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A Night in Paris

By: ronsdirtygirl



I was standing next to my car, hanging onto the open door tentatively. I compulsively played with my keys as I shivered in my short black dress. He looked at me expectantly. 

“I’ve changed my mind, Ron,” I said in a small voice. “I can’t do it. It’ll be weird! What if I’m the only girl? Maybe we should just go…”

He sighed, and said in an exasperated voice, “You’ve been talking about this for ages. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. But I think you do.”

I felt my resolve stiffening. I was going to be brave. I was going to be sexy for my lover. I locked the car, closed the door, resolutely straightened my dress, and grabbed Ron’s arm. I flashed my ID, walked by the bright lights, and we were there. I was at my first strip club. It may not seem like a big deal, but I had been having bisexual thoughts for a long time. I had seen girls in the locker room and at slumber parties, but I had never seen a naked woman showing off her leather-encased pussy. It was a big day. 

We walked in to a large area of tables and chairs, and two stages at either end. We sat for a while, examining the various women as they walked by. I felt my pussy grow wet in simple adoration for these women with such beautiful bodies. We decided to move closer to the stage, to get in on the action. 

The next song started, and a bottle blond swaggered off the stage. The next girl was up, and the moment we saw her, our hearts started beating a little faster. She was hot. She was the kind of girl that other girls hate, and that guys are scared of. She was dressed in black leather thigh high boots and a small black thong. She looked like she wasn’t to be messed with. As she moved her body around the stage, she swung her shoulder-length black hair and writhed around on the pole. She was coming towards me. I was intimidated, and amazingly tingly. I am not a meek girl, but I don’t tend to wear leather. This chick was a different kind of hot than my kind, and this was a hugely intriguing, as well as amazingly sexy. 

She moved towards me, and picking up a dollar bill, whispered “Take it from me, baby,” as she put it in her mouth.

I hesitated for what seemed like ages, until my boyfriend pushed me forward anxiously. Tilting my head, I opened my mouth and felt the bill against my tongue. I could smell her feminine scent, the heat of her mouth, and her soft hair touched my face. An audible gasp was heard among the neighboring men as we came centimeters from a kiss. She smiled at me, half lustfully, half tenderly. 

“Mmm, baby, that was hot!” Ron whispered. “What did you think?”

“I think I’m confused about my sexual orientation!” I responded. “It’s amazing to be so close to a woman. So much softer than with a man.”

“I think she has something for you, baby,” Ron said. She had been looking over at me throughout her song, but I was skeptical. 

“She sees tons of girls here all the time. Girls hotter than I am!” I responded. “It’s her job to make people feel wanted.” 

I would find out that evening that I was very wrong. 

Her number soon ended and we wandered to another table, sipping Cokes and talking convivially, enjoying the experience we were sharing. We had discussed whether or not I would get a lap dance, and although I was hesitant, I wanted to feel a woman’s touch again. We were debating back and forth when SHE walked by. Ron took the initiative, tapping her on the arm. 

“Excuse me,” he said, “would you mind giving my girlfriend and I a lapdance?” 

“Sure,” she responded with a friendly smile. “Go sit by that curtain. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Since each dancer gave lapdances for two songs, we decided to split the dance. She came from behind the curtain, and introduced herself as Paris. We told her our plans, and looking us both up and down, she quickly acquiesced. 

It was Ron’s turn first. I have to admit that I was a little reluctant to have another woman put her hands all over my boyfriend. That was until I saw the look on his face as she performed her dance. She caressed his face with her breasts. She bent over in front of him, displaying her perfect small, round ass. She ran her fingernails up and down his legs, across his chest, and through his hair. His mouth was hanging over and his eyes were glazed. I was doing the same. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on to see another woman on my man. Just his look made me wet, as I could tell how much he was enjoying it. 

It was then my turn. She could tell I was a little nervous. She sat next to me, and we talked idly for a few minutes. Thus relaxed, she got between my legs and began running her hands up and down my legs. 

“Very smooth,” she commented. “Very sexy.”

This was definitely going well. I felt her soft breasts against my face, wondering in the scent of her beautiful femininity. She rubbed her cheeks against mine, as she ran her hands up and down my body. It took all my willpower not to embrace her in my arms. I had often wondered what it would be like to touch the soft bodies of the girls in my gym classes, what it would be like to make soft love to a female classmate. I was now satisfying a little of my curiosity. I pried my eyes off her body and looked up to see my boyfriend salivating, his eyes heavy with lust. Looking around, I saw that quite a few men in the area were in the same condition. 

She rubbed her ass on my pussy, she rubbed her leather-clad legs against my bare legs. Her scent was intoxicating, and her smooth skin writhed so tantalizingly close to my hands and lips. 

The song ended. I couldn’t have been more disappointed. She stood up, and as we slipped her a few bills, she whispered, “You two are a very sexy couple. Thanks for the good time.” 

We decided to leave on this high note. On our way out, a bouncer caught Ron by the arm. We exchanged an alarmed look, until the bouncer said, “Paris asked me to give this to you.” He slipped a piece of paper into Ron’s hand, and added, “You’re lucky. She never does this.” He winked as he told us good night. 

We waited until we got outside to read the note. It read: “Meet me here at 1 am. I’ll be done with work then.” 

It was 15 minutes ‘til, so we decided to wait in the warmth of the car. The minutes seemed to drag by. At 1:02, there was a knock on the window. I unlocked the doors, and she climbed in the back of my car. She was now wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a great red tank top that really accented her complexion.  

We exchanged pleasantries, which were surprisingly without awkwardness. I think we had all felt a connection at the club, as unusual as that sounds. The only tension in the air was sexual. I could see a huge bulge in Ron’s pants, and maybe even a spot of wetness. 

She immediately took control of the situation. 

“We can go to my place,” she said in a smooth voice.

I pulled out of the parking lot, and as I did so, I felt hands on my neck. 

“You look tense,” she whispered. 

Caught in the spirit of things, I reached over to caress Ron’s bulge. He moaned quietly, and moved his hand to my breast. His gentle squeezes made my wet pussy even wetter. 

“We’re close,” Paris noted. 

Ron and I winked at each other at the pun.

“Turn here. That’s my apartment right there.” 

I parked, and we walked up the stairs to her door. Her living room was cozy and intimate, appointed in dark colors but with sparkly Christmas lights all around. There was a large, black leather couch in the center of the living room, with a shaggy dark purple rug lying in front. 

“Have a seat,” she said in a warm voice. “I’ll get us some drinks. Beer okay?”

Ron and I nodded yes, and got comfortable on the couch. While she was gone, we exchanged looks of total disbelief. Here we were, acting out a longstanding fantasy with an incredible hot stripper who wanted us. It seemed like it couldn’t get any better. She walked in, beers in hand, and sat directly between Ron and I. We started drinking, and after a few more, began to talk like old friends. By now, Ron’s arm was over her shoulder, and her hand was on my thigh. 

Then all of the sudden, it got quiet. I noticed her nipples penetrating the cloth of her sweater, which clung tightly to her curves. 

“I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said, with impatience in her voice. “I want to finish what we started.”

And with that, she leaned forward, and kissed me full on the lips. The force of the kiss caught me by surprise. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, and was pulling me close. Her lips were so tender, so moist. Lost in the sensuality of the moment, I didn’t even realize until I felt a cold breeze that she had slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and had pushed it down to expose my full breasts. My nipples were erect by this time, and she reached her hand up to gently tweak one. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and stood up, facing us. I wondered if I had done something wrong until she pulled her top off, exposing her full B-cup breasts. Her nipples were pink, and they were completely erect. I salivated at the thought of their smoothness. She then wriggled out of her jeans, exposing her smooth thighs and the small black thong from the strip club. She was also wearing the same leather, black thigh-high boots. 

Looking me straight in the eye, and standing almost naked in the middle of the room, she asked, “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

I shook my head. 

“Oh, good, I’ll be the first then,” she said with a smile. She dropped to her knees in front of me, and without breaking eye contact, dragged her fingernails lightly across my thighs until she reached my red thong, and then eased it off my body. The smell of my pussy was easily discernable, and I could feel its wetness seeping down my thighs. I had completely forgotten about Ron until he gasped with amazement at the sight of her crouching between my legs. We looked at him at the same time, and smiled lewdly. He had his dick out, and was leisurely stroking it. A visible shiver ran through Paris and I as we contemplated his hard, huge, dick ramming in and out of our pussies. 

She turned her attention to the pussy at hand, and licked her lips. She suddenly dived in, her tongue going straight for my clit. I could feel her tongue darting around between the pussy lips, licking up and down from my hole to my clit. 

“Uggh, oh shit.” I moaned loudly, flailing a bit in my pleasure. 

Ron moved to the floor, and started rubbing her breasts gently. She kept licking, flicking her tongue over my bud, lapping up my pussy’s juice like it was honey. He pinched her nipple, and she moaned into my pussy, sending spasms of pleasure. I didn’t think it could get any better until she thrust her tongue into my hole. I saw stars as my body started to get warmer and warmer. 

She paused for a moment, lifting her head. “How is it, lover?”

“So good,” I replied. “I never knew a woman could be this good. But…can I taste you too?”

“I was hoping you’d ask that,” she murmured. 

She laid down on her back on the shag rug. She was still wearing her boots, and she was playing with her nipples, smiling up at Ron as he sat on the couch, waiting for our next move. As I got up, I stepped out of my dress. I was now naked and my breasts were swinging freely. As I bent over to kneel beside Paris, I felt Ron’s hand take some juice from my between my pussy with his fingers. I looked back in surprise and we both watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of my liquid. 

Her face was wet with my juices, and I kissed her, tasting the sweetness of the liquid. I darted my tongue in her mouth, and we passionately kissed for several minutes. Ron’s hand was again near my pussy, and he fingered me as Paris and I exchanged a Sapphic kiss. I then remembered how badly I wanted to eat her pussy. 

I turned around and kneeled on all fours over her, my pussy above her face, and hers right below mine. I leaned down and grabbed the straps of her thong with my teeth, pulling it off of her, and exposing her completely bare pussy. I had thought that I would be nervous my first time, but the smell of her sex, and the sight of her juices on the inside of her thighs took away all nerves. I gently separated her lips with my fingers and touched my tongue to her clit. I was encouraged by her moan of pleasure and I buried my face deep into her cunt. I eased a finger in, and started moving it in and out of her tight hole. At the same time, I was nearing closer and closer to orgasm. 

I then felt Ron’s hand on my ass. 

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked. 

I lifted up my head from Paris’ pussy long enough to moan loudly. “Yes, yes, please stick your dick in me! Please fuck me!”

I felt his hard penis at the opening of my sopping wet pussy, and felt it slowly penetrate me. He held my hips firmly as he eased in all the way. 

“Mmm, you’re so wet, baby,” Ron moaned, pushing in fully. 

I started licking Paris’ pussy with more enthusiasm, coating my face with her juices, feeling her entire pussy against my face. Ron’s dick filled me up and he started thrusting with urgency. 

“Oh, shit, darling, oh, shit, she’s licking my shaft.” Ron groaned loudly, and I could feel him thrusting harder and faster. Waves of ecstasy were pulsing through my body. 

Her tongue moved on and off my pussy, and I could only assume that what Ron had said was right. She was licking my pussy and moving to his shaft and balls as he pushed me forward with his thrusts. 

I could feel the walls of my pussy start to clench. Ron could feel it too, because he moaned loudly. I continued sucking on Paris’ clit, and quickened the pace of my finger. 

“I’m going to cum,” moaned Ron. “You’re so fucking tight. Oh, keep licking, Paris. Fuck!”

“Paris, I’m going to cum,” I echoed, speaking though her pussy. 

“Me, too,” I heard her say through my pussy. 

I felt my pussy clench and then spasm. Waves of color rolled over me, and I felt on the verge of passing out. Paris’ pussy clenched my finger, and I could hear her muffled scream. 

“I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming,” yelled Ron as he thrust one last time into my pussy. I could feel his cum fill me up and he slowly pulled out. I removed my finger from Paris’ cunt and looked back to see Paris catching the drips of semen that fell from Ron’s penis in her pink mouth. 

I climbed off her, and we all sat on the floor, leaning against the couch. I leaned over to Ron with my juice-covered face, and he cleaned Paris’ pussy juice off my face. He licked his lips with satisfaction, and we enjoyed a long, tongue-filled kiss. 

“That was wonderful, guys, thanks,” said Paris, breathlessly. 

“No problem,” we both replied in unison. 

“But there’s something very wrong with this picture,” she said. “Ron’s dick is sitting here all dirty.” She winked at me, and we crawled over, naked, to Ron. He spread his legs, and I went for his balls. I smelled the sex on his balls, and could taste the cum that had run off his dick, and that Paris had missed. I licked them with my tongue, running it in every crevice. I put them in my mouth, one at a time, cradling them gently as I used my lips to squeeze them. 

Paris began running her tongue up and down his dick, savoring the taste of his juices and mine mingling together. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes as she caressed his penis with her tongue. He put his hand on her head, pushing her down to fully swallow his now very hard dick. 

Looking coyly at Ron, Paris asked, “Is there something you’d like to do with that dick?”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her roughly. 

“Ride me,” he urged, still holding onto her shoulders.

“You want me to sink my pussy down on your cock? Do you want to feel my cunt on your dick?” she was teasing him mercilessly, caught in his embrace, staring straight at him. 

“Yes, yes I do.” Ron let go of her, and she took the opportunity to push him to the floor. His look of surprise was quickly replaced by one of lust as she spread her lips open with her fingers and lowered herself down on his cock. They moaned loudly together, and she started rocking up and down, slowly at first, and then built up a steady pace. She was still wearing her boots, and the sight of a woman with long black hair and long black boots crouching over my boyfriend, riding him hard, and pinching her own nipples was unbelievable. 

She bent down to kiss him, and then moved to his ear, where she whispered something lascivious. It was good, because he grabbed her ass and started helping her to fuck him. At the time, I was between Ron’s legs, massaging and squeezing his balls. I then stopped, and moved towards Paris, coming behind her and cupping her breasts with my hands, pushing my breasts against her back. 

I was gently raining kisses on her smooth and feminine neck when she whispered, “Look in the top drawer of the desk over there.”

I got up and walked to the cherry desk, and pulled the drawer open. I found a strap-on dildo and several bottles of lube. Getting her drift, I pulled out the dildo and fitted it over my pussy. It had a nub that fit into my pussy, filling me with pleasure as I eased it in. I grabbed a bottle of lube and headed back to the action. 

Paris was leaning over, and they were exchanging passionate kisses. She looked up and smiled at me, and whispered another juicy tidbit into Ron’s ear. He looked at me, and from his expression, I could tell that he had almost cum seeing me wear the dick. 

I knelt behind Paris and gently spread her cheeks. I could see her puckered asshole, pink and delicate. I stretched my tongue out to feel it, to lick around the edges of her hole. It tasted salty, warm, sensual. My pussy was getting wet at the dirtiness of the situation. I thrust my tongue into her hole and was rewarded with a loud grunt from Paris. I could taste earthiness in the hole and continued to grasp her ass firmly as I thrust my tongue in and out of her ass. I was having to move up and down, as she was still fucking Ron voraciously. I sat up, and grabbing the bottle of lube, amply spread the cool gel over the dick. I put some on my finger, and spread it up and down her crack, finally easing a lubed finger into her ass. She screamed in pleasure, and I put my dick at the rim of her hole. 

“Put it in,” she urged. “Fucking put it in. Fuck me!” 

I thrust into her. She yelled in anger and in pleasure. 

“Goddammit! Why did you have to do it so hard? Mmm, that feels so good!” she quickly changed her mind as her ass became accustomed to the large intruder. 

My pussy was now rubbing against her ass as I was buried to the hilt in her anus. I tentatively started to thrust in and out. She was lying almost completely against Ron, and I was practically on top of her. Looking past her head, I could look straight into the eyes of my lover Ron.  

“Shit!” Ron exclaimed. “I can feel it rub against my dick. Oh, shit. Your pussy is so tight, Paris. Keep fucking her, babe. That’s so sexy. Fuck!”

We were sandwiching Paris in between us now. I was fucking her hard, I didn’t even care if I was hurting her. The strap on was rubbing against my clit, and I was close to coming. I reached down to squeeze Ron’s balls, and from the feel of it, he was close too. Paris started it.

“I’m coming,” she screamed. “Don’t stop!”

Ron and I cried out at the same time as we were shattered by powerful orgasms. I knew that Ron’s dick was spewing cum into Paris’ tight pussy, and I could feel my whole body shake with the explosive orgasm I was having. I slowly withdrew the dick from Paris and we collapsed in a heap, sweaty and coated with sex juices. We disconnected ourselves from each other and lay side by side on the shag rug. 

Paris spoke first. “Remember,” she said, “I work Fridays and Saturdays until 1 a.m.”

“We won’t forget,” Ron and I said, exchanging a look. “We definitely won’t forget.”

A Night in Paris



author's note: this story gets rather extreme... I'm not sure why, I think that maybe I just really don't like Paris Hilton and it started coming out in the story or something... but if you're looking for a nice, sweet story involving her having romantic sex... uh... I'd wait for someone else to write it. it's not here.

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"Oh my god," exclaimed Ted, his bright blue eyes riveted to some amazing scene across the room.

"What?" asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks of brown hair out of his green eyes, being only 5'9" he was four inches shorter than his friend and couldn't see around the mass of milling people in the crowded bar.

"Paris Hilton is over there!" Ted's turned his blonde head down to look at his good friend and constant partner in sexual adventures, an excited and anticipatory smile coming to his handsome face.

Greg grinned back just as hard, "You don't say..."

"I know we were going to separate tonight, but..." Ted arched a questioning eyebrow.

Laughing, Greg replied, "Fuck that! We're sharing again man!! If we can talk her into it anyway" They grinned at each other, seducing ladies into bed with them was not a problem they'd ever had. 

Thirty minutes later the extremely charming and handsome duo were flirting with the irrepressible hotel heiress; neither of them actually thought her face was all that attractive (in fact, they often made fun of her), but she had a hot body and the bragging rights to banging her would be well worth the effort involved. And considering her reputation - not to mention the porno that she'd been in - they didn't think that she'd be too hard to convince. 

Ted drank a tequila shot with her, as she stuck the lemon in her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her, sucking the lemon from her mouth into his own and turning it around. While she was preoccupied with his admittedly very skilled tongue, Greg gropped her hot ass and she wiggled it in his grip. The three of them continued talking as she smiled and laughed, she really was just as dumb an obnoxious as she was on TV, but the guys didn't care. She was a celebrity. 

They were just standing taking up bar space and she was talking almost non-stop when the bartender interrupted them and asked if they wanted more drinks after they'd told him no she asked, "What was I saying again?"

Greg smiled charmingly at her, "You were saying you'd like to find somewhere a little more private to talk with us." Actually, she'd been saying no such thing, but she just laughed at his audacity.

Winking at him, she purred, "Ohh... well in that case, I believe there's a hotel just down the street."

The men slipped their arms around her, and Ted surreptitiously rubbed her ass through the short black skirt she was wearing.

"Mmmm..." she snuggled against Greg's shoulder, "That feels good."

The guys looked at each other, slapping a mental high five, this was awesome. Once at the hotel she and Ted started making out in the lobby as Greg booked a room for the night. She kept rubbing her body against his, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest as she pressed close.

Once up in the room, they wasted no time in getting her clothes off; she had an allover body tan which argued for much time spent in a tanning booth. Her tits were round and perky with pert pink nipples topping them off, her pussy was completely shaved except a little landing strip of hair leading into her slit. The guys grinned at each other as they shucked off their clothes while she sat back on the bed, smiling as she watched them disrobe.

Greg tossed Ted the disposable camera he'd purchased in the hotel gift shop, "Make sure you get her face in a few of the pictures, otherwise the guys'll never believe it!"

Paris just laughed at the exchange and lifted her arms to Greg.

As Greg kissed the naked infamous heiress, Todd snapped several shots of their lip lock, Greg biting on her neck, and a clear one of her euphoric face as he sucked her nipple. Popping the nipple out of his mouth, Greg took charge of the camera as Todd picked the her up and arranged her body on the bed. With her head hanging off the side of the bed she pouted at the camera, he laid her face up and spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs and working his mouth up to her already wet pussy lips. Greg snapped a few shots of Todd's tongue inside the heiress' pink folds, and then took a picture of his dick sliding into her open and moaning mouth while her head hung at the perfect angle off the bed. She was in the perfect position for him to slide his 7" dick all the way between her pink lips, while her moans created vibrations through her throat that massaged the hard shaft. Tossing the camera to the side, he began squeezing the round globes of her flesh as he pushed his dick in and out of her mouth, massaging them in circles on her chest. The intensity of her moans increased as he pinched the hard nipples between his finger tips.

Todd looked up from his position between her legs, "Damn man, she's leaking like a faucet down here! Horny bitch!" Greg didn't answer, but kept thrusting into her gaping mouth, as Todd lifted the long tanned legs over his own shoulders in order to position her pussy better in front of his face. Sliding a finger into her eager wet hole, he found it disappointingly slack; pulling it out he replaced it with two fingers, and then three before it was at a tightness that he liked.

Pulling his face back up from the slippery folds of her cunt, he whispered to Greg, "Dude, she's pretty slack, definitely had a decent amount of bone in her."

Frowning, Greg pulled on her nipples, milking the round teats while continuing the skull fuck, softly he replied, "What about her ass?"

Todd pulled his dripping fingers out of her pussy and slowly pushed one into her asshole; her body squirmed as it slid into her and her moans increased, as did her sucking on Greg's cock. He grinned and mouthed, "Virgin tight man." Paris didn't appear to have heard their crude appraisal of her holes as she was busy swallowing most of Greg's dick down her throat, using her hands wrapped around his ass to push him even further into her hot mouth. 

Pulling out of her mouth, Greg released her nipples as well but kept his hand on her chest as he leaned towards his friend and murmured in his ear, "Tell you what, why don't we reposition her, we can both take turns in her pussy and then we'll get down to really having fun with her after that. I mean, if her ass is tight," he winked at her and she blew a kiss at him back, "that's all that really matters right?"

Ted nodded, "I'll go first and then we can sandwich her, maybe with one of us in her ass that'll tighten it up a bit."

Agreeably, Greg helped his friend position her body up on the bed, then stepped back and began stroking his dick as Ted pushed his 8" dick into the extremely wet hole. 

"Fuck, you're wet," he told the blonde as he started pumping away. Even though her pussy was slack, she kept clenching it around his thrusting dick, which definitely helped. The wetness and the clenching, as well as his eagerness in fucking someone famous, helped him as his dick pushed home. He began fucking her hard, jolting her body so that her tits jiggled every time their groins met, moving quickly, he found that she was breathing faster and actually trying to meet his thrusts. Hunching over, he started grinding his dick in her eager puss as his mouth sought out her jutting nipple, as his teeth closed over the little bud, she started moaning even louder and shuddering as a climax ran through her body. Shockingly, her cunt closed down hard on his dick, gripping him in exquisite tightness as ripples ran through her inner flesh. He groaned and the nipple fell from his mouth as he spilled his load into that unexpected vise of a pussy.

When he pulled out, Greg was watching him with a surprised and amused look, "What the hell happened man?" 

Paris and Ted grinned at him, "I think I'll let you find out on your own. Here," Looking at Paris, "turn over and suck me hard again while Greg takes his turn, then we'll sandwich you." Eagerly, the infamous blonde got on her hands and knees, her mouth going straight for Ted's slack dick. 

Soon Greg was pounding away at her pussy doggy-style, enjoying the occasion clenching as her body responded to him; Ted was starting to get hard again as her moaning mouth slobbered over his sloppy dick. Then Greg brought back his hand back and smacked it against the firm flesh of her ass, looking surprised, he told Ted, "Hey, she liked that, her whole cunt spasmed!" Pulling back his other hand, he hit the other side of her ass. Now Paris was moaning loudly around his quickly hardening dick as Greg continued to slap her ass, alternating hands and watching the flesh jiggle while he pumped her body.

"I'm ready now," Ted told him and Greg pulled out of her pussy and slid his body under hers as Todd held her up with his hands on her breasts. Getting her into position, they slide her cunt down Greg's pole, and he started moving underneath her, hands gripping and squeezing her breasts while her limp head nestled in his shoulder. After a moment he slowed his strokes so that Ted could get into position.

Looking over her shoulder, the blonde heiress smiled lazily at him, "Put it in baby, make me a meat sandwich!" 

He gasped as he entered the incredible tightness of her ass... that was the great thing about assholes, even if hers had been used before, it would always shrink back to being very close to its original proportions. Greg benefitted too, he could feel his friend's hard dick sliding into the hole through the thin lining of her pussy, and it helped to tighten her wet hole a bit. Moving together, the two guys began to double fuck her, pushing her thin body down hard on both of their dicks as her blonde hair fell over Greg's chest. 

With all the attention being given to her body, the blonde began cumming again, screaming loudly, and both men gasped as her holes clenched down tight and pulsed around them.

"HOLY SHIT!" Greg cried out as his balls immediately released their load while her pussy made the most sensational movements around his dick; Ted didn't even have the breath to say anything when her asshole closed down on his dick. It was so tight that it felt like he might not even be able to cum, each spurt forced its way past her quivering and clamped sphincter, making the actual release even more incredible.

After the men pulled out of her holes, she lay limply on the bed, smiling happily and stroking her cum-filled pussy. 

"That's one crazy pussy trick," Greg observed.

"Thanks." she replied, spreading her legs a little so that they could clearly see the cum leaking from her folds, "You should try my ass."

Greg grinned at her, "I plan to." 

Ted, who had been quiet up till now said, "You know, I bet we could fist her." Greg looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye, both of them looked speculatively at Paris who just smiled and spread her legs a little wide again.

Ted grinned, "I'll do it, you concentrate on getting hard again and then I can fist her while you're in her ass."

It didn't take much at all for Ted to work four fingers into that slack pussy, then he closed his thumb over his hand and began forcing his straight hand into her gaping hole. Paris moaned, her eyes half closed, and her hands playing with her round breasts as he made a fist inside her. 

"Now that's tight," he said approvingly, moving his fist back and forth in her cunt, trying to push as much of his forearm as he could get in.

Greg was hard again from watching the slim blonde heiress take his friend's forearm into her body, he lay down on the bed next to her as Ted pulled his pussy coated arm out of her hole and helped Greg lower her ass onto his dick. As Greg began groaning and thrusting his dick in her much tighter back door, Ted made his hand into a fist and began pushing it into her pussy. 

Reaching his hands around her flopping body, Greg gripped her breasts hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, using it to leverage his thrusts into the tightness of her ass. Ted worked her pussy hard, showing no mercy as he started banging his fist against her cervix, she was so skinny he could actually see her skin ripple as his arm moved back and forth inside her body. Using his other hand, he started rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand, stimulating the little nub. Paris was gripping Greg's thighs beneath her with her hands to keep her balance as she whimpered and moaned while they pummeled her body. 

Greg was almost ready to cum again when her ass caught him in it's incredible grip, and as her hole bore down on his dick he let loose a huge load into the darkness of her hole. Ted had to leave his arm in her pussy as her body jerked and came, it had him too tightly gripped for him to pull out until she'd finally stopped cumming. 

The men stood by the bed, looking at her abused body. Greg snapped a picture at the cum leaking out of her ass while her pussy gaped wide above it, her nipples were reddish and sore looking from all the pinching and pulling they'd done.

"You want another turn at her?" he asked Ted.

"Nah, I'm done."

Greg nodded, but Paris pouted at them and he had another thought, "Hey Paris, you wanna do something really nasty?"

She looked surprised, "What?"

"It's a surprise, come on let's go in the bathroom."

Ted looked surprised when he figured out what his friend was probably up to, but then nodded, why not if she was up for it.

Placing her body over the tub so that her ass was in the air and her face in the tub, Greg opened her ass with two fingers and then placed his pee-hard dick in the hole. Making sure her hole was completely plugged, he started pissing, filling her hershey-highway with one last load. She moaned as her ass filled up with his hot piss, and started rubbing her clit with one hand while her belly bloated outward. When he was completely done, he pulled out and she got all the way into the tub, so that she was laying with her head up on a ledge and her legs spread obscenely. Piss and cum was already starting to leak out of her ass.

Pinching her already hard nipples she looked up at Todd, "Give it to me baby"

Taking careful aim between her spread legs, Ted let loose a hot hard jet of pee, hitting her squarely on her clit. As the pressure of the stream hit the little nub and the hot liquid spread over her pussy, Paris came again while Greg took another picture.

The men left her in the shower as she washed away their piss and cum.

As they got in the elevator Greg commented to Ted, "Damn man, she was a nasty slut."

"Yeah," Ted hit the Lobby button, "Didn't think she'd actually cum when I pissed on her."

"Yeah that was kinda hot."

"Yeah."

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A Night in Paris



Lance sat at the little all night cafe drinking his espresso and looking around at the many lights that lit up Paris. Paris, the city of love, he had heard it called many times. He chuckled to himself. Maybe for others but not for him. After 20 years of marriage, his wife informed him that she had fallen for a younger man and was moving in with him.

The day Lance got the divorce papers; he had packed a bag and left the country. He didn't know for sure where he was going when he got to the airport. He just picked a country and bought a ticket. That had been 2 months ago. Two months of lonely nights in the small one bedroom apartment he had rented shortly after arriving.

His parents had been one of the richest families in the small Oregon town where he grew up. Even now at 45, he had never worked a day in his life. He thought about trying to find a part time job, you know just to keep him busy. He did have a degree in business from Oregon State that he had never used.

As he contemplated what to do with his life, he saw two young girls sit down at a table not far from him. They couldn't have been more then 18 or 19. One was slender with fire engine red hair hanging down her back while the other one was full figured with chestnut brown hair and amber eyes. It was this girl that Lance focused on. He couldn't put his finger on it but he was sure he knew her from somewhere.

When she laughed and smiled at something her companion said; it hit Lance just who she was. Her name was Sheila Lawson and her and her family had been Lance's next door neighbors for years. He had practically watched Sheila grow up as well as her two older brothers.

Picking up his coffee, he walked over to where the two girls sat. "Sheila is that you?" He asked sitting down in a chair at the table.

Sheila turned her amber eyes on him. She scrutinized him for a minute then her eyes lit up and her full lips tilted up in a smile. "Lance? Lance Walker? Oh my god, it's been ages." She threw herself into his arms giving him a big hug.

Lance suppressed a moan as he felt her tits press against his chest. He felt his cock start to rise so he hugged her back quickly then pushed her away from him. "Damn girl, you really grew up." He said with a smile as he let his eyes drift over her body.

When she was young, Sheila had been a typical little butter ball. Now though she had a definite woman's hourglass figure, her stomach was still a bit pudgy but it definitely didn't take away from her looks.

"You got old." Sheila said with a laugh as she let her eyes drift over him. Lance was 6'2" and around 175lbs of pure muscle, his once jet black hair was showered with strands of gray; his green eyes sparkled in amusement. "What are you doing here?" She asked picking up her own coffee.

Lance shrugged, "Mary left me for another man so I moved to Paris."

Sheila looked at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry."

Again Lance shrugged. "So what are you doing here?"

Sheila smiled, "graduation present. For doing so well in school, mom and dad sent me to Paris for the summer." She smiled at the girl with her. "This is Theresa, she tagged along."

Theresa smiled softly then went back to her coffee. "I think I'm gonna go back to the hotel." Theresa said suddenly seeing the looks that Sheila and Lance were giving each other. "You got your key?"

Sheila had been eyeing Lance's crotch and jumped when her friend talked to her. "Um, yea, I'll be there later."

Theresa nodded, told Lance it was nice to meet him then left quickly. As soon as they were alone, Sheila smiled. "So, got a girlfriend?" She asked nonchalantly.

Lance shook his head. "Nope, haven't been with anyone since Mary left."

"That's a shame," Sheila said smiling wickedly as she ran her finger up his arm. "A good looking man like you shouldn't have to spend your nights alone."

Lance saw the heat in her eyes and felt his cock harden even more in his jeans. "You shouldn't play with fire Sheila," he said huskily taking her hand off his arm and holding it in his own. "You might get burned."

Sheila giggled and leaned forward so her breasts pressed tightly against his arm. "I love getting burned. "She said hotly against his ear. "Especially when there is a cock and my pussy involved." She licked his ear and Lance groaned.

He pushed her away from him and looking into her desire glazed eyes. "How old are you now?"

"19. I turned 19 last month."

He nodded. "You a virgin?"

She shook her head no. "Nope, lost that shortly after I turned 18."

Lance grinned as he pulled her towards him. "Let's go."

They walked the two blocks to his apartment. Once they were inside, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her giggling body to the bedroom. He didn't bother to close the door; he just dropped her lightly down on the queen sized bed, covering her body with his own as his mouth found hers. 

The kiss was hard, demanding and Sheila answered it with a need of her own. She pressed her body against his as her tongue slithered into his mouth. "Oh god, I need this." She moaned when his hands worked at the buttons of her shirt pulling it open to expose her 38D breasts incased in a black lacy bra.

Lance ran his finger over her breast right above the bra. "You ain't the only one little girl." He growled. He lowered his head and ran his tongue where his finger had been. 

Sheila moaned and bucked her body against him. Then he did the same thing to the other breast before he lowered the bra down until her entire breast was exposed. 

When he blew gently on the hardening nipple, he heard Sheila cry out. "Like that do you?" He asked with a smile as he lifted his eyes to hers.

Her eyes were dark with passion. "Oh yes, I love having my nipples played with."

Lance leered at her then lowered his head, taking said nipple between his lips and sucking hard at it. 

Sheila cried out as she pressed up against him. "Fuck yes, eat my nipple baby." She ran her fingers through his hair pressing him hard against her body.

Lance sucked hard at her nipple, while he ran his tongue over the tender flesh. His other hand mauled and pulled at her other breast making her mewl with pleasure. "Oh Lance, yes, eat my breast honey."

Lance enjoyed having her breast in his mouth but he was curious what other treasures she had hidden from him all these years. He dropped one more kiss on her breast then moved his lips down over her bare stomach. 

Sheila's breath deepened as he started kissing his way down her body. "Lance, Ohhhhhh..." She whimpered when he kissed the skin just above her skirt.

"What do we have here?" He asked softly as he undid her skirt then slowly slid it down her legs. He was surprised but delighted to find not panties, but a soft spattering of curls the same color as the hair on her head. Lance smiled as he continued to slide her skirt down until he took it off her legs. He threw it on the floor while he lifted his eyes back to hers. "No panties huh?"

Sheila shrugged as she smiled non-abashed. "Never know when a girl might get lucky."

Lance chuckled as he gently spread her legs apart, showing him the treasure he was seeking. "Well I would definitely say you got lucky little girl." He lowered his hand between her spread legs and gently spread her pussy lips open. His mouth watered as he got a good look at her sweet pussy. Her slit was glistening with her juices; her clit was peeking out of its hood, hard and throbbing. "Hm...I'd say you were hoping for some action." He said huskily as he let his finger brush lightly over her clit.

"Ugh..." She whimpered bucking up with her hips as she closed her eyes. "I'm always looking for action baby."

Lance grinned at her as he settled on his stomach between her legs. "Well, you've found it little girl. By the time you leave here, you'll know you've been fucked by a real man."

Before she could respond, he lowered his mouth touching her body lightly with his tongue. Any words that she had planned to say were wiped out of her mind as pleasure coursed through her body. "Lance, yes baby, eat my hot pussy." She cried bucking against him as his tongue moved rapidly over her clit forcing it completely from its hood.

Lance licked at her clit mercilessly as she whimpered and humped her hips against him. 

Sheila was crying out in pleasure as he licked at her. He held his hand down by her slit and could feel her coating him as he brought her body to life. "Fuck, make me cum honey." She begged slamming her pussy hard against him. She gasped when he took her clit between his lips, sucking hard on it while he slid 3 fingers into her willing hole. 

"Yes, that's it, suck my clit while you finger my hot slit honey, and make me cum all over your mouth. I'm gonna coat your hand with my juices." She cried pushing her body hard against him. Her body was on fire; she could feel her orgasm rising slowly over her and couldn't wait for him to bring her off. Her hands grabbed at her tits, pulling and squeezing them as she humped against his face. "Make me cum."

Lance sucked harder at her clit as he rammed his fingers deep inside her. He slid a fourth finger into her wet hole long enough to coat it with her juices then moved it down under her body until he found her puckered asshole. He sucked harder at her clit as he slid his finger into her ass. 

Sheila went wild when she felt him slide his finger into her ass while he furiously fingered her pussy. "Fuck, yes, Agh, oh god, I'm gonna cum. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." She screamed humping hard against his hands as she drew closer.

Lance thrust his jean covered cock against the mattress trying to relieve some of the pressure as he ate her out. He wondered if she had ever been fucked up the ass. Her ass was tight around his finger, but the way she was thrusting her body against him, he wasn't sure. He felt her start to climax and pulled his fingers quickly from her body and replaced them with his tongue. He slithered it deep inside her as she climaxed around him making her body tighten.

"I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg..." She shrieked as she felt her body convulse in release. She held her body stiffly pressed against him as he slammed his tongue in and out of her drinking up her juices. Finally she collapsed back against the bed completely exhausted. "Fuck, I've never cum that hard in my life." She panted looking at him through half closed eyes.

Lance chuckled as he pulled his juice covered face from between her legs. He licked around his mouth as he looked at her. "It's not over yet honey, you still have to unwrap your present." He moved up onto his knees as his cock pressed tightly against his jeans.

Sheila smiled then moved quickly onto her own knees before him. She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue as she worked at his jeans. Lance groaned when he felt her pull his zipper down, exposing his 8 inch cock to her gaze.

Sheila pushed his jeans down so his cock and balls were exposed then took him in her hand. "Hm...I'm hungry." She lowered her mouth, taking the tip of him inside then slowly moved her mouth down over him. She let him slide into her throat, and then pulled back only to plunge down on him once more.

"Ugh, oh yea." Lance moaned closing his eyes as he felt her mouth move over him. "That feels good honey, play with my balls while you suck my cock."

Sheila reached out and gently cupped his balls in her hand as she continued her up and down movement with her head. When she pushed down, she would suck in her breath making a suction that she released when she pulled back. Lance was beside himself with pleasure. Growls and moans were slipping through his lips as he coated her mouth with his precum.

He grabbed the back of her head, driving her hard over him as he slammed up with his hips. "Eat my cock baby." He growled loudly as he fucked her face.

Sheila moaned around him as she let him at her. She loved it when a man forced her face hard over him. She loved the feeling of losing control. She was really getting into sucking him off when she felt something pressing against her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked over to see him holding a condom in his hand. "I need to be inside you baby." He said huskily as she pulled her mouth away.

She grinned as she took the condom and slid it down over his hard length. "Fuck me good honey, I like it hard and fast." She said as she moved to her hands and knees before him showing him her perfect bubble butt.

Lance grinned as he moved up behind her. "I'm sure I can handle that." He rubbed his cock against her opening then slowly pushed inside. 

Sheila moaned as she felt him start to fill her then gasped when he suddenly slammed forward with his hips burying himself completely. "Yea, just like that." She gasped as he started hammering her pussy hard and fast. His balls slapped against her clit and Sheila whimpered in desire as her orgasm started to rise again. "Fuck me, oh fuck me."

"You like that you little minx?" he asked leaning over her as he pummeled into her. "You like my cock slamming hard into your little snatch?"

"Mmmmmmm, oh yes, it feels so good." She replied hanging her head as she moved back against him. She cried out suddenly when he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back lifting her head. "Oh yes, be mean to me baby. I love it. Call me your bitch and pull my hair, I love it baby."

The impulse to pull her hair was just that, an impulse but when she asked him to be mean to her, it turned Lance on. He pulled harder at her hair making her cry out in pain as he started slapping her ass while he thrust violently into her. "You like that you little bitch?" he growled holding tightly to her hair as he reached beneath her and roughly pinched her tit. "You like being treated like this?"

Sheila was in sexual heaven; her body was in a constant state between pain and pleasure. He didn't hurt her other then to slap her ass, but she loved it. She slammed her body hard against him as he pulled her hair, pulled at her tit and called her names. He called her a slut and a whore and it pushed her over the edge. "I'm cummmmmmiinnnnnnngggggg..." She screamed as her body tightened around him.

Lance felt her tighten around him and knew he wanted to see what her ass was like. He pulled out of her pussy even as it continued to convulse then pressed it against her puckered ass.

"What are you...? AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH..." She screamed when he violently slammed into her ass. She had been fucked up the ass before but never had she been taken so furiously.

Lance thrust hard into her ass, burying himself to the hilt. He left himself there for about two seconds before he pulled out then thrust hard into her again. Sheila was whimpering and crying out in pain but he ignored her. "Your ass feels so good." He growled riding it hard.

"It hurts, take it easy." She cried putting her hand against the wall to keep from hitting her head as he slammed her body forward.

Lance realized her cries this time were of real pain and slowed down his thrusts. "I'm sorry baby." He said sliding two fingers into her pussy and slowly moving them in and out. "I thought you were crying like before."

Sheila nodded as her ass started to get used to the invasion. It was starting to feel good. She loved having a cock up her ass but needed time to get used to it. "I've been butt fucked before and I like it but I need time to get used to it." She tentatively pushed back against him as her orgasm started to rise over her again. "There, that's better. Okay baby, give me the ride of my life."

Lance did just that. He thrust forcefully in her ass while his fingers plundered her hot snatch. Both of them were moaning and crying out as each headed towards the glorious release they both sought. Lance brought Sheila off three more times before he finally succumbed to his own pleasure and came deep in her ass.

Afterwards they lay together, just holding each other as they relaxed in the afterglow. "Hm, that was fantastic honey." He said holding her close. "Wanna move in with me for the summer?"

She smiled up at him sleepily, her ass and pussy singing with completion. "Sure, sounds like fun, especially if you can keep my pussy and ass happy."

He chuckled as he kissed her softly. "I think that can be arranged."

Sheila snuggled against him, and then suddenly sat up. "What about Theresa? I can't just desert her."

Lance thought about it, her friend was pretty yummy. "Bring her along; she might want to have some fun with us."

As Sheila snuggled against him again, she smiled. "Oh I'm sure she will."

The End