft moan of pleasure escaped me.

- “So... cute. And you were practically naked. You planned this, huh?” she asked with her distinctive accent.

- “No… I didn’t… I didn’t know… I was sleeping.”

- “You’re in luck. I’m still horny, and you’re lucky I go crazy for hot guys with big dicks.”

Her hand released my balls and went back to my cock, starting to slowly masturbate me with a firm grip. I looked down and saw her small hand taming something she couldn’t quite grasp, but she was trying. Her hand went to my testicles and applied a light, pleasurable pressure.

My heart was racing, my cock was rock hard. This woman wanted my dick so badly, it was driving me wild. The little slut was ravenous. She kept biting her lip and moaning as she squeezed my cock.

- "It's huge... Delicious."

She knelt down and, without breaking eye contact, stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it along my hard, throbbing cock. Her other hand went to my ass, which she began to caress and squeeze.

- "I love it, your ass is so firm too. Mmmh..."

And finally, she took it in her mouth.

I don't know what the hell she was doing with her tongue, but the sensation was incredible. Her mouth was moving very slowly back and forth, but I could feel her tongue caressing my frenulum with the tip.

- "Aaaah, fuck, you..."

- "Elsa," she said, during the only pause she took in her intense blowjob.

- "Oooooh, Elsa... You're amazing."

My hand instinctively went to her head, but she pulled it away.

- “I’m not some random whore you can grab by the hair and fuck, got it? I’m in charge here, and your cock belongs to me.”

She shoved it back into her mouth violently and started sucking with even more intensity. This defiant bitch sucked like a porn star. She knew what she was doing. Her other hand stopped squeezing and slapping my ass to join her in trying to free my cock from the rest of my body.

She sucked me with both hands while looking me in the eyes. My pelvis moved with those thrusts while my right hand braced itself against the door and my left against a filing cabinet. With the intensity with which Elsa was sucking, I needed support, or I was going to fall. I’d had plenty of blowjobs with gusto, but this was pure lust and fury.



She pulled it out and started flicking her tongue against it. The dirty little slut was enjoying it immensely.

"You like it, huh?"

She didn't say anything, just looked at me and panted with her mouth open while the rhythmic sound of my hard cock against her tongue filled the air. She spat a couple of times on my hard cock until finally the angelic melody of saliva, mouth, and hand filled the air.

I could have come, but I held on as long as possible. I took a couple of deep breaths while that bitch in heat looked at me. Finally, she stopped sucking.

- "So, are you ready now? You're not going to come, are you…?"

- "No, no, I'm fine. Just keep going."

- "Good boy."

She winked at me and went back to it, now with exaggerated sucking noises, the result of slowing her pace and taking it out of her mouth. She pulled it out to breathe. She panted like a bitch in heat as she gasped for air and shook it violently.

- “It’s huge. The biggest I’ve ever sucked, but it won’t be able to handle me.”

She spat twice while she masturbated me, saliva dripping onto the floor. Her hand focused mainly on the tip of my cock. I had to breathe hard to avoid getting cum all over her face, because she was incredibly skilled at jerking me off with her hands.

She saw me breathing heavily, enduring her talent, and then I realized she was horny too. My stamina was hurting her pride.

- “Let’s see if you can hold out now, guapo…”

Her hand opened a drawer in the bathroom cabinet and she pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. How did she know that drawer contained condoms and lube? Then she let go of my cock while she continued sucking me, never taking her eyes off me.

- "Ugh, you're such a slut, damn, you're so good at this."

Elsa moaned as she sucked me with a rhythmic cadence. Steady, calm, steady, always building. Each time she took it deeper. How hard it was for me to hold back my orgasm, damn!

Then I understood what the condom was for. She put a finger inside it and poured lubricant into it as if there were no tomorrow. Slowly, she brought it closer to my ass. No one had ever done anything like that to me before, and on any other occasion I would have refused, but this woman was a professional at giving blowjobs.

Her wet fingers slowly moved toward my anus. I couldn't hide my surprise and unease.

“Relax, sweetie. You're going to fall in love with me.”

She continued sucking with one hand while the other slowly made its way through my ass. My reaction was to close my asshole so that not even a shrimp's hair could get in, but it was useless. After a few unsuccessful attempts at resistance, I relaxed. Then Elsa slipped her little finger in, which went in easily, and I don't know what she did. I have no fucking idea where she touched me, but suddenly an absolutely abnormal shock ran through my body and I unconsciously grabbed her by the neck while screaming at her.

- "FUCK, I'M COMING, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

I felt jets and jets of cum shooting straight down the throat of that horny blonde, who had taken more than half of my cock in her mouth. Elsa swallowed and swallowed, her head moving slowly back and forth. I swear I'd never come so hard. I didn't even notice when she took her finger out of my ass.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked my still-hard dick clean to remove any remaining traces.

I was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened, but my penis was still hard, refusing to go down. Elsa, meanwhile, kept sucking. If there had been any drops of cum inside me, they'd long since disappeared under her relentless blowjob.

- "It's not going down, do you want more?" she asked lustfully.

I felt empty, but my cock was still hard.

- "You've emptied me, but I'm still erect."

- "Well, fuck me a little, I'm horny and soaking wet," she said.

She stood up and straightened her athletic body. Slender and toned, her body seemed meticulously sculpted. Every muscle was defined, and her curves were modest yet perfectly formed. And to top it all off, her face was beautiful, worthy of any heterosexual man's wildest dreams: delicate features, a charming smile, stunning blue eyes, and fair skin with a perfect tan.



Overcome by lust, I turned her around and pushed her onto the table. I pulled down her pants, revealing a firm, pert, and well-toned ass. She was wearing a thong that was barely enough to contain her perfect backside.


- "Put it in me, don't wait any longer," she begged, eagerly.

My cock was rock hard, so I thrust it in. It went in easily. She was soaking wet, the little slut. I grabbed her neck and started pumping like a wild animal.

Elsa gripped the counter with both hands, letting out short gasps of constant agony. I smacked her ass, and she moaned a little louder.

I kept pounding away like a wild animal as the sound of flesh against flesh grew louder and louder. I watched my cock disappear and reappear between those two buttocks, wondering if I could last much longer if I kept going so hard. And she didn't last long. After a few minutes, she started screaming like a bitch. I kept thrusting. When her long orgasm ended, she put her hand up to stop me.

- "Aaaaaaaaaaaah, stop, stop."

I obeyed, but I kept holding her body and supporting her on the counter.

- "You can't leave me like this," I protested, indignant. - "I was almost finished."

- "I'm tired," - she moaned, her voice tinging with emotion. - "Well, put it in here, it'll be faster."

Then she did something I never would have expected. Without warning, without any preparation, without getting ready with her fingers or lubricant, she grabbed my erect cock and thrust it into her anus in one swift motion. I couldn't believe she'd just put it in her tight little hole. And that anus! Not only were her buttocks perfect, but her anus was the tightest hole I'd ever been in.



She started moving her hips rapidly, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her tight hole. I started to cooperate too, pushing my cock with all my might against the walls of her anus that were strangling my poor penis.

Between surprise and excitement, I came inside her within seconds. She let out a soft moan. As she had done a few minutes before, she sat up, and looking me in the eyes, kissed me again. Then she pulled away. I saw her hand rise and slip inside her anus, between her buttocks. She kept it there for a few seconds, and when she pulled it out, I saw it was wet. And now it was my turn to lick her hand. It had a salty, erotic taste that I loved. She fucked my mouth with her fingers, and when she pulled them out, I tried to extend my tongue to continue licking that elixir. I felt absolutely subjugated by the energy of that woman and by the taste of her sex.

She looked at me smiling, her eyes beautifully mocking, her mouth revealing a row of white teeth, and dimples were visible at the sides of her face. She brought her face close to mine:

- “I love men in relationships. They’re different,” she said. Her breath tickled my neck. “Give your girlfriend a kiss for me.”



And with that, she left the bathroom. After a few stunned seconds, I heard her talking to François. After a brief conversation, I heard footsteps receding and the front door closing. Then, still naked, I left the bathroom and headed toward the dining room.

But I was wrong. I wasn’t alone. Sitting on the sofa, still completely naked, was François, looking at me with a half-smile.