Night of ecstasy at Velvet Paradise

The mahogany door of the "Velvet Paradise" opened with a muffled sigh, releasing a wave of deep bass and suppressed laughter. The couple crossed the threshold, their fingers intertwined as if for mutual reassurance. The air was heavy, thick with an intoxicating scent of perfume, sweat, and sex. The dim lights, tinted red and purple, cast shifting shadows on the intertwined bodies that swayed to the rhythm of the music. She, "Léa," wore a figure-hugging black silk dress, so tight that every curve of her body—her generous hips, her slender waist, her heavy, firm breasts—was accentuated like an invitation. The plunging neckline hinted at the curve of her globes, and with every step, the fabric grazed her nipples, already hardened by excitement. Her stilettos clicked on the floor, a sound that mixed with distant moans.

He, "Thomas," towered over her by a head, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his white shirt, open over a muscular chest. His black linen pants failed to hide the enormous bulge already distorting the cloth, his ten-inch cock, thick as a wrist, pulsing with impatience. He felt the women's gaze glide over him, some licking their lips, others exchanging whispers with their partners. A green-eyed brunette, sitting on a velvet sofa, didn't even pretend to look away, her fingers distractedly playing with the pearl necklace around her neck before descending toward her generous chest, offered by an even bolder neckline than Léa's.

"Are we really sure we want to do this?" Léa whispered, even though her dilated pupils and the shiver that ran down her spine betrayed her desire. Her voice was hoarse, almost choked by the dull pounding of the music.

Thomas squeezed her hand tighter, a predatory smile stretching his lips.

"Did you see how they're staring at us? They already know we're going to give them what they want." His free palm landed on her butt, pressing it lightly, as if to remind her what awaited her. "And you know it too."

A crystalline laugh shot out not far from them. A voluptuous redhead, dressed in a black latex jumpsuit that hugged every fold of her body, stood up from an armchair, a glass of champagne in hand. She stared at them unashamedly, her pink tongue gliding over her upper lip before she murmured something in the ear of a man next to her. He, an athletic man in his forties with greying hair, followed the direction of her gaze and his eyes lit up upon discovering Léa.

"Come on, sweetheart, show them what you've got under that dress," Thomas growled in her ear, his deep voice vibrating against her skin. "Make them drool."

Léa didn't need to be encouraged twice. She turned away from him slightly, her hips swaying with a natural grace as she moved toward the center of the dance floor. The music, a blend of sensual house and hypnotic beats, seemed to pulse with her heart. She raised her arms above her head, her fingers wrapping in her brown hair that cascaded down her back, and began to undulate. Her breasts, heavy and full, rose and fell beneath the thin fabric of her dress, their hard tips rubbing against the silk with every movement. She closed her eyes, letting her body take control, her hips tracing slow circles, then more jerky movements, as if an invisible hand was already penetrating her.

Eyes converged on her. Men, first, their eyes glued to the way her dress rode up slightly with each rotation of her pelvis, revealing the elastic of her black lace panties. Then the women, some biting their lips, others exchanging knowing smiles with their partners. A short-haired blonde, wearing a leather corset that compressed her breasts until they overflowed, approached dancing, her hips rolling against those of a man before detaching to head straight for Léa.

"You're gorgeous," she murmured, pressing against her, her hands resting on Léa's hips before moving up along her ribs. "I've never seen a pair of breasts so perfect."

Léa suppressed a moan when the stranger's fingers grazed the underside of her breasts, weighing them with a boldness that made her cheeks flush. The blonde didn't give her time to reply. Her lips crushed against Léa's in a ravenous kiss, her tongue insinuating itself between her lips with a skill that made Léa's knees tremble. At the same time, a hand slipped between their bodies, palm open, and pressed against her crotch. Léa gasped, a muffled cry against the blonde's mouth, when two expert fingers found her already swollen clitoris through the damp fabric of her panties.

"Fuck, you're already soaked," the blonde chuckled, breaking the kiss, her fingers continuing to trace insistent circles. "What do you want, pretty? To feel me lick you until you come? Or to take a nice stiff cock between those pretty thighs?"

Léa panted, her fingers gripping the stranger's shoulders. She didn't have time to answer. A presence pressed against her back, a muscular torso flattening her breasts against the blonde's. Warm lips landed on her nape, a tongue tracing a wet path to her ear.

"I can give you both," murmured a male voice, deep and rough. "First my tongue, then my cock. Unless you prefer to start from the back…"

A shiver ran down Léa's spine when she felt something hard, burning, pressing against her butt. A cock. Big. The stranger—a man with short black hair, his arms covered in tattoos—rubbed against her, his erection sliding between her butt cheeks through the fabric of her dress and panties. Léa moaned, her hips arching instinctively to offer more contact.

"Oh, she loves it," the blonde giggled, stepping back, her fingers finally leaving Léa's pussy to move up to her breasts. "Look at those nipples…" She pinched the two hardened tips through the silk, twisting them just enough to make Léa moan. "They're made to be sucked."

The stranger behind her groaned in response, his hands gripping Léa's hips to press her against him. She felt his warm breath against her neck, then his teeth sinking lightly into her skin, just enough to tear a cry from her. Meanwhile, the blonde slipped Léa's dress straps down, uncovering her shoulders, then her breasts. The cool club air caressed her bare skin, making her nipples harden even more. Applause and whistles rose around them. Léa reopened her eyes, her gaze hazy with desire crossing Thomas's, standing near the bar, surrounded by three women.

Her husband's eyes were fixed on her, but his hands were busy. A plump-lipped redhead was kneeling before him, her fingers already working on the buckle of his trousers. Another, a brunette with enormous breasts spilling out of a satin bustier, was rubbing against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his shirt. The third, a petite Asian with short hair, was whispering something in his ear, her fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. Thomas didn't take his eyes off Léa, but a triumphant smile stretched his lips when the redhead finally freed his cock.

A collective gasp rose from the women around him. Even at a distance, Léa could see the monstrous size of his member—veined, thick, the red, glistening head already oozing pre-cum. The redhead didn't hesitate for a second. She wrapped her fingers around the base, her mouth opening in a sigh of anticipation before clamping down on the glans, her lips stretching to swallow it whole. She didn't even bother to suck it gently. No, she took it to the throat in one go, her Adam's apple bobbing as the head hit the back of her throat.

"Goddamn it," Thomas growled, his fingers digging into the redhead's hair to hold her in place as he began to fuck her mouth with brutal thrusts. "That's it, swallow me down to the balls, you slut."

Léa felt a thrill run through her seeing her husband getting sucked with such eagerness. The stranger behind her took the opportunity to slide her dress further down, uncovering her belly, then the elastic of her panties. His fingers insinuated themselves under the fabric, pulling at it until the garment fell to her ankles. She was now naked from the waist down, offered to all eyes. The blonde leaned in, capturing a nipple between her lips, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip while the stranger, behind her, spread her butt cheeks with a possessive gesture.

"Look at that tight little ass," he growled, his fingers tracing the furrow between her buttocks before lingering on her anus. "Have you ever taken a cock here, pretty?"

Léa shook her head, her fingers gripping the blonde's hair as the latter moved to the other breast, her teeth lightly scraping the sensitive skin.

"No… never…"

"Then you're going to love it," the stranger sneered.

A wet finger—probably lubricated with his own saliva—pressed against her virgin hole, applying insistent pressure. Léa tightened her muscles, but the sensation was strange, exciting. The initial pain of the stretch mingled with unexpected pleasure when the finger finally sank in, up to the second knuckle.

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

The blonde lifted her head, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"You're going to get your ass pounded like a good little slut, huh?" She slipped a hand between Léa's thighs, her fingers finding her already dripping pussy. "And meanwhile, I'm going to lick that greedy little pussy until you come all over my tongue."

Léa didn't have time to reply. The stranger withdrew his finger, replaced almost immediately by something much bigger. The head of his cock, broad and burning, pressed against her anus, forcing entry with sadistic slowness. She felt her muscles resist, then yield under the insistent pressure. A scream escaped her when he finally sank in, centimeter by centimeter, stretching her beyond what she thought possible.

"Damn, you're tight," the stranger growled, his hips beginning a slow back-and-forth, each push driving him a little deeper. "Your pussy is going to flow like a river when I fuck you properly."

Meanwhile, the blonde had knelt before her, her fingers spreading the swollen lips of Léa's pussy. Her tongue, warm and skillful, licked from the base of her sex all the way up to her clitoris in one go, before lingering on that hard little button, sucking it with an eagerness that made Léa's legs tremble.

"Oh my God…" she moaned, her fingers sinking into the blonde's hair while the stranger behind her accelerated the rhythm, his thrusts becoming more brutal, deeper. "I'm going to… I'm going to…"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence. A violent orgasm struck her, her body stiffening as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy contracted around the void, flooding the blonde's tongue with her warm juice, while her ass, despite the initial pain, began to adapt to the cock relentlessly pounding it.

Across the room, Thomas now had both hands buried in the redhead's hair, his cock disappeared up to the balls in her throat. The big-breasted brunette had gripped his arm, her eager mouth sucking frantically on his nipple, while the Asian, kneeling beside him, caressed his balls, her fingers playing with his perineum.

"Fuck, you're all whores," he growled, his hips accelerating as he began to fuck the redhead's mouth with animalistic violence. "You all want to suck me, huh? You all want a taste of my cock?"

A chorus of enthusiastic "yes" answered him. The brunette released his nipple with a wet "pop," her fingers descending to her own pussy, which she began to finger frantically while watching him.

"Fuck me after, big boy," she panted. "I want to feel that monstrous cock tear my pussy open."

Thomas chuckled, his eyes gleaming with wild desire.

"Don't worry, honey. You'll all get it. One by one. Until you can't walk anymore."

And while Léa, on the other side of the room, was getting anal-fucked and licked like a slut in heat, Thomas let himself be carried away by the whirlwind of eager mouths, breasts, and pussies surrounding him, ready to give them exactly what they craved. The night was just beginning.