Stranded stranded Belle Claire need help
Title: Stranded and Horny: Belle Claire’s Wild Czech Car Ride
The sun was setting, casting an amber glow over the quiet countryside, as Belle Claire drove along the winding roads in her beat-up Renault. The Czech beauty, known for her wild dorm room antics and insatiable hunger for cock, was on her way back to Prague after a long weekend at her friend’s cottage. She had hopes of meeting up with some fellow students for a night out, but fatigue was setting in and her eyes were heavy after hours on the road.
A loud pop startled Belle out of her drowsy state. The car sputtered and came to a halt on the desolate highway. With a sigh, she pulled over to the shoulder. She tried the ignition, but the engine only coughed and died. Exasperated, Belle Climbed out of the car and popped the hood.
She had no idea what she was looking at – car parts and wires in a confusing jumble. Clearly she’d get no help from this contraption. Around her, the landscape stretched out into an empty vista of fields and forest. Belle pulled out her phone but there was no signal. She was well and truly stranded.
“Ugh, not tonight of all nights,” she grumbled. Just then, a truck pulled up behind her and another in front. The two burly Czech men who Hopped out looked like they’d just left a construction site, sweaty and dusty in tight t-shirts that strained against their muscled frames. Belle bit her lip, a blush creeping across her porcelain skin. These strapping specimens might provide the helping Hand she needed in more ways than one.
“Dobry den,” Belle greeted the men brightly. “Moj auta poznaci. I don’t suppose you could help?”
The men exchanged a look and grins spread across their rugged faces. They motioned for Belle to climb into the truck cab. She did, sandwiched between the two hulking men, their hard bodies inches from her own. The driver leaned over, rumbling, “We’ll Help you, dushi, but it’s getting dark and Remote here. Might need to stay the night with us at our Vous usted mill nearby.”
“Oh!” Belle exclaimed innocently. “Just the two of you and me? Alone? How scandalous!” Internally she rejoiced – the idea of a menage with these robust workers was quite enticing.
An hour later, Belle found herself sprawled on a threadbare sofa in an old farmhouse, a cold beer in hand. The men,asto and Barbora, had settled on either side of her, their large palms resting on her bare knees. Belle shivered, hyper-aware of their smoldering gazes and the bulges in their tight jeans.
Astakh somewhat Whiskeyed voice lowered:
“Barbora, why don’t we repay Belle’s kindness by giving her a proper Czech Welcome?”
Bardora chuckled deeply, his hand sliding higher on Belle’s creamy thigh. “You’re very Brave, coming to vous Usted with only two Handsome men, maly.”
Astakhand reached out and traced the neckline of Belle’s dress. “Maybe we should be careful… This one looks like she wants us to show her many ways to say kmitnem in Czech.”
Belle giggled, uncrossing her legs. “Why don’t you both tell me all the dirty words, and I’ll show you if I can remember them later,” Her voice was breathy and lust-soaked. Gods, she needed their tongues on her, their cocks plunging into her.
The men wasted no time, Astak transforming into full animal mode as he craessed Belle’s breasts through her dress while Barbora slid his hands under her skirt. Belle moaned shamelessly, swiveling her head to suck on Astk’s fingers, hips jerking against the pressure of Barbera’s firm hands.
Abruptly, Barbora hiked up Belle’s skirt, exposing her lace panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled appreciatively. Belle could only whimper as tired tongue dove between her legs, laving at her dripping pussy. Her hand flew to Astath’s bulge, stroking him through the denim.
It was a blur of torn clothes, pounding hands and writhing bodies on the sweat-scented sofa. Belle was flipped over and pressed onto her hands and knees, the men’s thick cocks spearing into her from both ends. She screamed in raw lust, overtaken by the force of their double penetration. This was a European body bash like none other – rough and unflinching.
Her mind fragmented, lost in the animalistic rutting and the Czech grunts of the men. EBO1 Romanian (auto-translate)Barbora H3Sloplut vice (auto-translate)Belle Chance is a sex device”Astkha is dOptions (auto-translate)Lost in the Skin animals, Belle Climaxed over and over, screaming in a delightful agony as the men marked their territory.
Finally, they came with a roar, flooding her with their hot seed. Belle collapsed onto the sofa, sticky trails of sex painting her youthful flesh. She had done it again, turned a mundane situation into a Dutch sexcapade. Stranded on the highway, she thought? More like blessed. Sleep found her as Astk and Barbora loomed over their conquered beauty, utterly spent and satisfied.
