Dressed as a Roman Slut: My First Forbidden Threesome Awakening
Upstairs in the dimly lit bedroom of that swanky Paris apartment, my heart hammered like a drum. The air thick with champagne and lust. I’d come this far—dressed as a Roman whore, legs smooth, tits pushed up, wig cascading. No turning back now. Sophie had pushed me into this, her eyes gleaming with mischief. But it was my fantasy fueling the fire. Apollon, that tall Greek hunk, grabbed my waist downstairs, his cock grinding against me during the slow dance. Heat flooded my tucked dick, straining in Sophie’s tiny panties. I bolted to the bathroom, jerked off staring at my feminized reflection—gorgeous slut with a raging hard-on. Splattered the mirror, knees weak. Back out, Néfertiti eyed me, knowing my secret from the keyhole. Her whisper: ‘Your cock’s stunning.’ Pulse racing, I suggested a trio—Greek god, Egyptian queen, Roman slut. They bit. We snuck up, door clicking shut. Fear twisted with excitement. What if he freaks? What if I chicken out? But my cock throbbed, betraying me. This was it—the plunge into the unknown.
Apollon lunged first, hands groping my fake tits, lips hunting mine. ‘Slow down,’ I gasped, voice husky. Togas off in seconds—his thick shaft sprang free, veiny and curved. Néfertiti knelt behind, massaging his bulge till the head peeked out. I dropped too, tongue flicking his salty tip. First taste of cock as a ‘woman’—musky, alive. We licked together, mouths meeting over his glans, tongues tangling slick. He groaned, ‘You filthy whores!’ She fingered his ass; he bucked. Blindfold on. She mounted reverse cowgirl, her lubed hole swallowing him whole—her own dick swinging hard, thick at the tip. I watched, mesmerized, then sucked her cock mid-fuck. Velvety shaft, pulsing. She whispered, ‘Switch when he cums.’ Boom—he exploded in her ass. We spun, cocks out, glaring. ‘Fucking tranny and faggot!’ He bolted, cursing. Laughter erupted. Then her lips crashed mine—soft, urgent. Dicks frothed together. She rode me next, ass loose and hot, gripping like velvet. Switched to doggy—her gape red, dripping cum. I pounded deep, balls slapping. She begged, ‘Harder!’ I flipped her, jerking her massive tool till she erupted—ropes arcing high. Mine followed, hosing her tits. We smeared the mess, spent.
