some business friend, pt. 2 (messing with tiramisu)

marc told me he felt totally drained when he went in taxi back to the hotel. he could hardly believe what just had happened. he was fascinated how i had dominated the little waitress, how i had controlled her in every moment, how i had turned her into a greedy, uninhibited piece to fuck. and he was thinking about my ass, had had wanted so much to shoot his cum deep in my ass... but then, when he had the chance to fuck the mouth of the young girl while i had bitten and sucked her clit.

he told me that as from alone his hand was again in between his legs while sitting in the taxi, and his cock was hard again. but he was also glad to have this little break to regenerate. he wanted to be fit for the evening. he was so glad to have missed that plane...

when he arrived at the hotel, kirsten was already waiting for him in the lobby. kirsten was rather tall (1,85m), she always wore clothes that underlined her slim body, her long blonde hair was rigorously pinned up.
What she was wearing that afternoon was one of marc's favorites, a pair of old, shabby jeans and a t shirt that she was pushing deep and tightly in her jeans to allow people to sense her perfect body, the heavy and full tits and the flat stomach. the jeans clutched tightly to her round ass and her legs. he loved her in that outfit that was so different to the normally perfect styling known from office.

“hey, what's the matter with you, you look terrible!”,

said kirsten.

“did somebody attack you?”

marc answered a bit embarrassed,

“errr... yes, you could say so...”

he told me later that in that moment, kirsten had noted the stains on his clothes and had smelled briefly on them.

“ohhh... we had a little fun, didn't we?”

“>a little< onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2649/607/1600/fd2.jpg"> only once the guts to wear it. it is so tigh and clutched to the body that it is totally impossible to wear anything else under it. the rubber of the dress creaked when i took it on, and i was nearly breathless when i closed the zip that went diagonal from my hip to my breast. the dress was high-necked and sleeveless.

but when i twisted and turned in front of the gigantic mirror standing in front of my bed, i also noticed how daring this dress really was: it snuggled perfectly against my body, not only the small concavities of my tits, but also my nipples showed through the black shiny material, even my belly button showed. but the dress was mainly VERY short.

i positioned myself with my back to the mirror, spread my legs slightly and looked back over my shoulder. thanks to the position of my legs the rubber stretched even more over my ass, and the dress was so short that you could see the beginning of my ass cheeks. i noticed how my own look made me horny again, over and over, i felt little twitches in my pussy, and i felt how i was getting wet yet again. i was about to rub myself again when i heard someone embarrassed clearing her throat.

“scusi, ma non c'era una porta per bussare...” (“i am sorry, but there was no dorr to knock...”,

said laura with a dark red face. she had my white fleecy soft bathrobe on. her eyes couldn't leave me, they wandered anxiously over my body that was now underlined so well by the black rubber dress.

“lei... lei è bellissima...” (“you... you are gorgeous...”),

she stuttered embarrassed.

i thanked her, then i took a uniform for a maid from the closet that i had bought when i was with susanna (we had had some fun in role playing). laura was more or less susanna's size, i was sure it fitted her well.

the little girl took the uniform and went with quick passes back to the bathroom. right now, suddenly she nearly was embarrassed to change in front of me, even if only a few hours earlier, she had layed under me groaning to lick her cunt.

but all in all i was pleased by this development, as i wanted this little young unexperienced waitress around me while i had fun with other open adults. i went in the open kitchen and waited for laura.

she came in, and i saw immediately that the uniform fitted really well. only the blouse was a little tight, laura's tits were bigger than susanna's, so that the blouse opened between button and button, giving laura a little slutty note – i would have never succeded to have her that perfectly, if i had planned this. the simple black skirt was nice and tight over her slightly too round ass, and the little white apron nearly screamed for being ripped off.

i told her she was looking perfect and introduced her in her duties for the evening. first, the girl shook her head, no, she really was not going to do that, but then i opened my wallet and gave her some other bank notes, that made her smile, she didn't know how to handle her luck, and suddenly, she is again open for everything. she really was a whore, but this affinity to money i would have exploited that night – if she would have been slightly fractious (which i thought was possible to happen, with the game i was about to set up), i knew how to make her compliant. laura wanted money, i had money, enough money to buy myself laura's total submission for this weekend, if that was necessary.

as soon as i had finished with my instructions, the door bell rang. i went in the living zone, and laura went to open the door.

marc was looking up and down the waitress and dithered for a second if he should show that he and the waitress did know each other, but kirsten did not even really notice the girl, she was used to the thought that people with a flat like mine had their private maid. nevertheless she gave marc a little hidden smile and licked shortly over her lips, marc told me later. he found laura really sweet, and he felt how his cock started to move again. well, the break during the afternoon had been something good... he disrobed his jacket. kirsten did not dress up particularly, she was still in her old jeans and her t shirt. she had brought a big bag. laura was guiding both in my appartment.

i was standing on the roof patio with a cocktail in my hand, and i saw from marc's looks that i was looking realy good. i greeted them with the typical mediterranean kisses on the cheeks, and laura served cocktails.

kirsten and marc made their compliments about my flat. when marc heard that i was expecting still other guests, he said,

“oh, i hope the way we're dressed is okay, claudia. i mean...”

“ah no, don't worry, everybody has to feel comfortable, the more casual, the better. that's how i dressed myself. casual, that is.”

i saw that kirsten was deep angry, she would have loved to smash marc against the wall. i saw their embarrassement, and i thought it was time to break the ice a little. using the excuse that we should have a toast to the contract, i told them that in italy, the important things were sealed with a little kiss. marc and i clinked glasses, and we kissed shortly. then i went to kirsten, and it seemed she slightly trembled. i went closer and closer, very slowly, playfully prolonging this moment, but kirsten didn't want to play. she did not move a millimeter, and in the end, i pressed my lips on hers.

the kiss seemed to have a good effect on kirsten's humour, i felt that she enjoyed to feel my lips. slowly, we broke the kiss and looked over to marc and laura that had been staring at us. i raised the glass and said,

“a toast to this evening... i think dinner can be served now...”

marc looked at me, and i saw in his hungry eyes that he wanted to open the zip of my dress with his teeth. i smiled at him. his eyes wandered down my body, in between my legs, magically attracted by my pussy. how he wished in that moment to be able to see it again... well, i was being nice, i did spread again slightly my legs, and immediately my dress slid slightly upwards, and he had a quick glimpse of my cunt.

we went to the table.

i had a strange sensation. somehow, kirsten still seemed angry. i as a host would have had a tough job to turn this evening into a success. i guided them to the table, then i went to laura in the kitchen to help her.

in the kitchen, i went behind laura who was decanting the pasta water, and hugged her from behind, pressing myself a bit more than necessary against her. i felt how she arched her slightly shivering ass against me. the slut was really always horny, i thought. i asked her where her stupid boyfriend was, and she answered that he wanted to come after dinner, rubbing her ass against my pussy. i told laura that i wanted that she occupied herself especially of kirsten. then i showed her the little trick i wanted her to do during the appetizers.

i went back to my silent guests. shit, both seemed to be angry on each other. i smiled at them, sat close to kirsten and said,

“well, the girl still has to learn a lot, i'm very sorry... but at least, she looks really sweet... well, kirsten, how did you spend the day?”

kirsten said,

“well, i just relaxed, miss bess... i mean, claudia...”

“how nice, so you're fit for the evening – we want to have fun tonight, don't we?”

i smiled barefaced over to marc, and he could not help but smile back at me. laura came with the appetizers and icecold prosecco. she put the glasses on the table, we clinked them again. i was observing to my delight that it seemed that kirsten was thirsty, she emptied her glass in one draft. exactly as planned, haha.

i asked laura to pour again prosecco in kirsten's glass, and the girl took the glas, turned her back to the table, and the full glass was again in front of kirsten who went on drinking swiftly. it's working just fine, i though, and even laura could not refrain from a short smile.

then, we spent a lot of time eating and chatting. slowly, kirsten relaxed more, started to make compliments about my cookery, said she particularly liked my appartment, and that it was really unbelievable that i still was not married, with all that money and with my looks.

i thanked her for the compliments, and regarding kirsten's last remark, i put my hand on her arm and looked her deep in her eyes, saying,

“it's just that mister right guy has not yet showed up, kirsten...”

then, a little giggle made its way out of my mouth, a little giggle that turned into a silly laughter, and the sillier it went, the more kirsten joined into my laughter. the powder starts to take effect, i thought, now she really is relaxed, funny and quick at repartee.

hungrily, my eyes went over kirsten's barely hidden body – the shirt allowed some looks onto her beautiful full tits, and she did not try anymore to hide from these looks. i had noticed that while talking she ran with her hands often over her own thighs, up and down, a hidden gesture of auto-erotism that i did not miss.

kirsten's legs were very tempting, they were in these very old, very tight jeans, and i was allowing myself the thought how wonderful it must have been to watch her while she peeled herself out of those jeans.

after the delicious dinner i stood up, letting slide my napkin to the floor, and i bended down to present my ass to my guest. their conversation fell silent while i bended down, and i physically felt the looks of both, how they slid over my round and firm ass, down my crack up to my wet pussy that really wanted a good serving soon.

but in this moment, i still wanted to play a bit with my guest, i wanted to heat them up for later. i asked them if they wanted to see the appartment, and i began to show them everything: the nice and big roof patio, my living zone, my studio and my kitchen.

there, laura was sitting with her legs spread wide open on a chair, the bowl with the rest of tiramisu in between her knees, licking her hand. with a full mouth, she looked surprise up to us saying,

“oh... sorry... hai... was so good...”

i barked at her, and i felt how my guests winced.

“listen, girl, are you out of your mind?!? what do you think where you are?!? in the little fucking café where i found you, or what?!?”

“hai... hai ham so sorry, miss claudia... hai... no eat hanymore...”

“no, no, no, girlie, you are going to continue to eat... i want to see that you eat all the rest of this bowl... and we will watch you while you eat, laura... and in the end, you're going to lick the bowl nice and clean, understood?!?”

kirsten wanted to say something, but marc placed his hand on her arm and made her understand that this was okay. she shrugged shortly, maybe thinking “different countries different customs” and sat down on a chair in front of laura, exactly as marc and i.

the girl with her chocolate smeared mouth looked doubtfully from one to other in front of her, then she sank her fingers again in the soft mascarpone cream, guiding them then with pleasure to her mouth, sticking three fingers in between her lips and sucking loudly at them. she really looked sexy, sitting there in front of me and my guests, and my looks followed curiously a drop of sweat that was running down her throat into her cleavage. laura was warm, and it seemed to turn her on to turn us three in front of her on, so she sank her fingers the next time a little more lasciviously in the bowl, dragging her fingers through the creme, looking at marc, kirsten and me provokingly.

marc understood her game and my wishes first and turned himself to me.

“this tiramisu really was delicious, claudia. any chance for a refill?”

i smiled at him thankfully. how nice to have similar fantasies, i thought, then i answered exactly how he had expected:

“sure, marc... i'm sure laura will give you some...”

marc kneeled in front of laura who was still dragging her fingers through the creme. then she held her hand over marc's mouth, and a few drops of creme fell on his lips.he licked with his tongue to catch them, and in this moment the little horny slut placed her hand on his mouth, feeding him with tiramisu.

i sat close to kirsten who wanted to stand up. i took her hand and pulled her back on the chair.

“you do not really want to go away, don't you, kirsten? isn't it nice to see that marc really enjoyed my tiramisu?”

i just pretended as if all this had no erotic component at all, as if it was totally normal that my maid was feeding my guest in this way, even now when laura started to rub her fingers all over his face, spreading the cream all over his face...

marc enjoyed it throughly. he always tried to catch her wildly roaming fingers with his mouth to suck the creme off them, but he nearly never succeded, she spread more and more creme in his face. then on his throat. she took his face in both of her hands and bended down to him.

her tongue went right and deep in his mouth, claiming his tongue, greedily she sucked his mouth. she broke the kiss slightly without losing the hold of his tongue, dragging him up at his tongue. then she dipped her fingers again in the cream, letting dribble down some drops in his face that he greedily tried to catch, but most drbbled on his shirt.

she giggled a bit and bended down to him once more. she wanted to lick with her tongue the stains on his shirt, but naturally, that made things only worse, in the end, there were also her hand prints on the shirt, ruining it totally. i broke the game suddenly with a hard and sharp voice.

“listen, are you totally stupid, you fucking slut?!? i told you to offer marc some tiramisu, not to make him totally filthy!”

marc looked up to me, i was standing close to both. my cunt was wet all over. i am sure marc was able to see it glistening.

“hai... oh hai ham so sorry signora... hai... just wanted...”

“i don't give a fuck what you wanted, piccola troietta. you are going to clean all this mess up, at least what still can be saved.”

laura looked up to me, her little stupid face was a big questionmark.

“well, his shirt is gone, but maybe you can lick at least his face and his throat clean. come on, do it, laura!”

marc knelt down in front of her and closed his eyes. oh yes, the little slut finally has understood, greedily her toungue traced through the cream on his face. every now and then, she kissed marc tenderly. i saw the happy smile in marc's face. his thought must have been: that is real hospitality. slowly laura woked her way down his throat, close to one of his favorite spots to feel a tongue, where neck and shoulder meet.

without hesitation she opened the first button of his shirt to follow the streams of the sweet mascarpone cream, then the second, the third. in the end, all the shirt was open and he put it off. she went over his muscular chest. sometimes she couldn't control herself and touched his flesh with her dirty hands. then she had to use her tongue again. this went on for quite a while, and observing marc's stiff nipples it was easy to tell that he liked his treatment.

“well, that's enough for the moment. you can stop now. well done, sweetheart.”,

i said. she looked up, asking,

“yes... did you... you like job i do?”

“for now, it's okay, honey. but i see that the bowl is not yet clean! i've told you to lick it clean in front of us! do you have a problem with your ears, little whore? down on your knees! on your knees, i said!!! now put the bowl in front of you, just like a dog bowl. come on now! lick it clean! on all your fours, just like a hungry randy bitch!!!”

“hai... ohhh signora... hai have eat soooo much... hai sick, hai sick....”

“what?! you dare to refuse my orders, slut? wait, just wait, i'll show you what it means...”

i had already raised my hand to give her a slap in her stupid fearful face, when suddenly kirsten was close to me and held my hand. i was totally surprised.

“but claudia, don't be that angry? for everything there is a solution. it really was a lot of tiramisu, the bowl was half full. the poor girl! you don't want her to lay for the rest of the evening farting and belching on your couch, don't you? she could use some help... she's not the only employee in this room, is she?”

with that, she looked with a sweet smile at her assistant. that is her revenge with marc.

“what?!?”,

he said,

“i... no, kirsten, really no... i... no, i really cannot...”

SLAP – SLAP, she blew him two hard slaps in his face. he was totally perplexed. his boss had never done such a thing. okay, she had always been the dominant part, but this... i saw how something in him tried to rebel, but her incy looks stopped that immediately. she didn't even have to raise her voice, she was hissing her clear words.

“i've told you to lick that fucking bowl together with the girl, marc! i want to see both of your tongues licking ever little last piece out of the bowl. and if you do not obey to my desires, i will get angry. i mean, real angry...”

both employees bended forward, bended over the big bowl on their fours and started to lick. kirsten adn i stood in front of them and watched down on them while they snapped more and more eagerly for the tiramisu and playfully tried to catch some cream from the other's tongue. marc felt the nearness of the girl, her warmth, her aura, he was smelling her. he liked her brisk naughty tongue. they sank more and more into the game...

i really was surprised about kirsten's reaction, but obviously also the powder i had made her drink took part in her actions. a friend had given this powder to me once, and since then, i always had a little ration home. nothing dangerous, just a slight un-inhibiter, just very very stimulating sexwise. every now and then i used it when i was with partners a little uptight.

now kirsten was standing behind her assistant. she had her hand sin her hips and looked down at him.

“come on, lick it all, you sod! i want that you lick this bowl perfectly clean for our host, did you understand?”

i myself stood now behind laura who jiggled with her ass alluring while she licked. the little bitch! she wanted to make me horny, the whore, and she succeeded in it pretty well. i slapped her ass with my flat hand, it really snapped. then i hissed at her,

“hai sentito, puttana?!? voglio che la ciottola è bella pulita dopo, ti voglio vedere leccare, hai capito?! giù con la tua faccia da troia, fai come il ragazzo accanto a te... e poi, lo vedo che ti piace... tua figa è di nuovo bagnata, vero?” (“did you hear, you whore?!? i want you to lick the bowl nice and clean, do you understand?! down with your whore face, do it like the guy next to you... and then, i see it that you like it. your cunt is wet again, right?”)

munching a piece of tiramisu, the little waitress shook her head. kirsten looked over to me and said,

“please talk english to the slut, i want to understand you...”

again, i was surprised, but it really seemed that there were no more limits for kirsten, the entire situation had turned her on pretty much. her face was slightly reddend, and her hairdo was a bit disheveled. that was the moment i decided that it was the right time. while we still stood behind our employees, i said to her matter of factly:

“hey kirsten... this little waitress here said to me she was not yet horny enough... she said all this would have no effect at all to her... and that her cunt would be totally dry... the little slut... i don't believe a word of what she's saying... you don't want to test this for me, don't you?”

kirsten laughed out. a nice dominant laughter. then she shook slowly her head,

“ts ts ts, always these lying employees... that's terrible... of course i'll do it for you, claudia, also i don't believe a word of what this slut is saying... but please have a look at my assistant, i really want that he licks the bowl clean... he is a good fuck, from time to time, but he is sooo disobedient... maybe with your help i can make him reason a bit, at least tonight... he needs some comeuppance for all his little extra tours, you know... the fucker believes i don't see what he's doing behind my back, but he is wrong...”

marc looked up shortly from the bowl, all his face smeared with cream.

“but...”,

he wanted to say, but he felt immediately my hand on his ass.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“shut the fuck up, marc! you don't say anything for a while now, got it? SLAP! lick, come on and lick the goddamn bowl clean, and then we'll see what we do with you...”

kirsten had positioned herself behind the avidly licking laura and stepped out of one of her high heels. then she slid with her naked, tanned foot over the black skirt of the waitress who instinctively stretched her ass against the foot. kirsten slid with her foot over laura's right ass cheek, then over the outside of her right thigh. from the knee her foot then went up the inside of laura's leg, centimeter after centimeter. the breath of the girl went faster, and greedily her tongue went again through the bowl, but more and more often also through marc's face. i watched breathless kirsten's beautiful foot pushing slowly under laura's skirt. suddenly, the girl let out a loud groan and pushed her ass as wide as possible back.

kirsten pulled her foot back and laughed.

“haha, the little whore, i was sure... the slut is totally wet, claudia... what shall we do with her?”

kirsten looked really sexy now, especially now, while her sexual energy was breaking out of her. I grinned broadly and said,

“let's see if your little assistant is ready, too...”

with that, i simply grabbed from behind between his legs and ran my hand hard over his hungrily pulsating cock pushing against his pants.

“as i thought, kirsten... also marc is turned on by this... these two little pigs get turned on by licking this blowl clean...”