I work as an EDF agent, and that day, my boss sends me to the suburbs of Lyon to check out a shack that a client. I take the TCL bus to La Guillotière, a red-light district of Lyon. When I get there, I take out my phone, launch Google Maps, and in five minutes, I find myself crossing a city that reeks of testosterone. Guys hang out at the bottom of the towers, hoods up, cigarettes in their mouths, and their predatory gaze scans me from top to bottom. I end up leaving the city and land in front of a shabby house, stuck between council blocks, the owner, a 60-year-old, opens the door for me, slippers on his feet, goofy smile. He gives me a disgusting coffee, and I pretend to be interested in his neighborhood stories to lighten the mood. I barely set foot in this cutthroat place when two guys, the ones who had already checked me out on the way there, spot me. They call out to me straight away, their voices hoarse, their tone dry. I greet them, polite but nervous, and they signal me to come closer. I do so, my throat dry. “Hello gentlemen,” I blurt out, a little stiff. “Fuck, you’re dressed up!” the first one laughs. “That’s what the job wants,” I reply, playing the innocent. I quickly take a look at them: Amin, the Arab, 25 years old max, dark skin, piercing eyes that pierce you, close-cropped hair, lean but nervous body under his gray jogging suit. César, the black guy, in his thirties, stockier, ultra-short frizzy hair, thick moustache, full lips, shiny ebony skin. My gaze falls in spite of myself on their crotches. Amin is a fucking obscene bulge: a thick, long cock that draws a perfect arc in his pants, resting on massive balls that stretch the fabric to the limit. Cesar, more discreet but not to be outdone, shows off a heavy package, an enormous glans that bulges his tracksuit on the left, balls that hang like ripe plums. No underwear for these two, that's clear, their cocks are free, ready to pounce. I look up, but too late. Amin catches my eye, a vicious smile stretches his lips. He holds out his hand: "I'm Amin." "And I'm Cesar," adds the black guy. We shake hands, and suddenly, Amin pulls me towards him. My body hits his, and I feel his cock, stiff as a broomstick, stand up under his jogging pants, a burning bar that presses against my thigh. "That's what you want, huh?" he whispers in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. “Yeah,” I stammer, my voice shaking, already at his mercy. He releases me, laughing. “A real bitch, that guy!” he calls to Cesar. “Are we going to your place?” his buddy suggests. “Yeah, follow us from a distance,” Amin orders. I nod obediently and watch them walk away, their muscular asses rolling under their pants.They enter a filthy tower, I follow them, discreetly. In the elevator, the atmosphere is electric. The space is narrow, their bodies brush against mine, their smells of sweat and male intoxicate me. Amin presses 5, and during the climb, I feel their breaths on the back of my neck, their gazes undressing me. I am prey, and damn, it makes me hard as never before. On the fifth floor, they guide me into a shabby apartment, the door slammed behind us. Cesar pushes me to my knees without ceremony, Amin pulls down his jogging pants with a sharp jerk, releasing a soft but already imposing cock, light brown, veined, with balls like ostrich eggs. Cesar presses my mouth on it, and Amin grabs my head with both hands, forcing me to swallow it. His cock swells directly in my throat, lengthens, thickens, spreading my jaw to the point of pain. Cesar takes out his, black, curved, 20 cm of heavy flesh with a huge pink glans, and jerks off while watching. He puts a hand on my skull, sets the pace, turns me into a cock pump. They pass me from one to the other, Amin fucks my face while Cesar caresses my head like a dog, then vice versa. Their cocks are monsters: Amin's, so thick that my fingers don't touch around it, a veined trunk, dark brown balls hanging low; Cesar's, long, curved, with hairy black balls and this oversized glans that hits my palate. They fuck my mouth deep throat, alternating slaps and insults. "You're a good cocksucker, slut!" Amin growls as he shoves a soft cock into my face. Cesar pounds me, his balls slapping against my chin, and Amin spanks my face: “Admit that you love my big cock, you little whore!” “Fuck, yes, I love it!” I moan between two assaults. After ten minutes, Amin comes behind me, rips off my pants, revealing my smooth and rounded ass. “Give your ass, now!” he orders. He spits a big slobber on my hole, fingers me brutally with two fingers, widening my anus still virgin from the day. “I’m going to blow her pussy!” he shouts to Cesar, who approves: “Go on, fuck me!” Without a condom, Amin shoves me in one hard stroke, his monstrous cock ripping me apart, his balls pressed against my buttocks, his hairy pubis scratching my skin. He grabs my hips and pounds me, while Cesar continues to fuck my mouth. I'm impaled on both sides, a real dual-purpose slut. Amin files me like a jackhammer, his muscular thighs slapping against my ass, his hoarse grunts punctuating his thrusts. "This whore loves cock, her pussy is so good!" he bellows. Cesar tears my throat apart, his 8 inches making me drool like a fountain.A few minutes later, Amin flips me onto the cold tiles, stuffs me even harder, then gives way to Cesar. The black guy shoves his cock in me i ...

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