First Time Geisha Balls and Tango Orgy: My Wild Montreal Night
Montreal, May 11, 2010. Boulevard St-Michel, Rosemont-Petite Patrie. Gray sky, cold bite in the air. I hurry along, heart pounding. Thoughts elsewhere. Tonight, Gabriel. Online lover, French charm, graying temples, blue eyes. Older than me. His erotic tales made me cum so many times. Libido raging. Pussy aching for him to own me.
Luna here. Almost thirty, blonde, green eyes. Married, but secrets. Blogging my slutty adventures. Empire dress, animal print, satin under bust pushing up my tits. Naked shoulders, back, hips. Perfect for caresses. Fuchsia lips for him. Banana bun, neck exposed. Lingerie: black lace thong, garters, stockings. Freshly shaved pussy ready. Heels, Guerlain scent. No turning back.
The Approach
Spot him easy. Taller than pics. Hands meet, caress. Natural spark. No ice to break. Arm in arm to Argentine restaurant. Cozy, candles, tango pics. Packed with dancers. Our table overlooks floor. He slips off my coat, hands on bare shoulders. Shiver races to my ass crack. ‘Like tango, Luna?’ ‘Yes, but I’m bad.’ ‘I’ll teach you. Erotic as fuck.’
Wine flows. Feet tangle under table. Hands brush. I stroke wine glass like cock. Suck his finger. Lips wet, hungry. Tension crackles. ‘Surprise for you.’ He whispers hot in ear: ‘I want to fuck you like a bitch, cover you in cum.’ Pussy floods. He gifts geisha balls. Zebra striped, heavy. ‘Trade for your panties.’ Heart slams. Toilets: thong off, soaked. Slide them in. Stairs up: waves of pleasure hit. Balls roll inside, teasing walls.
Back at table, foot on his hard cock. Press. He sniffs my thong openly. ‘You’re dripping.’ Tango starts: La Cumparsita, for us. He drags me to floor. No panties, balls shifting. Panic, thrill. His leg grinds my clit. Music vibrates them like a vibrator. Almost collapse. Pro dancers Anita, Silvio watch. Corner shadows: his hands on tits, ass. I stroke him. Fingers on clit through dress. Boom—orgasm rips me. Muffled scream, nails in his arms. Legs shake. First public cum. World spins.
The Instant
Anita, Silvio join table. ‘Thanks for the show. Come for drinks?’ Gabriel agrees. No choice. Her arms around me walking. Lips on mine. Pussy stirs again. Their home: tango art, nude pics in hall. Silvio behind: hands on tits, pulls them out. Fingers find shaved pussy, geisha balls. I grind back on his long dick. Kiss deep. Dress drops.
Salon: Gabriel nude, thick curved cock. Anita in stockings, sucking him deep. Jealous sting. Silvio eats me out, yanks balls free. Gush. 69 with Anita: her wet pussy tastes sweet. Tongue her clit. She cries in Spanish. Condoms on. Silvio slams in. Deep. I scream. Gabriel fucks Anita. Then her ass: ‘Me encanta por el culo!’ She howls orgasm. Silvio pulls out, sprays my pussy. Gabriel cums on her ass. Anita fingers my ass—explosion. Multiple orgasms. Body quakes. Second night peak. Exhausted bliss.
Shower, goodbye. Gabriel drops me home, tender kiss. Sleep deep. Morning: third cum, fingering sore pussy, dreaming his load on me. Jizzed without his cock inside. Innocence gone. Horizons wide. We’ll meet again.
