Deep in the garden, shadows swallow the wedding lights. Heart hammers. Oriane stands behind Karine on the bench, fingers tracing her neck. Sweat beads on my skin. My cock throbs from fingering Oriane’s pierced cunt earlier. They ignore me at first. Tension coils tight.
Oriane leans in. ‘Ready to play your role, darling?’ Karine exhales smoke. ‘Yes, Mistress. Always.’ Her eyes lock on mine. ‘If he’s game.’ Oriane beckons. Pulse races. ‘This fat slut craves ass-fucking tonight, Christophe. Want in?’
The Fever
Stunned. Darkness hides their faces. Oriane unties Karine’s scarf. Metal collar gleams. Lighter flickers: ‘submissive sex slave’ tattooed on her neck. Number below. Explicit. My breath quickens. ‘You stared at her huge tits all dinner. Fuck her or not?’
‘Yes.’ Karine rises, bends over the bench. Arches deep. Spreads wide. Hikes her dress. No panties. Lighter shows tramp stamp, lace garters on thighs. Bald mound. Oriane guides my hand. Pussy lips locked with rings, flesh tunnels. Clit caged. ‘No pleasure for her. Forget it. Fuck her ass.’ She frees my cock, rolls on condom. Pushes me in.
No resistance. Her hole swallows me whole. Lubed, stretched open. I thrust deep. Hands on hips. Skin burns hot. She doesn’t moan. Just takes it. Heart pounds wild.
Hands roam up. Massive tits spill free as Oriane bares them. 95F silicone globes. Pierced nipples. Heavy. I squeeze hard. Pinch. Tug bars. She rocks back, matching my rhythm. Urgency builds. Sweat slicks us. I explode, filling the rubber with a guttural groan.
The Blaze
Karine pulls off, kneels. Removes condom. Tongue laps my cock clean. Three metal balls on it. Electric post-orgasm shivers. She tucks me away. Silent.
Not done. Oriane perches on the bench. Kneel. Face to her crotch. Dress lifts. Piercings glint: rings, weights dangling like steel balls, stretching her lips low. Karine pins my arms back. Pushes me in.
Tongue dives. Circle her clit ring. Suck inner lips. Probe her hole around princess albertina bar. Isabella piercing leads back up. She grinds silently. Hands grip my head. I tug the ring. She sighs. Crushes my face. Orgasms hard, flooding me. Endless waves.
She releases. Smooths dress. ‘Back to the table. Quick smoke break.’ Skin still fever-hot. Pulse slows.
‘Discreet?’ I ask. She smirks. ‘Only young, hot guys like you. Karine’s ass-fucked weekly, but club’s boys think we’re lesbians.’ Shows slave number site. Writes digits on my arm. Kisses Karine. They walk ahead, asses swaying. Her weights clink with each step. Cock hardens again. Unforgettable burn.