My Private Locker Secret: Surrendering to Henri’s Cock on the Terrace
I’ve kept this locked in my private mental locker for so long. The thrill of spilling it now, just for you, makes my pulse race. That weekend at Henri’s Bordeaux estate. Saturday night. The terrace. Candles flickering. Night air warm on my bare thighs under my short black dress. No panties. No stockings. Just me, exposed, waiting.
Henri’s eyes lock on mine over dessert. ‘I’m happy you’re here.’ Polite chat fades. Then, brutal: ‘You loved my stables, didn’t you?’ Heat rushes to my face. Yesterday’s whipping in the stables flashes back. My arrogance punished. Pierre’s massive cock sailling me like a mare while Henri watched. I nod, voice shaky. ‘As much as you do.’
The Breaking Point
He smiles. Eyes drop to my thighs. ‘It turned you on.’ ‘Yes.’ Heart pounding. Terrain slippery. Then he hits: ‘Suck me. Now.’ Hand on my thigh. Zipper down. His cock springs out. Hard. Thick. Veined. The one I’ve dreamed of. Hand on my nape. Gentle pressure. Why fight? I crave it. Lips part. Gland brushes my mouth. Salty pre-cum. I take him in.
Slow at first. Lips sliding down the shaft. Tongue flicking the underside. Expert. I love sucking cock. This one? Electric. His. The man who owned me yesterday. Saliva drips. Hand cups his balls. Knead them soft. He grips my braid. Watches my head bob. Pretty lips stretched around him. Appetite raw. He’s throbbing. Close.
Pulls me off. Eyes wild. ‘Stop. I want more.’ Hands me wine. Gulps his. Cock half-hard, out. Grabs my hand. Leads to terrace rail. Bends me over. Hands grip cold metal. He flips my dress up. Ass bare. Thong wedged. He steps back. Admires. Heels arch my legs. Globes firm. Pussy lips peeking, soaked.
Chauffeur in the corner. Tall, métis hunk in white jacket. Hands behind back. Watching. Impassive. But I feel his eyes. Fuels my fire. Henri squats. Nose in my crack. Sniffs my sweat-musk cunt. Tongue dives. Laps lips. Probes hole. I push back. Groan like a bitch. Deeper.
Raw Intimacy Unleashed
He stands. Mouth slick with me. Cock rigid. Hand on shoulder. Gland nudges. Slides in. Inch by inch. Fills me. Groan escapes. Finally. His cock. Hard. Deep. Thrusts build. Balls slap ass. Violent. Chauffeur sees every plunge. My cheeks jiggle. Tremble. Is his cock huge? Bulging? Thought tips me. Orgasm crashes. Fire explodes. I scream. Claw air. He grips hips. Unloads. Hot jets flood me. Does she feel it? he thinks. I do. Full. Owned.
He pulls out. Pants up. Walks inside. Chauffeur vanishes. I straighten. Dress down. Legs shake. Enter salon. Armagnac poured. ‘For your emotions.’ I smirk. ‘Ours.’ He smiles. Takes my hand. Kiss. Neck caress. ‘You gave me emotions, Laura. Wanted to test you first.’ ‘A relationship?’ Height regained. He leads to my room. Glass in hand.
Undresses me tender. Joins shower. Naked. Hard again against me. Kisses deep. Bed. Makes love. Slow. Eyes locked. Legs wrap his waist. He nibbles ears. Neck. I cum first. Squeeze him. He follows. Fills again. Enlaced. Armagnac. I flip prone. Watch his soft cock swing. Thick even limp. ‘Insatiable?’ ‘Pervy old man.’
Locker snaps shut. Light. Free. Shared. Yours now.
