Blowjob Gloryhole at Olympic Village

Blowjob Gloryhole Gets the Gold

This week Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns takes us to the Olympic Village outside Paris. We experience a multicultural bacchanalia of blowjobs. Intrinsically, the delight and debauchery from a blowjob is universal. So with this in mind, I set up an international pervy peace plan to blow the village. After all, the old saying says it takes a village. So let’s see how much pleasure can be milked from this village of international exquisite cocks at the Olympics!

This sexy mistress  got the idea of serving the thick poles of the Olympics after watching Frenchie, Anthony Ammirati, who was disqualified in the pole vault because of his thick pole. Just think international aid project but much more sexy and sticky! There are pop-up massage tents everywhere in the Olympic Village. So, I decided to pop up my own tent and provide some oral massages in a blowjob gloryhole. Unexpectedly, a Frenchie look alike was one of my first visitors and stayed as my security all night!

International Smorgasbord of Delightful Dick

Eventually, the athletic stars came out after night fell and it got quite dark in pockets of the village. Naturally, I gravitate towards a dark and secluded spot at the center of a little city park outside a local train station. Symbolically, I set my tent up outside a huge phallic obelisk sculpture that was penetrating the night sky. Ironically, it was this sculpture that soon led a crowd to my pop up oral massage tent. Of course I’d be lying if I said I did not let a few cherished Olympic hopefuls use my pussy as their personal amuse-bouche. C’est la vie!

Before I knew it, someone cut a slit in the tent of my private blowjob gloryhole booth. Perfectly, this oral engineer cuts an “X” at mouth height to me. As a result, I enterprisingly expand and add a new to-go option over my shoulder. Then, a few prized hopefuls are allowed back to my private booth to amuse my bush. Just as I start to moan when look alike Frenchie’s tongue slips into my pussy, I see a cock breaching my lips from the outside of the tent.

Olympic Blowjob Gloryhole is a Multicultural Delicacy

Soon you hear a grunt along with a thick and veiny black cock pushing through the blowjob gloryhole towards my mouth. However, his veiny dark chocolate dick was too big for that hole! As a result, he tore the white tent a little more to force his bulging cock in. At that point, my red experienced puffy lips DID latch on!  Then, all you hear is my slurping, a rustling tent and a man beg s’il te plaît (PLEASE) suce-le (SUCK IT).  Suddenly, his moan audibly lowers, and a primal echo through the park of oui, oui, oui (YES, YES, YES) is heard! His guttural grunts of ecstasy paired with mine, while cumming together, seem to match the faint sound of jazz wafting out of a bar in the background.

Upon the last volcanic eruption of cock, I pull up my panties and notice a growing warm feeling blanketing my body. Soon I gaze down and realize a few Olympic international cum castoffs painted my black satin panties. It was then, that I found out that my bulging pole vaulter look-alike, Frenchie, is a hot panty perv too. Frenchie offered Mistress Sloane a hefty sum for my yummy cummy panties. In related news, I flew home first class with one LESS pair of black satin panties and a FULLY moisturized cum-soaked MILF/COUGAR rack of 36C titties under my smile! I love the Olympics!

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