Paula - the orgy in Paris

Paula - the orgy in ParisA year ago I had to go to Paris for a few days. I took advantage of this to visit my friend, from my youth, whom I had not seen since the 90s of the last century, and who was my younger colleague at the Warsaw gang boss called Twardy. Joasia did not work at Twardy's companies, but she was one of his whores who, like me, at the beginning earned on the comfortable life of our boss by selling their bodies to foreigners in Warsaw hotels.At the time I am writing I was 21 years old but Asia was only 15 years old. She ran away from home in a collapsed village in the north of the country. She spent the night in Warsaw at railway stations and in parks. She earned pennies by sucking off some bashfuls. Then a police patrol became interested in her. Policemen were paid by Twardy. Asia sucked on their dicks and in return they took her to Hard den. She was no longer a virgin. Boss's bodyguards fucked her first, then told her to bathe and repaint. Then it turned out that it was a kind of treasure. A petite blonde with an innocent face and long blonde hair. She was 15 but she looked 14. The boss saw it and saw what treasure he found. He ordered her to be placed in a small apartment in Saska Kepa.I lived nearby and was given the task of civilizing a village girl. I must admit that it was not easy. Her vocabulary, table behavior and hygiene left a lot to be desired. For the first months I thought I would break down. But then it went downhill. The girl liked being elegant and cultural. She had a talent for languages and learned from me to speak French better than Polish. I started to pull her out for student exits. I introduced her as a distant cousin from Rzeszów. She slowly got into the company and began to feel good among people.In the end Twardy invited us to his place. There we took part in the dinner he had for a contractor from Morocco, and then Asia and I went with Moroccan Aziz to his hotel. Then I gave Asia the first lesson in dealing with older men. Admittedly Asia was younger and blonde, but after the first moments Aziz took care of me and Asia first of all watched how an experienced slut can shoot a mature guy into space.It was better the next time. Asia became more active, she was able to use her innocent charm to crank up guys and in 5 months she became an elite whore for the most important guys. She treated me like her older sister all the time.Even after I got married and finished work for the Boss in hotels, remaining his personal phone whore and hooker for his guests, I remained in close contact with Asia. She was already an elegant young girl with a good business sense and at the same time I was a whore by passion.One day in 1990 Asia called and told me she was getting married and leaving for France with her husband. And that, as an example, a married woman breaks off all contacts in Poland. I congratulated her decision and thought that this would end our relationship.It's been years. Three years ago a French woman hooked me up on Facebook. I didn't recognize her, but she introduced herself - it was Asia. She told me that her marriage broke up many years ago but she stayed in France and runs some business. It was only when we met in person during a visit to France that she confessed that she runs a network of luxury tryst houses in Paris, Marseille, Milan and Zurich.She told how after a divorce with her husband for some time she worked in a travel agency in Paris, but one time she met a Russian businessman from Moscow who recognized her from meetings at the Victoria Hotel in Warsaw. They spent some time together, even became his livelihood in Paris and then offered her the creation of a "startup" consisting in organizing a luxurious home where normal women could meet with men who want sex and do not want to use prostitutes.It turned out that the format brought from Moscow worked in Paris and Asia's interests were developing very well.Several times during my visits to this city I used Asia's shrines and I must admit I was always satisfied.During her visit in August 2018, Asia was very excited. When we sat on the balcony in the evening near her villa near Paris with glasses of red wine, Asia asked: "can you stay with me for the weekend? Of course," I replied. Just one phone call to my husband that my business talks are prolonged, and why? "Listen, Asia answered. I am organizing an orgy on Saturday at the request of several guys from Moscow. They invite men and I have to bring twenty women from Paris. And I think it would be fun if you were too. I didn't know what to say. In Warsaw, the agency where I go on duty, Russians often come in a few guys, but in Paris? I don't know, I said. What will happen if someone meets me? Come on, Asia replied. We'll all have masks there. Then tell me, I asked at what age will the women be? Yes, 30 to 50 years old. You will be the oldest, but you don't have any complexes. I smiled thinking about the success I have during my duties at the escort agency. There are young girls and me. Guys watch us in half corsets with bare breasts, touch our breasts to feel our bodies and usually choose me. Indeed, I have no complexes, I confirmed.Asia has rented a large house in Boulogne-Billancourt. It has two living rooms and a lot of rooms of different sizes. In addition, a huge park around. There are to be about 20 women and probably about 80 men. Local Russians but also French. This kind of party. It starts on Saturday at 21 and lasts until the last intercourse on Sunday. And one more thing. There will also be a woman from Moscow who organizes large orgies there. There will also be waiter and hotel service from Russia.On Saturday we went to Boulogne-Billancourt around noon. Asia had to check everything. It turned out that the preparations were underway. In the salons, catering tables were set up, sofas, poufs in the middle, and beds depending on the size, which I had never seen in my life. Sizes e.g. 4 by 6 meters. In the park between the trees there were both mattresses and tables as well as various fitness equipment which, as it turns out, are great for sophisticated relations.The women had a collection at 7:00. They practically started to gather at 6:00 PM. They were slim, neat, well combed. They all had rather small busts. Russians with women with big breasts at home prefer small boobs in Paris, Asia explained to me with a smile. At 19:30 we were invited to the room. I am Olga introduced herself in French with a clear Russian middle-aged woman. I wanted to tell you how to prepare and behave during a meeting. Remember. You came here voluntarily, you can still leave but if you stay you have to do everything that men will demand from you. The purpose of this meeting is the satisfaction of guys so forget about women's rights, gender equality and role identity. Here they are males and you are females whose only goal is their satisfaction.I know that you are young women who like sex but in such fun it is not enough. We don't know who will come, what it will look like, how it will smell. We may not like something. You have to give yourself up. That is why I have prepared for you a special drink based on peyote juice. With the extras being my company secret, it will excite you so much that you will happily take every dick. This cocktail works for about 10 hours. If any of you will need it, there will be a jug with him here. If you want, here is also olive.For the next hour I watched and took part in the preparations that reminded me of the preparations before the ballets ordered at the escort agency. Women, mothers, wives, were getting ready to play like experienced prostitutes.We chose outfits, corsets, stockings, shoes, and necessarily face masks. I felt like at a carnival ball. Well, maybe a little rude.It wasn't until around 9:30 am Olga and Asia appeared in the room and said - gentlemen, ladies. Pushing through the door, we went to the living room and saw a light crowd of guys normally dressed in suits. They stood in groups, had some plates, glasses, a normal evening club meeting.According to Olga's instructions, we dispersed among them by approaching groups of men and establishing conversations. I tried to hear where Russian was spoken and approached a few 40-50 years old men speaking the language. "Drawstwujtie" I greeted them in Russian. They were glad we didn't know that there would be countrymen here. I'm Polish I introduced myself. They were very happy. We started talking in Russian about Paris, about Moscow. I told how I admire the changes in Moscow between the 1980s and the present. They clearly enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the cocktail began to work. I felt my blood flow into my crotch, my clitoris swell, the wet vagina. They also had to see my nipples stiffen because they clearly smiled and one of them, a tall bald 50-year-old put his hand on my back. Maybe we will walk in the garden? He suggested. I answered with pleasure. He let me through very elegantly and then followed me along with his friends. As I mentioned, the house was located in a large parkBehind the bushes on such a meadow, the gentlemen stopped and the bald man grabbed my chest and squeezed it. Give me a bitch you bitch. Will show how much you canThe other Russians, and there were four of them surrounded me. I felt their hands on my breasts, buttocks on my hips. If you want, I asked, breathing deeply. You lie on your back. I heard. I felt deja vu lying on my back and seeing guys unbuttoning their pants and arguing among themselves who would lie down on me first.I closed my eyes and moved for a moment into the distant past when I was lying in a group of guys for the first time, and then, next to sexual excitement, I felt real terror, whether these defects would release me alive from the basement of the Mostowski Palace. Lying with my eyes closed, I waited for the next Russian move. I didn't want to see what they were doing. It excited me that I was a toy for them, that they could do anything with me. I heard their voices, laughs, I heard an eagle owl. In the end I felt that someone parted my legs and after a while I felt like a big cock sinking in my pussy. He had to lean on his arms because the only contact of our bodies were the hips, his cock and my pussy. He entered me very slowly, It was an amazing feeling when I saw nothing but I felt I was possessed. My hips opened up to facilitate the penetration of my femininity. At the same moment I felt my pussy shrink and he filled me with a sudden push. I felt it tear my tense muscles up to the bottom of my womb. I screamed spasmodically and put my legs around his hips. In this way he would lift me up whenever he withdrew a member and hit the grass when he ruthlessly pushed him inside me. It lasted several minutes. He gave me a quick and deep blow and I screamed with pleasure as I opened myself as wide as I could.Before he came back he retreated and I felt that some other man was falling on my feverish body. This one had a much smaller member than its predecessor. He also moved quickly and violently in me but I still had the memory of that pole in my vaginal muscles and I lacked pressure on the walls of my pussy. Fortunately, this lack was compensated by the fact that this Russian laid down on me with his whole body and fucked me pressing me to the ground. He grabbed my chest and squeezed it to the rhythm of the member's thrusts. And he didn't end up in me, he just moved out and gave the place to the third. This in turn had a very fat but short member. It stimulates the vagina very much and quickly brought me to orgasm as he simultaneously stuck his pin in me and bit the nipple of his left breast hard. In spite of my orgasm, he rose from me and never let me down. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a second woman next to me who in turn kneels apart and each of them, after leaving me, sticks into her, flooding her with sperm. Before I could react, I was already covered by another guy, and after a few moves by another. This time I took these cocks without emotions. I knew they wanted to flood this damn woman and I serve as a booster of excitement. Despite this, I did not protest and waited for me to end up sati