This is a true story of my 3 month adventure in the South of France. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Little did I know, when I stepped on the Air France flight and made myself comfortable that my summer plans would change drastically and my unquenchable thirst for sex would become so lucrative.
It took twenty minutes for my jaw to reset. My wild summer in France seemed to come crashing down on my 18 year old blond head. Three days after bringing me to her uncles lavish and rarely used Cap Martin Villa, my friend was leaving me for the rest of my three month stay to go off with her 30 year old boyfriend. She assured me that the staff would take care of all my needs and the chauffeur would take me anywhere I wanted to go in the Bentley. She told me I could go and come as I pleased inviting anyone to stay the night or any length of time.
Elise made sure to remind me of the cellar stocked with Dom Perignon and Cristal that was at my disposal. All the champagne I ever wanted distracted me for a few hours I must admit, however, being left alone in the South of France, on my first trip abroad was scary as hell. Not that she would have stayed for me.
"Mon Cherie, his cock is twelve inches and he never tires of fucking me." reasoned Elise.
Gone were the plans we made back home in Oakville, Ontario of erotic threesomes, naked sunbathing and drinking nothing but champagne. Gone was the silly idea of breaking the bank in Monte Carlo, only 20 miles from the villa. Elise assured me that even though we still had a year to go before graduating from high school my enormous breasts and figure would let me pass for twenty five no problem. I hadn't yet discovered that legal age was 18. There I lay, naked in a lounge chair, my pert 38DD's with dime sized nipples standing firm in the warm sun, a droplet of champagne trailing past my 27 inch waist and the rest of the bottle of Dom in a chilled stand beside my 30 inch hips.
"What the fuck am I going to do now?" I asked the pool boy.
"Pardon? Je ne parle pas l'Anglais." he replied staring at my breasts and bare pussy.
What I did for the rest of that week, was lay out naked by the pool drinking champagne and eating fruit. I didn't really feel like eating but the cook insisted, so I convinced her I only ate fruit. By the end of my first week, my blond tresses were even paler, my entire body was tanned and my green eyes seemed to shine like emeralds in contrast to my lightly bronzed skin. Eating nothing but fruit had taken a couple of pounds off my 130 frame.
The housekeeper had been suggesting I go have some fun in Monte Carlo as all young people do and I was getting tired of coming up with excuses. I'd finally agreed to go that night and went to my room to figure out what to wear. I wondered if there was something better than the creme elastic to pull my hair up with and wandered into her uncles room. I looked in the drawers of the vanity and found some beautiful costume jewellery, but nothing for my hair. I opened the closet and found nothing but a few men's clothes. I pulled out a crisp white shirt and closed the door again.
I walked in to what I assumed was the next bedroom and almost fell over. I looked around the room feeling myself get wet with excitement. Pair after pair of five inch Christian Louboutin shoes lined up in colour coded rows. I had a tiny orgasm when I realized they were my size and slid on a pair, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
I felt so sexy, wearing nothing but the heels that made me so tall, my short muscular legs seemed to go on forever. I walked over to the line of dresses and felt the luxurious material. I found a sexy low cut black dress of silk and tossed it over my head. The top was very tight and pushed my breasts together, the material barely covering my nipples, the rest of my breasts on display. I looked like a starlet walking down a red carpet. I'd found my outfit for the evening and discovered a dresser of expensive jewellery. I put on a pair of bezel set diamond earrings and a platinum chain that stopped right at my breasts. I selected a platinum and diamond tennis bracelet and spun before the mirror. I looked like a super sexy very wealthy 23 year old and applied coral lipstick and some eyeliner. I gave my nipples a good hard pinch and smiled at how obvious they were straining against the tight silk. I went searching for a purse and found a silver clutch. I tossed in my lipstick and eyeliner and decided my hair needed that just fucked look and shook it out curling a few strands. I went back to my room and tossed a few hundred dollars worth of francs inside and the phone number for the villa and headed downstairs.
Marisol took one look at me and whistled, she told me that she wouldn't expect me home that night and to have fun.
When Jean Pierre, the chauffeur licked his lips when he saw me, visions of erotic threesomes started dancing in my head once more. I pinched my nipples one last time before getting out of the Bentley and sasheed into Le Grande Casino de Monte Carlo. It was as perfectly impressive as I imagined it to be and I sauntered in with nothing more than some wolfish smiles for security. I wandered around for a half an hour, my confidence soaring with each double take and a few gravity challenged men who walked into tables while watching me. The attention was making me horny and I felt myself getting wet. I gave my nipples another good pinch not caring who saw me and licked my lips.
Moments later a tall handsome brunette was standing beside me handing me a glass of champagne. I was grateful for all those years of acing French because I understood him clearly tell me that I was a Goddess that deserved to be fucked over and over again.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" he inquired.
"Je ne sais même pas encore votre nom." (I don't even know your name yet) I responded.
"Marc et votre nom?" (Marc and your name is)
"Lea."
"Lola"
"No, Lea." I replied quickly.
"Oui, Lolita. Lola en abrégé." "Lolita yes. Lola for short."
"No, Lea." I tried once more.
"Lolita, tu es magnifique, vos seins sont magnifiques, je tiens à les sucer." (Lolita, you are beautiful, your breasts are magnificent, I wish to suck on them.
I tried to look as though men asked to suck on my breasts everyday. "C'est une bonne chose que mon amour seins à être aspiré puis sur." (It is a good thing my breasts love to be sucked on then.)
"J'ai une chambre à l'hôtel de Paris nous?" (I have a room at the Hotel de Paris, shall we.)
"Oui, Marc."
He took my hand and kissed it and then kissed my cleavage. He escorted me out, his hand roaming my back, sliding over my ass.
"Pas de culottes Lolita, comment sexy." (No panties Lolita, how sexy." He replied stopping to caress my ass cheeks.
"Je n'ai jamais porter des culottes, fait toujours plus facile fucking." (I never wear panties, always makes fucking easier."
"J'aime comment vous pensez, vous vous Minx. " (I love how you think you minx you.)
"Meow." I replied and kissed him hard cupping his package in my hand and squeezing.
The second Marc got me in the elevator he tore the top off my dress down sucking violently on my left nipple, turning me on immensely. My large nipples liked it rough, hell I liked my sex rough too. Forget the gentle caresses, I love having my pussy and ass slammed into. The elevator stopped and he grasped both breasts and pulled me along to his room. He stopped in front of a door and dropped down pulling my dress completely off and pushed me against the door. He held my hands above my head and bit down hard on my right nipple making me scream in pleasure. With one hand still pinning me to the door, he deftly undid his pants and guided his enlarged dick right into my pussy and began thrusting hard into me.
He let my hands go to grab my ass and raise me as I locked my legs around him as he fucked me violently. Doors opened upon hearing my screams of pleasure and he didn't stop. A couple from down the hall came out and stood beside us watching. She licked her lips and I came immediately.
"I'm not done with you whore." He said in English and continued fucking my cunt until he exploded inside me. My inner walls spasmed with the force of his hot seed until he pulled out, dropping me to the floor and covering my body in the rest of his cum. As I lay there moaning he opened the hotel door. I tried to sit up but he stopped me.
