Breann’s face shone with a giddy excitement as she stepped from her gate into the JFK airport terminal. The hem of her white, tight-fitting, low-cut floral dress swirled around her knees as she pulled her carry-on bag behind her. Her light brown hair danced on the spaghetti straps of her dress and tanned shoulders. Her dark eyes and sultry smile lit up when she saw me standing there, as promised.

She threw her arms around me, pressing her body against mine while our lips met with a passionate kiss. “I’m so horny,” she said. “I need to fuck you right now,” she added pleadingly, unconcerned that anyone might hear.

“Just how I like you,” I whispered in her ear. “Wet and needy.”

“I’m drenched and desperate, baby,” she confessed. “Please,” she begged, looking up at me, biting her bottom lip.

“Perfect,” I said. “Stay that way. We have a plane to catch.” I took her hand and began leading her through the massive maze toward Terminal One.

“A plane? I just got here. Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” I answered.

I had been away all week on a business trip. Just as I left, I sent her a ticket to JFK to meet me for a surprise long weekend trip. I knew she would assume the weekend would be in New York. My only condition for the trip was that she was to keep herself wet and aroused while we were apart, but was not allowed to climax. My order made her even hornier all week, as I knew it would. We teased each other mercilessly all week through texts, videos, and phone calls. It was finally Friday. She arrived at JFK just as I wanted her, drenched and desperate.

“Paris?” she shouted, as we approached the Air France gate, just as the redeye flight began boarding at nine-thirty. “Are you kidding me? We’re going to Paris?”

“I’m going to fuck you in the Ville d’amour et de Lumières,” I answered.

“Oh, baby, I need to fuck you right now,” she begged.

We boarded the plane and took our seats, an aisle seat and a middle seat. The window seat was vacant. Breann’s energy was a mix of excitement and sheer lust. Her hand reached over to my lap, stroking my cock through my pants as the plane continued to board. My cock instantly responded to her touch, which only encouraged her. She unabashedly took hold of it like a handle as the plane took off.

“I’m going to make you my French rag doll the moment we get to our hotel.”

“Use me. I need you in me, baby.”

The flight began as usual, with the first food service offered with the airline’s customary champagne. After a couple of glasses with some cheese, we were feeling relaxed and aroused. The flight attendants handed out pillows and blankets throughout the plane. Breann looked over at me, finally seeing the possibilities of what she really wanted. She raised the armrest between our seats, opened the blankets to cover us, and nestled in.

As the lights lowered, I reached my hand over to her bare leg. I slowly moved my fingers up, caressing the inside of her thigh, lightly. Teasingly. My strong fingers moved under her dress. She whimpered as my fingers reached the line of her soaked thong. My fingers pushed beneath. Her breathing quickened, waiting all week for my touch. Cold chills instantly covered her body. She let out a gasp.

“Oh, god, you’re going to make me cum.”

I smiled back, knowing that she would love nothing more. The only thing she would get on this flight would be more desperate.

My middle finger moved tortuously slow up the length of her already-drenched folds.

Her legs spread, beggingly. Her clit swelled, as if reaching out to be taken. Her eyes looked at me pleadingly.

I kept my pace, building suspense and anticipation until my finger passed across her swollen button. Her whole body shook. I circled her clit before descending again down the wet, soft valley. My finger plunged into her.

She whimpered again, helpless. 

I started slowly, before gradually increasing the speed and force of my finger fuck. I curled my finger and found her familiar, needy G-spot.  

Her body bucked forcefully in the airplane seat, held in bondage by the belt around her lap.

“You’re mine,” I said.

“Oh fuck, baby. You’re going to take me.” She put her hand to her mouth, ready to scream.

“Not yet, Bre,” I ordered. “You will, but not yet.”

Her dark eyes widened. “Oh, please, baby. Take me.” Her eyes looked at me needily.

“Please, what?” I asked.

“Please, Sir,” she answered, immediately realizing this would be a long, amazing, memorable flight, completely at my mercy. She’d have it no other way.

“Only when I say,” I answered. I glanced at my lap. “Hungry?”

“Ravenous,” she said with a sultry smile. She lowered her head to my lap and pulled the blanket over her. In seconds, my hard cock was freed and down her hungry throat.

“Good girl,” I said. I pushed the button on my armrest and lowered my seat back.

By the time our plane landed seven and a half hours later, Breann was rabid with lust and desperate to be fucked. The red-eye flight alternated between her power naps and my awakening her with merciless edges. The closer we got to Paris, her naps became shorter, her edges longer, and her desperation more intense. She was drenched and had never felt more desperate to be fucked.

“Please take me straight to the hotel and fuck me like a French whore.”

“But what about the sites?” I asked, playfully.

“We’ll come back for them. Fuck me. No limits. I need you in me.”

We got our bags and caught a taxi that took us straight to our small, quaint hotel on Rue de Bièvre in the famed Latin Quarter, near small shops and the Seine River. The ancient, narrow roads were paved with worn cobblestones. The small shops and hotel were classic romantic French architecture. The energy between Breann and me in the cab was electric. We were voracious for what we both believed might be the best fuck of our lives in Ville d’amour et de Lumières.

The cab let us off in front of our hotel. “Bienvenue à Paris. Vous arrivez?” a pretty young woman behind the counter offered.

“Excuse me?”

“Welcome to Paris. Checking in?” she repeated.

“Yes!” Breann answered eagerly.

“I’m sorry, Monsieur et Madame. Your room is not ready. I’m sure you must be tired from your travel. We will have someone clean it right away. Can you come back in a couple of hours?”

“A couple of hours?” Breann whined. “Oh baby, I can’t wait a couple of hours.”

“I’m so sorry, Madame,” the woman behind the counter said. “We will call you as soon as it is ready. Leave your luggage. We deliver it to your room. Maybe enjoy a nice lunch?”

“Oh, baby, please,” Breann cried.

“Thank you very much,” I said. “Please call us as soon as it’s ready.”

I took Breann’s hand and started walking down the thin sidewalk of the narrow cobblestone street, passing by bakeries, cheese shops, clothing stores, and restaurants. Starving artist painters displayed their work. The aroma of bread filled the air.

“Oh baby, I need you in me. Fuck me.”

“You’re my little French slut, aren't you?”

“I’ll be whatever you want. We’re in Paris. Make me your la salope,” she said with her sexy smile. Her eyes glistened with passion. “I'll do anything, Sir.”

I knew she meant it. Seeing her desperation, I stepped into a narrow alley across from a French bakery. Unlike the colorful shop facades on the street, the alley was grey and dirty. She followed me in and stood in front of me, facing the opening of the alley, as people walked by.

“Pull the top of your dress down and get on your knees,” I ordered firmly.

Her eyes widened. “Here?”

“Do it,” I said. “I won’t ask again.”

Her face showed disbelief, even as the familiar sultry smile grew on her face. She dutifully pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders before pulling the top of her dress down until it fell around her hips, completely exposing her tits. Her eyes darted back and forth between mine and the alley opening, watching people walk by and looking at her. Her nipples grew hard, betraying her intense arousal. She lowered herself to her knees before me.

“Good, la salope,” I said. “Show me.”

She reached up, unzipped my pants, and took my cock out. She started licking it like a delicacy. Her dark eyes widened as she looked up at me, hungrily. She took my throbbing cock in her hand before licking it thoroughly with her tongue. Her petite hands slid down to massage my balls as her red painted lips sucked my bulbous head into her mouth, slowly consuming my length for dramatic effect until it disappeared. She turned her face toward the opening of the alley, offering an unhindered show of her exquisite oral skills. She gagged, with a smile and twinkle in her dark eyes.

My cock grew and throbbed, filling her mouth. I took hold of her head with my hands, lacing my strong fingers through her hair, roughly fucking her face like she craved.

Breann closed her lips around me, refusing to let her gag deprive her of the feel of my swelling, thick shaft against her tongue. She was ravenous. She reached both hands around my body, grabbed my ass, and rammed my cock into her mouth like a piston. Thick, viscous saliva poured from her mouth and covered her tits.

It wasn’t long before I felt my first climax growing close.

She felt it too, devouring me even more voraciously.

My back arched. “Fuck!” I cried out as the first thick load shot down her throat. A few people stopped at the opening of the alley as the first waves of cum filled her mouth and flowed down her throat.

Bre didn’t let the volume of cum or the small crowd distract her from taking me in. She gagged again. Cum and saliva escaped her lips, cascading off her chin to her tits below. She slurped up all she could get, loving the feel and taste of my hot, thick cum pouring down her throat.

Without warning, I stepped back, withdrawing my cock from her voracious lips. Streams of thick cum launched to her face and hair.

Breann gathered some on her finger and lifted it to her lips.

“Leave it,” I ordered. I grabbed her left arm and pulled her up to her feet.

Standing up, she glanced past me to see the growing crowd on the street. She felt like a whore. It heightened her arousal and need to be fucked.

Without a word, I turned her around and pinned her wrists against the alley wall.

“Yes!” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

I pulled the back of her dress up, exposing her perfect ass. I spread her feet apart. Her wetness dripped down the inside of her thighs. “Someone’s needy,” I said.

“Please! I need you in me!”

I slapped my cock against her bare ass, teasing her mercilessly.

“Please, fuck me!” She twerked her ass, desperately. “I’m all yours.”

I pressed the head of my cock against the softness of her wet, needy pussy. My left hand reached around and took hold of her nipple. It was hard and sensitive. I captured it between my thumb and fingers. My cock plunged into her.

She screamed. Her back arched. “Fuck, yes! Use me, baby. Fuck me hard!”

The small crowd grew larger. Notre Dame stood majestically behind us, across the river. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance. I was surprised anyone would stop to watch us.

I gradually increased my pace and forcefulness, grasping her hair in my right hand, and pulled it back like she likes. Her pussy was already sloppy from being so wet. I relentlessly pounded her from behind. My right hand moved down to her ass, spanking it as I fucked her. After it turned red, my thumb slid down her line to her back door, before burying itself in her.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed, as her back arched from the double penetration. “You’re going to make me cum! I’m going to cum!” she screamed.

I leaned my body over hers so that my lips touched the back of her ear. “Cum for me, slut,” I whispered. “Be my whore. Cum for me.”

Breann’s body suddenly quaked uncontrollably. She screamed. Her words were unintelligible. A week of pent-up sexual need, teased and edged mercilessly for the last nine hours, led to the biggest climax she had ever experienced. Her head spun with dizziness. Her pussy gushed over my cock as it continued to pound her hard.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Please don’t stop.”

We both felt my cock swell inside her. To her surprise, I pulled my cock out, drenched with her cum. I slid my cock up and slapped it against her back door.

She instantly knew what was coming and wanted it. “Take it. Claim me,” she begged.

I used my fingers to lap up more cum from her pussy, and sopped her hole. With my throbbing head and shaft doused from her climax, I slowly entered her.

Breann’s back bowed, and her legs shook. She gasped, feeling my cock claim her ass, inch by inch, until I disappeared into her.

Beginning slowly, I gradually increased my speed and force to what I knew she needed. I spanked her ass as I fucked her from behind. My hard cock pressed against the thin wall, tormenting her G-spot from behind.

“You’re going to make me cum again,” she screamed.  

“What a needy little slut,” I said. I felt my own next climax growing quickly from the tightness of her ass like a vice cinched around my entire shaft. I reached around and captured her nipple in my hand as I pulled her body up against mine.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.

Our bodies suddenly convulsed together in euphoric bliss. My thick cum filled her ass, lubricating her more for my continued pounding. Her knees buckled. Cum poured down both thighs. Her body quaked uncontrollably. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her up, continuing to drain us both in the dingy Paris alley.

Suddenly, my phone rang, interrupting the moment. Our room was ready.

Her dark eyes twinkled; her face, hair, and tits painted with my seed. Thick cum poured down her legs. She looked sluttier and happier than I had ever seen her. A hungry smile came across her face. “Let’s go,” she said, taking my hand and strutting out of the alley toward the street, without pulling the top of her dress up. “I’m not done being your French whore in the Ville d’amour et de Lumières.”