{"id":40733,"date":"2023-07-21T09:28:25","date_gmt":"2023-07-21T07:28:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=40733"},"modified":"2026-02-14T07:51:31","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T06:51:31","slug":"misty-mcguire-revisits-paris-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/misty-mcguire-revisits-paris-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Misty McGuire Revisits Paris &#8211; An Audio Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/z398dygbif.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_z398dygbif seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/z398dygbif\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty McGuire felt a surge of titillation in her chest when she saw Darren, son of Greg, take his seat in the middle of her European History class. He looked like his father\u2014same eyes and nose and controlled verve. He was a quiet student, never making a fuss or causing a disruption.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She quelled the tickling in her chest and began her class.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet\u2019s continue our lesson on the Middle Ages. I have been impressed by your improved grades\u2014some more than others. Maybe I should bump up the difficulty of this class.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The students downed her suggestion with boos. She laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet\u2019s dig in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Over the next fifty minutes, she continued to avoid glancing in Darren\u2019s direction. Images of his father would interrupt her mind, like shooting stars on a crisp black night sky. Again, she forced herself to control the images of Greg, the wild nights in Paris. They were intoxicating. And she wanted more of Greg ever since.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEverything okay, Ms. McGuire?\u201d a student asked when she had been taken away by thoughts of Greg.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, yes. Sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She relaxed a bit when her class ended, and Darren left. She prayed the memories of Greg\u2019s strong body would leave with him. Hopefully.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That evening, she dropped her satchel on the recliner in her living room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGood day or bad, Misty?\u201d her roommate, Brandy, asked from the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHo-hum.\u201d She thought of Greg and Darren and then shuffled them out of her mind. \u201cWhat are your hours tonight?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cEleven to nine. I\u2019ll be home after you leave in the morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty tugged her blond hair into a ponytail. \u201cI\u2019m going to bathe, and I have papers to grade. Uh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cJust toss aside my bras.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty had a languid soak. By the time she dried off her body, Misty was thankfully alone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She sat cross-legged on the floor, at the coffee table, and marked up papers with her red pen. The Game Show Network was only background noise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She had gone through half of the papers when Darren\u2019s paper appeared. The same tickling returned, like it had in class earlier that day. This time, she let herself linger on the image of the boy\u2019s handsome father who had stepped into the infamous Room No. 23.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That night was amazing. She recalled the musk cologne and the hands that moved all over her. Everywhere.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That fateful night, she had already climbed onto Orlando to ride him like a cowgirl. Thinking back, she was surprised that Greg joined them. Yet, in the moment, the whole event had been a blur of lust and excitement and Paris.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIn my ass,\u201d Misty had cooed. She had never before said those words.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Greg had spread her ass, a soft sting. She hissed and whimpered as her body was stretched by the penetration of Greg\u2019s dick and Orlando\u2019s thick wood, which was already in her. Her and the two men found a smooth rhythm. Misty soon realized the firmness of male strength. The men became so obvious in their peak. Orlando began to huff, and Greg grunted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty had given a direct order.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, come on. Finish me now! Don\u2019t hold back, I want it all.\u201d Misty, who had been so timid, had become a commander.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Both men grunted barbarically and finished.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Here now, she pressed her palm against Darren\u2019s paper as if an extension to Greg. She smiled. Greg had rocked her. The memory still caused her to tingle out to her fingertips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Looking at Darren\u2019s paper, Misty noticed that he had clear penmanship\u2014neat and straight. Again, Greg came to mind. His straightforward style\u2014clear in what he wanted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She scanned through his answers quickly, scribbled his score at the top of the page, next to his last name, circled it and put the paper under the stack, far away from her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yet, a deep-seated desire lingered inside. That desire sped her pulsations.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She picked up her phone from the coffee table where she was grading the tests. She decided to do something that may calm her. A text. The screen flicked alive. She rethought her actions. How would she just call him or text him and get the conversation started without being as blunt as \u201cI need a good fuck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On her phone she typed, \u201cAre you at home?\u201d No, too unclear. Deleted it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow have you been lately?\u201d Too casual. Deleted it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou up?\u201d Might be too obvious. Deleted it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI enjoyed our meeting on the trip.\u201d Too emotional. Deleted it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWant to fuck me?\u201d She snickered at typing but quickly deleted it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLegs are spread wide right now. Need you between them.\u201d She laughed again and immediately deleted it. She did not want even a chance of such a message going out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then it came to mind. She snapped a picture of Darren\u2019s graded test and shared it, typing, \u201cDarren did great on the test. Wanted to let you know.\u201d The thought of what she had just done blurred her mind with \u201cshould I have\u201d or \u201cshould I not have\u201d sent that. But she had no choice now.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A moment later, her phone chimed. The reply from Greg. \u201cGlad for good grade. Been taught well.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She questioned whether she had gone too far after studying what his message might mean. But the night of their meeting, he had been interested in hooking up again. Nevertheless, they did leave a little awkward after what they\u2019d done. It wasn\u2019t abnormal to feel that way though. She had felt it before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The possibility of them tonight was dead. She put the phone down and tuned into the 1980s game show, Concentration.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She filled a large glass with rum and Coke. She shuffled deep between the couch pillows. A half-hour later, she had filled up the glass once more. However, the doorbell startled her from repose.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She checked her watch. 1:23.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWho in hell?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She set down the glass on the coffee table next to the coaster. She questioned whether to get the door or brush it off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The doorbell rang again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A second ring made her get up. She wasn\u2019t dressed to meet anyone. She wore her workout shorts and a t-shirt. Worst, no bra. Looking through the peephole, it was him! She immediately punched in the deactivation code in the security system and undid the three door locks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wore a gray shirt with Gold\u2019s Gym imprinted on the chest and a pair of jogging shorts. She didn\u2019t notice his shoes, because her eyes couldn\u2019t get past a bulge in the shorts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGreg, what brings you out this late?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou,\u201d he said bluntly and stepped inside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Misty glanced outside for a car before closing the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere\u2019s your car?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cUberred over. You know, covert operations.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMhmm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNow,\u201d he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and slid them down to her bottom, \u201clet\u2019s get down to business.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAnd what business is that exactly?\u201d She tried to break his grip.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He tightened his grip on her cheeks. She felt the pain but also knew his hard-on pressed against her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat if I said \u2018no\u2019 to you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He stared directly into her green eyes. \u201cTry to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Knowing there was no way, she raised up to her tippy toes and kissed his lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Their mouths met, lips pressed tightly. Her tongue reached out first. It touched his. And their make-out session heated up so fast that a fire began to burn across her body. It was the same sexual fury that had ignited her in France as he made her European history.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They moved across the room until they fell over the arm of the couch, him on top of her. Her hand reached under his shirt to feel his chest and trim torso. Then she went up his shorts to fondle his balls through the thin fabric. He exhaled, pausing the kissing, maneuvering to allow freer access to anything her fingers wanted. She cuddled the pair and tickled beneath them. She knew she had hit a special spot on his body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her hand started to reach into the waistband of his shorts, and he moved again so they could be removed easily. She pressed a finger on the tip of his engorged cock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/f1s-v3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47306 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo f1s masturbation sleeve\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYes, Misty, yes,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But she stopped, quite abruptly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was awakened by the sudden stop. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She led them to the bedroom.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She sat on the edge of the bed. When he came over, she stopped him, with an outstretched arm. \u201cStay standing,\u201d she said as it seemed he was ready to pounce on her, obviously consumed by lust. \u201cI want more of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He stood before her. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She scratched her nails down his chest and then rubbed the palm of her hand against the length of his cock, still sheathed inside of his shorts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve enjoyed the night so far, haven\u2019t you?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIsn\u2019t it obvious?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow obvious? Show me.\u201d She leaned back slightly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhy don\u2019t you find out for yourself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She smiled and yanked his shorts down to his ankles. In the movement, her cheek brushed against his cock.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe needed to get out,\u201d she said lightly. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked his length. Its pulsing warmth heated up her palm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe did, he did need out,\u201d Greg answered through the pleasure of her touch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI need to get out now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His eyes popped open. \u201cGet out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She lifted her t-shirt slowly. Her breasts had been hidden behind the fabric as if stowed away. Her breasts lifted higher and higher, then fell, wobbly, when Misty took the shirt over her head. She shook out her hair from the ponytail. She had young tits with deep pink nipples, hard and erect.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThese girls needed out.\u201d She lifted them with cupped hands and pressed them tight together. \u201cThey love to be sucked. You want to help, daddy?\u201d She jiggled them as if they were chewable toys for a playful dog. Greg bit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She fell back and he climbed onto her. He put his hands and mouth all over the young breasts. He sucked hard and slurped over them. He pulled up the breasts with his suctioning mouth and let them plop back down. He flicked the nipples with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and at times tickled throughout the play. She watched this new man above her in her bedroom and ran her hands through his hair. \u201cYes! They love it. You get extra credit for this attention. Yeah, mhmm, you will.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And he kept kissing the toys she was sharing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Laying there reveling, she studied the arch of his nose. She ran her hand across a muscular shoulder, which had a tattoo of a topless Hawaiian girl in a grass skirt. She watched his neck strain when he sucked hard on her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Suddenly her body tensed, she closed her eyes, her face contorted. She started huffing fast. But a smile appeared. \u201cThank you, Greg,\u201d she said through quickened breaths. \u201cThat trip to Paris has done you well.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI had been to Paris before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She wrapped her legs around his waist to clutch him. She didn\u2019t say anything. He peeled down her shorts. She saw his eyes home in on her pussy. His fingers combed through her trimmed bush.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/sila-cruise\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-32721 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/sila-review.jpg\" alt=\"sila review\" width=\"660\" height=\"330\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/sila-review.jpg 660w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/sila-review-300x150.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She lifted her legs up to her chest and spread them wide. But he rolled her onto her right side. Looking over her shoulder, she reacted to his raised hand, tightening her butt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Slap!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then he grabbed a handful of her ass cheek and made it wiggle. She was about to say something about the cuteness of her butt; however, he beat her to it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve got the hottest ass I\u2019ve seen in a long time, damn.\u201d Greg regripped the handful of ass flesh and wiggled it again, watching the wiggles pass from one cheek to the other. He smacked her once more. \u201cYou don\u2019t know how glad I was to get your text tonight. Just to see this ass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She basked in his compliment about her body and his desire for her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou\u2019re an ass man? Do you like anything else?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She rolled onto her back and then slid off the bed and down to her knees. She came face to face with his cock. She gripped his dick like he had gripped her ass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t know how much I\u2019ve wanted to see you again.\u201d She lowered the engorged erection and wrapped her mouth around its head. Her tongue massaged its crown and wetted the underside with a long lick. Once lubed, she bobbed her head back and forth quickly. She pushed her mouth farther down the shaft until she gagged. Out came the dick smeared with her saliva. She drooled onto the dick once more and took it full into her mouth again. Greg gripped her blond hair with both hands and rocked her head in time with his thrusts into her mouth. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. She tasted a salty release of precum spray into her mouth. She stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFuck me,\u201d she hissed through her heat. \u201cIt\u2019s what we\u2019re here for.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She climbed onto the bed, lifted her legs and spread them wide open. Her pink pussy was waiting for him. He aligned his dick with the gateway between her parted lips. His cock, lubed by her blowjob, and her pussy\u2014waiting for a long time\u2014made the fuck happen easily. They thumped and slapped their bodies against each other.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Thump, Thwamp, Thump, Thwamp<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They both grunted and huffed. \u201cGive it to me, daddy, fuck me hard! Don\u2019t stop,\u201d she growled wickedly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSay my name, bitch, say it, who am I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBig Daddy, you\u2019ve got the dick I love. Fuck me!\u201d She screamed in her inward explosion of heat and orgasm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He thrusted faster and faster, causing further intense waves of lust. He exploded deep inside of her. He remained stiff like a statue until his body relaxed to a calmer state. The pair remained inert, catching their breath and retrieving their minds. She squeezed his entrenched cock by tightening her female muscles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He rolled off her and onto his back to regain his strength. She darted away for a moment and came out of the bathroom in a shear robe. She didn\u2019t think it necessary to tie it. The circular outline of her pink nipples was obvious against the fabric. She watched him dress.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few minutes later, she led him to the front door. A compact car was idling in the driveway.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThank you for tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy pleasure. Let\u2019s do it again soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She raised up, placing one hand on his chest, and kissed him deeply. His hands moved from her waist to heave up one of her breasts and the other to grasp an ass cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSooner rather than later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Misty McGuire felt a surge of titillation in her chest when she saw Darren, son of Greg, take his seat in the middle of her European History class. He looked like his father\u2014same eyes and nose and controlled verve. He was a quiet student, never making a fuss or causing a disruption. She quelled the tickling in her chest and began her class. \u201cLet\u2019s continue our lesson on the Middle Ages. 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