The grand salon of my château glows under flickering candles. Sun dips low, painting walls in crimson. My heart thuds, pulse racing like a wild mustang. Carole and Magalie finish setups: the lust table gleams, chains and irons ready. Cédric’s fingers dance on piano keys, Chopin’s nocturne swells, stirring heat between my thighs.
Guests arrive, masked as Trump, Putin, Macron, Xi. Pastiche leaders, anonymous cocks throbbing under suits. I’m bare-faced, the queen. My skin prickles, nipples harden against silk dress. Air thickens with champagne bubbles and musk. Braguettes unzip. Trump’s nuclear carrier juts proud, red and veined. Macron’s starved for days, shaft rigid. Merkel’s shaved pussy hums with her vibe.
The Fever
They circle me. Fingers graze my curves. Breath hot on neck. My cunt aches, juices slicking thighs. Chains clank as maids lock my wrists, ankles. Dress rips away. Breasts bounce free, heavy and pointed. Fifty years, three kids, still flat belly from nude swims. Heart hammers. Desire surges, fever breaking.
Table spins slow. My mouth at perfect height. Krug fizzes in their glasses. I suck, greedy. Glands slick with pre-cum, saliva. Deep throat Trump, veins pulsing on tongue. Heart races, skin burns. Fingers plunge my holes, vibro buzzes clit. Orgasms rip through, I squirt arcs over them. Urine trickles when they tickle soles, pits. Dignity gone, I howl.
Cum floods mouth. Overflow to bowl. They force it down, lips pried. Salty nectar, warm velvet. I gulp, greedy. Bowl empties. Cheers echo. Cocks wilt, then wax drips sear skin. Clamps bite nipples, labia. Pain twists pleasure. I drip more. Beethoven pounds now. Ankles free. Doubles invade: cunt, ass stretched. Suck triples. Merkel’s clit grinds face while Putin reams her, pulls out gaping.
The Bonfire
Dozens more: Bolsonaro, Sanchez, Sarkozy twins. All 197 heads masked, coordinated. Cédric joins, piano silent. Cum bukkake drenches me. Belly swells from guzzled loads. Gagging, nausea hits. Triple penetrations frenzy. Machines whir in mind, but tonight flesh pounds. Skin slaps, sweat rivers. Heart explodes rhythm. Urgency owns us.
Cocks pulse final blasts. Bodies slump. Table halts. Chains unlock. Cum crusts my flesh, hair matted. Servants wipe gently. Guests don masks, suits. Slip away into night. I lie spent, skin fever-hot, glowing embers. Olivier smiles from chair, spent too. No words. Just aftershocks ripple pussy.
Dawn creeps. I ride my stallion nude later, wind cooling burns. Stars in boys’ eyes from past teas echo. This monthly blaze: unique fire, devours reason. Skin still hums. Heart slows to satisfied throb. Total, dangerous bliss. Mine forever.