I still can’t believe what Hélène pulled off for my birthday. I’m 27 now, and she’s always been the wild one, you know? That girl lives for the rush, the heat between bodies. She texted me last week: « Pack nothing. I’m handling your birthday. Trust me. » So I did. She picked me up blindfolded, giggling like crazy in the car, her perfume—sweet vanilla mixed with something musky—filling the air. The drive felt endless, engine humming under us, her hand squeezing my thigh, nails digging just enough to tease.
We stop. Door creaks open, cool air hits my skin. She guides me inside, whispers hot against my ear, « Happy birthday, slut. Ready to let me take control? » Blindfold rips off. Holy shit—dim room, king bed with black sheets, candles flickering, casting shadows. And there’s this guy. Tall, ripped, early 30s maybe, naked except for a smirk. His cock already half-hard, thick, curving up, veins popping. Smells like fresh soap and faint sweat. Hélène’s behind me, stripping my dress off slow, her breath on my neck. « He’s yours tonight. But I call the shots. »
My heart pounds. « Hélène, what the fuck? » But I’m wet already, pussy throbbing. She laughs low, pushes me forward. « On your knees, birthday girl. » I drop, knees sinking into plush carpet. His cock right there, inches from my face—musky scent hits me, salty pre-cum beading at the tip. I lean in, tongue flicks out, taste him. Salty, warm. He groans deep, « Fuck yeah, » hand tangling in my hair. Hélène’s watching, peeling off her top, tits spilling out—full, nipples hard peaks. « Suck him good. Make it sloppy. »
I do. Lips wrap around his head, sucking hard, tongue swirling the ridge. He thrusts shallow, filling my mouth—gagging me a little, spit dripping down my chin. Wet slurps echo. Hélène kneels beside me, her fingers sliding into my panties, circling my clit. « So soaked already. You love this. » Two fingers plunge in, squelching, stretching me. I moan around his cock, vibrations making him buck. « God, her mouth’s perfect, » he grunts.
She pulls me up. « Bed. Now. » We tumble on sheets—silky cool against hot skin. Hélène straddles my face first, pussy shaved smooth, lips glistening. Smells tangy, aroused. « Eat me while he fucks you. » I dive in, tongue lapping her folds, clit swelling under my lips. She grinds down, juices coating my chin, moaning sharp— »Yes, right there, flick it! » Behind me, his hands grip my hips, cock nudging my entrance. One thrust—deep, splitting me open. I cry out into her pussy, body jolting. He’s huge, stretching every inch, balls slapping my ass with each pound.
Pounding rhythm builds—wet smacks, skin on skin, her gasps mixing with his grunts. Sweat beads on his chest, dripping onto my back, salty taste when I lick her thighs. She leans forward, kissing him sloppy over me, tongues clicking. « Flip her, » Hélène orders. On my back now, legs wide. He slams back in missionary, cock hitting deep, G-spot fireworks. She rides my face harder, thighs quivering. « I’m close—don’t stop! » I suck her clit, fingers digging her ass. She squirts—hot gush flooding my mouth, down my neck, tasting sharp and sweet.
He pulls out, flips me doggy. Hélène under me now, 69-style, tongue on my clit while he re-enters—brutal, hips slamming. « Take it all, » he growls. I’m shaking, building… explode. Pussy clenches his cock, waves crashing, screaming into her pussy. He roars, pulls out, hot cum ropes across my ass, dripping warm. We collapse, panting, tangled—sweat-slick skin sticking, room thick with sex smell.
Hélène kisses my forehead. « Best birthday? » I laugh, wrecked. « Fuck yes. You’re insane. » She grins. « Told you—I run this show. »