Cock Hungry Abroad

The bass from the club pulsed through my veins, each beat a reminder that I was alive in so many more ways than the old me knew possible.

Paul flashed through my mind for a brief moment, but it only came with a sense of fondness; we had each other in many ways, but this? This was mine. Besides, he wasn't going to help me with this at his business meetings. A girl had to make choices.

And make them I did.

Dawn was home and had every emergency number, including mine, if she needed me. I could afford to really enjoy where I was now.

Paris is far away from the constraints of my life back home. My friends had dragged me out, their excitement infectious as they pulled me into the vibrant night. We laughed, drank, and danced, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something--maybe even someone--was missing from it all.

Lisa had been the first to say it. "Okay, girls, we've all got lives back home, but this is Paris; we owe it to ourselves to have the best experience we can get. Nothing held back!"

Of course, I had nodded at the time; it was perfect with what I had planned. Soon, the others agreed as well, and it was settled.

"Oh my God! We could take a page or two out of that lady's book, you know, the one with the blog?" Sophie shrieked.

"Slutty Wife Anonymous?" Leah asked, and I paused. They have been following my adventures, too.

It was nice to see I had some supporters. Maybe being slutty isn't all that bad.

"That's the one!"

"Oh, she is good!"

"Ever seen it, Ashley?"

They turned to me, and I shook my head, all my willpower stuck on hiding my smile. It all felt good. Very good.

"Oh, you have to; she's one wild babe; she gets me going every time. You'd be surprised what you could do with a bit of confidence and a big fuck you to the world."

They had no idea.

With that, it was decided, and we all agreed that what happened in Paris would stay in Paris.

Everything took a different turn from there.

We had decided to visit a bar close to where we were staying just to get a feel for the area. Sophie was a bit more honest.

"--jumping on the first man to wink my way."

"Sophie!"

"Oh please, French men can get it."

I couldn't say I didn't agree with her.

I scanned the room, my eyes landing on two men standing by the bar. They were tall, with dark hair that fell just right and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through me. They noticed me looking and gave a subtle nod, their lips curling into knowing smiles. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a familiar thrill course through me.

"Go talk to them," Sophie whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin. "They're checking you out."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. This was it, the moment I'd been waiting for. I needed this. I deserved this. With a deep breath, I made my way over to the bar, my heels clicking on the polished floor.

"Bonsoir," I greeted them, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

"Bonsoir, mademoiselle," one of them replied, his French accent sending shivers down my spine. "We were hoping you might join us."

His friend grinned, leaning in slightly. "You look like someone who knows how to have a good time."

I smiled, feeling a rush of confidence. "Maybe I do. It's Ashley by the way, if this is going how I think it's going."

They exchanged a glance, and I could see the challenge in their eyes. "Well, Ashley, perhaps we could show you a better time," the first man said, his hand brushing lightly against my arm. The touch was electric, and I felt myself leaning into it.

"Maybe you could," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Within minutes, we were outside the cool night air, a stark contrast to the heat of the club. They led me to a sleek black car, opening the door for me with impeccable manners. As we drove through the city, the lights blurred around us, and I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me. This was it, the beginning of another forbidden fantasy.

Their apartment was elegant, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the moonlight. The moment the door closed behind us, they turned to me, their expressions hungry.

"Take off your dress," the first man commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Without hesitation, I did as he asked, unzipping the back of my dress and letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in just my bra and panties, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Beautiful," the second man murmured, stepping closer. His hands slid up my arms, his touch firm yet gentle. "Tell us what you want, Ashley."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "I want... everything," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "I want it all."

He smirked, his fingers tracing the edge of my bra. "Then let's give you everything," he said, his voice filled with promise.

In an instant, both men were upon me, their hands roaming my body, their lips finding mine. The second man kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as the first man's hands moved down to cup my ass, lifting me slightly. I wrapped my legs around him, my breath catching as he pressed me against the wall. Our bodies aligned perfectly.

"Touch yourself," the first man ordered, his voice rough with desire. "Show us how much you want this."

My fingers trembled as I reached down, slipping between my legs. I could feel how wet I was, how ready I was for them. I moaned into the kiss, my hips grinding against his hand as he circled my clit with his thumb.

"Good girl," the second man praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let's make you beg for it."

With that, he pulled away, leaving me panting for breath. The first man stepped back, too, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly aroused.

"On your knees," he commanded, pointing to the floor.

I obeyed without question, sinking to my knees before them. The second man knelt in front of me, pulling down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He grabbed my head, guiding me towards him.

"Suck it," he ordered, his voice gruff. "And don't stop until I tell you to."

I opened my mouth, taking him inside, my lips wrapping around his shaft. I felt him twitch in response, his hands tightening in my hair as he began to move. I focused on the rhythm, my tongue swirling around him as I took him deeper. He groaned, his pleasure evident, and I felt a surge of pride.

Behind me, I felt the first man unbuckling his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He pushed my panties aside, his fingers teasing my entrance. I gasped around the second man's cock, my body arching as the first man's fingers slipped inside me.

"So tight," he muttered, his fingers curling inside me. "You're going to be so good for us, aren't you?"

I nodded, unable to speak as I continued to suck the second man's cock, my body humming with need. The first man added another finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

"Look at her," the second man said, his voice filled with admiration. "She's perfect."

The first man released my hips, standing up to remove his pants. I watched as he revealed his hard cock, the sight making my mouth water. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind me.

"Ready for more?" he asked, his voice dark with lust.

I nodded again, my body trembling with anticipation. He didn't wait for a verbal response, lining himself up and pushing inside me. I cried out; the sensation was overwhelming; my body stretched and filled in ways I'd only ever dreamed of.

The second man gripped my hair, guiding me back onto his cock as the first man began to thrust inside me. I moaned around him, my body caught between the two of them, my senses overloaded.

"Fuck, she's amazing," the first man grunted, his thrusts growing harder, deeper.

The second man chuckled, his hand sliding down to tease my nipple. "Beg for it, Ashley. Beg for us to keep going."

I looked up at him, my eyes wide with desperation. "Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, don't stop. I need this. I need you."

He smiled, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "That's what we wanted to hear."

The apartment was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the room. If I wasn't being fucked from both sides, I would have the time to appreciate how good it all looked.

Soon, they took a break to give me a moment to rest. That didn't last long.

The men, Jean-Luc and Marc, took charge, one of them pulling me closer to him as he whispered in my ear. "You like this, oui?" His accent made every word sound like a caress. I nodded, unable to form words as my body trembled with anticipation.

He kissed down my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, my body begging for more. I arched into him, my hands fisting in his hair as he continued his slow descent. He traced his tongue along the curve of my shoulder, then lightly bit down, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

"Beg for it," Marc commanded, his voice thick with desire. I hesitated for a moment. The words caught in my throat. But the look in his eyes told me there would be no turning back. I needed this. I craved this.

"Please," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I need more."

He smirked, clearly pleased with my response. "Good girl," he murmured before his mouth found mine in a searing kiss. His tongue thrust into my mouth, exploring every inch as if claiming me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his muscular back, feeling every ridge and valley of his skin.

His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. But he wasn't done teasing me yet. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my earlobe, biting it gently before whispering, "Not yet, ma chérie. First, we explore."

I nodded, too engrossed in the sensations to argue. He guided me to the bed, where the other man waited, a predatory gleam in his eyes. They positioned me on the edge of the mattress, one of them kneeling before me while the other stood behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders.

Jean-Luc, kneeling before me, looked up, his gaze dark and intense. "Spread your legs for me," he ordered, his voice commanding. I obeyed, my legs trembling as they parted. He leaned in, his breath hot against my inner thighs as he kissed his way up toward my core. When he reached my sensitive flesh, he paused, his tongue darting out to taste me. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as his tongue swirled around my clit.

I could hear the wet sounds of his mouth on me, the slurping noises mingling with my ragged breaths. My hands went to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as I tried to pull him closer, but he resisted, teasing me with short, shallow licks. "Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Don't stop."

At my plea, he relented, his tongue delving deeper, fucking my entrance with long, languid strokes. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the need for release clawing at my insides. "More," I groaned, my hips bucking against his face. "Right there, don't stop!"

He complied, his tongue moving faster, harder, as he focused all his attention on pleasuring me. I could feel the orgasm building, rising like a tidal wave inside me. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he sucked hard on my clit, and I screamed, my body convulsing as ecstasy tore through me.

But they weren't done with me yet. As soon as my climax subsided, Jean-Luc pressed his cock against my entrance, sliding in slowly, filling me completely. I gasped, my body still hypersensitive from my orgasm. He began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, hitting all the right spots. I could feel Marc on the bed shifting position, his mouth finding my nipple, sucking and biting as he pleasured me.

I could feel him slide a bit of lube up my ass, and I knew what was coming. I had thought of it since I started all this. I wondered what it would be like, and now I was going to find out.

I was going to take them both. I felt him lube me up, and then I heard the sounds as he stroked his length with the liquid. His solid frame pressed against me, and with a slow push, he pressed against me.

"Oh, just do it gently. I want it, but I'm new."

"You have my word, Ashley. Just let us please you."

The sensation of being filled in two places at once was overwhelming, my body thrumming with pleasure. I could feel the pressure building again, the need for release gnawing at me. "Oh God! Harder," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Fuck me harder, please!"

They obliged, both men increasing their pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. I could feel myself slipping over the edge again, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. "Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed, my body tensing as another orgasm ripped through me, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

As my body started to calm, Marc withdrew, leaving me momentarily empty. Before I could even catch my breath, he flipped me over, positioning me on all fours. "Time for the main event," he growled, his voice rough with desire. I could feel his cock pressing against me once more, but this time, something different was happening.

I felt the second man move into position behind me, his cock nudging against my asshole again. Panic flared briefly in my mind. I had them both just now, but from this angle, they were really going to drive into me.

I tried to phrase my words, but my fear was quickly extinguished by the sheer intensity of my arousal. "Do it," I urged, my voice shaking with excitement. "I want you both, now."

With a swift, practiced motion, they entered me, one in each hole. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me breathless. They began to move in unison, their thrusts perfectly timed, each stroke driving me closer to the brink.

"Oh God," I cried, my voice breaking. "So full, it's too much, I can't-"

"You can," the man behind me assured, his voice a low rumble. "And you will."

As if to prove his point, they increased their pace, their cocks pistoning in and out of me with relentless fervor. I could feel my body tightening, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. "Please, I need to come," I begged, my voice desperate. "Let me come, please!"

"Not yet," the other man said, his voice dripping with authority. "First, you beg."

I hesitated, the humiliation adding to the twisted pleasure coursing through me. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please, I need to come. Make me come, please!"

"Louder," the first man demanded, his thrusts growing rougher, more forceful.

"Please! Oh God, please make me come!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. "I need it, I need it so bad!"

At my plea, they changed their rhythm, their movements becoming more focused, more precise. I could feel the orgasm coiling inside me, ready to burst free at any moment. "That's it," the man behind me whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Come for us, mon amour."

With one final, powerful thrust, they brought me to the edge and held me there, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "Now!" I screamed, my body shuddering as the orgasm tore through me, waves of ecstasy washing over me in a blinding rush.

As I came, my body convulsed, muscles clenching around their cocks as I rode out the waves of pleasure. They continued to thrust into me, milking every last drop of sensation until I was utterly spent, my body limp and trembling.

They pulled out of me, leaving me panting on the bed, my body glistening with sweat. The man who had been behind me leaned down, kissing me softly on the cheek. "Bien," he murmured, his voice tender. "You were perfect."

I could only nod, too exhausted to speak. But as I lay there, catching my breath, I knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.

***

The sun had barely begun to tint the sky with its soft morning light when I found myself once again in the plush, king-sized bed of Jean-Luc and Marc, the two French men who had unlocked a part of me I didn't even know existed. Their apartment was a blend of modern elegance and old-world charm, and as I lay between them, I could feel the warmth of their bodies radiating into mine.

Jean-Luc was on his back, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. His skin glistened slightly with a sheen of sweat, and his dark hair was tousled in a way that made him look both dangerous and utterly irresistible. Marc was still asleep, his arm draped over my waist, his fingers lazily tracing small circles against my hip bone.

I shifted slightly, easing myself out from under Marc's touch, and leaned over Jean-Luc. His lips were parted just enough to reveal the tip of his tongue, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste him. I pressed my mouth to him gently at first, but as his lips began to move in response, I deepened the kiss. His hand came up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I felt a rush of heat course through me.

"Bonjour, ma belle," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with sleep.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. "Good morning," I replied, my voice low and husky.

His grin widened, and he tugged on my hair again, guiding my face down to his neck. I nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, inhaling deeply the scent of him--a heady mix of cologne, sweat, and something uniquely masculine. My lips traveled down his throat, kissing and nibbling along the way until I reached the sensitive spot just below his ear. He groaned softly, his hips shifting beneath me, and I knew he was already hard.

Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his length, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. His cock was warm and firm in my grasp, and I marveled at how easily I'd slipped back into this role, this persona of a woman unafraid to take what she wanted.

"Such a good boy," I whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the head of his cock. "So eager for more."

He grunted in approval, his hand tightening in my hair. "You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you since last night," he said, his voice rough with desire.

"Mmm, I think I have a pretty good idea," I replied, my lips brushing against the underside of his shaft as I spoke. I took him into my mouth, sucking lightly as I worked my way down his length, feeling him twitch and pulse with every movement.

Marc stirred beside us, groaning as he rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, and he watched me for a moment before reaching down to cup my cheek. "Enjoying yourself, ma chérie?"

"Very much so," I replied, looking up at him with a smile as I continued to suck on Jean-Luc's cock. Marc's gaze followed my movements, his erection pressing insistently against his boxers.

"Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding. I hesitated for only a second before releasing Jean-Luc with a wet pop and crawling up to straddle Marc's thighs. He wasted no time in slipping his hands beneath my shirt, his fingers skating up my sides to tease the undersides of my breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. "So fucking perfect."

I moaned, arching my back to give him better access. "Please, Marc," I begged, my voice broken by need. "Touch me."

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under my bra to pinch my nipples roughly. "What do you want, Ashley? Tell me."

"I want... I want you inside me," I gasped, grinding my hips against his hardness. "Both of you. Please."

Jean-Luc growled from behind me, his hands moving to grip my ass. "We'll give you whatever you want, ma belle," he said, his voice dripping with promise. "But you have to earn it."

I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation. "What do I have to do?"

Marc sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me down onto his lap. "Beg for it," he commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding. "Beg for your pleasure."

I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and heavy, and I knew I wouldn't last long. "Please, Marc," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I need you. I need you both. Fuck me. Use me. Please."

He thrust up into me then, filling me in one swift motion, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. Jean-Luc moved behind me, his hand slipping between my legs to rub my clit, and I nearly came undone right there.

"That's it, ma chérie," Marc murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Take it. Take everything we have to give."

I nodded, my vision swimming with lust as I rode Marc's cock, my hips meeting his thrusts with a desperate fervor. Jean-Luc's fingers moved faster, circling and pressing against my clit until I was teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My muscles clenched around Marc's cock, milking him for every drop of pleasure, and he groaned, his release coming shortly after.

Jean-Luc slid his fingers from my pussy, replacing them with his cock in one smooth motion. I gasped, my body still humming from my climax, as he pushed into me, filling me completely.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his hips snapping against mine with relentless precision. "Take it all, ma belle. Feel how good it is."

I did. God, I did. The sensation of being filled and stretched beyond capacity was almost too much to bear, but I reveled in it; my senses heightened to an almost painful degree.

Marc leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Tell me what you want, Ashley," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Tell me how bad you need this."

"I want... I want to be yours," I panted, my words broken by the force of Jean-Luc's thrusts. "I want to be used, fucked, consumed. Make me yours. Please."

"With pleasure," Marc replied, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he bit down lightly. "We'll make you ours, Ashley. Every inch, every drop. You'll never forget this."

Jean-Luc groaned deeply, his hands moving to grip my shoulders as I pleasured him. The sounds of our mingled breaths filled the room, along with the wet slurping noises of both men filling me up.

Afterward, we lay together on the bed, our bodies entangled in the afterglow of our passion. Marc reached over and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

I smiled, my heart pounding with excitement. There was so much more I wanted to explore with them, so many boundaries I wanted to push. And they were more than willing to help me do just that.

***

I could feel the soft, velvety texture of the bed beneath me as I lay there, my body still humming with the residual warmth of our recent activities. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of cutlery and the rustle of food being served. Jean-Luc and Marc had been gentle, almost tender, in their most recent round of teasing, making me feel cherished and desired in ways I hadn't expected.

"You are an interesting woman, Ashley," Jean-Luc said, his voice low and sultry as he leaned over to pass me a plate. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe I am," I replied, taking the plate from him. "But then again, beautiful men like you definitely count for something." My cheeks flushed with heat, but I held his gaze, daring him to challenge me further.

Marc chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "She has spirit, this one," he said, lifting his glass in a mock toast. "To new experiences."

We ate in companionable silence for a while, the taste of the rich French cuisine mingling with the lingering flavors of desire on my tongue. Each bite seemed to heighten my senses, making me acutely aware of every nuance in the room--the soft rustle of silk against skin, the faint scent of cologne and sweat, the distant hum of city life outside.

As we finished our meal, Marc leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Ready for more?"

I shivered at his touch, my body already responding to his proximity. Before I could answer, Jean-Luc stood up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I have an idea," he said, his tone playful but commanding. He moved swiftly, grabbing a length of silk from somewhere in the room and returning to where I sat.

"Relax," Marc murmured, his hands smoothing down my shoulders as Jean-Luc began to tie the silk around my wrists. I felt a thrill of anticipation course through me, the cool fabric contrasting with the heat of my skin. With practiced ease, Jean-Luc secured my hands to the bedposts, ensuring I was comfortably restrained but not too tight.

"Beautiful," he murmured, trailing a finger along my arm. He then gently blindfolded me, the world going dark except for the muffled sounds around me. I heard the rustle of clothing and the faint click of a drawer opening. A moment later, I felt a warm, vibrating pressure against my inner thigh.

"Jean-Luc," I gasped, my breath hitching as the vibrator made contact with my most sensitive areas. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Tell us what you want, Ashley," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

I bit my lip, trying to focus through the waves of pleasure coursing through me. "More," I managed to whisper. "Please, more."

The vibrator intensified, moving in slow, deliberate circles that made my entire body throb with need. I could hear Marc's ragged breaths beside me, his presence adding to the electric tension in the room. "Yes, that's it," Jean-Luc moaned, his voice rough with lust. "Feel it, mon doux cœur."

I arched my back, my hips thrusting upwards instinctively as the vibrator hit just the right spot. Pleasure exploded within me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "Jean-Luc," I whimpered, my voice breaking as I came undone, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

But they weren't done with me yet. As the aftershocks subsided, I felt hands on either side of me, lifting me effortlessly. Marc's strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me steady as Jean-Luc positioned himself behind me. I gasped as I felt him enter me from behind, his cock sliding into my drenched folds with ease.

"Wrap your legs around me," Marc instructed, his voice gruff with need. I obeyed, feeling the delicious friction as both men began to move in sync. The sensation of being sandwiched between them, held so close and secure, sent another wave of arousal coursing through me.

"Oh God," I moaned, my head falling back against Marc's shoulder as Jean-Luc pumped into me from behind. His rhythm was steady and relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the brink once more. "Harder," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. "Please, harder."

Jean-Luc complied, his strokes becoming deeper and more forceful. I could feel my second orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me. "Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Marc's grip tightened on my waist, his breathing becoming more erratic. "Let go, ma belle," he whispered against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Cum for us."

With those words, I shattered. My entire body convulsed, my walls clenching tightly around Jean-Luc as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. I screamed, the sound blending with their groans of pleasure as they reached their peaks, filling me with their release.

Exhausted, I sagged in Marc's arms, my body trembling with the aftermath of such intense pleasure. Jean-Luc slowly pulled out, his fingers trailing softly down my back as he kissed my neck tenderly. "Did you enjoy that, ma cher?" he asked, his voice still husky with satisfaction.

"Very much," I breathed, turning my head to meet his gaze. "What else do you have planned for me?"

"Let's play a little game," I said with a somewhat tired smile, my eyes twinkled with anticipation. "What happens next is up to me."

Jean-Luc and Marc exchanged a glance, their curiosity piqued. They nodded in agreement, their trust evident in the way they leaned back.

I retrieved two silk blindfolds from the nightstand drawer, the fabric soft and luxurious against my fingertips. With a slow, deliberate motion, I placed one over each man's eyes, ensuring they were snug but not too tight. Their breaths came a little faster as the darkness took them.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, their legs spread wide, I took a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Jean-Luc and Marc, both men of commanding presence, now reduced to eager, waiting bodies. Their cocks stood erect, stiff, and pulsing with anticipation, begging for attention.

I began by tracing lazy circles around Jean-Luc's nipple with my fingertip, feeling it harden beneath my touch. He inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I moved lower, brushing my fingers along the length of his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from him. His head tilted back, a low groan escaping his lips as I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing gently.

Next, I turned my attention to Marc, who sat a few inches away. I knelt between his legs, leaning in close so he could feel my breath on his skin. With a teasing smile, I licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, savoring the taste of his precum. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more contact, but I pulled back just enough to keep him craving.

I continued, alternating between the two men. One minute, my hand was stroking Jean-Luc's length; the next, my mouth was enveloping Marc's tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. Their moans filled the room, a mix of pleasure that only spurred me on.

"Such good boys," I murmured, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're going to make me very happy."

With that, I decided to switch gears. Rising to my feet, I positioned myself behind Jean-Luc, straddling his thighs. My hands gripped his hips as I slowly lowered myself onto him, taking him deep inside me in one smooth motion. He gasped. The sensation after the prolonged tease almost too much to bear.

I rode him hard, my movements fluid and desperate. Each thrust was set up perfectly with my rhythm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel Marc's gaze on us, though the blindfold made it impossible for him to see anything. It was an intoxicating thought--knowing he was there, wanting, waiting.

"Marc," I called out, my voice breathless. "Come here."

He moved without hesitation, kneeling behind me. His hands find my hips, guiding me as he positions himself at my entrance. With a quick, powerful thrust, he joined Jean-Luc inside me, completing things once more.

The sensation was overwhelming--two cocks stretching me in ways I never imagined possible. I let out a cry of ecstasy. My body trembled with the force of it. Jean-Luc and Marc moved in unison then, their thrusts synchronized to maximize my pleasure.

"Fuck me," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

They responded with even greater intensity, their hands gripping my waist and forcing me down harder on their cocks. I kept grinding my hips against them, desperate to reach my peak.

"Ashley," Jean-Luc groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so damn good."

"So tight," Marc added, his breath hot against my neck. "So perfect."

Their words fueled my desire, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a storm of pleasure threatening to break free. With one final, desperate thrust, I shattered into a million pieces, my orgasm ripping through me with unparalleled force.

My muscles clenched around their cocks, milking them for every last drop of pleasure. Jean-Luc and Marc followed soon after, their bodies shuddering as they spilled inside me. We collapsed together in a heap of sweat and limbs, spent but utterly satisfied.

As we lay there, panting and recovering, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. These men, these beautiful, dominant men, had given me something, exactly what I had thought I was missing at the start of this trip. And in return, I'd given them a time they'd never forget.