Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next morning Julia dressed very conservatively. She even made sure to wear her laundry day panties. "I'm not gonna let that deviant
get a rise out of me", she muttered to herself.
Despite her efforts to stay focused on the tasks at hand, she couldn't shake the memory of Marcus's hands on her body, his tongue exploring her most intimate regions.
Even worse, she couldn't stop thinking about his massive cock. Images of Marcus penetrating her relentlessly played in her head, driving her wild with desire.
When she arrived at work she sat herself as far away from Marcus as possible. When Mr. Walker arrived he started with saying that he had an great announcement . He explained that due to the nature of our work we will have to send a couple of you to Paris. Then he looked at Marcus and Julia "I think the two of you should go. Marcus you already know the city, and I think Julia could benefit from a trip like this".
Julia said "I don't know if I should go
and leave everything to other colleagues".
"You mustn't worry about it", Mr. Walker reassured her. "I trust you both to handle the assignment effectively. It's a great opportunity for you to learn more about international law and expand your expertise."
With that, the decision was made. During the break Julia confronted Marcus "i want to make sure you understand me. Nothing absolutely nothing will happen between us on this trip. You can keep the panties. But if you try to do anything more I will rapport you".
Julia told Marcus.
"if that's what you want", Marcus chuckled, flashing her a sly grin.
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Later in the afternoon Mr. Walker called Julia into his office. "I wanted to make sure you understand why I'm sending you to Paris"
, he said sincerely. "You're young and you're very talented and work hard. And I'm sure you will do an absolutely tremendous job their. But I also want you to live a little, and loosen up. There's more to life than work you know."
"thank you, Mr. Walker. You're right I need to start living my life", Julia replied, looking up at him gratefully.
"here come sit on my lap as I tell you about Paris." the old man suddenly said.
"Come, sit on my lap and listen," he urged, patting his knee invitingly. Julia hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to comply. However, sensing the earnestness in Mr. Walker's voice, she cautiously approached his desk and perched atop his lap.
He adjusted her position, ensuring she was comfortable, and then wrapped his arm around her waist. As he told her all about his adventures in Paris, Julia found herself listening intently. Mr. Walker let his arm travel further north so it very slightly touched the bottom of her breasts, as he said "don't you want adventures such as that?". Julia didn't protest and instead said "of course Mr. Walker ". As she listened, she couldn't help but feel a small stirring of excitement in her stomach. She could feel he was getting an erection, but he was such gentle company that she accepted it and even appreciated it. This led her to grab his hand and moved it to her breast.
Mr. Walker's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. She gasped, her heart racing as anticipation flooded through her veins. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her cheek. "Don't you want to experience something different?" he whispered, his voice gravelly with desire. "You deserve to explore your desires without fearing judgment."
She swallowed hard, her throat constricting as she considered his words. "I suppose I do," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"But I'm just so scared of making mistakes or letting anyone down."
Mr. Walker sighed heavily, stroking her hair soothingly. "You won't find true happiness if you live in constant fear of failure or disappointment. Trust me, I've been there."
Julia nodded, her gaze falling to the ground. "What should I do then?"
"Embrace your desires," he replied confidently. "Dare to take risks and step outside your comfort zone.
Life is short, and we only get one chance to truly live," Mr. Walker encouraged. "Now, you might be wondering why I'm telling you all this. Well, dear Julia, I believe that sometimes, a little push is necessary to unlock the potential within ourselves."
Julia swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "What kind of push?" she managed to ask, her voice cracking under the weight of her curiosity.
Mr. Walker's eyes sparkled, as if reading her deepest desires and he moved his other hand up her thigh.
"Why don't I show you what I mean?" he asked huskily, his lips brushing against her hair.
Julia shivered, unable to resist the lure of temptation. "Yes, please," she breathed, her voice barely audible. Walker cupped her breast, his calloused palm grazing her nipple through her shirt. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch with a surge of desire.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Oh, Mr. Walker"
, Julia gasped, her voice quivering under the weight of her mounting arousal. "I never expected..."
"Shh," Mr. Walker hushed her, his lips descending onto hers as he pulled her closer. His kisses were tender yet possessive, conveying a potent mix of passion and dominance. His experienced hands expertly explored her body, igniting a flame within her that threatened to consume her entirely.
"Relax, my dear," he murmured, his hot breath fanning her ear. "There's nothing to fear.
Just surrender to this moment," Mr. Walker murmured, his lips tracing a path along her jawline. Julia trembled, her heart pounding in her chest as she willingly succumbed to his advances.
His hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently as his thumbs flicked over her sensitive nipples. She cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
"You're so responsive," Mr. Walker purred, his voice low and rough.
"You're making me so horny, Julia."
Julia whimpered, her body trembling beneath his touch. "I've never done this before," she confessed, her voice quavering.
"I know, darling," Walker murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "That's part of the appeal."
He slipped his hand under her skirt, caressing her inner thighs and drawing ever closer to her wet pussy. She moaned loudly, her arousal growing with each passing second.
"Please, Mr. Walker," she pleaded, her voice strained and desperate. "I can't wait any longer."
He chuckled darkly, his fingers dancing dangerously close to her core. "Patience, my dear," he growled, his voice rich with promise. "All good things come to those who wait."
Julia writhed beneath him, her body aching for release. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest heaving wildly as she fought to regain control. "No, I can't," she whimpered, her voice breaking.
"I need you inside me now."
"Ah, my sweet innocent Julia," Mr. Walker murmured, his fingers skimming her panties. "So eager for a taste of forbidden fruit."
He slowly slid her panties down, exposing her bare, damp pussy. She let out a soft cry, her hips bucking upward in anticipation.
"Look at this beauty," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to sink my teeth into it."
"Please, please," she begged, her voice weak with desperation.
"I need you to fuck me."
Mr. Walker chuckled darkly, his eyes sparkling with delight. "So eager, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Very well, my dear. Let's explore what pleasures await us."
He slowly removed his pants, revealing his substantial erection. Julia gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh, Mr. Walker," she murmured, her voice hoarse with lust. "Please let me ride it"
.
"My dear," Mr. Walker purred, running his hand up her inner thigh as he eased her onto his lap. "You're about to embark on the wildest ride of your life."
With a deft movement, he positioned her on top of him, guiding her onto his engorged member. She gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the head of his cock penetrate her entrance. He held her tightly, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he helped guide her up and down.
Her body was trembling, and she could feel her heart thumping against her chest, her skin slick with sweat. The smell of musk filled the air, mingling with the scent of their sweat and the faint aroma of expensive cologne.
"You're doing so well, my dear," Mr. Walker murmured against her ear, his voice low and rumbling. "Feel free to move however you wish."
Julia's movements became more frantic, her hips bucking wildly as she sought to find the perfect angle.
Mr. Walker's hands moved lower, cupping her ass and helping guide her as she rode him. His fingers dug into her flesh, urging her onwards as the sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the otherwise quiet office.
"let me eat your pussy"
, Mr. Walker murmured, his voice husky with lust.
"please, please," Julia whimpered, her voice barely audible.
"I need you to lick me".
He eagerly obliged, and laid her down on the table, his tongue darting forth to taste her sweet nectar. His tongue swirled around her clit, flicking it rapidly as she moaned loudly, her cries echoing around the empty office.
"Oh yes, oh yes," she screamed, her voice reaching fever pitch.
"That feels amazing!"
Her body convulsed, as waves of ecstasy washed over her in powerful, overwhelming bursts. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her insatiable hunger for pleasure grew stronger.
"Fuck me until I can't stand anymore," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "I need you to ravage me."
Mr. Walker complied, his lips kissing her deeply while his fingers danced skillfully over her aching clitoris.
His movements were deliberate and measured, designed to bring her ultimate pleasure. Julia cried out, her voice echoing against the walls of the office. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her gasping for breath. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting each of his strokes with equal ferocity.
"I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice sounding distant and dreamlike. "Oh god, I'm going to cum so hard."
"Let it go, my dear," Walker murmured, his voice vibrating in the hollow of her ear.
"Allow yourself to lose control."
Julia whimpered, her hips bucking wildly as she surrendered to the sensations sweeping through her body. She felt as though she were soaring high above the earth, her spirit untethered from the restraints of reality. Her cries echoed through the silent office, blending with the muffled sounds of traffic and sirens outside.
"please fuck me, take me lying on this table"
, she begged, her voice hoarse with lust. Mr. Walker eagerly obliged, positioning her onto the cold surface. He lay flat on top of her, his body hot and heavy, pinning her down. His breath was labored, and she could feel his heart pounding against her cheek.
"I want to hear you scream," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to hear you beg for mercy."
Each word sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking against his rock-hard shaft.
"I need you deeper," she whimpered, her voice thick with lust. "Fill me up with your cock."
Mr. Walker groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I'm going to fill you up, my dear," he growled, his voice low and seductive. "And you're going to beg for more."
Julia cried out, her face flushing crimson. "Please, Mr. Walker," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Please, please, fuck me harder."
Mr. Walker grinned maliciously, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Oh, my dear," he cooed, his voice dripping with lust. "You're begging for it now, aren't you?"
Julia whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, yes," she moaned, her voice strained and desperate. "I need you to pound me."
Mr. Walker increased his tempo and Julia orgasmed.
The orgasm was intense, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably. "I'm coming," she cried, her voice strained and desperate. "I'm coming so hard."
"That's it, my dear," Walker murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Let it all out."
Julia's cries echoed through the office, blending with the muffled sounds of traffic and sirens outside. The orgasm seemed to stretch on forever, enveloping her in a haze of pure bliss. "I want you to cum inside me" she finally said.
"Are you sure, my dear?" Mr. Walker asked, his voice thick with lust. "It would be quite messy."
She nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Yes, I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside me."
He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Very well, my dear Juliette," he said, using her middle name. "You shall have what you desire."
His thrusts became more forceful, his cock throbbing with every movement. She moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the empty office.
Their bodies slammed together, their flesh colliding with a wet slap. The scent of sex permeated the air, mingling with the faint aroma of expensive cologne. Mr. Walker groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Are you ready, my dear?" he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Are you ready to receive my seed?"
Julia nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Mr. Walker smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Good" he said as he came. After he came he got down on his knees, and licked her pussy cleaning his own semen from it.
She screamed with pleasure, the feeling of his tongue lapping up her wetness being incredibly pleasurable. He went up and kissed her. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked jokingly. "You have no idea" she responded smiling. "I think you're starting to enjoy your trip already" he teased her. "Well, lets hope Paris won't be so boring, because I certainly enjoyed today's conversation" she laughed.
They kept talking for a bit more, discussing possible scenarios and outcomes of their cases.
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When the trip to Paris finally arrived Marcus seemed to have understood that nothing would happen between him and Julia. He appeared very professional and Julia almost couldn't believe that it was the same person .
One day at dinner they were joined by a girl. "This is Marie. You know the girl Mr. Walker was telling me about", Marcus said nonchalantly. Mr. Walker hadn't been lying she certainly had the shape of a hour-glass
. Long blond hair framed her beautiful face, and she wore a black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Marie suggested that they should come to a party at her apartment.
Marcus accepted the invitation immediately, but Julia hesitated before agreeing. She looked at Marcus sternly, reminding him of the promise he had made before their departure. Marcus merely shrugged, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "After all," he said, "we're here to network, and you know how much fun parties can be."
Julia reluctantly agreed, hoping that things would remain platonic. They arrived at Marie's place, a spacious loft with exposed brick walls and modern art adorning the walls. The apartment was filled with people, laughter, and music. "So what do you do exactly?"
Julia asked Marie, trying to divert her attention from the way Marcus was eyeing the woman. She could see the wheels turning in his head, planning his moves for later.
Marie smiled charmingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm an artist, actually," she revealed, gesturing towards a wall covered in abstract paintings. "I've been showing my work to galleries and collectors for years. That's how I know Mr Walker. His a patron of mine "
Marie explained as she poured wine for Julia and Marcus. The liquid flowed smoothly into the glasses, filling them up to the brim. "To new beginnings!" she toasted raising her glass. They clinked their glasses together and took a sip, savoring the fruity taste of the red wine.
As the hours became small and their were only a few guests left, Marie lured Marcus into her bedroom.
Julia watched them disappear behind closed doors, jealousy gnawing at her conscience. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but the sight of them laughing and embracing was too much to bear.
What was worse was that the apartment was very old, so one could easily hear what was going on in the bedroom.
Julia heard Marie giggling playfully, followed by Marcus's husky laugh. Then they started kissing, their mouths slurping loudly. She heard the rustle of cloth as they undressed, and Marie commenting "oh you're so big. Let's see if I can handle it all"
. Marcus chuckled darkly, and the sound of their wet tongues smacking together reached her ears. Then she could hear Marie saying "fuck me. Fuck me like you fuck that little whore you bought with you". Julia could feel herself getting wet from this. Now she could hear the sounds of love making.
The bed creaked rhythmically, accompanied by Marie's soft moans and Marcus's grunts. "Harder," Marie pleaded, her voice husky with desire. "Fuck me harder, baby."
Julia tried to ignore the noise, focusing on the dull hum of the refrigerator instead. She took another sip of wine, the alcohol burning away some of the tension building inside her. It wasn't fair; she was supposed to be the one enjoying the perks of being with Marcus. Instead, she was stuck on the sidelines, watching him flirt with someone else.
"fuck me in the ass"
, Marie suddenly shouted, her voice echoing through the room. Julia winced, her body tensing at the unexpected demand. She heard Marcus chuckle darkly, his voice thick with lust. he asked, his tone teasing. "Oh, fuck yes"
, Marie cried, her voice strained with desire. "I need it so bad."
Julia could hear the rustle of fabric as they repositioned themselves, followed by the distinct sound of lube being squeezed onto skin.
She couldn't help but imagine the sight: Marcus kneeling between Marie's legs, lubing up his erection with practiced precision. The thought of his cock plunging into Marie's tight asshole made her shiver with anticipation.
"
Oh, fuck, that feels so good," Marie moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Give it to me, baby."
Julia imagined Marcus spreading Marie's cheeks apart, exposing her vulnerable asshole, and pressing the tip of his cock against her tight ring.
The visual image burned in her mind, fueling her increasing arousal.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," Marie moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
As soon as Marie and Marcus appeared to be finished, Julia went to the bathroom. She simply needed a release of her own.
The bathroom door closed firmly behind her, and she quickly put her hands down her panties.
Her fingers brushed against her soaked panties instinctively, and she moaned softly. She needed to get off right now. She needed it badly. She decided to try fingering herself first. She inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, and it felt divine.
Julia removed her panties and placed them on the floor. She sat down on the toilet seat, her legs spread wide open.
Using her index finger, she carefully touched her wetness, testing her readiness. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized how wet she was. She inserted her finger into her wet slit, and her pussy greedily sucked it in. She moaned softly, her breathing deepening as she began to stroke herself.
She curled her finger upwards, searching for her G-spot. She found it, and a wave of pleasure rocked her body. She gasped, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to maintain control. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice strained.
"I need more."
Her fingers flew furiously, penetrating her depths relentlessly. The sensation of her pussy sucking on her digits was intoxicating, and she couldn't stop rubbing her swollen clit. She arched her back, pressing her pelvis against the cool porcelain seat.
Suddenly, she felt it—a familiar tightening deep within her core. The orgasm was building, swelling like a crescendo in a symphony. She wanted to scream, but fear of discovery held her back.
Instead, she bit her lip, stifling her moans as best she could.
The pressure built, mounting with each stroke of her fingers. Her pussy clenched around her digit, milking it for all it was worth. "Oh, please, let me cum," she whispered desperately, her voice trembling with need. "I need to come so bad."
As the tension in her body mounted, Julia's grip on the toilet seat tightened. Her knuckles turned white, and her muscles tensed, preparing for the explosive release. Suddenly, she felt it—an electric spark shooting through her body, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her toes.
She gasped, her whole body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, milking them for all they were worth. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
As the orgasm subsided, Julia collapsed onto the bathroom floor, panting heavily. Her body was still trembling, and her fingers ached from the intense stimulation.
As she returned to the living room Marie was standing there in an open dressing gown. She really had a heavenly figure, and underneath she ironically wearing the same kind of lacy black silk panties that Marcus had stolen from Julia.
The matching bra pushed her boobs up nicely. In fact, Julia thought the lingerie set looked better on Marie than it did on herself. How dare she wear such clothing without even a hint of modesty...
"Julia, my dear," Marie greeted her, a sly smile playing across her lips. "Were you hiding from us?"
Caught off guard, Julia could only utter a nervous laugh. "N-no, not at all," she mumbled, her gaze flickering nervously between Marie and the bathroom door.
"that's ok, Marcus said he will be sleeping here. You can sleep on the couch if you want" Marie offered.
"no that's ok. I think I will just head back to the hotel"
Julia managed to say. "Ok, you know next time you want release you can just join us", Marie told her with a wink.
Julia laughed nervously, and Marie hugged her goodbye. "I'm afraid Marcus is already asleep. You know how men are after sex. Guess I will have to wake him up for a second round. Are you sure you can find your way home?"
Marie asked, concern clouding her pretty features. "We could call an Uber for you."
"No, don't worry," Julia assured her, mustering a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I'll just walk, clear my head a bit."
"Well, if you insist," Marie replied, her brow furrowing skeptically. "But remember, we're here to support you, not to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with."
"Thank you, Marie," Julia sighed, relief washing over her.
Aa she walked. She thought about Marcus. Why was she jealous. He was so annoying and arrogant and kind of a pig?
Or maybe it was her frustration at being overlooked that fueled her attraction. Whatever the reason, Julia found herself fantasizing about Marcus, picturing him naked in ways that shocked even her.
She also thought of Marie. She was so beautiful in her night gown and the black lacy underwear, that Julia almost wished she had a photo of it. Julia had never seen anybody with a figure like that. Tall, and with the smallest waist and broad hips and big tits.
...she probably didn't even notice how great she looked in that outfit...
As Julia continued to stroll along the dimly lit streets of Paris, the memories of the evening played like a movie reel in her mind. The images of Marie and Marcus passionately entwined consumed her thoughts, intensifying her feelings of frustration and longing.
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, her pace quickening. "If Marcus can be a pig, so can I" she thought to herself before deciding to enter one of the many bars she had passed by.
She entered Le Bar au Poivre, where she ordered a glass of red wine. She went there to try and see what it would be like to be Marcus. Just doing what she wanted and being smug and arrogant about it
. So she ordered a drink and looked around. The bar was a quaint establishment with antique wooden furniture and vintage posters lining the walls. The dim lighting created a cozy ambiance, encouraging patrons to unwind and relax. A jukebox played classic French tunes, adding to the overall charm of the place.
Julia scanned the crowd, observing the various patrons. Some were businessmen discussing deals over glasses of wine, while others were couples sharing intimate moments. As she sipped her drink, she noticed a man sitting alone at the corner booth.
He appeared to be in his late thirties, with short cropped hair and a chiseled jawline. His attire was casual yet stylish, consisting of black jeans and a plain white shirt. Julia couldn't help but admire his striking physique, particularly his broad shoulders and muscular arms.
Feeling a sudden surge of boldness, she approached the man, her heart racing with anticipation. "May I join you?" she asked politely, gesturing towards the empty booth. The man glanced up, his gaze locking onto hers.
His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of blue, holding a mysterious intensity that captivated Julia. "Of course," he replied, his voice deep and soothing. "Please, sit down."
With a gentle nod of gratitude, Julia slid into the booth across from him. She studied his face, noting the slight scruff on his chin and the crooked grin that seemed to dance around the corners of his mouth. Despite his rugged appearance, there was something warm and inviting about him. Perhaps it was the kindness in his eyes or the genuine interest he displayed upon speaking with her. Julia knew that to truly be like Marcus, she would have to be more daring than just to speak to a stranger. After all Marcus had licked her butthole in the middle of the conference room.
And then he went and fucked some french bimbo in the ass. There was no reason why she shouldn't do whatever she wanted.
"I am Julia" she introduced herself, reaching out her hand to shake his. "And you are?"
"Ludovic Durandier" he answered, taking her hand and shaking it gently. "I am glad to meet you, Julia. I hope this doesn't seem too forward for you."
"Not at all, Ludovic. I appreciate your honesty." Julia smiled, placing her hand on the table.
"Do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?"
Ludovic raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Of course not, Julia. Fire away."
"Why are you here alone tonight?" she asked, her voice softening. "I mean, surely you have friends or family, right?"
Ludovic shrugged, his expression growing somber. "Actually, I'm here on business," he confessed, looking down at his glass of wine. "My company sent me to Paris for a weeklong conference.
However, the event ended early, leaving me with free time on my hands." Ludovic paused, a hint of sadness lingering in his voice. "I guess sometimes life doesn't go according to plan."
Julia couldn't help but empathize with Ludovic's situation.
"Well since we're both here alone, what do you say we do something to cure our loneliness" she said while putting her hand on his crotch.
"Mmm, you seem to enjoy my touch."
Ludovic chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, Julia, I suppose that depends on what you have in mind."
She gave him a sultry look, her eyes full of lust. "How about we take a ride to my hotel room?" she purred, squeezing his cock subtly. "I'm actually on a kind of a quest to try to be forward and in control and just do what I want. And right now I feel like riding your cock until I scream your name out"
she said, stroking his bulge suggestively.
Ludovic swallowed hard, his gaze fixated on the tantalizing movements of her delicate fingers. "Well, Julia, if that's what you truly desire, I wouldn't dream of denying you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Without hesitation, Julia stood up, offering her hand to Ludovic. "Shall we?" she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ludovic grasped her hand firmly, rising to his feet with grace.
With a knowing smile, he led Julia out of the bar and into the chilly Parisian night. As they exited the establishment, the cold air nipped at their faces, invigorating them further.
The streets were illuminated by golden streetlights, casting a warm glow on everything nearby. They walked side by side, their steps synchronized, like dancers performing a sensual routine. Occasionally, they exchanged fleeting glances, their gazes heavy with unspoken desires.
Finally, they arrived at the hotel, a majestic edifice nestled amidst other grand establishments.
The lobby was opulent, with high ceilings and intricate chandeliers hanging overhead. Amidst the plush furnishings and elegant decor, the couple stood out as they exchanged whispers and smiles.
As soon as they entered the hotel room Julia pushed Ludovic unto the bed
. Before he could react, she straddled him, her body pressed tightly against his. The heat radiating from her core made Ludovic shiver with anticipation.
"Oh, Julia," he breathed, his eyes locked on her hypnotic gaze. "You're incredible."
She climbed down and slowly opened his pants.
, exposing his throbbing cock. It was massive.
"Oh, Ludovic," she moaned, her eyes widening with lust. "You're so fucking big."
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at its girth. With a sly grin, she leaned down, her lips brushing against the sensitive tip. He groaned, his body arching beneath her touch. She could sense his arousal, growing stronger with every passing moment.
"I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ludovic nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing with anticipation. Julia parted her lips, engulfing the head of his penis inch by inch. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, teasing him mercilessly. Ludovic moaned deeply, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"That's it, love," he encouraged her, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just like that."
Julia flicked her tongue rapidly, stimulating the most sensitive parts of his member. She took another step towards ecstasy, swallowing his entire length with relish.
Ludovic moaned louder, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. "Oh, Julia," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Your mouth feels amazing."
She released his cock, running her tongue up and down the sensitive underside. Ludovic whimpered, his hips bucking uncontrollably. "Yes, yes," he murmured, his breath ragged. "More, please."
Grinning wickedly, Julia resumed her oral ministrations, sucking and licking his erect rod with renewed vigor.
Julia stuck her one hand down her panties, and laughed "you wouldn't believe how wet I am for you"
. Her fingers found her wet spot, and she rubbed it excitedly.
"I want you to watch me masturbate" she instructed Ludovic, staring directly into his eyes.
"Oh, yes," he breathed, his eyes glued to her hand. "Please, continue."
Unperturbed by the audience, Julia began to rub her clitoris, her thumb dancing around the sensitive nub. "God, you're sexy," Ludovic murmured, his gaze fixed on her hand.
"do you like how I look with my hand down my cute panties fingering myself?"
Julia teased, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Tell me what you think."
"Oh, Julia," Ludovic breathed, his eyes locked on her hand. "You look so sexy doing that" he continued. Julia was wearing cute little pink panties with hearts on them, and this made her feel like playing innocent "I'm glad you say. I do this all of the time while I think about what big bad boys will do to me"
She crawled over to Ludovic, her hips swaying seductively. She rubbed herself really good while asking "what do you think of my panties?"
"Julia, these panties make you look incredibly hot." Ludovic admitted.
"So you like my sweet little butt in these tiny panties?"
"Julia, your butt looks perfect, and those panties fit you just right."
Julia continued to tease Ludovic, who couldn't resist her beauty.
"Would you like to play with my wet hole?"
Julia grabbed Ludovic's big hand and guided it to her panties while smiling. He felt the dampness of her panties, which got him horny.
He pulled them down, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer to her entrance. She was soaking wet, and her scent filled his nostrils.
"I bet you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Julia challenged him, her voice husky with arousal. "Well, you won't be disappointed."
Ludovic positioned himself between her legs, admiring her glistening wetness. He teased her with small strokes, lightly caressing her outer lips. She squirmed, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Tell me how badly you want me" she moaned as he played with her.
"I want to hear you beg," Julia added, feeling the heat of his breath on her neck.
"Julia, I want you so much," Ludovic groaned, while rubbing her clit. "More Ludovic. I want you to really beg for me to jump onto you and ride you" she
demanded. "Plead with me to give you what you desire."
"Julia, please," Ludovic pleaded, his voice breaking with desperation. "I need you so badly."
"Then tell me how much you crave my body," Julia taunted, her voice dripping with confidence. "Let me hear those dirty words escape your lips."
"I want you. Oh, Julia, I need to feel you," Ludovic groaned, his hands trembling with anticipation.
"Please, let me inside you."
"Not yet," Julia whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want you to beg a little longer. Plead with me to satisfy your insatiable hunger while you finger me" Julia whispered in his ear, her voice low and sultry. "Make me melt with your desperate pleas."
"Julia, I can't hold back any longer. Please, let me inside you." Ludovic begged, his voice strained with urgency. "I need to feel you."
"You're so close, Ludovic," Julia taunted, her voice dripping with desire. "But you must earn my satisfaction. Tell me what you want."
"I want your sweet pussy, Julia." he begged. Julia took his other hand and placed on her shirt above her breast. "You're so close play with my folds while you grab my breast"
she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Ludovic eagerly obliged, cupping her breast through her shirt while massaging her wet folds simultaneously. As he fondled her breast, she gasped, her nipples becoming erect and hard. "Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice husky with desire. "That feels so good."
His fingers danced across her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. At the same time, he expertly stimulated her clitoris, tracing circles around the sensitive area.
Julia gasped, her breath coming in shallow bursts. "Oh, Ludovic," she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure.
Ludovic continued to caress her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple through the fabric. He could feel her heartbeat accelerating, and her skin grew warmer beneath his touch. "Please ride me Julia. I want to feel your sweet warm pussy going up and down on my cock."
Ludovic begged, his voice strained with desperation. "I want that to Ludovic"
Julia teased, her voice dripping with lust. "I want to ride you so bad."
Julia moaned, her voice thick with lust. She lifted her hips off the ground, guiding Ludovic's rock-hard erection towards her moist and eager vagina.
"Are you ready for me, Ludovic?" she asked, her voice husky with anticipation.
"Yes, Julia," he responded, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm ready."
With a gentle nudge, Julia aligned her entrance with Ludovic's throbbing member. She inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
She removed her soaked panties and crawled on top of him.
"Ludovic," Julia gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. "It's time."
Julia whispered, her voice barely audible. She reached down, positioning Ludovic's pulsing cock at her entrance. With a deep breath, she slowly lowered herself onto him, their bodies merging like two halves of a broken heart finally reunited.
"Oh, Julia," Ludovic groaned, his voice cracking with pleasure. "You feel so good."
She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, making her moan uncontrollably.
Ludovic's hands roamed across her body, exploring every curve and crevice. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, igniting sparks of pleasure at every touch.
"Oh, Julia," he moaned, his voice husky with arousal. "You feel amazing."
As he continued to explore her body, Julia arched her back, reveling in the sensation of his hands on her skin. She moaned softly, her voice a melodic accompaniment to the rhythmic motion of their bodies.
Julia now increased her tempo.
She rocked her hips faster, driving Ludovic crazy with desire. She could feel his cock swelling within her, growing larger and harder with each stroke. "Oh, Julia," Ludovic groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.
As she continued to ride him, Julia arched her back, reveling in the sensation of his hands on her skin.
She now decided to ride him in a furious tempo.
her hips bucking wildly. Ludovic moaned loudly, his grip tightening on her hips.
"Oh, Julia," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.
Their bodies moved in sync, their muscles straining with exertion. Sweat trickled down their faces, mixing with the moisture generated by their heated embrace. Their breathing became labored, their chests heaving in tandem.
They were lost in the moment, oblivious to the world surrounding them. "Are you gonna cum with me?"
Julia asked, her voice husky with anticipation.
"Yes, Julia," Ludovic moaned, his voice crackling with lust. "I'm gonna cum so hard, and I want you to cum with me."
"Harder, Ludovic!" Julia screamed, her voice echoing around the room. "Fuck me harder!"
Ludovic did as she commanded, pounding into her as hard as he could. The sound of their flesh colliding echoed in the bedroom, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the space.
"You feel better than I ever imagined."
"I want to feel it all," Julia cried, her voice hoarse with desire. "Take me, Ludovic. Fill me with your essence."
Her words sent a jolt of electricity through Ludovic's core, fueling his passion. He gripped her hips tighter, pumping into her ferociously.
"Yes," Julia moaned, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Feel me tighten around you.
Feel yourself getting bigger inside me," Julia whispered, her voice quivering with anticipation. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
Ludovic growled, his grip tightening on her hips. His cock pulsed within her, swollen and throbbing with anticipation. "Julia," he groaned, his voice strained with lust. "I'm so close."
The air filled with the scent of sweat and sex, a potent mixture that ignited their passions further.
When Julia felt Ludovic cumming inside her pussy, it caused her to follow through, and she screamed "oh my fucking god" so loud that she worried that it would wake up the rest of the hotel.
After the intense orgasm subsided, Ludovic collapsed underneath Julia, who rolled off him, panting heavily. Both of them lay there, spent and satisfied, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
Ludovic gathered enough strength to whisper: "that might have been the best sex I ever had. You're really good Julia"
This made Julia feel very proud, and said: "aw thank you. You made me good". They laid together for a few minutes catching their breaths. Before Ludovic had to go they exchanged contact information so they could have another rendezvous in case they were ever in the same country again.
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The next morning Julia woke up and checked her phone. There was a message from Marcus. It was a bunch of videos he had shot of him fucking Marie.
She was annoyed at this but couldn't help but watching them. After all they were both very photogenic.
There was one shot were Marie rode Marcus's big dick, and she looked absolutely beautiful. Her tits were bouncing and you could sense the passion she felt.
He slapped her on the ass and she screamed with excitement. This made Julia decide to dress up in a lacy black bodysuit which could only be designed for sex.
The see-through material left nothing to the imagination.
Her busty breasts and curvy waist where clearly visible, and her ass cheeks peeked through. She wore thigh high stockings, and a pair of killer heels. On top of it she put on a dressing gown so she would look decent walking the hallways of the hotel, she then went to Marcus'room and knocked on the door.
To her disappointment nobody answered. He apparently hadn't come back from Marie yet.
Julia sighed and walked back to her room. She kicked off the heels, laid herself down on the bed, and started to look at the videos again.
She quickly opened the bottom of her bodysuit so she had easy access to her pussy.
Watching the video, she watched as Marie rode his cock, screaming with pleasure. She unconsciously started playing with herself while watching the videos.
She explored her folds, teasing her clitoris with her index finger. She moaned softly, feeling her desire escalate.
"Damn Marcus," she muttered under her breath. "You know how to fuck a woman."
She watched as Marie arched her back, her nails digging into Marcus's shoulders. She inserted a finger into her wet pussy, savoring the familiar sensation.
As she watched a video of Marie sucking Marcus's cock, she put her finger into her mouth tasting her own juices.
She could feel herself getting wetter with each second. The sight of Marie deepthroating Marcus's massive cock made her pussy ache with desire.
"Damn," she mumbled, licking her lips. "Marcus knows how to work a woman over."
She took her finger out of her mouth and ran it along her clitoris, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body. She remembered the way it felt to be penetrated by a man, and she yearned for that moment once again.
The memory of being impaled by Ludovic's massive cock still lingered in her mind, arousing her even more.
"Damn," she muttered, running her fingers through her damp hair. "I wish Ludovic could have stayed longer."
Julia shifted her position on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. She took her phone and clicked on another video, watching as Marcus thrusted deeply into Marie, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion.
Julia got on her knees with her head down and ass up
, watching the video as she slowly stroked her clit.
Her stroking became faster and faster
as she enjoyed the scene unfolding before her.
She loved seeing Marie take a lot of dick, it made her pussy throb with pleasure.
"Oh yeah, baby," she whispered, her voice quivering with passion. "Take that cock, Marie."
The video showed Marie leaning back, her eyes closed as Marcus plunged into her from behind.
Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles whitening with strain.
"oh fuck yes" Julia moaned as her body began to jerk involuntary. She was so engulfed in the videos that she didn't even notice that the cleaner entered the room.
The cleaner quickly opened his pants, and took his big cock in his hands and asked "mind if I help you with that?".
Julia was startled at first but quickly smiled and said "would you, please?"
. The cleaner nodded enthusiastically and stepped towards her. He took a good look at her ass and glistening pussy. His cock twitched in response to the sight.
"You have such a great ass," he complimented her, kneeling down to kiss her thighs. Julia giggled and wiggled her butt in anticipation.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, reaching behind her to grasp his large cock. She gently stroked it, feeling it grow even larger in her hands.
He got up and teased her entrance with his fingers.
"Can't wait to get in there," he chuckled, his fingers grazing her inner thighs. Julia giggled, her heart pounding against her chest. She could not believe she was about to experience this in the middle of the day, in a fancy hotel room with a stranger. But there was something thrilling about it.
"do you often find women dressed all up for sex touching themselves and then fuck them?" Julia asked, while the cleaner continued to tease her vagina.
"it happens more often than you would think" the cleaner said while letting his cock grind against Julia's clit and soaking wet lips.
"but you're certainly dressed very sexy today" He smirked while he continued to push her arousal further, grinding his cock harder and harder against her juicy slit.
Julia giggled, feeling the heat building inside her. She couldn't believe she was about to have sex with a complete stranger. There was something irresistibly enticing about the situation.
"I guess this trip have turned me into a a true sexpot" she said, reaching back to run her fingers through his soft curly hair.
He took his cock and teased her by just sticking in the cockhead before removing it again.
Julia gasped, her hips bucking wildly with anticipation. Over and over, he repeated this torturous game, teasing her until she begged for release.
"No more," she whimpered, her voice strained with longing. "Please, just fuck me already."
The cleaner grinned mischievously, his cock still teasing her entrance. "Say it," he instructed her, his voice dripping with dominance. "Ask me nicely to fill you up."
"Please," Julia whined, her voice cracking with desperation.
"please, just fill me up" she begged. "I don't know if I will fit, I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure it's what you want?" he said teasingly.
"yes, please
" Julia whined, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, just fill me up."
The cleaner hesitated for a moment, gazing intently into her pleading eyes.
"Alright," he finally consented, his voice quavering with excitement. "If that's what you truly want."
Julia exhaled a sigh of relief, her heart pounding in anticipation. She nodded eagerly, her hands shaking as she grasped the edge of the bed. The cleaner positioned himself behind her, his large cock standing tall and rigid. He gently slid it into her wet and welcoming entrance, filling her completely.
"Oh, yes," Julia moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The cleaner thrust deeper into her, his cock sliding effortlessly inside her wet and willing passage. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice husky with pleasure. "I love it."
She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking wildly in response to his powerful thrusts. "Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. "Don't stop."
He pumped into her relentlessly, his cock swelling with each stroke. "Talk dirty to me" he grunted while relentlessly pumping his cock into Julia's warm pussy from behind.
Julia who was being fucked so hard she could hardly speak, managed to stay "oh god. ... I love... How you fuck my... Young... Tight... Pussy" in-between her moans.
Suddenly Julia's phone rang. It was Marcus. She instructed the cleaner to keep going, while she managed to answer the phone.
"Hi" she answered while the cleaner continued his pounding.
"Hi. I just wanted to say I won't be back before tomorrow" Marcus said calmly.
"oh o.. okay" Julia said halfway moaning from the pleasure she was receiving.
"did you like the videos?" Marcus asked on the phone.
Julia didn't respond immediately, she focused on the cleaning guy pumping away at her.
"videos?," she managed to utter, trying to maintain her composure. "No, I told.. told.. you not to... do stuff like that"
Julia managed to utter, trying to maintain her composure.
"Anyway sounds like you're having a good time"
Marcus replied. "Go fuck yourself" Julia snapped before hanging up. Why did she answer the phone while having sex. Did she want Marcus to be jealous? She didn't really have time to think of any of these things. This phone call made her want to go even more wild, and she now wanted to give the cleaner the fuck of his life.
While he was still taking her from behind, she leaned herself upwards towards him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She could smell the scent of their sweat mixed with the lingering aroma of sex. She kissed him deeply, tasting the flavor of their shared lust.
"Oh, yes," she moaned against his lips, her voice vibrating with pleasure. In this position he had good access to her breasts, so he cupped them and squeezed.
The cleaner paused, gazing into her eyes. "You're such a hot little slut, aren't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust. "A naughty little minx who can't resist a good hard pounding."
"Yes," she gasped, feeling her pussy tighten around his throbbing cock. "I want it."
He pushed deeper into her, his cock swelling with each delicious stroke. She decided she wanted to get him to fuck her on the floor. So she removed herself from his cock, and sat herself down on the carpet. She spread her legs wide open, gave her clit a few rubs while looking him in the eyes and said "why don't you come on top of me and fuck me?"
He wasted no time in responding to her request. He straddled her, aligning his throbbing erection with her wet and waiting entrance. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. She returned his kiss eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.
"I want this," she moaned, her voice muffled by his kisses.
"I want you to make me scream."
In response, he thrust into her, his cock filling her to the brim. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. His gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with desire. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice deep and commanding.
"I want you to fuck me," she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. "I want you to make me yours."
He smiled wickedly, his teeth gleaming with delight.
"As you wish," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "But remember, you asked for it."
With that, he thrust into her with renewed vigor, his cock sliding effortlessly inside her wet and willing passage. She arched her back, her hips bucking wildly in response to his powerful strokes. "Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Give it to me."
He obliged, his cock slamming into her with relentless force. Each thrust sent shivers of bliss coursing through her body, leaving her utterly breathless.
The cleaning guy's cock was like a fiery piston, hammering her pussy relentlessly. She could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive size, and a wave of euphoria washed over her.
"Oh, yes," she hissed, her voice husky with lust. "Do it harder."
He grinned maliciously, his grip tightening on her wrists. "As you wish," he growled, his voice rumbling with power.
"oh yes take me you big bull"
Julia shouted while he pounded her mercilessly. She dug her nails into the carpet, her knuckles turning white with strain. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting each thrust with equal determination. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to ask for it.
"That's right," he encouraged her, his voice deep and soothing. "You're my little bitch, aren't you? Just begging for my cock."
"Yes," she admitted, her voice trembling with desire.
"I want to be your little bitch."
His grin widened, his teeth gleaming with wicked intent. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Now tell me what you want."
"I want you to make me scream," she begged, her voice breaking with desperation. "I want you to show me what it feels like to be owned."
He nodded approvingly, his grip tightening on her wrists. "Such a dirty little slut," he murmured, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper.
"Just begging for my cock."
Julia squirmed beneath him, her heart pounding furiously against her chest. She couldn't believe how much she craved this forbidden pleasure. The thought of being taken by a man she barely knew thrilled her beyond measure.
"oh god that's the spot"
she moaned as the cleaning guy's cock rubbed against her sensitive G-spot. "fuck me harder" she begged, her voice trembling with desperation.
"Yes, my pet," he responded, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Beg for my cock."
"Please, take me," Julia whimpered, her voice cracking with desire. "Make me yours."
"As you wish," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD. Keep going. Keep going. Yes. Yes. Yes. Take your little bitch as hard as you can"
Julia yelled out while she came.
The cleaning guy was relentless.
His cock kept pounding her pussy, causing her to squirm uncontrollably.
"oh my god i'm coming" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room.
"harder. Harder. Faster."
The cleaning guy listened to her commands, his cock slamming into her with reckless abandon.
"Yes, master," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Fill me up with your seed."
He obeyed, his cock pulsing intensely as he released his load deep within her.
The sensation overwhelmed Julia, sending her into a frenzy of ecstasy. Her entire body convulsed, spasms rippling through her as she reached the peak of her orgasm. "That's it."
Her eyes widened, her pupils dilated with lust. The intensity of her orgasm swept her away, her senses heightened with every passing second.
"I want you to cum on my face"
Julia suddenly blurted out, surprising both herself and the cleaning guy.
He looked at her in disbelief, unsure whether he heard her correctly.
"Cum on my face" Julia repeated, her voice slightly shaky.
"are you sure?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes, I want it." Julia nodded firmly, her eyes locked on his.
The cleaning guy hesitated for a brief moment before nodding slowly.
He dismounted Julia, his flaccid cock wobbling slightly as he stood upright.
His gaze fell upon her, his eyes locked onto her naked form. There was something undeniably intoxicating about her beauty - her curves, her vulnerability, and her insatiable hunger for pleasure. He knew that she needed to be taught a lesson, to learn the true meaning of submission.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "Let me show you what it means to be mine."
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