Surrendered in the Pantry: My Raw Threesome with Enguerrand

My phone buzzed again in my pocket. Enguerrand’s last message: ‘Get here now. Village house. No games.’ Days of dirty chats, his commands making me drip. I was his ‘prisoner’ by choice, riding shotgun to his countryside estate. Adrenaline pumped. First real touch after screens. No dinner bullshit. Straight to it.

We rolled into the village at dusk. His crew—three ripped guys, his knights—eyed me like meat. Dinner in the big hall. Laughter boomed. Servants poured ale. That blonde bombshell waitress, curves spilling from her top, shot me hungry looks. I knew her type. Knew she’d play. Enguerrand sat brooding by the fire, cock hard under his jeans from watching me all day. His buddies got wasted, groping girls, passing out slumped.

The Approach

I slipped away. Kitchen first. Empty. Then the pantry door ajar. Perfect. I pulled her in—the blonde, tits heaving. Lips crashed. Her dress ripped open. Full, round breasts begged. I sucked a nipple hard. She moaned. Door creaked. Him. Enguerrand. Eyes locked on us. I held her tight, kissed deeper. ‘Watch, my lord,’ I purred. ‘See her wet for us.’ Hiked her skirt. Naked underneath. Bald-ish blonde bush, lips swollen.

Fingers trailed her belly. Dipped low. She bucked. I spread her thighs wide for him. ‘Look at this hot cunt.’ Tongue flicked her clit. She laughed, writhed on the wood table amid veggies crashing. Pots rattled. Urgent. My phone vibrated—ignored. His cologne hit me finally, musky, mixed with sweat. Intoxicating. I stripped. Tits out, nipples stiff. Fingers plunged her hole. She screamed yes.

‘Want his cock?’ She nodded, gasping. Pushed her to him. She knelt. Unzipped. His thick shaft sprang free. Months he’d jerked to me solo. Now her hot mouth engulfed him. Slurping wet. I watched, smirking. She bobbed frantic. He grabbed hair, fucked her face. Growls. I dropped low. She dove into my pussy, tongue wild. Ass up. He eyed it. Gland teased her crack. Slid into her soaked slit easy. Table shook.

The Explosion

‘He’s fucking you deep?’ ‘Yes! So big!’ I flipped her on back. Guided his slick dick back in. Straddled her face. Her tongue lapped my clit, then ass. Rimjob heaven. I ground down. He pounded slow, eyes on my tits bouncing. Raised her legs. Swapped to her tight ass. Inch by inch. She howled into my hole. I fingered myself, three deep, moaning. Close. So close.

She came first, thrashing. He pulled out, hosed her pussy lips with thick ropes. Cum dripped. I scooped it, mixed with her juice. Licked clean. Eyes on him. ‘Tastes good, lord. Love cum. Maybe yours alone someday.’ He groaned. Door shadow—his buddy Eudes, drunk, stumbles off.

The Disappearance: I stood. Dressed quick. No cuddle. Back to stranger. Wiped lips. Smiled cool. ‘Night, lord.’ Slipped out. Phone buzzed—next chat? His spell broken. Me? Already craving more hunts.