Morning Surrender: Patou’s Raw Submission by the Pool

Sun pierces the thin blue robe. Patou stands by the window, curves glowing like fire. My cock twitches. Heart hammers. Yesterday’s threesome lingers—her ass clenching my fingers while Vincent thrust. Now alone. She turns. Blushes. Coffee steams between us on the terrace. Chairs scrape. Silence thickens. She asks about me. My ring. Pauline’s story spills—dry pussy, anal bliss, her urging me to fuck others. Ara’s cock in me. Kari’s threesome sandwich. Patou’s eyes glaze. Breath quickens. She rises. Robe drops. Naked. Shaved smooth now. ‘Do I please you?’ Skin flushes hot. ‘Any man with taste.’ She offers her body. No pussy fuck. All else mine. Till noon. Pool water laps. She swims nude. Breasts slice waves. Naïad rising. Sits edge. Cunt inches from my face. Kiss it. Salty sweet. She spreads on towel. Legs wide. I devour. Tongue spears her hole. Clit swells. Lips nibble. She bucks. Body arches. Climax rips her.

Heart pounds like war drums. ‘Play the slut. Submissive whore.’ Her eyes widen. ‘Yes, Master.’ On all fours. Slap her ass. Pink blooms. Harder. She begs. Over my lap. Flogger her cheeks. Crimson heat. ‘Hit between my legs.’ Shame colors her voice. Vulva drips. Palm strikes wet flesh. Splats echo. She quakes. Orgasms again. Red, swollen. ‘Clean naked.’ She scrubs dishes bare. Tits sway. Ass jiggles. Ideas burn. Blindfold her. Webcam on. ‘Cam girl, slut.’ Trembles. ‘No!’ Hands pin her. Tits first. Pinch nipples hard. Fingers plunge pussy. Gode from nightstand. She cums for stranger—me. Next: ass to cam. Spread cheeks. Hole winks. ‘Tell him you show your asshole willingly.’ Voice breaks. ‘I choose to show my asshole, sir. It excites me.’ Shaved lips part. Then massive black dildo. Knees. Ass up. Lube slicks. Begs: ‘Shove it deep in my ass, Master.’ Push. Ring yields. Inch by inch. Guts stretch. She frots clit. Groans. Vibration hits. Explodes. Screams. Waves crash her. Hole gapes. Flees to shower.

Igniting the Fever

Skin still scorches. She returns robed. Game over. ‘You pushed me far.’ Pain mixed thrill. Webcam shame fueled fire. Imagines known eyes on her slut self. Kneels. Unzips me. Mouth engulfs. Tongue swirls. Sucks deep. Balls tighten. Legs buckle. Cum floods her throat. Drained. Torchon wrung. She confesses lie—Vincent clueless. Car crunches. Him, Stephanie, husband. Laughter. Robe yanked open. ‘Less outrageous than your ass-stuffed orgasm.’ Her shock. Twist: I called him. He watched webcam. Second client. Friends too. Eyes promise more. Taxi honks. Kiss her fierce. Farewell. Love hums in my head. Skin brands memory. Unique blaze.