Eventful: A Night at the Embassy

 "A Night at the Embassy"

by Noopster

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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“...And finally, I would just like to reiterate that we are so honored to have been invited to the French Embassy in Washington DC on behalf of French Ambassador Phillipe Mercier. It’s been such an incredible experience to share with my Emily in Paris family. Merci beaucoup for the warm welcome and I hope you all like the new season, we put all of our hearts into it.”

The media and staff gathered at the French Embassy clapped for Lily as she passed the microphone back to the host of the evening, who said a few more words before inviting everyone to move to the main hall, where the big party to honor the cast and crew of the show would take place.

Looking stunningly gorgeous in an AZ Factory black skirt and a tight black sweater, her outfit coupled with a sexy pair of black Jimmy Choo pumps, Lily spent the next couple of hours taking photos, shaking hands, talking to people she didn’t know, and being introduced to “esteemed friends” of the Ambassador and his wife from the business and political world. The Emily in Paris star smiled and played along. She was a producer on the show now, and if that had taught her anything it was that you never know when you’re going to need a little push from an “esteemed friend” to get something approved. 

 

More photos and handshakes ensued and Lily’s feet were hurting after a couple of hours of doing the same over and over again. Her co-star Ashley Park was busy being her usual slutty self, shamelessly flirting with every rich man she came across, so there was no one she could actually talk normally to, and all she could think about was how tired she was, and how her husband Charlie had canceled on her at the last minute. She couldn’t help but wonder if that work thing that had come up all of a sudden was just another excuse to get out of doing something important to her; one more in a long list of things he didn’t seem to care about since they’d become husband and wife in the eyes of God.

The one genuinely fun moment in her evening had come when the Ambassador himself asked her to dance. Towering over her petite frame at 6’2, his strong build and rugged good looks were not a common sight in the world of diplomacy or politics, which only made him more appealing as Lily saw him from up close for the first time. Even though his slicked back hair had turned gray and there was a bit of a pouch on the front of his suit, he was still a very attractive man, and all those stories about him dating French movie stars as a young man that Ashley had been telling her about rang true as he led her around the dance floor with that big strong hand of his around her tiny waist. The effect he was having on Lily was so strong that, after a couple of songs, she had to excuse herself. She could already see people around them taking notice, and a newly married woman slow dancing and making eyes at a high diplomat on the dance floor was not the kind of promotion this event was set up for.

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“Lily? Hello? Earth to Lily!”

“Uh, wh-what?” The 32-year-old actress replied. Lost in thought as she blankly washed her hands in the bathroom sink, she hadn’t even registered Ashley coming in, and now she was there, laughing at her in the mirror.

“Jesus, are you okay there? You were like, completely in another world.”

Lily turned the water off and pulled a stick of pink lip gloss from her designer bag. “I just have a lot on my mind right now,” she said, applying a little bit of color to her perfect lips.

“You mean the hot ambassador?”

“Wh-what? No. Why would I be thinking of–”

“Because he’s been flirting with you all night. And you’ve been flirting right back too,” the Korean-american actress chuckled.

“I have not!,” Lily contested, “Neither of us has been flirting, we’ve just been talking, like people do.”

Ashley scoffed. “People who wanna fuck each other.”

“Ashley!” Lily chastised her, putting the lip gloss back in her bag.

“He’s drooling over you and everyone can see it.”

“Well, even if that were the case– and I’m not saying it is– that would be his problem. It has nothing to do with me.”

“Riiight, except that you’re clearly into him too.”

“You’re crazy, Ash, you know that?”

“I might be. No, in fact I probably am, but I can still recognize when two people are horny for each other. And you two, my friend, are very horny for each other. I could practically see the sparks flying when you were dancing together.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t like that at all.” She paused, feeling the weight of Ashely’s accusing gaze on her shoulders before admitting, “He is a very good dancer though.”

“I knew it!” Ashley yelled, and Lily couldn’t hide a guilty smile from the mirror and her best friend. 

“You slut, I knew you had the hots for him! How could you not? He’s tall, rich and handsome, and you looooove men with a French accent.”

“Okay, fine! Maybe I was a little smitten with him. But he’s married, and I am too now , remember?”

“So?”

“What do you mean, ‘So’?”

“Lily, be serious. Are you really going to spend the rest of your life sleeping with Charlie exclusively?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Your whole life, sleeping with one guy, no one else? Every single day for the rest of your life. Nothing but the same, unimpressive dick for the rest of your days?”

“Hey!”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Okay, so he’s kind of small, that’s not the end of the world.”

“You also said he wasn’t very good in bed.”

“He’s… he’s okay.”

“Girl, if you have to finish yourself with a vibrator in the bathroom after you have sex, then he’s not okay.”

“You know, I’m gonna have to stop telling you about my love life if you’re gonna keep using it against me.”

“I’m just trying to get you to live a little before you turn into a sexually frustrated wife trapped in the most boring marriage ever. When else are you gonna get to have a one night stand with a handsome French ambassador? I mean come on, talk about a story to tell your grandchildren.”

Lily couldn’t help but laugh, Ashley had a way of getting into her head.

“So?” Ashley insisted.

“So nothing! I’m not gonna cheat on my husband, are you crazy?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time!”

“We weren’t married back then, and it was only one time.”

“Two times.”

“Alright, two times.”

“With two different guys.”

“Whatever, we’re married now, it’s different.”

Ashley looked straight at Lily, an inquisitive finger on her lips.

“What?” the British-American actress asked, giggling at her friend’s extremely serious expression.

“Would it really be cheating though?”

“Yes it would!”

“Even if Charlie is cool with it?”

“...What?”

“Oh don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about.

“Are you talking about that dream he told me about?”

“Uh, the one where you slept with his friend from College? Yes, I am talking about that.”

“That was just a dream.”

“It wasn’t just a dream, you doofus, it was a fantasy!”  

“It was a weird dream he had.”

“A weird dream where you fucked one of his best friends that he just had to tell you all about. Seriously, Lily, you can’t be this dense. Just last week you were telling me about his search history, and that it was all cucking sites, remember?”

 

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Are you shitting me? Of course it does! What married guy looks at porn and doesn’t clear his search history afterwards? He wanted you to see it, he was sending you a message.”

“I think you’re overthinking this.”

“Girl, he was sending you a message. How else is he gonna tell you he’s into being cucked? You know how weird guys are with that kind of thing. Didn’t you tell me he asked you all kinds of questions about those two guys you fucked while you were daiting him?”

 

“Yeah… he seemed really curious about it”.

“Jealous?”

“No, more like… genuinely interested.”

“Did he ask for any details?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Did he ask about their penis size?”

Lily sighed. “Yes.”

“And what happened after that?”

“We had sex.”

“There you go. Trust me, I knew Charlie was a cuck from the get go.”

“How would you–”

“I’ve been with plenty of cucks. Nothing makes them hornier than to hear about their woman fucking someone else.”

Lily was starting to realize her friend could be right. Had Charlie been trying to tell her he’s into being cucked all this time? She was having trouble coming to grips with it, but everything Ashley had pointed out added up to that conclusion.

“You wanna improve your sex life with your husband? Then go out there and fuck the ambassador tonight. You tell Charlie about it tomorrow and he’ll give you everything he’s got, instead of that weak dick you’ve been getting for the last six months.”

“You’re crazy. Besides, that’s something we should decide together. You know, as a couple.”

“It will be way hotter for him this way. Trust me. When have I ever been wrong about this sort of thing?”

Lily conceded in silence.

“Exactly.”

“I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.”

“Then why are you smiling like that?”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“And now you’re blushing. You can’t stop thinking about that French baguette now, huh? Girl, you could not be any more obvious.”

“Okay, fine!” Lily said out loud, a hand on her forehead as if the subject of the conversation was giving her a headache, “I’ll admit the thought of it is tempting, but–”

Ashley started clapping excitedly. “You just let me take care of it.”

“Ashley, wait, I didn’t say I was going to!”

“Just wait for my signal!” the Korean actress shouted as she dashed out of the bathroom.

“Ashley, come back here!” Lily said, but her crazy best friend had already disappeared into the crowd of elegantly dressed guests and the army of tray-carrying waiters taking care of them. She tried looking for her, but had no choice but to give up the pursuit when she was soon pulled into a conversation with a couple of Netflix executives she had no way of avoiding. 

The party went on, and Lily was still unsure if Ashley had done anything yet, or if she had just been trying to freak her out. Her ploy had worked regardless, but now that Lily had had some time to think about it, she was convinced that not even Ashley would be crazy enough to proposition the French Ambassador on her behalf during a promotional event in his own residence, surrounded by dozens of guests and his wife. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself and finally started to relax. Ashley had obviously been messing with her, it was so obvious now that she felt silly for falling for it, even for a second. Right then she saw the Ambassador approaching with his wife on his arm, and she stood up straight and sighed with relief, getting ready to make polite conversation with a diplomat as one of the producers of the show, instead of whatever ridiculous fantasy Ashley had somehow managed to put in her head before. 

“Enjoying yourself, Mrs. Collins?” the Ambassador said.

 

“Yes, this is all lovely. Thank you so much to both of you for having all of us.”

“Oh, I apologize, this is Marie, my wife.”

An enchanting woman in her forties, with auburn hair and a strapless gold dress that most women her age would not dare try to pull off, shook Lily’s hand. “My husband and I are big fans of your show.” 

“Oh, thank you so much.”

“Him a little more than me, to be honest,” she said with a smirk before leaning closer and whispering,  “I think he’s got a bit of a crush on you.”

Marciel laughed heartily. “Can you blame me, dear?” 

“I certainly cannot,” his wife said, caressing Lily’s cheek with the back of her hand as if it were a precious, coveted object, “You are even more stunning in person, dear.”

“The face of an angel!” the Ambassador added.

“Oh, well… thank you, I’m flattered,” Lily said, unable to keep herself from blushing.

The 52-year-old man moved closer, wrapping his big arm around Lily’s small shoulders. “I’ve always had great taste in women, as you can see,” he said, nodding towards his wife.

“Oh, he’s such a charmer!” the woman laughed.

Lily laughed nervously, her face red as a tomato as the man’s hand traveled down to her waist. “Yes, I’ve certainly noticed that.” 

“The way the two of you were dancing earlier…” the woman continued, completely unbothered by the suggestive manner with which her husband was touching Lily, “I was starting to feel a little jealous until your friend told me you’re a happily married woman.”

Lily’s smile went away for just a fraction of a second before the professional in her brought it back. “Your husband is a lovely dancer,” she said, respectfully.

“I don’t mean to be intrusive,” the Ambassador began to say, his arm now firmly wrapped around Lily’s waist, pulling her closer, “but your friend Ashley mentioned your new husband couldn’t make it tonight.”

“Yeah, he had a work… thing he couldn’t skip,” Lily said, visibly nervous about the people around them watching.

“That’s a shame.” The Ambassador’s wife sounded purposely unconvincing. “Ashley is so funny, isn’t she? We had a very interesting conversation just now.”

“Did you really?” Lily replied, the color leaving her face now. Looking over the ambassador’s shoulder she saw Ashley smirking from behind a champagne glass. She met Lily’s eyes, raised the glass, and winked at her before taking a sip and disappearing into the crowd again.

“I hope I’m not out of line here, but she told us some very interesting things about you and your husband.”

“My– my husband?”

“I hope you don’t mind, I only mention it because it seems that Philippe and I might share some common interests with you two.”

“Oh! Um… you… shouldn’t take Ashley seriously,” Lily laughed nervously, “She jokes a lot and–”

“Of course, of course. We love American humor, don’t we, Phillipe?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied, distracted with the feel of Lily’s chiseled abs under the thin fabric of her top.

“Mrs. Marciel, I think there might be a misunderstanding here. Whatever it was that Ashley told you, I can assure you she wasn’t serious.”

“Of course, dear, it’s nothing serious. That’s what makes it so fun.”

She saw the woman smirk and Lily jumped in place when the Ambassador’s hand moved swiftly down her bottom. “I’m.. not sure what we’re talking about here,” she said, trying not to make a big deal of it as she reached back and moved his hand up.

“Oh dear, you’re so enchanting!” Marie said, laughing as if Lily had just said something really funny. “I’m sorry, but I must excuse myself now. I promised Senator Robbins I would give him a tour of the residence. Phillipe, why don’t you show our guest your collection of film memorabilia? As someone who’s dedicated her life to movies, I’m sure she would love to see it.”

“Oh, that’s alright, really, I wouldn’t want to–” The Ambassador put his hand on Lily’s butt again, and gave it a quick but strong squeeze this time. She froze, her eyes darting left and right to see if any of the guests had noticed, but they were none the wiser.  “--keep him from the party,” she finally said, stiff as a board.  

“I’m sure the guests can entertain themselves for a little while,” Marie said. She shook Lily’s hand again and kissed her on the cheek. “A pleasure meeting you, dear.”

“Y–yes, it was a pleasure,” Lily replied with the Ambassador’s hand still cupping her bottom.

“Have fun you two,” the strange woman said as she walked away, and Lily was left standing there in shock with the Ambassador’s fingers digging into the soft flesh of her butt cheek.

“Shall we?” he said, starting to push her forward ever so slightly, as if he’d taken for granted she was going to say yes. 

“Ambassador Marciel, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” she said, looking back over her shoulder, the party continuing without them, getting further and further away as he led her down a hallway.

“Don’t worry, my dear, we won’t take long. Unless you want us to.”

“No, but what I mean is that–”

“Is this your first time?”

“My– what?” she said, confused by the question and the fact that her feet kept moving her forward. 

“Without your husband.”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking me.” She was also not sure why she was still allowing him to lead her down the hallway. He wasn’t pushing her, there was nothing forceful about his hand on her butt, aside from the fact that it was there in the first place, just an expectation of compliance that she couldn’t seem to dispel.

“It’s a big step. I understand why you’re nervous. My wife and I, we didn’t learn to experiment until much later in our marriage.”

“Ambassador, I–”

“Please, call me Phillipe,” he said as they turned the corner and arrived at the man’s office. “I’m positive you will enjoy my collection. It’s right through here.”

Lily stopped when he opened the door, and she looked inside, knowing that if she went through there would be no going back. “Ambas– Phillipe,” she corrected herself, “I’m truly flattered but I think we should get back to the party. People might be wondering where we are.”

The diplomat turned to face her, the hand on her ass pulling her close to him. “Are you sure? I’d love to show you the camera Godard gifted me.”

“That sounds… lovely,” she meekly replied, her body trembling with doubt.

He grabbed her hand, “We’re alone now,” his thumb brushing against the gold ring on her finger, “Your friend Ashley said that your husband’s collection is… unimpressive.” He took her hand and she offered no resistance as he placed it on the front of his pants, where his growing erection twitched at her touch. “As a life-long cinephile, let me assure you that mine is spectacular.”  Lily looked into his eyes, his thick cock twitching again under her palm, and her fingers instinctively curled around it to better grasp and judge the size of his piece. He was right, of course, as much as she loved her husband, he wasn’t satisfying her in bed, and it had become a source of constant frustration for her. She needed this badly, every cell in her body was telling her so. “Are you sure that…” she started to say, making sure there was no one coming as she gripped his hardening cock through his pants just a little tighter, “...they won’t notice we’re gone?”

“My wife and I are known for our hospitality and discretion.” The ambassador turned away from her and stepped into the office before stopping and turning to offer her his hand again. “No one will miss us.”

Lily took another look across the hallway. She could hear the faint music and the sound of people laughing in the background. ‘What’s the harm?’ she thought, ‘Would it really be so bad if I did this? If Ashley is wrong, I will never do it again, he will never know. And if she’s right…’ Lily bit her lip, the endless possibilities of that outcome making her feel so wet and excited. 

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Her heels clacked as the Ambassador led her into the dark room. “Oh wow,” she said once he turned on the light, looking at the bookcases and shelves surrounding his desk, all of them full of movie props, old cameras, film reels, and photos taken with the cream of the crop of French cinema.

“Wow, there’s so much stuff in here. You really are a–” 

The Ambassador pulled her close, startling her as he began to kiss her and grope her ass. “Oohmm…” she moaned as he pushed her against a bookcase, his hands loose and wild, grabbing, squeezing and pawing at every part of her delicious form; tight and muscular in all the right places, yet also soft and plump where it matters the most. “Slow down, Phillipe, maybe we should–”

“Call me Ambassador,” he said before shoving his tongue in her mouth. “Ohh, okay, Ambassador,” Lily squealed as he groped her chest with such need that she was afraid he was going to rip her clothes right off. She whimpered as he pulled her hair into a ponytail with one hand and pulled her head back so he had complete access to her neck, while the other hand grabbed at her skirt. “Your friend told me that you haven’t been fucked properly in quite some time,” he said before pulling it down so forcibly that she heard it rip before it fell to the floor. 

“I– She’s right,” she admitted, biting her lip and taken aback by his sudden intensity. It had been far too long since a man had dominated her so easily, and the feeling was intoxicating. As soon as it was around her ankles his hand was cupping her warm mound, her pussy already so wet  that he could feel it dripping and pulsing with need through her pantyhose. “You dirty, cheating, Hollywood slut,” he said with a wicked smile, and pulled the nylon until it tore between his fingers. Lily gasped, holding on tight to the wooden shelf as he finished ripping her pantyhose open, the name he’d called her bouncing around in her head. “What did you just call me?” she said, stopping his hand before it could reach her wet lips.

“Dirty, cheating, Hollywood Slut,” he repeated, staring defiantly into her eyes, taking his time with each syllable, making sure to enunciate and sound them out for maximum effect. Lily opened her mouth, but no words came out, her hand shaking as it held on to the Ambassador’s wrist. And then suddenly she let go of him and sank to her knees, desperately trying to free his cock from his pants until she finally succeeded in unclasping the belt and pulling the zipper down. “You liked that name, huh?” The Ambassador said as her hand dove into his briefs and pulled out his throbbing shaft, swallowing half the length of his cock without skipping a beat. Amazed at how easily she had accepted her role and how desperate she was for it, he leaned forward against the bookcase and pushed his hips forward, groaning loudly as the tip reached the back of her throat. 

Being called a slut after so many years and especially by such an important man, had triggered something in Lily, a burning hot desire compelling her to do things she’d never do with her husband. In that office there was no need to act like a proper woman, a decent wife; she was free and delighted to gag on that thick French dick over and over again like a wanton slut, to become whatever that man wanted her to be. With a hand buried between her thighs, she used the other one to pull her sweater and bra over her small breasts, the sloshing sound of her fingers furiously fucking her pussy almost as loud as the gurgling coming from her throat, so lost in the fantasy she was finally getting to live that she didn’t even care about the thick spit wetting her bunched up sweater, or the Ambassador stepping on her expensive and now ripped designer skirt. 

“Look at you, so pretty and elegant out there, but in here you’re just like all the other whores, aren’t you?” Lily looked up, her eyes watering as she choked on his manhood. “Aren’t you?!” he said louder, pushing her head back against the bookshelf and letting his wet cock rest on her chin and lips. “Y–yes,” Lily panted before she started to lick her own spit from around his shaft, her hand still busy rubbing her swollen clit as he continued to insult her, “All you Hollywood sluts are the same. You get all dolled up to come here and act so prim and precious. You love to be around royals and diplomats because it makes you feel special, better than you really are,” He said, slapping Lily’s tongue with his cock as she obediently kept sticking it out for him, dipping two fingers in her pussy and looking away in shame as he berated her some more, “But I know deep down you’re all whores. Expensive ones, but whores nonetheless.” He held the back of her head and pushed himself all the way down her throat until he heard Lily make a “GAWK” sound, then he pulled out quickly and did the same thing again, loving the sound of the pretty actress with the brainless show choking on his meat until he allowed her to breathe again. Lily nodded and took it like a champ, but on the fourth try he pinned her head against the bookshelf, getting so deep that she gagged violently, wetting her discarded skirt with a sticky wad of spit as she tried to catch her breath. “What’s that, what are you trying to say, Mrs. Collins?”

Lily coughed some more and instinctively grabbed his cock again, her wedding ring coated with spit and pussy juice now. She pulled the foreskin back and kissed the bulbous head before she finally managed to get enough air to speak. “Are you–” she coughed again, “Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

He smiled and lifted her to her feet with ease, pulling her spit-stained sweater and bra over her head so he could maul those perky, pale tits with both hands while Lily grabbed his big cock and stroked it. “Tell me,” he said, pinning her against the bookcase again, massaging her breasts with both hands, “Are you gonna go home and tell your brand new husband I fucked you, or are you gonna keep it a secret?” Lily moaned as he probed her with two fingers, pushing up into her while he kissed and sucked on her neck. She looked down at her hand, her ringed finger wrapped around another man’s cock. She had not felt that turned on in so long. “I.. I don’t know,” she admitted, and in response the Ambassador squeezed harder, causing the pointy pink nipple to rise due to the pressure and meet his tongue. “I want you to tell him,” he said before wrapping her lips around the nipple, and Lily closed her eyes, rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet labia. “I want him to know he married a shameless Hollywood slut.”

As if those weren’t words but bolts of lightning, Lily’s body shook with desire and she jumped into his arms, guiding his head inside of her as he held her up by the thighs. “Then fuck me already,” she said before pulling his face close so she could kiss him as he pushed deep inside of her. “Oh, Ambassador, you’re so big and thick…” The newly married actress moaned in his mouth, kissing him desperately, as if he was the love of her life and not someone she’d just met a couple of hours prior, melting into his embrace, eagerly matching the growing intensity of his thrusts with her hips. There was something stabbing her in the back as he pushed her against the bookcase, she thought it might be a plaque or a portrait, but she didn’t care , the only stabbing that mattered was the Ambassador’s cock going in and out of her, his big strong hands gripping her ass, and the thought of Charlie at home, completely unaware of another man, a smarter, more powerful man with a bigger cock fucking his wife’s brains out. 

The Ambassador let go, making Lily hold herself up there, grasping on to him with her arms and legs, impaled by his cock as he grabbed hold of the bookcase and fucked her harder and faster that way. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh FUUUUCK!” she moaned on his shoulder, books, pictures and statuettes falling off the shelves, raining down on them as she cried out in pleasure, gushing all over the man’s cock. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she whimpered as her petite frame trembled and he held her again, buried deep inside of her as her pussy spasmed and squeezed him, and her freshly manicured fingernails dug into his back. 

“Oh God, oh my God…” she sighed as he dropped her to her feet. 

“Where’s your phone?” he said, more of a demand than an actual question.

“Wh–what? My–”

“Give it to me.”

Still coming down from her orgasm, it took Lily a moment before she remembered, “It’s in my bag, over there,” she finally said, not even thinking of asking why as she stumbled to his desk and pulled it out of her designer bag. The Ambassador moved behind her and pinned her between him and the desk. “Turn the camera on,” he commanded, and Lily looked back at him with flushed cheeks as he made her spread her shaking legs wider. “B–but–” He pushed her down and lined up with her dripping wet pussy. “Do as I say, I want your husband to see what kind of woman he married.” 

Lily gasped as he filled her insides again, one hand holding on to the desk, the other struggling with the phone until he took it from her. There was no hesitation as the Ambassador turned the recording on and buried himself deep as he placed her phone in an empty mug, no doubt in his mind she wanted it just as much as he did. “Now say ‘hi’ to your husband,” he smirked, starting to slowly fuck the Emily in Paris star from behind.

“Owww… Ambassador…” Lily whimpered, looking at herself on the phone screen. His thrusts quickly ramped up in speed and intensity, and soon he was giving it to her rough, her face pressed against the sandalwood, the sound of glasses and fountain pens rattling in place. “OH G–G—GOD,” she cried out, her screams echoing off of the walls, alternating between looking straight at the phone and closing her eyes in shame as he furiously thrusted into her, but still pushing back and impaling herself even more on the thick cock that was stretching her tight and unfaithful pussy open.

“Tell him, tell your husband you love to be fucked like this!” 

“I– I LOVE IT!” the gorgeous actress cried out, slamming her plump ass back against him as he continued to fuck her at a furious pace. If not for the party’s music, her moans and screams would’ve been heard in every single room of that big house, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that he was fucking her like she wished her husband could. “YES, YES, YES, DON’T STOP!” she moaned hoarsely as his fingers tangled themselves in her hair, pulling her head to the side as he pummeled her, baring her neck to his teeth. “Oh, Ambassador, oh my God!” Her arm snaked back over his neck, encouraging him as he bit down on her soft skin. 

“Tell your husband this is why you came here tonight.”

"Oh yes, yes, yes!, I wanted this… I… I needed this!" she moaned, giving a guilty look to the lens right before he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her body tightly against his. “OH YES, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP,” she kept moaning through clenched teeth, loving the feeling of a real man’s cock stretching and pounding her mercilessly. Mercier grabbed the phone and held it up to her face, “What is your husband’s name?” he asked, making sure to capture Lily’s delighted expression and her small tits bouncing on her chest after every powerful push.

“Ch–Charlie,” Lily quickly replied, panting.

“Charlie, I’m about to finish inside your whore of a wife,” the Ambassador said to the camera, “No condom. Isn’t that right, Lily?”

“Oh God, oh my God!” was all she could say over the violent sound of his body crashing against hers.

“Tell him! Tell your husband you're taking another man’s cock completely raw.”

“I– I didn’t think–AHH!” 

Marciel shut her up with two more brutal thrusts and then he exploded, blasting a hefty load of cum up into her, holding her trembling body in place until her pussy was overflowing. “Yeah, yeah, take it all in, take all of it, you Hollywood slut,” he whispered in her ear, not willing to pull apart until he was completely empty. 

Lily slumped over the desk again after he let go, whimpering something unintelligible as warm cum began to drip down her thigh. Without stopping the recording, Marciel finally pulled out and spun her around again. Lily smiled for the camera, her face was flushed and sweaty, two thick and dark streaks of mascara running down her cheeks and her shiny brown hair all tangled and messy, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, making sure to capture all the unrestrained passion with which she kissed him back. Aware and delighted by the phone pointed at her, she even went so far as to bite and pull on his lower lip before the kiss finally ended.

“Oh my God… that was… amazing,” Lily said as he finally let her go. With a hand on her bare chest, feeling her heart thumping violently as she tried to catch her breath, she looked down at the crumpled mess of wet and dirty clothes that had been her fancy outfit just a few minutes ago. “Oh God, how am I gonna get out of here now?” 

“We’re not done,” the Ambassador said, pulling his pants up.

“What do you–?”

“I want you to turn for the camera. Slowly,”  he said, still recording her with her own phone.

Lily couldn’t help but smile as she began to follow his command. Completely naked except for her black Jimmy Choos, she paraded her sculptural legs, bubbly butt, and every delicate inch of her smooth, pale as snow and glistening with sweat skin for the camera as the Ambassador addressed her husband directly, “Charlie, I just fucked your beautiful wife. She was delicious.” He took two steps and zoomed right on her creamy, freshly-fucked pussy. “Bend over, show him the souvenir I gave you.”

Lily did as told, giggling and covering her face with her hand as she spread her butt cheek with the other, equally shocked and delighted about how the night had turned out.

“Send it to your husband, he will love it.” The Ambassador told her, giving her the phone back. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.” His tone had changed back to suave and polite. He helped her pick up her clothes.

“You don’t need to apologize, that was… just what I needed.” 

“I must go back to the party now. I am the host after all.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can go back out there looking like this. I should probably head out. Any ideas on how I can do that without, you know, people seeing me?”

“Don’t worry,” he said, covering her small shoulders with his jacket, “Just wait here. Marie will take care of you.”

The door closed and she was left alone with her phone:

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The Ambassador’s personal chauffeur was waiting to take Lily home as she walked out through the service entrance, accompanied by Marciel’s wife. “This is it. Jacques will get you back to your hotel. And don’t worry about any privacy issues. You’re not the first recognizable face to leave through this door.”

“Oh, right. Thank you for your help.” Now that they were outside the building, Lily could see that Marie’s hair looked slightly out of place, and a smudge of red lipstick around the right corner of her lips. “You might want to clean up a little bit before you go back in there,” she said, unable to look the woman in the eyes now that she’d been with her husband.

“Oh,” the Ambassador’s wife smiled, “Thank you for letting me know. Senator Robbins got a little carried away.” She paused to look at the spit stains all over Lily’s sweater, and her husband’s shoe print on the bottom of her skirt. “I’m sure you can relate.” 

“Right,” said Lily, staring at the ground and feeling herself starting to blush again, which Marie seemed to find very funny.

“You are SO adorable! Even more than we had hoped. It was great to finally meet you.”

“Oh, well… thank you, it was my… pleasure,” Lily replied awkwardly, the last word weighing heavy on her tongue as she sounded it out. 

“I’m sure it was, by the looks of it,” Marie chuckled. She leaned forward, and Lily was caught off guard by the woman’s bluntness as the polite goodbye peck on the cheek she’d been expecting turned into a full, open mouth kiss. Lily was stunned but did not pull away, and even though it only lasted for a couple of seconds, it was enough to recognize the taste of another man’s cock in Marie’s mouth.

“Mmmm, you truly are delectable,” the woman said, pulling Lily’s hair behind her cute left ear. “Maybe next time you can bring your husband. I would love to give him a tour.”

“Yeah, I uh, I’ll be sure to let him know that.”

Lily sighed with relief once she was in the backseat. As the car pulled away, her phone buzzed in her hand; it was Charlie. She looked at the screen and a smile crossed her face.

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Fin.