Illyria (I)
Miss Illya was a second-year student at the University of Bordeaux, still a little shorter than the average French girl, red-haired, luscious and lovely, and very much in the sights and sights of the opposite sex since high school.
And she is also lively and passionate by nature. France is one of the most romantic countries, and Ilya is a girl who is particularly interested in men. And it just so happens that she is widely popular with men and has great opportunities to make friends of the opposite sex.
Illya’s family is quite wealthy, and her parents’ family is a prominent one, not only in the business world, but also in the political world. She has an older sister and an older brother, is the youngest child of her parents, and grew up because of the lively and lovely and especially favored. There was a tutor, but Illya gradually learned to skillfully avoid the constraints of her parents and siblings.
Perhaps her personality predisposed her to be a girl who was beautiful on the outside, but with a strong desire for debauchery on the inside. When she was only 15, she was seduced by a lawyer, a friend of her father. The man came to his senses afterwards, a little frightened, and begged her for forgiveness and money – but instead, Illya softly comforted him, reassuring him that it didn’t matter.
Because Illya’s first time was not bad, the man was very considerate, Illya was in the sweetness of the lured into bed, a little pain can not cover up the tenderness and excitement, she has been more like a man, like the sex. She will not go to the man — Mr. Pwyyshid trouble, but will occasionally revisit the old dream, once or twice a year to go to the first lover with their own rendezvous.
And also from that point on, Illyria’s private life soon liberalized and she soon had many lovers. Of course, it was her choice, and that person was bound to love her. So, she enjoyed her charming life without the onlookers or her family knowing a thing about it. The public impression is still that of such a lovely and generous petite girl.
After attending university, Ilia left her hometown of Angouleme for Bordeaux, where wine is abundant. Since then, she has become freer and more uninhibited. And she felt her desires expanding, more and more thirsty for sexual fulfillment; instead of being a young girl in high school with a lot of shyness, she had decided to let go, she wanted to be more daring, even if her sluttiness was known.
So she applied at a very exclusive underground nightclub.
Such a beautiful girl, of course, the manager begged for it and promised to pay her very well. Of course, Illya didn’t care, she was supposed to be a golden girl and never lacked money. She didn’t bargain and nodded her head in agreement, she only needed men.
Ilya, a pretty girl just starting college, becomes a nightclub girl.
The following six months, in the underground nightclub psychedelic lights, Ilya in the shuttle. Whether dressed as a youthful young girl, or elegant and noble woman, Ilya is always so beautiful, see her men always side-eye, Ilya exudes a man can not resist the temptation. Melting beauty and temperament in one, decorated with a hundred changes of Ilya, no matter how to change, always pleasing to the eye.
She was soon the most popular call girl, the signature of the nightclub.
The song and dance floor, the lights, in the nightclub if you can meet Illyria, drink with her, dance with her, there is a possibility to go further, take her to the high-class rooms of the nightclub, or other places outside to enjoy her flesh. Not only flesh, but tenderness as well.
Regardless of her origins, as a call girl, Illya was dedicated, she never disliked a guest, in fact once she got past the manager, the guest could have her, she was never picky. She always accepted the needs of her guests and tried her best to fulfill them, giving them a good feeling and enjoying that thrill of being a windbag herself.
Sometimes a youthful young girl, sometimes an elegant and flamboyant woman, Illyria at night, weaving in and out of the crowd, attracted countless gazes.
Sometimes it’s a youthful young girl, sometimes it’s an elegant and flamboyant woman who is taken to a chic hotel room or into a luxurious limousine.
Sometimes a youthful young girl, sometimes an elegant and flamboyant woman, Ilya in front of the guests, always so seductive.
Sometimes a youthful young girl, sometimes an elegant and gorgeous woman, lightly undressed, Illya, who loves the blazing gaze of men at this time the most, again and again, she confirms that she is beautiful and moving.
Sometimes she is a young and beautiful girl, sometimes she is an elegant and noble woman, and her temperament changes under make-up. Illya likes to play different roles to get all kinds of excitement.
She was enjoying herself immensely, and her horny nature was getting a great deal of satisfaction here.
Sometimes it’s a beautiful young girl, shyly observed by a man, her jade-like body stroked and squeezed up and down; sometimes it’s an elegant woman, teasingly undoing her attire one by one, while flirting with a man holding a glass of wine next to her; sometimes it’s a passionate dancer, dancing naked on the floor, repeatedly arousing the interest of a man watching; sometimes it’s a model of great beauty, moving gently on a bed and chair Sometimes it was a model who moved gently on a bed and chair, showing off every fascinating feature of her body…
Illyria (II)
Illyria was getting deeper and deeper into the circle of pleasure seeking, and gradually she was learning more about pornography as well. And she didn’t mind too much about anything as long as she got pleasure, pleasure above all else, as long as she was happy.
Before joining Papes Nightclub, she just enjoyed attracting men and was happy enough to get their eyes. She got bolder and bolder and had many lovers. But she was still shy then, and pretended to be very girlishly reserved unless it was just the two of her and her boyfriend.
Having your boyfriend do it from the front, from behind, or sitting on top of him; these three ways of making love are the most normal, and who wouldn’t be satisfied or dare to ask for something different from the noble and lovely Illya?
But Illya wanted it for herself. She began to seek fresh excitement. She liked a young man she met on the street, whose hands and tongue, very skillful, wandered all over Illya’s body, making her light and full of desire; she also liked the captain of the soccer team at the university, who was strong and robust, and who could pick Illya up and make love to her, in that position, and the sensation of being picked up and penetrated was very exciting.
At the Papez nightclub, Ilya is admired and protected by the manager, Plowman. When the guests want Ilya, Plowman will be for her discretion, feel bad even if the money is very expensive, but also politely refused. Therefore, where Plowman manager to accompany the guests of the task, Ilya has never refused. One is because Ilya does not want to pick the guests, and two is also because Plowman first already have some plans for Ilya. Plowman in the promise of the guests want Ilya’s request, must also tell them, shall not be rude to Ms. Ilya.
Because of this, Illya had never been offended – although she had heard of, and even witnessed, men “violating” women. In nightclubs, she had ventured into the wrong room and seen several stripped women tied up by men; she had also watched in the halls as other well-dressed women were undressed, shackled, and led to the “game room” inside by eager men.
At times like this, Illyria always turned red and ran away. “It’s so humiliating!” She thought, but couldn’t help but think about it, wondering what it would be like?
To thank Plowman for taking care of her and because Illya likes the man, she takes it upon herself to ask Plowman out on a date, treats him to a meal at the Grand Hotel, and then leads him to a room that has already been booked.
What a romantic evening.
The two flirted for a long time before Plowman carried Illyria to the bed. Lightly touching this flesh that he usually just admired, embracing her tightly and possessing her. Illyria tasted better than expected, and even an old hand like Plaumann, who had been in the game for a long time, found it very enjoyable.
Time was limited and Plowman had to hurry back, he dressed while still admiring the nude body of the delicate girl on the bed. Illya was smiling, and she was content. On his way out, Plaumann went up to hug Illya again, caressing her lips, squeezing her breasts, then sliding his fingers down the female body to touch her shy spot, and his gaze lingered there. It was moistened there, red and wintry, love juices oozing out mixed with the cum that had just shot into it.
For the sake of cleanliness, Illya used to shave her pubic hair there every one or two days, either by herself or by having a man shave it off, which also made her beautiful pussy thoroughly visible and tantalizing.
Plowman touched Illya’s shy spot, sticking up a finger of liquid, a mixture of a woman’s love juice and a man’s semen: “Illya, why don’t you want a man to wear a condom?”
“I like the feeling of being shot inside.”
“That’s not good.”
“I like it.”
“No way. Next time you must let a man wear it, and all the time in the future, to make it a habit.”
“Then you yourself are still–shooting, in, me–in, face.” Illyria wrapped her arms around Plowman and whimpered.
Plowman was momentarily speechless. He could only say, “I usually take very good care of myself.”
Illyria smiled like she was winning and said, “But I still like it. Of course, I will listen to you to pay more attention.” Then she added: “Mr. Plowman always takes care of me. But I don’t want to be protected like that.”
“What?”
“I mean, I joined Papes because I was looking for excitement. I’m a horny girl and I want excitement, especially!”
“You…”
“Please, just introduce me to good men! Of course, just ones that aren’t too dangerous! Sometimes a little danger feels more exciting instead.”
“Illya…”
“Mr. P, Law, and Mann, do you see what I mean?” Illyria gave a winking smile.
Plowman made a knowing, but not quite agreeable expression and said: ”Understood. But Miss, as a woman, you still need to know how to protect yourself. This is my eleven years in this business advice. However, your request, I will fulfill. Perhaps you can meet the boss of our group–Mr. Harry Farnese.” Then, Plowman straightened her costume and went out of the room, locking the door behind her.
Illyria pulled over a thin quilt to half cover her naked body, and continued to lie down leisurely while thinking: too many missed classes, credits affected, how to make up for it?
Illyria (III)
Another weekend, Ilya, a current girl at the University of Bordeaux and the flower of the Papez nightclub, gets into a limousine.
The limousine drove her forty kilometers through beautiful scenery by the sea to the bottom of a hill. The car stopped and the bodyguard took Illyria up the hill, the driver going back on his own.
The exterior of the villa on the hill was not glamorous and not very noticeable, but it covered quite a large area, and the architecture was a bit like a medieval chateau, so it seemed quite interesting.
Entering the courtyard gate and walking through the gardens to this castle-like building, the housekeeper went to inform Mr. Halifarnes, and the bodyguard motioned for Illyria to take a seat on the sofa.
Halifarnes came down the stairs and greeted Illyria. Illyria was surprised, not realizing that Mr. Halifarnes was so young, probably only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, whereas she had previously expected a middle-aged man or even an old man.
Mr. Halifarnes was polite and courteous — even when talking about erotic topics. Ilya thought that “sleek but not sleazy” probably meant someone like Mr. Halifarnes!
Illyria had come here to meet Halifarnes; to spend the night with Halifarnes, to put it plainly. So now she was a little shy and nervous, because after all, she was a stranger, and a little curious, because she didn’t know what he would do with her.
Harry Farnes was in no hurry, and the two of them watched the sunset in the garden, had dinner, and then went to the top of the “Chateau” to sit down and have a glass of brandy.
“I hear from Plowman that Ms. Illyria enjoys thrill-seeking?”
“Yes… right.” Hearing Halifarnes say that out of the blue, Illya was a little embarrassed.
“There’s something else that Plowman doesn’t know, but I inadvertently found out: you’re the youngest daughter of the Silfontaine family, aren’t you?”
“Ah… you… how do you know?”
“It doesn’t matter, I won’t tell anyone. So let me say it again: it’s an honor to meet you, Illya Sifontaine. Ms. Silfontaine.”
“…” Illya fiddled with her handkerchief. Being made aware of her origins, she was truly ashamed.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s the same famous family, why is it okay for men to be horny and not women? Besides, times are different now.” Harry Farnese comforted. He added: “Don’t worry, Ms. Illya, I will never do anything to harm you.”
“Thanks.” Illyria regained her composure.
She had been used to debauchery for quite some time now, and had prepared herself somewhat for the possibility of being known by her family, and indeed everyone else, should the day ever come.
“Your father and my late father were friends; and I was once favored by your grandfather in Marseilles.” Halifarnes was still explaining.
Illya didn’t want to hear it: “Don’t talk about them! Mr. Halifax, cheers.”
And with that, Harry Farnese stopped the conversation and made a toast.
A little alcohol fueled the lovemaking. Halifarnes picked Illyria up and walked her to the top of the stairs before setting her down, taking her hand and heading for the bedroom.
“Ms. Illyria’s skin is so well maintained.” Halifarnes praised as he undressed Illyria.
Illyria smirked.
“You are beautiful.” Halifarnes took Illyria’s bra off and leaned down to place a kiss to her nipple.
Illyria hummed softly, with flirtation.
“Ms. Illyria–” Halifarnes slipped Illyria’s skirt off and reached up to caress her thighs, the skin snowy white and young.
“Call me Elin.” Illyria twisted her body around to match Halifax’s caresses.
“Yes, Elin, that’s beautiful.” Halifarnes undid his tunic, took off his shoes, and got on the bed as well, continuing to fondle Ilya as he did so.
“Hummel, come on!” Illyria couldn’t stand the gentle stimulation and called Halifarnes’ nickname for him.
“It’s Hemmerfell.” Halifarnes corrected with a grin. While doing so, he slipped his hand into Illyria’s panties to touch her forbidden area.
“I’m going to call Hummel.” Illyria clenched her legs together and both hands over Harry Farnese’s right hand that was violating her private parts as well.
“Okay, well, just call me Hummel. Baby.”
Halifarnes’ right hand continued to move, fingers already probing the inside of Illyria’s secret lips. His left hand was unhurriedly undressing himself.
“Hummel, I want you!” Illyria grew more and more erotic. Her torso continued to writhe, her legs clenched, her winking flesh rubbing against Halifarnes’ hand, her face luscious.
“Elin, you’re so cute! Let me see your whole body!”
Halifarnes told Illyria to take her panties off, and Illyria was quick to do so.
“Do you like having sex in your socks?” Harry Farnese asked.
“Well… not really. It’s all good.” Illya replied.
So Halifarnes took her socks off as well, “I like a fully naked woman.” Halifarnes said with satisfaction.
In front of her eyes is a naked Illyria. Illyria posed with a moving body as she let go of her hands and put her attractive parts on bold display. Halifarnes knew from his touch that Illyria’s pussy had been shaved to a very clean finish, and now he saw her there even more, the mound was high and sharply defined, the skin glistening, while crystal clear love juices moistened the insides and outsides.
Women who are already in love are extraordinarily attractive to men.
Halifarnes pressed toward Illyria’s beautiful flesh, kissing her all over her body, from forehead to toes.
Illyria’s grunts grew higher and higher, her moans more passionate, tempting Halifarnes with passion, but he still kissed her skin very carefully, inch by inch.
Upon placing a long kiss on Illyria’s showy pussy as well, Harry Farnese pulled Illyria over, his cock parting Illyria’s petals from behind, thrusting into her cunt, and beginning to pump from slow to hard.
Illya’s cries of pleasure were absolutely beautiful. Being penetrated in that position, with a man’s object in her vagina, her buttocks facing upwards, and her bare anus being touched and pressed by a man’s fingers, was extraordinarily stimulating for Illyria.
Halifarnes was going to enjoy himself even more, putting the brakes on just as Illyria was about to climax. Before Illyria could pout and show her displeasure, Halifarnes’ prick came up to her mouth, so she dutifully took it in her mouth.
Halifarnes admired Illyria’s pretty face and pressed his hand against her smooth back.
“Okay? Please, make someone happy as hell!” Illyria stopped moving, looking shy and smiling.
“Okay. Elin, you’re so cute!” Halifarnes repeated the words that Illyria never tired of hearing — because she was indeed cute, and loved it when men complimented her on her cuteness.
Illyria was wrenched over again, and Harry Farnese focused on her breasts and pussy in a flurry of sucking and kissing.
Illyria was wrenched over again, her leg pinched and bent up on her toes as Halifax got on her from the side.
Instead, Illyria was again jerked away from her lust-filled pussy by the cock, her body guided into a different position before her cunt was again invaded and penetrated by the man.
Illyria was wrenched over again, her legs pressed close to her playful face, the bare labia of her center mirroring the full red lips, the mouth of her cunt continuing to drip with love juices, opening and closing slightly as if protesting against the man’s constant intrusion and withdrawal.
Illya again felt the strong phallus pushing in and out of her… In the end, even she didn’t know when and in what position she was made to climax and was filled with a large amount of the man’s semen.
Early in the morning, just after dawn, Illyria awoke on top of Halifarnes and felt him stroking her hair. “So happy! Mr. Halifarnes, you are good!” Illyria said. While doing so, she pulled Halifarnes’ hand up again and pressed it against her breast.
“Oh, really?” Harry Farnese asked.
“Really, really happy.”
“But won’t you feel some regret?”
“Why yes! You know very much about making love.”
“I mean, making love in this ordinary way.”
Illyria understood what Halifarnes meant and blushed: “So, can you give me happier feelings?”
Halifarnes asked rhetorically, “Isn’t that what you were expecting when you came to me?”
Illyria blushed even more and said, “Well, do whatever you want, whatever makes me happy.”
“My favorite thing is to make women happy.” Halifarnes said with a smile. Then he got out of bed and put on his pajamas, tying the knot as he said to Illyria, “There are women’s pajamas over there, so put them on as well. We have to go through the hallway and stairs.”
“Okay.” Illyria got out of bed naked and quickly covered her youthful, delicate flesh with her nightgown.
(to be continued)