New beginnings.

ELARA'S POV. 

I still have no idea how this happened. One moment I was complaining about the leak in my ceilings, the other moment I was walking through the street, enjoying the buzzling city of Paris. And in less than an hour I was having sex with two random French dudes. 

It started when I ducked into a small café to escape the rain. The place was cozy, with steam rising from fresh croissants and the smell of coffee filled the air.Two guys sat at a corner table, chatting in French. They looked up as I shook water from my hair. One had dark curls and a sharp jaw, the other blond with stubble and warm eyes. They smiled and waved me over.

Their names were Luc and Antoine. Luc bought me a coffee, and we talked. My French was rusty, but they switched to English, laughing at my stories about my personal experience in life — bad choices in life. 

We kept talking for hours while the rain pounded outside freely. One thing led to another and the next thing I know, I led both men to a corner. 

It started as kissing. But the next thing, I found myself asking for more. They were fucking strangers, but somehow — today— that didn't bother me. 

I badly wanted to fill the deep hole in my heart. 

Luc pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my bra. Antoine unhooked it, exposing my breasts. He sucked on one nipple, while Luc kissed me deeper, his tongue sliding against mine.

It felt so good, like a spark shooting through my body. 

I moaned softly. “Oh yes.” 

I tugged at their shirts, feeling their chests. Luc's chest was hairy, Antoine's chest was smooth.  I pulled down their pants. Their cocks sprang out. It was thick and hard. 

I gasped, my pussy throbbing, lustful desire destroying any form of strain I had left.  I needed both of them down there. I needed to be fucked like their little slut today. 

Luc's cock was curved up with veins pulsing, Antoine's straight and long. I dropped to my knees on the cool floor. 

My mouth watered. I needed to be mouth–fucked by those cocks. 

I took Luc first, wrapping my lips around his head, sucking slowly, pulling him deeper. 

“Fuck yes,” he moaned loudly, spreading his fingers in my hair. Holding me gently, but firm. He moved my heart forward and backwards, till I had taken his full length. Then spread his legs, and grabbed my head firmly. He started pounding my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat. 

He didn't stop till I was at the verge of passing out. I coughed violently, laughing awkwardly as I gently stroked his thick wet dick. 

Then I switched to Antoine. I opened wide and took him in. I bobbed my head, sucking harder.

He moaned, “That's it, suck me.” 

Saliva dripped down my chin and my jaw ached a little, but the thrill made it worth it. I went back to Luc, alternating. Their cocks filled my mouth one after the other. I felt so dirty and alive.

Finally, they lifted me onto a table, spreading my legs. My panties were soaked already. Luc ripped them off, and Antoine dove in, his tongue lapping at my pussy. He flicked my clit, then pushed inside, fucking me with his mouth. I moaned, grabbing Luc's cock, stroking it fast. 

Antoine kept eating my pussy like a child scared they would take away his cake if he didn't eat it fast. 

I threw my head back, biting down a scream. He finally inserts a finger into my pussy, thrusting in and out gently. Then he added another finger and slowly increased his pace.  

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he moans before placing his tongue on my clit. 

My body trembled violently. The pleasure crashed on me at once. I wanted to scream, but Luc stopped me with a kiss. I hummed into his mouth. 

Finally, Antoine pulled out his fingers and ordered me to lick them. I didn't hesitate. I washed his fingers until every part of his hand was sparkling. 

Luc climbed up, positioning his cock at my entrance. He thrust in deep, filling me completely. I cried out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he pounded my pussy. Each thrust hit deeper. 

“Yes! Fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck my hole. Make me your little slut.”

Antoine stood up, feeding me his dick. I sucked him while Luc pounded my pussy, each slam making me wetter. Juices dripped down my thighs.

They switched. Antoine entered me now, his thrusts rougher, hitting deep spots that made me shake. Luc started sucking my breasts, biting nipples.

“Fuck!” I moaned, holding the wood tightly to steady myself. “Fuck me harder.”

Antoine was damn good. He didn't hold back at all. He kept pounding my innocent pussy. His dick hitting the back of my womb that I feared the force might rip it open. 

I came first, squeezing my pussy around his dick. My hand tightly pressed on my mouth. 

He pulled out, and they both stroked over me. Luc released on my chest. Antoine on my stomach. 

We lay there, panting. 

This was my first day in Paris and this is how it hits off — not like I regretted it.  Having sex with two hot strangers was not on my to-do list. 

None of these was on my to-do list. But they say love can either make you or destroy you — I wish. 

Love didn't just destroy me. It killed me. It buried me. And sent me straight to the abyss. 

My name is Elara and this is my story.