Spying on a Scottish Lady’s Threesome Turned Me into Her Fucktoy

Exhausted from the ball, I slip into my nightgown, bed swallowing me whole. Heart still racing from waltzes, that young Duke’s eyes linger in my mind. Then, click—door next door. Voices. Scottish accent, slurred. ‘Bring me champagne, love the chapagne.’ Curiosity bites. I creep to the service door, push velvet curtain, ear to wood.

Silence. Knock. ‘Here, Miss.’ ‘And the boy with petit mignardises?’ My pulse quickens. Who craves bubbly at 3 AM? Scots are wild. Door creaks open—slowly. Peek. There she is: Lady Lindsay, ruby gown hiked, blonde curls pinned with jewels. On knees, sucking the footman Georges’ thick cock. Lips stretched, methodical bobs. He’s in red livery, gripping her hair.

The Approach

Knock again. Slim guy enters—Sébastien, tray in hand. Freezes. Eyes bulge at the blowjob. But his pants tent fast. Bulge swells, long and insistent. Sets tray down, unzips. Out springs his freakish cock—long, thin, veiny white snake. Starts stroking slow. Lindsay ignores him, focused on Georges.

She rises. Georges kisses her neck, unlaces corsage. Boom—huge tits spill out, firm and heavy. He kneads them rough. Sébastien presses behind, nuzzling, hands under skirt. She moans, arches. His long dick slides between her thighs. Georges rubs his fat head on her clit. She cums quick, shuddering.

They drag to bed. Sébastien lies back, she mounts reverse cowgirl, pussy devouring him. Georges kneels, spreads her. Tongue on clit. Then—fuck—presses his thick cock alongside. Double vaginal! She gasps, stretched wide. Slow thrusts, alternating. Her pussy gapes when they pull out, pink and slick.

I can’t breathe. My cunt throbs. Fingers slip under nightie, slick already. Circle clit, dip in. Watching her ride Georges now, ass bouncing. Sébastien’s hot—curly dark hair, aquiline nose. I finger-fuck myself frantic, thighs quaking. Orgasm hits like lightning. Bite lip—moan escapes.

Curtain rustles. Breath hot on my neck. Soft lips on mine. Lindsay. ‘You little dirty voyeuse…’ Champagne flute pressed. ‘Drink.’ Leads me in. Men grin, cocks limp, sipping wine. Naked gods.

The Explosion

She kisses deep, tongues battle. Pushes me down. ‘Know English kiss?’ Legs spread. Hot mouth on my pussy. Tongue dives, flicks clit hood. Fingers probe—hit hymen, back off. Presses my ass. One finger, then two. Bliss. Stars burst.

Sébastien kneels. ‘I’m Sébastien.’ Eyes lock. Lifts my legs. Long cock at my virgin ass. Pushes. Burns, then glides. Inches deep. Kisses me soft. Starts thrusting. Fills me empty-full-empty. I cum screaming. He unloads, hot jets deep.

Pulls out—fart, cum dribbles. Lindsay giggles. She straddles my face. ‘Your turn.’ Pussy musky-sweet, lips puffy. Lick folds, suck clit. She grinds.

Georges behind. Hands lift hips. Guides to pussy? No—my hand blocks. Ass it is. Fat cock rams in, cum-lubed. Pounds brutal. Lindsay cums on my tongue as he floods me.

Men bow out. Dawn crows. I curl with Lindsay. Fart slips—hers too. ‘No romfing!’ Slaps ass. Laugh. Sleep. My prince? Maybe tomorrow. Tonight? Conquered.