Ariel’s Slutty Descent – Day 02

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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**Disclaimer: This story is a follow up to Ariel’s Slutty Descent Day 1. Day 2 is best read if Day 1 has already been read**

Ariel awoke groggy trying to forget the dream she head. Her step-cousin had been raping her with the evil help from her step-mom. Ariel’s eyes peeled open as she felt skin below her face. She slowly lifted her head as her vision came into focus. Her head had been resting on the bare chest of a black man, just like her step-cousins. She looked up and there was Jermaine looking down at her.

Jermaine smiled loving the shocked look of last night’s white slut. He started to pet her beautiful silky smooth blonde hair. “Good Morning sweetie, did you enjoy last night?”

Ariel couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t a dream, Jermaine had drugged and raped her. She started to get up, to grab her phone. “What do you mean did I like it. You fucking raped me.” And she moved to the edge of the bed.

He also sat up and grabbed her hair hard grabbing her chin. “You fucking slut, this body of yours didn’t think it was rape.” He slid a hand over her tit down her stomach and onto her full, and well-used pussy. He tried to insert a finger, but she slapped his hand away.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!” She stood up immediately turning toward him, “What the fuck do you think you are doing, I’m not going to let you rape me again.” With that she dug her phone out of her purse. She got to the 1 before Jermaine had his hand around her wrist. She heard the door open behind her.

“Took you long enough.” Jermaine shouted to the newcomer. “She almost called the police. Where were you I texted you 10 mins before she woke up, as soon she started moving a little.” Staring hard at whoever was standing behind her.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. What was she going to tell the Police that she had multiple orgasms for the good-looking black man still naked in her bed?” The evil voice pierced Ariel’s ears. “Besides I figured it would be best if we got her dad out of the house first. So I had to convince him to go downtown without me.”

Ariel started to whimper, “Please n-not again… I can’t handle it again. I…I…I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She felt Vivian’s hand slide down her arm as she struggled to break free from Jermaine.

Vivian loved the fighting spirit in the young slut, knowing that energy will come in handy when she is finally broken. She squeezed her arm hard just above the elbow. The veins started to bulge, and Vivian wasted no time slamming the syringe down, sending the sex drug into her body.

Ariel felt the needle slam in and saw her step-mom’s finger press the plunger. She felt the liquid enter her arm. She looked up at Vivian “Please mommy, don’t do this to me, I’ll be good I’ll be better, I’ll do whatever you ask from now on.”

She stroked her step-daughters face “I know you will sweetie, and to make sure, this drug is insurance.” She patted her face then slapped her hard sending her to the floor. “Hey J don’t forget the H.” She laughed as she pulled the door shut behind her departure.

Jermaine looked at his helpless cousin sprawled on the floor, naked. He could tell she was trying to fight the drugs effects. Squeezing her fist, her legs, her eyes, and teeth. He grabbed the bag, prepared the needle and moved toward her. “You want your bliss again huh baby?”

Ariel felt her loins come alive. She couldn’t stop her body from craving pleasure. She heard her cousin talk and opened her eyes. He was standing over her his flaccid penis dangling in her face. She stared at it telling herself no. Jermaine asked again, and she just nodded. Leaning in to him taking his cock in her right hand as she offered up her left arm for the drug.

J looked down at his cousin with a smirk as he felt her stroking him. He grabbed her arm giving her a slightly smaller dose of H. He let her arm go as he pushed his hips forward offering his cock to the new slut.

Ariel felt the 2nd drug reenter her body. She hated doing the drug but fuck it felt so good. She watched his cock move forward. She looked up at J and bit her lip.

She picked up the heavy flaccid cock and kissed the tip, her tongue darting out frenching his cock hole. Her hand stroked it as she made out with the black snake. She loved his cock, it was her new god. She pulled back as her tongue swirled around the bulbous head. Her head pulled back completely then lowered kissing his cock with pressure. The tip stretched her lips as she pressed her head down allowing the black phallic member to enter her mouth. Her tongue instantly went to the tasty chocolate treat.

J looked down at Ariel making love to his cock, the white slut couldn’t get enough. He felt so good ruining her last night but watching her make love to his cock was a new feeling. He could feel her tongue darting everywhere wanting to taste the whole cock as it slid further and further into her warm wet mouth.

Ariel started moaning as his cock pressed against çekmeköy escort her throat, and just like before there was no resistance. She bobbed up and down on that pole feeling it grow in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, she sucked hard trying to pleasure him enough to reward her mouth.

J had other plans, he knew this slut would still be tight, so he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to use her again. He grabbed her head and slammed his cock in gagging her. He held it there as she begged, moaned, whimpered, and gagged. He finally grabbed her hair pulling himself out and throwing her bent over the bed with her feet still on the floor.

Ariel laid on the bed as she felt Jermaine rub his cock along her wet pussy. She was bent over at the perfect angle where neither had to slouch or stand on their toes. She wanted him so bad, she reached back pulling her ass cheeks apart spreading her ass hole and pussy lips. She moaned freely feeling his cock hit her clit.

J reached down rubbing his thumb in her juices. He then pushed at her puckered tight ass hole. She jumped not expecting the invasion in that hole, but kind of liking it. She let a grunt out that turned to a moan. He would take her anal virginity just not right now. He lined up his cock and pushed in, the resistance still there but not as bad as the previous 2 times.

Ariel gripped the sheets hard “ooohhh, ooohh God, oh fuck its-its so big.” She felt his hand press down on her back as he pounded into her harder and harder. She felt her cervix being abused again, and grunted hard each time it was hit.

Jermaine reached out gripping her hair, pushing down on her back as he plowed into the upturned pussy. The sounds of the squishing juices only faint under the moans that filled the house.

Vivian smiled at the sounds coming from the bedroom. She loved listening to goody miss two shoes sounding like a real wanton slut. She picked up her phone and texted her sister *Hey looks like Jermaine is getting along great with Ariel, and he’s already so helpful around the house. Glad we could help him hide out.* Vivian sipped her coffee and tidied up the kitchen, the back ground noise putting her in a good mood.

Jermaine continued to pound into the young white slut’s wet pussy as her hips met his thrust. *SMACK* He slapped her ass and called her names, he yanked on her hair and drilled her harder. He wanted her to hurt the rest of the day from his cock, make her walk funny like she’s been ripped open.

Ariel bit the sheet to stifle her moans, he was fucking her like a jack hammer and although it was painful at times there was too much sensation running through her body. She didn’t want him to quit, in fact she wanted it more and harder. “Fuck J yes right there harder, God yes harder, fucking make me feel it all day.” She felt him pulse, and grow harder. His body tensed up and strokes grew longer and more direct. “Yes that’s it babies cum in me, put this fire out with your hot cum, I need it so bad.”

Jermaine tensed and pounded his cock hard into her sloppy cunt. “Mmm God you fucking slut, you’re so good to fuck so tight.” He pulled out and twisted her around face to his cock. He didn’t even need to I instruct her, she cleaned his cock from base to head licking up all the cum and didn’t forget his balls. “Good girl now get dressed.”

Ariel sat on her feet looking up at her current god. She wanted more but knew he wasn’t going to give her anymore right now.

She stood up and went to her drawer.. She reached for her panties when she felt the hard slap on her hand. “Not those,” he said in a harsh command. She understood. She went to her closet and found a dress that had gotten a little to tight for her to wear anymore. She pulled it on and it made her look how she felt like a common streetwalker. It was a bright blue velvet dress, and it was stretched tight at her tits, ass, hips, and stomach. It was clear it didn’t fit and left little to the imagination. The top was a halter top with the strap going around her neck and connecting well below her pushed up tits. The back was completely bare while the hem barely covered her ass cheeks. She dolled herself up using heavy makeup to match the outfit. She wanted to make sure Jermaine was aroused whenever he saw her and it felt good to dress slutty for him. She pulled on her knee-high tight black leather boots to finish off the look.

Jermaine watched her dress and realized how beautiful she really was. He felt bad for taking her the way he did, she was a virgin who really was a goody miss two shoes. He started to wonder what her future would have been if he hadn’t come out here. He took her hand as she walked over to him. “You look beautiful slut, you’ll make all the heads turn today.”

They descended the stairs together reaching the bottom just as her dad walked in the door. He stopped dead as he saw his daughters dress. He had seen it on her 2 maybe 3 years ago before she truly developed but couldn’t fathom why she decided to wear it today, or the dolled cevizli escort up makeup, or the fact she had her arm hooked with Jermaine at the elbow. “Hi honey, big plans today?”

“No just felt like getting dressed up and Jermaine wouldn’t let me walk down the stairs no matter how much I convinced him I could walk in these 4″ heels.” With that she walked into the kitchen and realized it was already 2pm. “Holy cow I slept all morning?”

“Well I don’t know if I’d call what you were doing sleep.” Vivian laughed as Ariel shot her an angry look. “It’s okay dear I’m sure you’ll get used to it after a while.” Another laugh and another angry look.

Jason felt lost like the 2 had an inside joke. “So what are your plans today or I guess I should say tonight as the day is almost over?”

Jermaine jumped in “Oh Vivian and Ariel have agreed to help me pick out some more respectable clothes, I guess, so I don’t look like such a gang banger.” He smiled at Ariel’s confused look as this was the first she heard about it.

Vivian piped up, “yes I’m going to drive them and Ariel is going to give her input. You know a good moral compass for him to start mimicking.”

Jason looked at Ariel who looked confused but just nodded her head. “Whelp don’t let me delay you guys any longer, I need to do laundry for the house anyway.” He finished his lunch and kissed his wife as he walked upstairs.

The 3 of them finished their food and all left to go to the car. Vivian got in the front as Ariel and Jermaine got in the back. Vivian started driving toward their real destination as Jermaine unzipped his pants and pushed Ariel’s head down on his cock. Vivian couldn’t help but look and watch her nephews incredible cock slide all the way in her step-daughter’s mouth. For being a good girl she sure had no problem taking the whole pole in her mouth.

As Ariel sucked her favorite chocolate treat her phone buzzed then again 1 minute later. She never got to look at it as she felt the first, then the second needle enter her arm. It was too late to stop him, but she only cared about her treat anyway.

Jason picked up the house collecting all the laundry, entering his daughters room he was hit with 2 smells he had never smelled in there before. The first was of something that was cooked, but not something he had smelled before. The other was the distinct smell of sex. He knew his daughter was waiting until marriage…could have Jermaine used her room to have some hussy over? As he picked up her room he came across her ripped tank top she was wearing last night. He thought to himself that was strange…and texted his daughter *Hey what happened to this tank top* he continued cleaning and came across her soaked ripped panties. He took a picture and sent it to his daughter *Sweetie did something happen, are you okay?*

Jermaine held Ariel’s head down as he deposited his load deep in her throat forcing her to swallow her first ever cumshot in her mouth. She gagged but was able to keep it down. She again cleaned his cock of spit and semen not forgetting the balls. She felt the car turn into a driveway as she lifted her head. She was groggy from the H, but didn’t understand why they were at a house. “Whe-where are…where…hmmm… J?” She slumped against him.

J pulled her head back by her hair. “Just a pit stop one I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

The door opened behind her, and she felt Vivian take her hand gently pulling her out of the car. Ariel wobbled on her feet, struggling with her balance. Vivian put her arm around Ariel and walked her to the house. They stopped to knock, before the door opened to a man who must have stood 6’5, and was shirtless. His steel worker’s gut stuck out proud like the whole world should praise it. He wasn’t pleasant to look at, his teeth yellowing and missing a few. An unkempt beard and unpicked afro. His cloth shorts barely reaching his knees and barely containing his bulge. “Ahh you finally made it, thought you were going to be here hours ago.”

“Sorry my nephew wore the whore out too much last night. She needed to get her beauty sleep.” Vivian explained to the large black man.

The man reached out grabbing Ariel’s chin making her look up, breaking the eye staring contest she was having with his bulge. She smiled at the man “Damn you-you’re so tall. And is that a gun in your pocket?”

The man laughed a deep baritone laugh. “Oh you’ll get to find out soon enough sweetie. Please come in all of you and we can talk business.” He opened the door wider as the 3 guest entered. The house smelled of old food, smoke, mildew, and garbage. The floors were dingy and stained; the furniture was ripped and in disrepair. Sitting on the couch was another fat black man. He was around the same age 45ish, and in no better state of cleanliness than the other guy.

Vivian felt disgusted yesterday when she was here but it was a necessary evil for her plan. She led her step-daughter into the room and let her collapse to the floor. Her dress riding up revealing that she wasn’t erenköy escort wearing panties. Vivian turned to Jermaine, “J this is Oscar, and the guy sitting down is Emmitt.” With pleasantries exchanged Vivian explained to him that they would be supplying them with H and the aphrodisiac for the whore.

Oscar looked down at Ariel’s exposed ass, “I see you brought the whore ready to do business.” He reached down sliding her dress up a little more as it snapped over her thick ass.

Ariel moaned at his touch, as it sent electric shocks throughout her body. She looked up at the tall black man, smiling and focused on his growing bulge.

Vivian “Ahem don’t touch the merchandise until we figure out the payment.” Vivian had a stern don’t fuck with me look. “She’s a young sexy harlot and since both of you will be using her I expect an ounce.”

Oscar circled the eager damsel checking over the goods like a farmer looking over prized cattle. He ran his fingers through her hair yanking a little, eliciting a moan from Ariel. He lifted her tits and watched as they bounced but stayed firm. He squeezed and smacked her ass, again another moan. Oscar hummed and hawed, then turned to Vivian “You’re right she is grade A white meat. But what happens when you run out of drugs to keep her a mindless slut. I’ll give you a half ounce of both. It’s the only offer”

Vivian knew he’d want to negotiate a lower amount, which is why she went high. “I believe that’s a fair enough deal.”

Oscar pulled out the 2 sets of 4 baggies and passed them to Vivian. “Now let’s get you used slut.” He reached down grabbing Ariel’s hair and half dragging her to the couch as he sat down in front of her. He pulled her face up enjoying how dolled up the slut looked. *SMACK* His palm connected with her face. *SMACK* The back of his fingers slapped across her face. “You’re just a stupid fucking whore who needs cock huh?”

Ariel was shocked at the slaps, tears welling in here eyes, but she smiled and nodded to him. *SMACK* “SMACK* The slaps landed again. Ariel was confused isn’t that what he wanted.

Oscar spit in her face. “You fucking whore, you speak to me when I ask you something. Now what are you?”

Ariel was so turned on she squeezed her legs together trying to put pressure on that itch. “Oh god sir, I’m a stupid fucking whore, who- who yearns for cock, big black cocks.” She slid her hands up his legs, and they merged on his barely contained monster. She wrapped both hands around the cock. “Mmm yes its so big sir.” She started pumping up and down, she could feel the warmth emanating through his thin shorts.

“Bwhahaha thats a good whore.” He looked at Vivian, “You white sluts are so easy give you a taste of chocolate and your pussy starts controlling you.”

Vivian nodded annoyed but also knowing inside it was true. She watched her step-daughter stroke the covered cock while kissing the tip through cloth. Vivian was repulsed with herself. Oscar was a disgusting, vile man, but she was eager to see the monster fighting to get free, her pussy was getting wet in anticipation. She made a mental note to talk with Jason about another trip to the city. She watched Ariel use her teeth to pull down the shorts. His cock springing free, it was a monster 11″ long and as thick as an adult wrist. Vivian let a gasp escape.

Oscar looked over at Vivian, “So the mommy likes the dark meat too huh slut?” He stroked it as he watched Vivian stare at it. “Mesmerized huh?” He started ticking his cock back forth clicking his tongue. He felt Ariel grab it and start licking and kissing the head. “Awww, looks like it will have to be next time as we already got ourselves an eager cunt.” He ran his hands through Ariel’s hair rubbing his saliva covered cock all over Ariel’s face.

Ariel loved how he treated her, she loved his fat cock, shorter than Jermaine’s 12, but much thicker. She felt Emmitt near her now. She reached over and started caressing his bulge, while stroking and licking Oscar’s cock. She felt him run a hand down her back sending chills throughout her body. She shivered and pushed her mouth down over Oscar’s head. Her lips stretching, straining her mouth. It was so painful, but she had to pleasure him, he was after all the supplier of her euphoric high.

Emmitt wasn’t as big as Oscar or even Jermaine, but he got the lucky break of being Oscar’s friend. Oscar liked to use his female customers especially white girls or girlfriends of his customers. But he was so big most girls couldn’t handle at first. That’s where Emmitt came in, he was the stretcher, he would fuck the girls first. His 9″ long 6″ thick cock would get them open then Oscar would give them what they really craved.

Ariel felt Emmitt’s hand slide up her butt crack and lifted the skirt up higher. *SMACK* “Would you look at this ass, all that muscle and it still jiggles.” *SMACK* “Mmm mmm, God how does a beauty like you become a whore like this.” He pulled his pants down and lined up his cock. He slid it in, and although there was resistance it was apparent that a bigger cock had been there earlier today. He slid his cock all the way in bottoming out just as he touched her cervix. He held it there as the whore moved her ass and hips, grinding on his cock. He slapped her ass as she twerked like a good white slut.

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Nathalie, Denise, and Catherine

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What turned out to be one of the most unforgettable, shocking, and delicious nights of my life almost never happened.

As the head of the Freestyle Skiing Association of Canada came up to the podium to introduce the Tremblay sisters on stage, I applauded with everyone else. But I was thinking about what an enormous hassle it had been to get these three girls from Quebec to attend our gala charity dinner at a ballroom at Canada Place just weeks before the 2014 Olympics.

It was a joint venture between the ski association and the Vancouver General Hospital, which had brought me in from Seattle as a consultant to organize the sale of thousand-dollar tickets, a silent auction, and a 50/50 raffle supporting both the athletes and the purchase of new diagnostic equipment. There had been a lot of talk about “innovative partnerships between the sport and health care sectors” and so on.

With my six-month contract wrapping up, I’d worked with the hospital’s event organizing committee to confirm the attendance of the Olympians. The Nordic skiers and the bobsleigh team turned out to be easy. But Nathalie, Denise, and Catherine Tremblay took forever. They were doing aerials training up at Whistler, and the team PR manager was very uncommunicative. He told me it depended on whether the coach would agree to a break that weekend.

Finally, less than three days before the event, I got a one-sentence email directly from Nathalie: “We will be there!!!!!” Well, thank God. Christmas was saved.

There was an empty seat next to me at my otherwise packed Table

7 in the corner of the ballroom, and I put my purse down on it as I rummaged for my new smartphone. I was supposed to contribute a few photos for the event blog. I zoomed in on the podium as the girls stepped up to say a few words, and I couldn’t help a murmur of pleasure at what I saw.

They were even cuter, fresher, and more feminine than the photos on the ski association web site indicated.

Nathalie, the oldest and tallest at 24, had a wonderfully honest and fresh-faced complexion with long brown hair tumbling past her shoulders. She wore a lavender lace dress cut well above the knee and sheer black tights. You could tell she was a smart girl and a leader. She had a big designer watch on her left wrist.

“It is a fantastic pleasure that we are here with you tonight in Vancouver,” she said, flanked by her younger sisters. “We hope only to make Canada proud in Sochi. We have trained so hard, and now to support the hospital also is a great privilege…”

Denise, age 21, was the one who described herself as a bit of a fashion princess. She had a quintessentially French woman’s face and her brown hair was tied back in a bun. She smiled shyly, nodding as Nathalie talked. Denise wore a faux-fur collar and a floral-themed cotton dress cut a little lower than Nathalie’s, along with see-through blue tights.

Catherine, who was 19 and had won a silver medal last year on the World Cup circuit in Norway, still had that teenage insouciance about her. She kept reaching up to adjust her long blonde hair, her lips pursed with a bit of a “let’s get on with this” attitude. She scanned the crowd to see who was looking at her, clearly aware she was the prettiest of the sisters. She wore a red silk evening dress with daring, diamond-patterned sheer black stockings and a bracelet of white pearls.

Very nice, I thought, as I finished snapping my photos. Naturally, my filthy mind turned to which of the girls I would most like to have if I could choose. Nathalie, I decided quickly. An oldest sister, which I’ve always liked, well-spoken, and the bustiest of a modestly endowed trio. Probably unshaven too, based on the Quebec women I’d met. Lately, I’ve been dating older and fucking younger, if you understand what I mean. Wouldn’t it be lovely to make a beautiful young Olympian my latest conquest? Well, a lovely daydream anyway…

The girls chorused into the microphone: “Thank you, Vancouver! Merci Canada! Bonne chance a tous!” As everyone clapped, they filed down the stairs at the front of the stage, teetering enticingly in their high heels. The waiters began to bring bread baskets and salads. I sipped my water. There were over 500 people here and I wasn’t in charge of the assigned seating, so who knew where Nathalie would…

Wait a minute. As Denise and Catherine peeled off to other tables, Nathalie was Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort coming straight toward me. With a dazzling smile, she came up and placed her hand on my bare shoulder.

“Excuse me, I believe that I am sitting next to you?” Nathalie said.

I returned her smile. “Let me just move my handbag,” I said. She slid in next to me, our thighs brushing. She turned to the Asian real estate agent on her other side and politely introduced herself with a handshake before turning right back to me. “I’m Nathalie, and you are…?”

“Frederika. I’m with the hospital. We emailed about you attending.”

“Oh!” Her eyes lit up. “It is so wonderful that now we meet at last night.” She hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks without reserve. She was wearing a lilac scent and her hair was almost as her lips. I held on to our embrace a little longer than necessary, enjoying her firm curves.

Nathalie nibbled on her salad as they poured the water. “May I say that you look magnificent tonight, Frederika?”

“Why, thank you. It’s a new gown.” And it was. Black velvet, shoulderless, low-cut with straps at the back, custom-made by a new dressmaker who had just opened up near Pike Place Market. It showed off my amazing cleavage as much as possible, barely within the bounds of propriety.

“I like very much your earrings as well,” Nathalie said. She artlessly reached up and touched one of the large gold hoops.

Before Nathalie’s arrival, I’d been the subject of many lustful glances from my tablemates. Now I could see everyone envying my very natural interaction with this 24-year-old girl. At the neighboring table, envy showed in the eyes of two of my lesbian colleagues. I enjoyed having what they couldn’t have. Just that thought alone was making me hot.

I touched Nathalie’s thigh with my hand. “Who did your makeup tonight? You and your sisters all look fabulous.”

“We did each other,” Nathalie said with a smile. “We always do. It’s more simple, you know?”

“I understand perfectly.” The image of the three girls applying one another’s eye shadow and lipstick held immense appeal for me.

We continued to converse, completely ignoring our tablemates as course after course arrived. Nathalie occasionally got a text message and exclaimed, “Oh, pardon! I must answer!”, which was a tad distracting but understandable in a girl her age.

She mentioned her family always went sailing in the summer, and I told her about my love of fishing trips.

Nathalie told me that I reminded her of Shannon, the freestyle ski team’s longtime masseuse, who had unfortunately had to return to Ireland in the summer when her work permit expired.

“We have now a new masseuse, but she’s not so good as Shannon. With Shannon we were very close. She even taught us to do massage because we thought it’s not fair she always massages us and we don’t help her, you know? So we all three gave her a massage sometimes,” said Nathalie with a giggle.

“How very lucky for Shannon,” I said knowingly. “I wish I had three lovely masseuses like you girls to give me a rub when my back gets stiff.” My pussy was throbbing at the thought.

In an interesting coincidence, Nathalie told me that she, Denise, and Catherine had been doing dry-land training in the summer in Seattle at Argo Fitness. “Really?” I exclaimed. “That’s where my personal trainer is based.”

“Is she named Rebecca?”

“Why, yes, she is.”

“Unbelievable! We also did resistance band work and circuits with her. What a small world!”

“Isn’t she the best? She does a wonderful job.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Nathalie said, touching the back of my arm and winking at me. Her skin was incredibly smooth. God, her desire for me was palpable, and that heightened my longing for her.

“Where are you girls staying?” I asked.

“At the hotel here. The Pan…something?”

“The Pan Pacific. You’re right upstairs, then.”

Nathalie smiled at me without saying a word. She looked down before raising her eyes again with more than flirtatious intent.

“You know, I prefer the company of women to the company of men,” Nathalie said in a low voice. “The conversation is so much more stimulating.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, staring deep into her eyes.

Just then, a bell rang. “Ladies and gentlemen, our silent auction is now over,” said the MC. “We’ll have the results up on the board at the far end of the ballroom momentarily. Please go check to see if you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” I said. “I put in a couple of bids right before dinner and I have a good feeling about tonight.”

I rose and walked off, hips swaying, feeling Nathalie’s eyes glued to me.

Five minutes later, I was back, toting a big white bag with the ski federation logo. The table burst into a applause. “What did you get?” Nathalie asked as I sat down.

“Well, it’s my lucky day, or our lucky day,” I said. “Weren’t you telling me that today is your ‘cheat day’ diet-wise?”

“Precisely,” Nathalie said. “We also have the day off tomorrow. Don’t tease me. What’s in the bag, Frederika?”

I reached in and produced a bottle of red wine. “This is the Merlot, from California. I also got a nice full-bodied Cabernet from France.”

“Le vin rouge, I love it!”

I leaned in and lowered my voice. “I’m enjoying our conversation so much, I’d like to continue it over a glass of red wine in your room, Nathalie.”

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”

After dessert and coffee, we made discreet separate exits. We met up outside the elevator.

Heading up to the seventh floor, we had the elevator to ourselves. I took full advantage. I placed my hands on Nathalie’s waist and ran them slowly, savoringly up her body. I cupped her sweet face in my hands and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. Our tongues touched as I caught a glimpse of our passion reflected in the mirror. It was a moment I’ll never forget.

Nathalie gasped. “Oh my God. We have a word in French, ‘expérimenté.’ You know this word?”

“Your French is better than mine except when it comes to kissing,” I told her.

“Expérimenté, it means ‘experienced.’ You are expérimenté, I can tell from how you kiss me. But I like also this word because it sounds like the English ‘experiment,’ and I like very much to experiment.”

“Taboos don’t concern me,” I said. “Pleasure does.”

The elevator door opened. We walked hand in hand down the hallway to room 769.

The harbour lights twinkled below. Both the queen-sized beds were strewn with clothes, makeup, and magazines belonging to the three sisters.

Nathalie tossed a bunch of stuff on to the bed closer to the wall as I put the wine on the floor. I took her in my arms and we lay entangled on the other bed, making out and exploring each other’s bodies with unbelievable excitement.

She had just kissed her way down to my throat and I was reaching up underneath her lavender dress when I heard two voices outside and the door opened. Denise and Catherine burst into the room. Nathalie let out a little shriek of surprise.

There was no way to deny what I’d been doing with their older sister, and frankly, I had no desire to. I faced Denise and Catherine with a questioning look.

The three of them burst into some excited Quebecois chatter, punctuated by many giggles. I heard several references to Shannon, their former masseuse. Denise and Catherine kicked off their shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Nice to meet you, Frederika,” said Catherine, sticking out her tongue. She had clearly had a bit to drink. “Denise, open the wine.”

Nathalie looked at me. “You’re OK that they are here?”

“It’s their room too,” I said, smiling.

Denise uncorked the wine, poured everyone a glass, and gave me mine with a light kiss on the lips. Nathalie made no objection.

I proposed a toast. “To a magnificent evening that is only beginning.”

Our glasses clinked as we all made eye contact. After taking a deep sip, I put my glass down and kissed Nathalie again, my hand caressing her hair, keenly aware of the other girls’ eyes on us.

I am an exhibitionist and I always will be. God, I felt so fucking good. My cunt was soaked.

Catherine’s eyes flashed with undeniable enjoyment. “It’s good you are not so, how you say, inhibited like most Americans, Frederika.”

And then Catherine put her arms around Denise and kissed her full on the mouth, tongue to tongue. There was no mistaking what was going on. My clit was swollen beyond belief. Now I knew what those text messages Nathalie had sent at dinner were about.

Catherine tossed her golden hair back. “Did you like that?” she asked provocatively.

“Yes, but now I want to taste your lips too,” I said. I reached out, taking her by the wrist and pulling her to me. As our wine-stained mouths came together, Catherine reached up and placed her hands directly over my full breasts, stroking my nipples through the black velvet. God, her lips were even softer than Nathalie’s. I clutched hungrily at her 19-year-old ass, squeezing it and fondling it, my fingers reaching up under the hem of her tights. I gasped and moaned with pleasure as I got what I deserved.

My eyes were closed but I could feel the heat of the other two sisters pressing in on either side of me. I caught a hint of Nathalie’s lilac scent before Denise put her arm around me and I joined the Tremblay sisters in an incredible, four-way, tongue-to-tongue kiss.

Oh God, it was everything I wanted. It seemed like forever before we pulled away.

“We share everything,” Nathalie said. “We don’t date men. We are always training. Always together. Shannon taught us how last year. You can keep our little secret?”

I nodded. “I want you. All of you. I want to do everything tonight.”

We began to play an exquisitely sensual game. I reclined in a huge leather armchair in the corner of the room, my gown rolled down and bra cast aside to reveal my magnificent tits. Each sister took her turn coming over to me and saying something provocative before kissing me on the mouth and tonguing my nipples.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” said Nathalie, running her tongue around my right areola before pinching it and sucking it in. God, she knew how to suck me.

“Will you sit on my face later tonight while my sisters watch?” said Denise. “That is my fantasy.” She took as much of my left tit into her mouth as she could while I stroked her hair. Nathalie and Catherine were removing each other’s clothes in the background.

“Outside the bedroom, Nathalie leads us, but in here she likes to do what she’s told,” Catherine explained between hot impulsive kisses. “I’m a top like you, Frederika. I’m the youngest sister and I want to get what I want!” She sucked my tits as if she couldn’t get enough.

I took Catherine by the wrist again and we got on the bed, lying back and spreading our thighs in a wide V formation.

As the older two girls came toward us in the nude, Catherine yanked off her tights and underwear. I simply yanked my black lace thong to one side, while both of us hiked our dresses up. It was intensely exciting to feel our dominance over Nathalie and Denise.

“Go on, girls,” I said commandingly. “I want to feel your tongue between my thighs, Nathalie. And I want Denise to eat Catherine out — for my pleasure.”

As Nathalie went down on me, I groaned loudly with pleasure as her tongue tantalized my inner labia before lapping at my clit in circles. “Fuck! I need this! I fuckin’ need this…”

My head turned to the side. I seized Catherine’s hand and the raw pleasure on her face mirrored mine. Denise was tongue-fucking Catherine’s 19-year-old slit. “Oui, oui!” gasped Catherine. “C’est ca, ma fille…c’est ca! Ah, sur le clito…mon Dieu…”

I couldn’t make out everything she was saying but her words just got me even more soaked.

Nathalie started fingerfucking me and now I needed all three sisters on me. I pulled Catherine into me. “Suck my fuckin’ tit again! Do it!”

Denise came around the other side and took my breast fully into her mouth again. I was stiffening up as the two younger sisters worshipped my tits and Nathalie fucked my spread-open cunt. I was getting ready to explode. “Jesus Christ…oh motherfucker…fuck the shit out of me girls…ahhhhhhh…I need to come so fuckin’ hard.”

I screamed out and rolled to the side as my orgasm made my whole body convulse. The three girls wrapped their arms around me, kissing me feverishly, the heavenly feeling of smooth sensual bodies enveloping mine. It was one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.

I fell asleep as they stroked my hair and kissed me. When I awoke, I was disoriented.

Nathalie was sitting at the end of the bed, wearing a white fluffy bathrobe, her cheeks flushed and her hair charmingly dishevelled.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Only 10:45,” Nathalie said.

I heard a splash from the bathroom and a gasp of delight.

“I think you should go in there,” Nathalie said. “Denise and Catherine have something they want to show you.”

This unforgettable, shocking, and delicious night wasn’t over yet.

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