some business friend, pt. 3 (first fucks)

as he told me later, marc was really angry by now. who the fuck kirsten thought she was? who the fuck she thought HE was? every now and then, his pride wanted to rebel, every now and then, rage was building up in him, about his humiliating position, about the entire situation. but he just was not strong enough to rebel, he just had to give in the erotic, strong aura of kirsten and me. and it was this submission that turned him on again. oh yessss, he just wanted to do everything we told him to do, willingless.

laura was licking the bowl as out of her mind. she sighed, she moaned, she licked through marc's face, over his eyes, his temples, his front. she kissed him while rubbing her totally wet cunt on kirsten's foot. her ass was going up and down quicker and quicker.

laura was sooo sweet, this wonderful contrast between her innocence and her unarrested greed. marc and laura were kneeling one in front of the other, in between them the bowl that was getting pretty clean, behind them kirsten and i.

i was rubbing his cock through his pants from behind. he was nice and hard. i knelt down behind him and went with both arms around him to open his pants. i had to bend a little forward doing so, and i felt marc's muscular ass pressing against my wet pussy. he stretched it out, rubbed me with it. he made me moan.

“come on, rub my cunt, i need it... ohhhh... i'm so wet, i would love to cummmm....”

marc kissed laura deeply over the bowl, both heads raised during their kiss. kirsten just stood behind laura and looked down at her employee and the little waitress.

laura was desirous like a litte kitten that was locked in the basement for ours and that now was getting a cup of milk. her tongue was everywhere, pleasing marc's chest, she grabbed him, bit him in his throat, massaging afterwards with her tongue, leaving a love bite.

marc grabbed for laura's tits that were pressing against the tight blouse. without any tenderness he was kneading her nipples. she reacted so strongly that they broke their french kiss, and she groaned loudly,

“siiii, siiii... mia figa...” (“yessss, yess... my cunt...”)

the whore was horny. this day was the horniest day of her life. his hands grabbed under her skirt, her hips were moving violently back and forth. she took his hand and guided it into her totally wet panties. marc told me that he felt that her cunt juice was running down the insides of her thighs. and i have no doubt to believe that: she really was terribly arroused. demanding and horny her fingernails dug in his back to pull him close to her.

he rubbed her, well, it's more correct to say he FUCKED her with his hand. he said that in the beginning, he just placed his hand over her pussy, fondling it. but quickly his middlefinger sank into her cunt, sliding in down to the knuckle. she was only groaning sounds like an animal in heat.

she babbled something in italian, he did not understand, but he felt her intensive reaction when i fullfilled her desire and gave her a deep french kiss. kissing her, i held my eyes open, i wanted to see kirsten's reaction. she was still standing behind laura, and it seemed as if she did not really know what to do. my eeyes went down to kirsten's foot, and she understood.

with her foot, she now rubbed over marc's hand that was fucking laura's pussy. marc let out a groan of horniness. when he took the naked foot of his boss and rubbed it roughly over laura's wet slit, also kirsten's knees buckled of lust, she now was sitting with spread legs behind laura who was stroking her wet pussy willingly over kirsten's foot.

marc's cock in my hand pulsated, and that was when i aspirated from behind in his ear,

“fuck her now, fuck the little whore... fuck her, marc... i wanna see how you give it to her real good... wanna see how you nail her with all your force...”

the little waitress looked at me innocently. once again, she did not quite understand what i had told marc. i kissed her directly on her little sweet slutty mouth, enjoying her little pointed tongue roaming like hell in and out of my mouth.

while kissing her like that over marc's shoulder, both his hands grabbed for collar of laura's blouse. i saw and i felt how his muscles were working, and then i heard the electrifying sound of ripping fabrics. the buttons of her blouse were flying around in my kitchen, and laura's beautifully shaped tits were now bouncing in the air. her tits were slightly bigger than mine, but not gigantic, either. her nipples had a light rose colour and were standing out proudly, the girl really was very much aroused.

slowly, i pushed her back, and she fell backwards – right in kirsten's arms who sat behind her and still did not know how this was going to continue.

marc did not care about all this very much, his hands were all over the skirt of the maid, and when he finally managed to open the zip, he dragged it down, together with her soaked slip. down only to her knees, he just couldn't wait any longer.

marc placed laura in front of him, raised her legs in the air, pulled her closer to him. i grabbed from behind for his cock, so nice and straight, so strong... i stroked a few times up and down, but i knew i had to stop it to avoid him cumming immediately, and i wanted that he have it to the little fuck toy he had in front of him. i guided his cock close to laura's cunt, feeling her heat and wetness with the back of my hand. the girl was wiggling agitated her ass around, looked up to marc with her angelic face and said,

“siiii... dai, scopami adesso... ohhh voglio il tuo cazzo nella mia figa, dai... scopami...” (“yessss... come on, fuck me now... ohhh i want your cock in my pussy, come one... fuck me...”

the rest of her obsceneties discharged into a long, groaning moan when his cock in one movement vanished directly deep in her cunt. i gave marc a hard slap on his firm ass and said to him,

“now, you're going to give it to her, but do it good, okay?”

then i stood up, standing close to the fucking couple with slightly spread legs, watching how marc was nearly completely withdrawing his cock out of her for slamming it again deep and hard in her. her cunt was making increadible smacking noises while he slowly started to pick up pace.

laura's cute curly head was placed in kirsten's lap. marc's boss was still half laying under the girl that was getting it from her assistant. kirsten was looking up to me, and again, in her look was this strange mixture of horniness, challenge, contempt, and cruelty. i was feeling strangely... i didn't want top give her all that power, but... somehow i had a bad conscience. there was no real reason for it, but something in this woman scared me, i had a lot of respect for her.

marc was nailing very hard the cunt of laura, the fuck slut that was so willingly taking his manhood. i had dragged his pants only down to his knees, both marc and laura being thus still half clothed.

marc who had understood my pleasure in hearing dirty talk from our experience in the bathroom of the café, said,

“oh yessss... you fucking cunt... come on, fuck against my cock, arch up your nice wet fuck hole! ahhhh... i fuck you, you filthy slut, i fuck you like nobody ever has...”

i rooted for him,

“ahhhh yesss, marc, just nail her quick and hard, do you hear me, the girl needs that, she wants it so much now...”

marc's ass was moving quickly up and down over the young body of the waitress. she wasn't whimpering anymore, she was a randy demanding woman now. loudly she was barking out obsceneties.

both had not anymore eyes for what was happening around them. on the one side, yes, they were obeying to our commands. but on the other hand, even the strong kirsten or i would not have been at all able to stop them now. the girl's hair was sticking in her sweaty innocent face. she just looked so fuckable in her torn blouse...

marc looked up to kirsten. he has told me that he never had seen her so close to a woman in a situation like this. he knew that she liked to watch, but like this... she was nearly a pillow for both fuckers. and now she even threw her arm losely over laura's tits from behind.

the girl's breath went faster and faster. i am sure that marc sensed how she got hornier and hornier. kirsten was touching her only very tenderly, caressing she fondled around laura's firm little hills. marc was fucking vigorously the young whore's smacking cunt that she greedily and hungry was arching up against him. but in her eyes he saw that her fullest attention, her real horniness was focussed on the exploring hands from his boss.

kirsten was still completed dressed. her hair do was a little derranged, and she had taken her high heels off. i looked down to her, then to the fucking couple, and standing over the three, i started to rub unscrupulously my wet and smacking cunt.

that's how it went on for a little while. marc fucked the girl who was fondled at the same time by kirsten from behind, and i was standing to the left of kirsten and was rubbing myself. slowly, i moved closer and closer to marc's boss who was feeling laura's back of her head pushing against her pussy in her jeans with every one of marc's fuckstrokes. kirsten smiled at her assistant. he was pleased and thought that she had reconciled with him. but she was just allowing herself to float with the events as they were happening. the evening was still long...

laura was very close to orgasm now, you could tell it from her voice, from her reaction, from her movements. kirsten was always fondling around her tits, touching only very slightly the concavities, but never did she touch laura's nipples, which was driving the girl insane.

with a sweet smile, kirsten looked down at her devoted employee. then, with a quick move, she took the girl's stiff nipples between her thumbs and middlefingers and rolled them for a short moment tenderly in between the fingertips. the little waitress reacted immediately, her voice was pitching higher, her groans more and more animal-like. and then, kirsten smile froze while she was suddenly pressing very hard, pinching both of laura's sweet rose nipples. the girl jerked shortly because of the pain, then she was very silent, a short, very tiny moment, for then cumming very violently, making her buck up and down like a horse.

i saw how this sudden and sadistic move of kirsten had crossed marc's plans. he slid out of her and hadn't anymore any sustain. he fell on top of the cumming laura, but the girl needed it so badly now that she pushed him violently away, just to be able to reach her own cunt with both of her hands, fucking herself while her cunt juices left a puddle under her on my kitchen floor.

“ahhhiiiiiiiiiiiii vengooooooooooooo vengoooooooooooooooooo....” (“ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i'm cummmmmmming i'm cummmmmmmming...”,

the young girl was screaming as if insane, holding with her left hand her squirting cunt open for fucking herself with four fingers of her right hand digging deep in herself while throwing her sweaty face to the sides on kirstens belly, and kirsten pinched her again in both stiff nipples at the same time. the little waitress threw up her hips, her juices still squirting out of her pussy, and right now, she gave it to herself nearly brutally, there was no tenderness at all, but only brutal, animal-like horniness.

while i was looking down at the little whore i couldn't help but to envy laura for her orgasm. all this was so new for the young girl. then i looked over to kirsten who was still laying half under laura. it was unbelievable, apart from her face that was a bit heated up, apart from some hair that was out of the perfect order, kirsten seemed to be a rather coolish observer of everything that was happening. the fact that she had touched laura's blossoming tits was less due to her horniness. she was smiling a bit perfidiously up to me.

“what a bitch”,

i was thinking. all this was a little game for kirsten, she just didn't want marc and laura to come together, she had known that the little waitress had been very very close to the edge, and so she had decided to go for the young girl's tits, just to push her in her orgasm.

marc was kneeling in between laura's open legs, his cock was steeply raging and glistened over and over of laura's cunt juice. the girl was still moaning, but her movements now became e bit slower, and on her tender skin, there were goose bumps, her body jerked over and over again, she agitated. slightly brutally, kirsten pushed laura off herself, and the little girl rolled to her side, both hands still in between her legs, and whimpered of lust.

kirsten straightened her clothes and stood up slowly, not losing eye contact with me. when laura had started to cum, i had stopped to please myself, i didn't want to spoil an orgasm when there were so many hands, mouths, tongues, tits, asses, cunts and a cock to satisfy me. i was just standing there, from somewhere in the kitchen i had found a half full glass of prosecco, and i was sipping a bit.

all three of us didn't care that much about marc in that moment. from the corner of my eye i saw how he was rubbing tenderly his cock to hold it hard. but marc knew his place in that moment, he was kneeling there with his pants around his knees, staring at me and kirsten.

“hey kirsten, would you like a little refreshment?”,

i asked his boss and waved with the glass.

“why not?”,

she said and went with a glass in front of me. we clinked glasses and looked each other deep in the eyes.

“again: to a wonderful evening and a wonderful night...”,

kirsten said with a little croaky voice. then she drank that rapidly that a bit of prosecco ran down her chin. i stretched out my hand to wipe the prosecco from her chin, then i licked my fingers.

kirsten smiled, then she drank again a sip, and this time she did it on purpose: again, the fresh and sparkling wine was running from the corner of her mouth over her chin and her throat, dropping on her black t shirt. i observed a very tiny change, her t shirt had slid out of her jeans, it was just hanging lose over her jeans, and i could see that it was a little too short, i saw a bit of the tanned skin of her flat belly.

again, i reached out with my hand and wiped the wine off her face. but when i wanted to lick my fingers again, kirsten suddenly held my wrist.

i looked down to marc who was still kneeling on my kitchen floor, his pants around his knees, and rubbing his cock while watching us. he has told me that he really didn't know about this lesbian side of kirsten by then.

we were just forgetting about anything around us. kirsten held my wrist, guiding my hand back to her face. i was trembling very slightly, my hand, my bottom lip, even my legs. marc stopped to masturbate, he just held his cock with both hands, not knowing if there was the need for his dick maybe in a few moments. laura's horny whimpering was slowly fading away. the girl was now fondling all her body, she was not hammering anymore just her cunt. her pussy juice smelled so sweet...

kirsten guided my hand to her mouth, locking her eyes with mine. she kissed my fingers without licking them. she kissed very tenderly my fingertips, and my stomach in the tight rubber dress began to fly up and down. kirsten kissed my thumb and took my wrist to slowly blow very little kisses in the palm of my hand.

“do you like that feeling, claudia? you taste so nicely... your cunt juice has mixed with the prosecco... hmmmmm... hmmmm...”

she now sucked at my fingers.

“yummy... that's tasting sooooo good, claudia. wanna try?”

“y... yes...”,

i answered with a husky voice. i leaned with my shoulders back to the fridge, thinking that kirsten now would have offered her own hand to me. i would have loved to take her right hand and to guide it to my mouth... i looked to her in surprise when kirsten held my hand firmly. kirsten smiled while dipping two fingers in the glass with prosecco that was on the sideboard close to us. with a quick, surprising move she stretched her hand between my legs and slid it over my wet pussy, once, twice, three times.

i was so surprised that i didn't even have the time to react, no groan, no sigh, no hip movement. i just stared at kirsten with wide eyes. and kirsten smiled, she gave me this little horny smile. then she took her hand to her nose.

“hmmm, you are smelling soooo good, claudia. ahhhh...”

she licked the first of four fingers.

“so gooooood... taste it!”,

she said, rubbing me her hand hard in my face.

eagerly, i stuck out my tongue, somehow i managed to arrive at kirsten's hand rubbing hard in my face and to lick my own cunt juice off of it. i was getting dizzy from my own scent, from my own taste, and i sank to the floor.

the broadly grinning kirsten had only waited for this, with her back to my face she sat down on my stomach. she was not very light, but in this moment, the pressure of her weight on my stomach simply increased my horniness. in this moment, i only saw her round ass in the tight jeans, but then, when kirsten bended slightly forward and her t shirt slid a bit up, i saw that kirsten was wearing a black string slip under her jeans.

i felt how kirsten was pushing a bit my rubber dress up, disrobing my cunt. while doing so, she was talking mostly to herself,

“oh, what a beautiful wet pussy... oh, claudia has such a nice juicy fat cunt... and she wants it... oh yest, and HOW she wants it... she is so fucking wet...”

then she raised shortly to take the glass of prosecco from the sideboard. marc sat in a corner of the kitchen and observed fascinated how his boss poured slowly from quite some height the sparkling wine on my cunt. the ice cold prosecco splattered over my swollen lips and onto my hard clit, and i had to inhale sharply the air. i had not been prepared for this.

“beautiful italian cunt...”,

kirsten muttered, then she bended down again, and suddenly, there was her nose plowing my lips hardly and demanding. i have had sex a lot of times with women, so i knew immediately: it was not the first time that kirsten was pleasuring a pussy.

i moaned slightly under her, opening my legs a little, allowing kirsten a better access to my cunt. kirsten placed both her hands under my now bare ass, pulled up my hips, dragged my pussy in her face to bath in my cunt juice. i felt how she started to use her tongue, with short, light slaps she went over my smoothly shaved lips until she finally arrived at my clit. she placed the tip of her tongue on it and then, kirsten pressed me tightly against her... ohhh, electric shocks went through my body. kirsten knew so well to pleasure a woman...

marc had come close to us. he was kneeling on the side of my head, fondling silently his card cock. he told me that in that moment, he wanted to say or do something, but he had also the fear to ruin the magic of the moment. and that's why he just sat there on his heels wanking while his boss licked me. i placed both of my hands on kirsten's inviting ass and tried to push her hips a bit down for having further stimulation on my tits.

kirsten raised again my hips, and her long and experienced fingers started to explore my ass crack while stimulating all the time my clit with her tongue and her teeth.

ahhhh, i was getting so turned on by this very tender, very reluctant way kirsten treated me. she seemed not to be interested at all in her own fun, she was only concentrating in giving me maximum pleasure.

while marc continued to wank his cock with one hand, with the other he went through my face and over my lips. i was licking hungrily after it, but did not succeed to catch his fingers. his hand went over my throat, over my adam's apple, and i thought for a short moment,

“my god if he pushes now, i will be dead the same moment, but i will die with a huge orgasm...”

but his hand went further, his target was the zip of my rubber dress, and he pulled it open piece by piece. kirsten lifted her ass a little to enable marc to open the zip also under her.

my soft skin was now bare in the air, i was totally soaked in sweat, and the hard jeans cotton rubbed merciless over it. marc was just placing his hands on my clavicles, and his hard cock sprang against my cheek, when the door bell rang...

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...”

some business friend

up until now, i've written this story only in german, but i think it's worthwhile being translated into english (well yes i know: MY english is still rather strange, but still better than your german, haha...).

this happened a year ago with a business friend, it guided to some very very horny days, and if i feel like it, i will write again about the further things that happened. but this is the start of it all:

i had a meeting with marc in a street café. we got to know each other during a business meeting and had to sit in front of each other in long negotiations. i knew that marc had been some sort of fascinated by me. but i felt also the looks of his female boss on my ass during the breaks, i felt her eyes on my lips. just a little bit, i flirted also with marc, i liked his intelligence, i liked his looks.

he phoned me after the business meeting, asking me if we couldn't meet during the weekend, as they had lost the last flight on friday, and during the weekend, there was no chance to get on another flight. that's why his boss kirsten and marc though, so what, we'll stay the weekend in this nice town. that's why he called me. kirsten preferred to stay in the hotel and relax a bit.

i came to the meeting with marc in a very thin summer dress, showing my body pretty well. marc stood up to greet me, and i saw immediately the bulge in his pants. he noticed that i noticed, i'm sure about that (he told me later). then he sat down again, observing me as i made my way through the chairs, swaying my little firm ass around.

he has told me that in that moment, he was thinking of pushing my light dress up, to kneel in front of me, caressing my ass and licking hard over it with his tongue.

but his face was angelic, he was the true gentleman, and when he asked me what i wanted to drink and i answered “gin tonic, please”, he just raised his eyebrow a little, as it was only 2pm. we cheered and started to drink and talk, and i found out that he was truely fascinated by his boss. she surely was highly professional, very cool. and very sexy.

when i had fallen the night before in my bed, very tired from the long talks of our negotiations, my hands opened my blouse as if in auto pilot, they slipped under my my shirt, and then i rubbed hard and fast over my small tits. my god, how hard my nipples were... this kirsten was exactly my type of woman, so cool, and soooo erotic. i dragged up my mini skirt and placed a hand on my already wet pussy. ahhh... i would have given the world to have kirsten's hand there, in that moment... slowly, i sank two fingers in my smacking cunt,,, but i would have needed also a cock... this guy, her assistent... what was again his name... ah yeah, marc... he looked cute... i could immagine well how he fucked his boss from behind... i closed my eyes and abandoned to my horny fantasies, all around kirsten and marc, and obviously also around me, and i was falling from orgasm to orgasm.

and now, i was in front of him in this little cosy café, and i was starring on his lips while he talked about kirsten. after a while, my stares were irritating him, e went frequently qith his fingers over his lips or licked shortly over them.

there was a lot of noise on the street, and i had to bend over to him to make him understand what i said. doing that, i offered him good long looks right in my cleavage. on purpose, i haven't had any underwear on. so, i was bending over to him, and i felt it was the time to attack, so i placed my mouth very close to his ear, letting him feel my lips, and asked him:

“and... have you already fucked her?”

first, he looked at me as if he didn't understand right, then he smiled.

“yes, when she's in the mood, she allows me to fuck her.”

“and, is it nice? are you fucking your boss well?”

“well, i guess so. at least, she moans quite heavily, the little slut, when i bang her...”

i don't know why, but there was this immediate erotic atmosphere. we both figured out that we were both into dirty talk, and we abandoned to that. but that was not all: he had the ability to make me just think of sex, of nothing else. it was amazing.

i sat in front of him and spread my legs slightly. my dress had slid up quite a bit, and he could see that i was not wearing any panties, either. marc's looks wandered over my shaved cunt, first, as if by chance, but then he looked at me longer and bodly.

“how do you prefer to do it to her, marc?”,

i asked, moving a bit back and forth on the chair, my dress still slid more up. marc looked around them, i bet he was thinking, “my god, the people will see this, the people will notice that this whore is sitting here nearly naked...”, but nobody seemed to notice me. he bended forward and stretched with his hand for my cunt, saying,

“she prefers to be fucked from behind while watching herself in a mirror, thus getting an extra kick...”

i playfully took his hand away which had come very close to my naked pussy, this time a bit more decisive. i threw this half tempting, half arrogant look at him, letting him feel my dominance, and he was immediately playing in defense.

“well, you're good in talking, aren't you?”,

i told him, letting my eyes wander around on the street. i bend another time forward to show him my small tits and my flat stomach. he still didn't quite get it that i was literally completely naked in public with him.

then i looked firmly at him and said,

“anyhow, i just go refresh myself a bit. the gin tonic is making me feel a little dizzy...”

then, i stood up quickly, and because my dress was still up, for a glimse, my pussy was very close to his face, i'm sure he must have smelled how excited i was, then i went for the bathroom.

it was in the basement, my heels were clicking on the tiled floor. i was standing a bit without breath in the dirty toilet. i hoped he had understood what i wanted. i was sooooo horny... i wanted him, i wanted his cock... and i wanted to fuck, now, here, immediately, in this untidy little toilet, quick, hard and dirty. but was he game for this? i didn't know him that well...

i leaned with my shoulders against the tiles of the wall and pulled up my dress to free my cunt. god, how i wanted that man... i placed my right hand on my flat hard belly, and then, i left it sliding down, over my belly button and deeper... deeper and eeper. when i arrived at my swollen lips, i placed my hand over them and started to press my hips against my hand. i left my hand totally without any movement and just pressed my cunt more and more wanting against my fingers.

then i heard somebody coming down the stairs. i couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. i stopped my little play for short, but when i didn't hear anymore any noises from the siars or from the corridor, i started to carress me again, thinking, “oh fuck, that's so typical, this idiot doesn't have the guts to show up here...”, when the door flew open.

marc was standing in the door, smiling at me.

“so here's where you are...”

i was still rubbing my cunt, opening my lips, i looked him deeply in his eyes and then i said,

“come here... come here and fuck me... fuck me now, please...”

then, i slid my middlefinger in my now very wet pussy, deep into myself, deep until the knuckle, and then i pulled it again out. i looked at it in the light of the dim light bulb hanging from the floor, and then i licked my juice off it. doing so, i looked directly at the bulge in between marc's legs.

“come here... come here to me...”

as if in trance, he opened the belt of his pants and unbuttoned them. his beautiful and hard cock sprang out, and he wrapped his hand around it while stepping out of his pants and his boxer shorts. he smiled at me and said,

“okay, my little slut, so you want that i bang you right here, in this toilet... okay, okay, you whore, i'm game... you have made me so fucking horny, all this time... put down your dress, i wanna see your tits...”

i dragged the dress over my head, his lookes were transfixed on my small hard tits. he understood from my rock hard nipples how horny i was in that moment.

“come here, you dirty whore, and suck my dick!”,

he said. i slid down the tile wall, falling on hands and knees, and crawled slowly over the dirty floor over to him. doing so, i looked always up to him, like a little kitten is looking up to its lordling.

he stroked his cock with slow and calm movements while i was coming closer and closer.

“yeah, come over here. that's right, you horny bitch. come on and suck my cock... do you feel how horny i am? god, my balls are so full, damn whore... ahhhh... ahhhh... oh yesss... go around the tip with your tongue, just like that... hmmmm... good... you are doing that pretty good, you are a damn fuck slut, aren't you... ohhh yesss... massage my balls, that's so fucking great....”

tenderly, he placed his hand on my head, his fingers ran through my hair, he was caressing his little randy kitten that wanted to be fucked oh so badly. then he pressed my head close to him, allowing his cock to run deep in my throat. i was for a second without air, but i didn't care, i wanted his cock deep down in me...

slowly, i kissed upwards, over his belly, sliding with the fingers of one hand over his chest while my other hand still massaged his cock. my tongue went over his throat, pressing, wanting, a mix of tenderness and randy dirtyness. with a hand he grabbed wildly at my ass, enjoying the feel of my roudn hard ass against the palm of his hand. with his left hand, he grabbed my tits, twisting and turning my rock hard nipples. i moaned loudly.

we looked each other in the eyes. i saw his look saying “i wanna fuck you, claudia, i just wanna fuck you, just the best way i am able to, you fucking slut”. our looks sucked each other, it was just us two in that moment, our bodies, our desires. then, i threw my head back, placed one hand on his neck and pulled him into me. he closed his eyes, felt my lips and my tongue and just abandoned to my kiss.

our tongues played with each other, wanting, i went deep in his mouth, in between his sharp teeth. i loved to play the wanting, desirering part. marc gasped in lust, i felt his cock in my hand pulsating while he stroked hard over my ass.

i was totally horny, i just wanted to be taken immediately by marc in this dirty toilet. i broke our kiss for a second of placing myself belly down on the toilet bowl. with a hand, i went under myself and started to pleasure myself. oh fuck, i was sooooo wet. my cunt smacked loudly when i placed my fingers on it. i raised my ass a little.

marc knew what i wanted and knelt behind me. he nearly didn't touch me, i was just feeling the pulsating tip of his cock that he pushed in between my ass cheeks. i grabbed deeper under me and got hold of his dick. i didn't want to wait any longer, and in one fell sweoop, i pushed him in my wet and waiting cunt. ahhhh, it was soooo good to feel him now.

marc nearly didn't move, he left it to me to move for taking him as deep as possible. i moaned again.

without raising my head, i sighed against the toilet bowl,

“oh god, yes, fuck me... oh yes, bang me hard now... yessssss... oh so good... deep... come on, bang me with your hard cock, oh fuck, nail my cunt... that's it, that's it... oh yessss... a little harder now... harder... come on, fuck your little slut... oh yesssss!!!”

his hands had grabbed my hips, and while he was pushing his cock harder and harder and quicker and quicker in my pussy, every now and than, he gave me firm slpas with his open hand on my ass. also he abandoned now again to talk to me dirty, just like i love it:

“yeah, you little fuck hole, i'm fucking you in your gaping cunt... oh it's so good to fuck you, you whore... come on, make yourself a little tighter for my cock... ahhhh yesss, that's so good... you horny little slut... that's turning you on, does it... oh such a nice little firm ass... SLAP... come on, my little whore, and move... let me fuck you...”

the sweat was running in streams down my face, my hair was sticking to my front. i was just hole for this man, i just wanted his cock, i had totally forgotten where i was.

then, all of a sudden, the door from the toilet opened. my god, we had forgotten to lock it. in shock, we froze in our absurd position and starred to the door.

it was the little waitress babbling,

“oh... scusate...” (“oh... i'm sorry...”)

marc told me afterwards that in that moment, he thought “oh fuck, if this little slutty waitress is going to ruin this great fuck now, i'm getting nuts! fuck, i'm too horny now, shit i just want to cum, i just want to shoot my load...”

we both looked at the waitress standing in the toilet door, a bit trembling. her lower lip was really quivering. why the fuck she was excusing herself, anyhow? guess you could have heard perfectly well with closed doors what was going on in her. and fuck, why was she still standing there as if frozen, watching down at the naked bodies in front of her, mine being stretched in a humiliating way over the toilet bowl, and marc, all naked behind me?

for long moments, all three of us were not moving at all, not saying anything. then, we noticed the hand of the waitress, herself not knowing exactly where to put it. a little innocent girl not knwoing where to go. sweet! her face was angelic, with a small snub nose and a fantastic, candid skin. her eyes were so clear, so innocent – and a bit fearful. she was all nervous, breathed quickly, putting some hair behind her ear.

it was marc who understood first. he told me later that he had noticed already that she was the only one who had seen that i had exposed myself to him.

he licked over the palm of his hand and gave me another hard smack on my ass. it was a snapping bang echoing from the tile walls, and the waitress winced, but didn't move for a centimeter. With a smacking noise, marc withdrew his cock from my pussy. i wanted to protest, but he pushed me back onto the bowl.

“just shut up, my little whore, i'll fuck you just as you wish, just wait...”

he stood up and went to the sweet waitress who in the meanwhile finally has pushed her hand under her skirt and fondled herself in her slip. her eyes were glued to his glorious cock glistening from my cunt juice. he ran his hand shortly over her face, went with his hand in her hair and constrained her with his eyes down. without losing contact to his eyes, she went down on her knees willingly, he directed her to his cock, and she started immediately to suck away my juice, wild and greedy.

“come here, claudia, come her and help the little slut a bit. yes, lick your own cunt juice from my cock... yes, that's it, crawl over here, nice and slowly, on your fours, my little kitten... oh yessss... yesss... suck away all, you... oh shit... make my cock nice and wet with your tongues, with your saliva...”

marc looked down. it must have been a nice view, seeing me and the little horny waitress, with her little slutty hunger, her greed and her horniness. every now and then, i went with my tongue over his cock to hit her lips, and i saw how he liked it.

for a few moments, the only sound in the toilet were the smacking noises of us two pampering his cock. i knew it was too much for him, i just felt it. he just had to shoot his load. he pushed the face of the girl away for being able to grab his cock himself. he simply loved this pose. two randy fuck sluts on their knees in front of him, and he, standing over them, now quickly stroking his cock.

the waitress was sliding a bit away from him when she understood where he was heading, but that was to my advantage. i just wanted to throw myself onto his cock again, i wanted to lock my lips around it to have him shooting his load deep down my throat. but he was pulling my head away by my hair.

“no no, my little cum-hungry fuck slut. i'm not going to shoot it down your throat, no, i just want that you look exactly the dirty little fuck whore that you are...”

for a moment, i looked up to him, now really puzzled. i was surprised about the change of this friendly guy i got to know in our business meetings, now treating me like a filthy whore in this dirty little toilet. but he saw that this was turning me on tremendously. the fingers of my right hand just continued to go in and out of my cunt while i was kneeling in front of him. and now, i just waited for the moment...

his hand now ran in long strokes over his dick, then his movements were getting harder and quicker, he was only rubbing over the top third of his cock anymore. the little waitress in the corner was totally transfixed to this spectacle. he grunted like a deer, like a stallion... his orgasm was gigantic, i noticed he was relaxing totally, there was this broad smile in his face, and he laughed out loudly, and then... then...

his cum shot out of his pulsating cock in thick white sticky stremas, shooting in my face, on my throat, on my eyebrows, in my hair...

“yessss... oh yesss... ohhhh claudia, you dirty slut... oh yessss...”

my god, loads and loads of cum, it seemed like it never stopped. marc was smudging my entire face with his cum, but i just couldn't get enough of it. with one hand, i rubbed myself, with the other one, i grabbed his now softening cock and dragged it through the cum in my face.

marc needed a break, but i didn't yet, i was soooo horny now. that's when i remembered the little waitress again. i looked over to her. she was leaning with her back against the tile wall, she had her skirt pushed up, and she had masturbated wildly when marc had shot his load in my face. now i saw that the waitress had collapsed and slid down the wall, she was sittling on the dirty floor, her legs widely spread, and with both hands, she was rubbing her pussy. her slip was pulled a bit to the side, and marc and i saw she was shaved. her eyes were closed, and she moaned silently and choked, with a last bit of shame, as if she would have been a bit embarrassed by all this.

i sat on my heels and said,

“vieni qua, piccola troietta...” (“come here, little whore...”)

she looked over to me, and i felt it immediately: she had never had any experience with another woman. this was thrilling me, i felt with my hands how my cunt started to pulsate. the girl had a doubtful look in her face, she really didn't know what to do, but her still moving and rubbing hands showed me that she was terribly randy, and that she really wanted to cum. i wanted to help the young slut, and i know how to deal with girls like that.

“ti ho detto di venire qui, zoccola...” (“i told you to come here, slut!”)

“hi... hi can speak ha little bit english, you speak english...”

she had heard that marc and i had spoken english, and she had understood from my accent i was not italian. she liked to speak english, maybe this was giving an exotic touch to all of this.

the girl stood up, flattened her skirt and came slowly over to me. she really looked great, her hair a bit disheveled, her skirt wrinkled, her high heels made clicking noises on the tile floor. then she stood in front of me.

“you want i make, lady?”

i was smiling at her.

“that's good, you little cunt... you are just as horny as i am. you want his cum too, don't you? just lick it out of my face, before all drips down onto my tits...”

that was true, his cum slowly was getting liquid and started to drip down from my chin to my tits. the girl, still perfectly dressed up for serving upstairs, sank without any word on her knees in front of me. cowardly she placed her hands on my shoulders. i felt her hot and quickly flittering breath. but i saw her animal like horniness in her eyes. this girl wanted it, and she wanted it now.

the waitress leaned softly forward, and suddenly, there was her brisk little tongue, tracing for the first time through marc's slime on my cheek. she stops for a moment, it seems that some of his cum is dribbling down from her bottom lip, but she pushes it back with the back of her hand.

“hai... hai lika dis... good...”

she babbled and smiled innocently. then her tongue went back to work in the puddles of cum in my face. i knelt nearly without any movement in front of her, letting it just happening, making her believe she was in control of everything. that is one of my tricks with inexperienced girls: just give them the impression they are in control.

while she licked through my face, i grabbed for her right wrist. she let it happen. i squeezed a bit. she let it happen. carefully and slowly, i now took the hand of the waitress and ran with it over my clavicle. she let it happen, but now i noticed how her breath went faster, how her tongue licked faster through my face for licking me clean.

my hand was now on top of hers, and i was directing both hands to my left tit. the girl felt how my skin got softer and softer, how she slowly slid over an elevation. then she felt for the first time at the outside of her hand a rock hard nipple, wrinkled small and stiff. i had guided her hand as by accident there.

there was again a choked moan from her. then i felt that she was not licking anymore marc's come out of my face, but she covered my face with tiny small, aspirated kisses, moaning silently,

“ohhh... lady... hisse good, hisse soooo good...”

i made her hand slip over my nipple just onec more. the girl placed her hand on top of it, didn't want to move away of it anymore. my nipple went through her fingers, she slid very lightly, very tenderly over it. then she finally kissed me, with no hesitation anymore, right now she was a young, willing woman knowing what she wanted. her tongue with the taste of marc's cum ran deep in my mouth while she softly pinched my nipple.

i looked over to marc who sat on the floor, just watching us. he looked cool, his cock, even if not errect, had an impressive size. he smiled over to me and gave me a sign to go on.

while french kissing her, i slowly pushed the waitress backwards, until she completely layed on the dirty floor. my hand pulled her skirt up. i saw that her slip was all wet, her swollen cunt lips were emerging through the thin and wet fabric. i pushed her slip aside, and the girl moaned. she jerked instinctively, and our kiss broke. she pulled me close to her, her face was beautiful. her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly opened, and there was a stain of cum on her cheek.

she now was fully under my control. if she ever wanted to build up resistance, it was ages ago. my hand was fondling tenderly her pussy, playfully, whimsical, as if my hand didn't know what to do. with my thum, i touched her clit every now and then, just very very lightly, just like e light breeze flowing over it, and she groaned loudly every time i touched it.

i pressed her closer to me and whispered dirty things in her ear to make her still more horny. i knew her cunt was very wet by now, with each of my light strokes, she tried to push her hips against my hand, but i didn't let this happen, yet.

i layed on top of her, i was totally naked, she was still more or less dressed. i was rotating my hips on her thigh. i was wet too... i was so wet that my cunt juice left a glistening puddle on her thigh. my ass went up and down, and i slid with my wet cunt all over her thigh.

the waitress was close to tears by now, she wanted to cum so badly, and i had only touched her very slightly, up until now. she was totally in trance, her lips were moving, she babbled, now again in italian, she was imploring me to touch her, to rub her, to masturbate her, to make her cum...

“dai, lecca la mia figa, dai...dai...” (“come on, lick my cunt, come on... come on...”)

she was groaning obscenities. finally i had her where i wanted her, she was ripe, she wanted her pussy to be licked by me. she smelled sweet, and i saw how her slit glistened from her wetness. her clit was hard and stiff by now, like a little penis it loomed in between her swollen cunt lips.

“ti prego, succhiami... ti prego...” (“oh please, suck me... please...”

i leaned over the girl's pussy, and the waitress opened it readily with her greedy hands. i let a drop of spit dribble down onto her moving hands. this turned the waitress on very much, she rubbed herself hard and firmly now.

“oh siiii... dammi la tua saliva... ohhhh...” (“oh yes... give me your spit... oh...”)

i let dribble down a little bit more spit, her cunt smacked from the wetness. then, i just couldn't wait any longer and sank with my face in between her legs until my lips touched the moving fingers of the waitress.

marc has told me that by then, he had only eyes for my moving ass. he didn't care about the little babbling girl anymore, but was transfixed to my ass. he went on all his fours and crawled over to us. he was smelling our cunt juices, he was smelling my sweat, he saw that i was covered all over in sweat. now he even heard better my voice, whispering dirty italian words in the ear of the waitress. and he heard that she was answering me.

he stroke with his face tenderly and carefully over my thigh to inhale deeply the flavour of my skin. his hands grabbed my ass, kneading it, massaging it. then he sank in my ass crack, slid with his face through it, with his nose, hard, not tenderly anymore, but greedy and demanding. he pulled my ass cheeks apart, then he raised his head again for looking down at me, then, finally, he slid with his wet tongue in my little tight asshole, covering me in his wet and sweet saliva, pushing in me, sliding out of me, licking again broadlich over my ass cheeks, then back again in my back hole. he fucked me slightly with his tongue, and he felt how he stretched my muscles entering me.

god, for me it was so good to feel his tongue in my asshole, knowing he did not have any taboos made me just wild. i turned my head back and said back over my shoulder to him,

“come on, fuck me there, marc, fuck me in my ass... it's nice and tight, i'm sure you're gonna like it...”

i felt his cock sliding through my crack, and i stretched out my ass in the most tempting way possible. marc spit on the tipof his cock and spread his spit with the tip of his dick in my crack, on my hole. then his hands grabbed me, he placed them on my ass cheeks and pulled them widely apart. i knew this was the moment. i let lose as much as possible. his cock pushed against my hole. it seemed as if i was really too tight for him, but then... suddenly... ahhhh... he went deep n my ass... his hand slapped my ass, and i felt his cock so tight in me... it was soooo good...

the girl under me fondled herself wildly. i lambently went with my tongue in between her moving fingers, and finally the tip of my tongue found her warm wet and firm cunt flesh. greedly i pushed away the hand of the waitress for dragging slowly and firmly my face through her slit. i stimulated her with my chin, with my nose, smirched my face with the young girl's cunt juice for finally landing with my lips on her small hard clit.

the waitress opened her mouth, and when she noticed how i teased her sensitive flesh with my sharp teeth, she let out a loud groan, half appalled and desperate, half giving in and horny. i bit in her clit, first tenderly, then harder, and she screamed out. at the same time, i slid with three fingers deep in her cunt that was wet all over. the girl just didn't know anymore what was happening to her.

marc saw how the waitress rolled with her eyes, she was very close to fainting. he pumped hard in my ass, and i felt he was close to cumming again, when i had another of my ideas. i made a move, and he slipped out of my ass. he was disappointed, but my intent was to just give it to the girl, i just wanted to give her the experience of her life.

“i want you to let her lick your cock nice and clean, the little whore, marc, then we go on...”

marc smiled, then he knelt close to the girl's face. his hard cock that seconds before was buried deep in my ass was glistening nicely. he knelt over the pretty face of the waitress and watched me how he fingerfucked the girl, saying:

“come on, you heard claudia, lick my cock nice and clean before i ram it up again in claudia's ass... come on, just do it, you slut!”

i am sure she did not understand half of what marc was saying, but she opened willingly her little mouth, and he pushed his hard on with a single quick move deep in between her lips. her groaning was now muffled by his hard dick. sitting like this on the girl's face, marc said to me,

“okay claudia, now just send the little slut over the top... suck her clit... she is so pretty tight in her mouth, the little whore, she really knows how to suck cock, i'd bet she does this every day... good, she really wants to suck the cum out of me, the slut... oh yeah, go on like that, claudia... just look how she's moving under us... the slut is ready...”

he was right, i noticed it the same moment: my face was squirted with her cunt juice, the girl had a wild orgasm and was squirting cunt juice. when marc saw how i bathed my whole face in her juice, he just moaned out,

“oh shit... i don't care, i'm shooting her in her mouth... i'll fuck your ass later, claudia... fuck but i need to shoot now... ahhh i feel how it's coming... ah yes... there... there... there!!!”

he pushed his cock deep in her throat, and i heard her gurgling, she nearly didn't get any air anymore. but she was sucking his cum greedily, and when he finally pulled his dick out of her mouth, she groaned disappointed,

“ohhhh... voglio il tuo cazzo... dai... il tuo grosso cazzo nella mia bocca...” (“ohhh... i want your cock... come on... your big cock in my mouth...”)

marc smiled briefly, then he said to me,

“listen, where do you live? don't we want to go to your place?”

i agreed, as the weekend had only just begun, and i asked him what he wanted to do with the little slut.

the waitress was laying trembling and still groaning animal like in front of us.

“we'll take her with us, just for having a bit more fun, shouldn't we?”,

proposed marc and squeezed hardly one of her tits. i laughed out and thought, wow, this is going to be one hell of a weekend... (in fact it was one hell of a WEEK, but i will tell you later about it). then, we started to dress again, our clothes were all wrinkled and stained with cum. whoever would have sawn us coming out of the bathroom like this would have known immediately what we had been doing there.

i was talking shortly to the waitress, telling her about our plans. first, she didn't want to come with us, she was afraid, afraid of our sexual energy, afraid of her own greed which minutes ago nearly had made her faint. i gave her a 50 euro note, telling her this was the advance for her tip. she smiled at me and was convinced right away. really, a little whore...

but if i was paying, i was going to decide what the girl had to do, and i liked that power. also the waitress would have experienced a lot of things this weekend, and she wouldn't have had any more a chance to step out of it. i bought her soul and her body, and i was already abandoning myself to fantasies what i was going to do with her beautiful young body during this weekend.

marc didn't notice our small financial transaction, he didn't understand italian, and he was speaking on his mobile phone with kirsten, his boss. he covered the microphone with his hand and told me with a low voice,

“fuck, she's complaining, she doesn't want to stay alone in a hotel in this town, what shall i do?”

“just invite her. i'll prepare something to eat for us. go back to the hotel, and tonight, you come with her to my place. the girl here may serve us then, i'll take her home right now...”

we ordered to taxis. the waitress said to the café owner that she was feeling very sick, and he answered he had noticed that she had been for a long time in the toilet... haha. i took the girl to my place, and marc took a taxi to the hotel. we decided to see each other again in three hours...

angela

i have had a little story this weekend, but it was just plain, “normal” sex with a guy, so i don't know how much you'll be interested in this. he was pretty much a bummer, because he was too fucking aroused. the first time, he came just from some dirty words i had said when he had just entered, and the second time, he came when i stroked a bit my cunt to be ready for a second round, but this idiot was so turned on by this that he came as soon as i grabbed for his cock. he was sorry about it, but i don't like very much having men feeling sorry about them cumming to early – i am still the frustrated part while he had his fun...

i remembered something that happened about a year ago – i had this described in my old blog, and i recently found it again. as i met angela yesterday night again, i thought it was worthwhile to post this again. she still is VERY sexy, and we were heavily petting with our eyes yesterday. but she was with a guy, and i felt that she didn't want to share him with me (or to share ME with him?).

anyhow, this is what happened a while ago:

after i had been on a little vacation with a couple of very good friends, i was VERY horny. well, to be honest, the entire little vacation with both my friends has got me pretty much horny, always listening to them, but only finger-fucking myself. being them on the loud side, i also tried to let them hear me by moaning a little louder than usual while bringing myself off, but they have never reacted, and the fabulous thresome with them was happening only in my fantasies.

yesterday evening, i wanted someone to fuck, and i wanted that so desperately. i just went to the bar over the street - it's not the bar i usually go to, most of the people who hang out there are middle-aged bikers, not really my type of thing. but i wanted to fuck, and i was ready to pick the first acceptable guy and drag him in my bed.

as always when i plan things, everything goes completely different. right in the moment i stepped into the bar i knew everything was going to change. at the bar, i saw HER. she is a little older than me. and she's looking great. short black hair. deep brown eyes. small mouth. lips as i like them, not too full, not too small. very white teeth. a small nose. dressed all in black, black tight jeans, black t shirt with long arms, black jacket. and a very nice smile. a lot of silver rings on most of her fingers. she smiled over to me, rolling a bit her eyes, as she was surrounded by three guys who tried to start conversation with her.

i know angela occasionally. we have met in various occasions, but we have never talked that much. now, she was glad i was there, she was totally bored by the guys. we drank a bit, we talked about the guys in the bar, i told her about my mini holidays with my friends (of course wthout any detail). i felt her looks on me. she looked at me just like a man: deep into the eyes. directly on my lips. directly on my tits. down my stomach. up again to my eyes. i know she was looking to attract me. she ran into an open door...

after a while, i told her i had my appartment right on the other side of the street, and that i even had some booze at home, and that we could save easily the money we were spending in the bar, plus, we could avoid the hungry looks and the really stupid hook up lines from the guys. she just nodded and paid her bill.

when we crossed the street, she grabbed my arm.

it took ages till the elevator arrived. we didn't speak a word. same in the elevator. total silence, waiting for something to happen that both of us knew would happen.

in my appartment, she went straight to the bath room, while i took the lemon liquor from the freezer. heavenly stuff.

before she was back, i had my blouse one button more open. she sat close to me on the sofa - i mean, my sofa is big, she had all sorts of opportunities, but she chose to sit close to me. we drank, laughed and got to know each other.

at a certain point, angela laid her head on my lap. just as a tired friend would have done. again, both angela and me knew she definitively was NOT tired. we were just looking how to begin what we both had decided.

i ran my fingers through her black hair. surprisingly soft. with the tips of my fingers, i ran around the outer edge of her ear. she moaned and closed her eyes. i went with the tip of my index finger over her cheek bone. over her cheek. over her chin. close to her lips. she opened her mouth a little. i ran my fingers over her upper lip. again. and again. now touching a bit her teeth. then i felt her tongue. warm. wet. she licked my finger. she sucked my finger into her mouth. one finger, two fingers.

i bend down to her. held my face over hers for some time. looked deep in her eyes. again, her mouth so open. so waiting. finally, my lips were on hers. her lips were dry, but her mouth was so wet... she went deep into my mouth with her tongue, and she started to try to get with on of her hands under my blouse. i had my right hand already on her tit. angela has small tits, god, but her nipples are getting SOOOOOO hard. a knob under her t shirt. and she was very (VERY) sensitive. she moaned through her nose while i was only stroking her nipple with the palm of my hand through the cotton of her shirt.

i made her raise for a second, pulled her shirt over her head. told her how beautiful she was. then, i gave her little kisses and licks from her throat downwards. licked under her tits. then slowly upwards again, until i felt her nipple close to my nose. pressed a bit with my nose, letting her do the rest. letting her guide her nipple onto my hungry lips. i licked and sucked her, and she was getting really horny, moaning loader now. i bit a bit on her nipple, she loved that, i felt her goosebumps on her back.

she undressed me very quickly, not wasting time, nearly not looking at me. she wanted to FEEL me, to TOUCH me, to SUCK me. her desire was physical. i had her all over me.

she was naked before me. and she took my hand and pressed it onto her cunt. she rubbed her cunt hard against my hand, and with her second movement, i felt her wetness. a bit sticky. smelling very fresh, good. i showed her how i sucked her juice from my hand. she pressed my hand back onto her pussy, offering me more of her juice.

then, she just pulled me down in between her legs. i tried to resist to build up some more erotic tension, licking around her belly button, but she arched her hips up and pulled me down onto her cunt. she had very little curly black hair on her pussy. she opened it with one hand for me, with the other, she pulled me into herself. i was nearly running out of air, her scent was everywhere. i pushed against her cunt with my entire face, i split her pussy lips with my nose. god, she was so wet, her juice was all over me. smelling good. tasting bittersweet.

while i licked her pussy, she tried to drag down my jeans, but didn't succeed. i stood up, took her by the end and guided her to my bedroom. she pushed my onto my bed and pulled down my jeans in a rush. she was surprised when she saw that i was shaved, and that i did not wear anything under my jeans.

but she didn't lose time in asking and pushed two fingers in me. i was wet too. i pushed against her fingers, i wanted her so deep in me.

we attacked each other. it was incredible. both of us were very horny, and we did not want to lose too much time in foreplay. very quickly, we were 69ing, sucking, licking and pushing tongue and fingers in the other's cunt.

angela's pussy is very tight, and that gives you an incredible sense of friction, especially when you have one or two fingers in her. it's like being sucked into her, incredibly soft, incredibly wet. she loved being finger-fucked, especially when i started to press with my wrist against her clit.

the best thing is that we nearly came in the same moment, with her screaming her orgasm into my contracting pussy.

we continued the sucking and fucking for most of the night, she only left this morning, as she had to go to work.

it remained unspoken, but none of us thinks that this night is the big start of something new. we just found each other in a very special moment. she just wrote me a sms with just one word: "grazie" (thanks). more or less what i would have written her. we needed each other tonight.

it might happen again. it might remain a one night stand. who knows? it was very very nice, that's the most important thing.

having fun with the mirror 6: yes, much better without...

having fun with the mirror 5: yeah, i think it's better if i pull this slip away...

having fun with the mirror 4: i'm not sure if i like this silly slip...

having fun with the mirror 3: getting rid of my jeans

having fun with the mirror 2: kiss me!

having fun with the mirror 1: do you like to see mu new stupid little slip?

jason, helen and karen

my life at the moment is a drag - it's still november, and most probably, it's just not the right month for sex adventures. last weekend was a complete failure in this. but something else happened these days, and i want to share this with you.

i am still in a very saltuary e mail contact with a friend i got to know at my first job in a publishing house in germany. by the time, we had a strange relation: there were weeks that we fucked all nights, al nights long, up to the point that he once was called in the office of his boss who started with the words "it's not my business what you do during the nights with claudia, but i want you to be awake when you come in your office in the mornings". then, there were weeks and months when nothing happened between us. i had a boyfriend by that time, but i had a deep crush on this friend at work, let's call him jason. he was the opposite of me, very "normal", with normal ideas for his life, he always dreamed of having a wife, having kids (all things he has right now).

i don't know why, but somehow we were talking in our mails recently about the old days (which is something we have never spoken about), and he was pretty much surprised to understand that he was not a little sex toy for me, but that he was more important.

thing is that my memories related to him are always very spiced up - sex was a very important part of our strange relation.

as i said, i had a boyfriend by that time. but somehow, i was terribly attracted by jason. he had this - well, sort of innocent way to arrive at a perfect sex night. he had a nice cock, no veins at all, nice and thick and hard, and just the perfect size for my cunt, he just FITTED so well - the girls who read this will understand immediately what i mean. his size was just perfect.

but there was more about him than anatomic advantages. he was highly inventive. he's the first who photographed me while i was playing with myself (i still remember going with him to the small photography shop close to his street to pick up the printed pics - the guy behind the counter grinning and saying "do you want to have a look and to check the quality right here?", and we both with red heads saying "oh, no, that's not necessary..."). he was the first man i ever watched a porn movie with. and he was the first man i had a sort of threesome with.

the relations were rather complicated, by the time. thanks to our recent e mail conversation, i found out that jason had a lot of sex partners at the publishing house. i had only known of one: helen. she was working in the editorial department and was some years older than we. a small, petite girl - not really pretty, but sweet would be an appropriate description.

i knew that jason and helen had fucked occasionally, no strings attached for both of them. i was getting more and more friends with helen, and i was getting more and more attracted by her. and, even more important, i was feeling that she was longing for a lesbian adventure in her life.

well, in the end, this happened one night after a party, jason, i and helen were at her place, and at a certain point, she came in our bed, and i started to kiss and caress her, and she sucked my tits (that was the point when jason who was observing us came).

after that night, i had a very passionate and wild weekend with her - i've never told anybody about it, and i won't here. in his mail, jason asked me the other day if i ever had something serious with helen, and i did not answer. yes, it had been serious. not for her, for her, this had been an important erotic moment. for me, it has been the turning point of my life. the moment when i understood that i am truly bi, and that i always will be. but that's a different story.

we had planned this friday night for quite some time. helen, karen and i wanted to have just a girls' night at my place. no erotic plans, just some videos from the video shop, some good food, a relaxing evening. but there was still this enormous physical attraction between helen and me. karen was also working in the editorial department, she was five years older than me. pretty tall (i think two heads taller than me), long blonde hair, pretty attractive.

the evening started just as planned, we watched a movie, then we prepared something to eat, we drank wine, chatted about this and that. obviously, we talked about men, we talked about our collegues, and i found out that jason had had a night with karen, too. karen was not too impressed and was making jokes about jason.

helen was sitting close to me and placed one hand on one of my thighs, stroking me very slightly, and i saw that karen noticed this, but didn't say a word.

well, the entire atmosphere was pretty much sexed up, and we were just three silly girls. no one ever thought that this could have become serious. and it got serious, even if only for one night.

at a certain point, we decided to call jason. he was at home, and i didn't have the impression to disturb him in something very important. i asked him if he wanted to join us in my little flat, and he said yes without any hesitation. well, i guess it must have been some sort of dream for him - he hadn't fucked with me for some time, last time he saw me naked was when helen had sucked my nipples, and karen - well i guess she was a nice addition in his dreams.

i think that karen was a little too much thrilled about the idea, she immediately started to make plans how we should seduce jason. in the end, karen and helen decided that i had to be the "aggressive" one with him, they wanted me to start everything. i was drunk enough to agree, so we just sat there, drank a bit more and waited for jason to arrive.

then he rang my door bell, and i went to open the door. he looked a little nervous, and i told him to calm down, we were just going to have a nice evening, that was all. when he came in my living room where helen and karen were stretched on the floor watching a movie in tv, he relaxed and sat on my couch. i poured him some wine, we four chatted a bit. then, helen gave me a little sign, and she and karen "concentrated" on the movie.

i was sitting close to jason, and i started to run with my hand over his chest and over his flat stomach while we were watching the movie. he placed one of his hands on mine, i think to stop me, as he was embarressed, in front of his other two occasional fucks. but i carried on, starting to give him sweet little kisses on his neck, on his throat. seeing that helen and karen were transfixed to the movie, he relaxed a little more and sank back into my sofa while i kissed a little wetter and rubbed a little harder. he took my face and gave me a deep french kiss, his tongue went deep in my mouth, sliding over my tongue and my teeth. i felt i was longing to have him again in me, to have this perfect fitting cock in me. i knew we were going to fuck, and at this stage, i didn't care anymore very much if we would have had an audience or not. if, it would have been helen (who definitely had a crush on me by that time) and karen (who i supposed to have a crush on jason, even if she was making jokes about him - or BECAUSE she was making jokes about him).

i felt his strong hand moving from my thigh over my hip to my side. i turned around slightly, offering him easier and quicker access to my tit than he had hoped. he stroke slightly with three fingers over it, and i felt how my nipple grew stiff immediately. we kissed again. a longer kiss, just as deep as before. now his full hand was on my tit, his other hand on my ass, pressing it gently.

i know now that he always thought my heavy breathing was false and only a sign for the other two. i only told him a few days ago that it was not meant at all to be a sign, and that i just had abandoned to my feelings. i know it's hard to believe, but i did not care anymore that much about the other two. i would have find a way to have my fun with jason without any embarrassement regarding our stupid initial girly plan.

but when i breathed a bit heavier, karen and helen noticed. they stood up and came close to us. helen said,

"hey, that's not fair, i want to kiss him, too..."

and she pulled me away from him. only to give him a deep kiss herself. after that, she said,

"mmhhh, good, don't you want to try, karen?",

and it was karen's turn to french kiss him. he was just laying there, very close to being totally passive. partly because i guessed it fitted good in the game, partly because i really wanted him for myself, i said,

"oh, i was first, now leave him alone, please, he's mine...",

pushing playfully karen from the sofa and taking the position i had before. i felt his hands roaming over my body much quicker now, and i saw a very big bulge in his pants. jason was getting horny from this, no doubt. an erotic dream was very close to getting true. i placed one leg in between his and rubbed slowly against his hard cock while kissing with him.

while still kissing, i felt helen's lips very close to my ear whispering

"let's go to your bed, claudia..."

as in trance, we stood up. somehow, we four hugged, and somehow, we went to my bed room. i still do not know how we managed to go there, i just remember we were all embracing, somehow. jason was the first who stretched on the bed, karen cuddled close to him on one side, helen on the other. there was only one position left for me, so i layed on top of him and kissed him again deeply. he placed both his hands on my ass and squeezed. he knew from our nights that this is something that turns me very much on - i'm just very sensitive on my ass, there seems to be a direct connection to the sex center in my brain, the right touch of my ass gets me going quickly.

while i kissed him, i saw karen and helen starting to slide with their hands over jason's sides. nothing too pushy, just a very light yet very erotic movement.

i broke our kiss for a second, asking him,

"you like that, don't you, jason?"

and he just smiled and made,

"mmh...",

turning his head to karen and kissing her. i felt helen's little hand gently rubbing up and down my spine and pushing me slowly back onto jason. she and jason started to pull my blouse out of my jeans, helen's hand went under my blouse, touching my skin. i was laying on top of jason who was kissing karen, and i was melting under helen's hand.

i don't know if you can capture this moment, it was one of the most erotic moments in my sext life (which is not lacking of erotic moments). and i know from his mail that also jason is still thinking of that moment (he confessed that it is still one of his favourite pictures in his head).

helen and karen undressed me while i was again kissing jason. i was the first to be completely naked, and when i was, helen took me in her arms. i rolled off jason and kissed deeply with helen. i felt her hard nipples pressing against me. she had very small tits with beautiful dark brown nipples, and when i took off her shirt, she whispered,

"suck them please, claudia..."

i sank with my open mouth over her nipple, closed my lips and sucked her nipple slowly and gently into my mouth. i felt jason's hand sliding over my ass while i heard he was kissing karen, and i heard that they were undressing. it was not easy to peel off helen's very tight jeans, but i managed (they came off together with her panties). in no time, i had my hand in between her legs, and my middle finger pushed against her open slit, making her sigh out.

behind me, i felt jason's cock pressing against my back. it was karen stroking his cock and pushing it against my skin.

then, i rolled back again, moaning,

"jason, i want to fuck."

and he layed on top of me. i opened my legs widely, and his cock entered. fuck, i can feel him still today... nobody ever before or after fitted so perfectly my cunt. he stretched me, but just the little bit that is enjoyable. i just felt him with every nerve. he was everywhere, without moving. then we started a rocking motion, he started to fuck me, and helen's and karen's hands were over us, stroking gently.

helen was more aroused than karen, she crawled as close as possible to us, and jason started to finger her cunt while fucking me. helen moaned loudly.

karen was more silent, she just layed on her side, watching us three, pinching slowly her tits. then she kissed jason's shoulders, sliding down his spine. she was kneeling on our side, and i think she was licking over his ass. jason has a nice ass, very firm, but not too big.

i only noticed how he increased his pace, and i felt his cock pulsating in me. he came rather suddenly, hissing a short,

"oh shit... shit!"

he shot his full load deep into my pussy. i must say, by the time i was a bit angry about him, i had known him being able to do it much longer, but i think karen teased him with her tongue at his asshole while he fucked me, and i guess it's hard for a guy to resist.

the good thing was that him cumming did not mean any interruption of our sex. he rolled off me, and helen kissed me again deeply while i felt karen's very shy hand on my belly. i took her hand and pushed it down to my freshly fucked pussy, and her middle finger slid in me, sinking into this moist slimy mix of my own juices and jason's cum.

i don't know if this was the first time for karen, but she sure knew what to do. i still didn't break my kiss with helen, but karen was just about to make me cum, her middlefinger circled in me while she rubbed with her thumb over my clit.

i had my hand buried in helen's pussy by then, i was fucking her with four fingers, the closer karen got me to orgasm, the harder i fucked helen. then i came, fuck, it was a gigantic orgasm, and i made helen cum, too.

all four of us relaxed a bit, and it was jason to start again. as karen had not yet cum, i thought it was only right that he concentrated on her. i was a bit surprised when i saw that she positioned herself on knees and ellbows in front of him. but when i saw how natural this seemed to be for both of them, i thought that they might have found this position to be the best for them. i personally loved to fuck with jason having him on top - he has not such a long cock that is necessary for a fuck from behind, as far as my taste is concerned. but i saw immediately that karen just loved it. her face was all red from excitement while he banged her kneeling behind her, holding her firmly at her hips.

helen had positioned herself with spread legs in front of karen, and when karen finally came, she fell with her head right into helen's open and waiting pussy. karen screamed her orgasm into helen's cunt, throwing her head to the left and to the right, rubbing it into helen's pussy.

i knelt behind jason, kissing his neck, caressing from behind his chest, his nipples, sliding over his belly, finding finally his hard cock. i stroke his cock from behind - i had no fear it would get limp soon, but you never know...

karen had just cum too heavily to be able to satisfy helen completely. i pushed her gently away from helen and placed jason's cock at helen's pussy. then i whispered in his ear,

"now fuck her... fuck her good..."

i crawled around them, and while he pumped her, i knelt over her face, lowering slowly my pussy to her lips. she was sucking me so hungrily... i felt how his cum dripped out of me and right in her mouth. when he came again, he pulled out and shot on my belly, streams of his cum were running down my body, and helen scooped it up from under me.

karen joined us again, kissing jason deeply.

the night went on in thousands of combinations, possibilities and plays. we have never been together in bed, all four of us. i still had a couple of nights with helen, and there have been still some very passionate meetings with jason. no encounters anymore with karen.

then, slowly, our group fell apart: helen took a job in another town, and jason... well jason found the love of his life, and he told me that he could not continue seeing me, that it simply was "not fair". ha! he had fucked me hundreds of times knowing i had a boyfriend, but it was a differnt thing when HE had a girlfriend...

i was hurt by this, i was suddenly feeling his slut, and only with our recent mails, i understood his point of view. AND now i know that this night is a special though for him too. i think, all four of us will never forget what happened, even if three of us four are married now.

jason wrote me: "of course there are things much more important than sex. but my most important night in sex i had with you, helen and karen."

THIS, in the end, is the biggest satisfaction he could ever have given me.

[and i know he would kill me if he'd knew i wrote about it on the net. but i gave him and the girls a different name. and i doubt very much he is reading this blog. he is a good and loving husband and father - he would not read sex blogs. or would he?]

is this the end of the november blues?

finally, i've made it - i left my cocoon for an evening yesterday. my good friend k. managed to convince me to go out. i did not want to, i wanted to see a tv show i like, but she insisted saying that i really needed to go "right into a crowd of people".

obviously, she was right.

first, when i saw all these HAPPY people, i felt a bit disgusted. and alone. but then, k. introduced me to e., an old schoolfriend of hers. i was immediately attracted, maybe because e. did not have all this HAPPY atmosphere about him. he was dressed all in black, but not expensive clothes, more the jeans and t shirt and sweater type. he doesn't do much in his life, a part of playing drums in a band with a very small local success. in fact, i had seen him in a concert some time ago, but i had concentrated more on their bass guitarist (which is a girl - ahhh she's just beautiful, the angelina jolie type, oh i'm sure that a lot of the band's fans come to their concerts not for the music but for her).

e. happens to be very nice. he looks in my eyes and starts immediately talking about how it is to mix with people when you're not in the mood to meet people. he understands IMMEDIATELY my state of mind, by just looking quickly in my eyes.

i was overwhelmed and a bit flattered. and i started to think about the idea. i looked up and down at him, and i liked the idea. i started to relax, and we chatted and chatted. he is pretty cool and has some great cynical comments about people that i don't like. he makes me laugh.

after a while, k. came to our table and asked me if i joined her for the restrooms for a second. i told her that i liked e., and i asked her about him, if he had a girl friend etc. she told me that he had split with his gf about a month ago. that was good news.

back at the table, i ordered again a cocktail and found a way to talk about sex with him. i don't know about you, but i like to look at perfect strangers, trying to imagine how they masturbate. this is sometimes funny, sometimes yucky, and sometimes arousing, it's depending on who you see.

so we played this little game, looking at people and describing how they would masturbate. he described the men, i described the women, until he saw a girl he knew, and he said,

"well i know how she's doing it, but i really KNOW, so it's not fair."

and off we went talking about being present when somebody is masturbating (and you know i like that, don't you?). he told me that it has been always one of his fantasies to see a girl pleasuring herself, but that it had happened only once in his life, with that girl in the club. i didn't tell him that it is a huge turn on for me masturbating in front of others (and having others masturbate in front of me), but i made a little note in my mental notebook.

i was getting horny by our talk, and i guess it was the same for him, because at a certain point, he asked me if i wanted to stay in that bar for any longer, or if we shouldn't go somewhere else.

we left the bar and went to his car (an old renault 4, they nearly do not exist anymore - a bench in front!). when we sat, he was the one saying the classic phrase: "your place or mine?" i just answered "yours". the strange thing is that we did not do or talk anything else. no kiss, not even a slight touch. nothing. he started the car, and we drove through the night. e parked in a dark road in front of an old house.

he is living in an occupied house, together with i don't know how many people. inside, it didn't look as bad as i had expected, and we met only a girl sitting in the kitchen and eating some mushrooms under olive oil directly from the glass. from some rooms, there was some music, we walked up the stairs to the third floor, his room was there.

very essential. a desk with a computer, a chair, a mattress, a stereo. piles of cd, piles of books. i sat on the chair, and he stretched on the mattress. we continued talking, we continued where we had left, speaking about our fantasies. he offered me a beer, and when he brang it, he just stood there, in front of me. i rubbed my forehead against his chest, and he went with his hands through my hair. he smelled good. i pressed my forehead against his belly, feeling his hands on my shoulders, on my back.

then, he was on his knees, holding my face, and we started kissing. he's not that great kisser, but i liked the way he held me, i felt his fingertips sliding over the skin of my cheek, of my throat, of my ear.

and it was ME getting more agressive, it was ME placing my hand right in between his legs and feeling his big hard on pressing against his jeans. somehow, we managed to finish on the mattress, and we started to undress. all this happened without any words. when he finally put his hand on my pussy, i was already so damn wet. he licked over my belly and enjoyed seeing me shivering. he did this several times before sliding further down with his tongue.

he might not be a good kisser, but he eats pussy in a wonderful way. i've been with few men who know so exactly where to lick, where to suck, where to nibble and where to bite. e made me going very fastly, and again, it was ME wanting his cock in me, so i dragged him up, and we french kissed again. i licked all my juice from his face while i guided his dick to my cunt. i left my legs closed to feel more friction when he entered, and i think that was turning him pretty much on, as he suddenly slammed in me very hard and deep. it was amazing how he changed pace from a more romantic and sweet lover to a wanting and hungry man who just wants to fuck a sweet tight cunt.

he pushed his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly while pumping very quickly and very deeply into me. when he came, he pulled out of me and shot his load on my belly.

we fucked twice again, and i stayed at his place until this morning. he was still nice and pretty attractive in the morning, we had breakfast in their messy kitchen, there were some other people, but it seemed that they didn't care a lot about my presence.

i told him i had to go to office, and i took a taxi. we exchanged mobile phone numbers, he's the type of guy i would like to see again. we will see how this is going to develop.

to be honest, i didn't go to office, i didn't want to show up there with my face saying in huge letterings "i've just been fucked all night long", so i phoned telling them i was not feeling well. i had a second breakfast, and now i'm sitting in an internet cafe.

maybe november blues is over. at least, i heard some birds this morning. and i want to see e. again.

masturbating together

i know i'm slow in writing, and i'm sorry for that. my job is taking a lot of attention, lately. but yes, i HAVE a life worth writing about, it's just... guess it's still november - i really have to get over this.

here is another piece of my life - it happened two years ago, and some of you know it already. it still was a fucking wonderful weekend.

have you ever masturbated together with someone else? this is something that really gets me going. i think the trick is to give up any complexes you have, to just abandon yourself to it totally. i am asking as i did it again that weekend, with a good friend of mine. (yes, i have friends, not just sex partners). this girl had never attracted me sexually; i guess i just knew her for too long now.

saturday afternoon, she was at my place helping me to finally get my old (and beloved) vinyl records in the basement and to set up some new cd shelves. after we finished, we just sat on my sofa and chatted. we were drinking beer directly from the bottles. it was very sunny and very warm, the beautiful italian spring.

well, we talked about this and that, and of course also about men and women (she knows i'm bi). when she said that sometimes she envied my sex life, i told her that i had the feeling i was really insatiable, and that it was still not enough for me.

"what do you mean?" she asked me.

"well... i masturbate pretty frequently." i said.

she blushed and said,

"oh, you're not the only one; i do it pretty much every night before i fall asleep."

we both laughed a bit in embarrassment, then i asked her what she fantasized about when she did it.

"oh, guys and stuff."

she said, blushing again.

i insisted:

"stuff?"

she cleared her throat and said,

"uh well, cocks...and sometimes how they fuck me with force. i have these sorts of rape fantasies, you know...to be taken by force..."

okay, we talked about half an hour about our fantasies, and our conversation got more and more loose. at a certain point, i thought to myself, wow, i never thought antonella had all these naughty thoughts. i was getting really curious about how she did it, and i asked her if she used also toys.

"sometimes,"

she said,

"but i prefer my own hands."

i looked her in the eyes, took another sip from the bottle and said,

"show it to me, antonella... show me how you do it..."

she laughed out loud.

"you must be crazy, claudia... you really want me to masturbate here in front of you?"

i said calmly to her,

"yes, antonella. why not? i mean, it's just a natural thing, don't you think? but if you are too moral for that..."

"no, claudia, it's not that... it's just... well, i think it's a private thing..."

"for me too, antonella. i just want to know how you do it, that's all. if you don't want to show it, why don't you describe it?"

she looked at me in relief and said,

"oh yes, that's much easier... well, i start doing it when i'm laying belly down. i just place a hand over my pyjamas, over my... well, over my pussy... and i move my hips a bit... and...press... well, i press...myself...against my hand, and i start to rock a little..."

"do you get wet immediately like this, antonella?"

"oh yes, claudia, very much... then i get rid of my pyjama pants, as i want to feel my skin... still belly down, i reach under me and feel finally my... my wet pussy..."

"and then, antonella? what do you do next?"

"i turn around, claudia, and i push my pyjama top up... then i go with one hand on... on my breast... and with the other... well, you know..."

"so you squeeze your tit while you stroke your cunt, antonella?"

"jesus, claudia, don't talk like that!"

"why, antonella? that's what they're called; they are your tits and it is your cunt your stroking, isn't it?"

"well, uhm, yes... yes, I guess you're right..."

"you know, antonella, i do it completely differently... i like to strip in front of a mirror, to look at my body... then i start to slap lightly my cunt... i give it just very light slaps... that gets me so hot..."

"you do what?!? you really slap yourself?"

antonella asked me a little surprised. and that was when i said (maybe thanks to the ice cold beer),

"wait, just wait a little."

i went to my bath room and stripped totally, then i went back. antonella looked at me very surprised and shook her head:

"no, claudia, really, i... i don't want to offend, but really, i'm interested only in boys..."

i laughed and said,

"oh, antonella, i know... i just want to show you what i do, that's all. don't be frightened..."

then I knelt on the sofa and sat back on my feet. i spread my legs a little, and even if antonella was highly embarrassed, i felt her eyes roaming over my body. with one hand, i opened my cunt a little, and then i gave it a few very light slaps with the fingertips of my other hand. i closed my eyes. i wanted to concentrate on some sexy thoughts. i had some very wild pictures of very dirty sex in my mind, and i slapped myself a little harder. my other hand started to slide up and down my slit, and i could feel that i was getting wet very quickly. i half opened my eyes and saw antonella staring at me, half in disgust in response to my slutishness, and half interested. i saw how her nipples had gotten hard and how they were poking against her tight white t- shirt.

antonella was not what you would call a sex goddess; she's rather normal looking, nothing special at all. but now, she looked great. there was this expression of arousal in her face, and she seemed to have really nice tits...

i opened my eyes completely, and still rubbing my cunt, i told her,

"come on, antonella, do it too... it makes me feel better... and you want to do it just now, don't you?"

for an answer, she just rolled on her belly and placed one hand under herself. i saw her hips moving. she had an ass which was pretty round, but it really was sexy looking, seeing her fingers from behind under her moving ass. then, i saw that she opened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. she looked back to me over her shoulder. we looked at each other.

then came what turned me on most. both of us were looking right on the moving hands of the other. when she turned over and pushed her t shirt up, i was very close to cumming. and when i saw how she was pinching her nipple, staring at my three fingers buried in my cunt, i really came, and it was a huge orgasm. she came a few seconds later.

well, then we just relaxed for a while, then antonella spoke first,

"that was really nice, claudia, i liked that... do you want to do it again?"

we spent most of saturday evening masturbating together, talking about our wildest fantasies, stroking again, observing each other's cunts, talking about how we thought the other would have sex...and we never ever touched the other person (i guess that's what made it so special).

i still know that antonella is not interested in girls, and i really like her as a friend, so i didn't ever want to push it (and then again, she really is not my type, sexually speaking). but it was highly erotic fucking myself for her eyes and seeing how she did it to herself, and i surely hope we will have another evening like that.

messing with paint

i have found some of the installments i had on my first blog! and i know that some of you liked this little event that happened during the makeover of my new appartment, so here is what i wrote in spring:

i have bought a new flat which is bigger than the old one, and which is in a much nicer zone of my city. i will finally move in the week after easter.

i am pretty much exhausted of all the work that had to be done, but i like my new appartment very much, and everybody who saw it up until now loves it (it’s on the top floor of a building with five floors from beginning of last century, and it has even a little patio on the roof from where you have a splendid view over half of the city). right now, i’ll have debts until the end of my life, but who cares, it’s like paying the rent, but this is all MINE now...

in order to save some money, i have tried to do as much as i can on my own or with the help of friends. two weeks ago, debbie helped me with the painting of the walls.

debbie is a friend of mine i got to know in my previous job. she is nearly my age (she’s 25). she’s american who just came to italy because she loves europe, who found an interesting job and an interesting boyfriend, and now it’s 5 years she’s living here. her italian still has a strong american accent, but we speak in english, anyway.

for every italian it’s very obvious that debbie is a stranger, with her red hair, her green eyes and the little freckles around her nose. if you look close enough, she’s not looking THAT great, but italian men fall to her feet, maybe because of her eyes, maybe because of her accent, maybe because of the way she’s dressing, but most probably because of a mixture of all this. and for one other reason: she has this very broad smile, this very open laughter, that a lot of people misunderstandingly take for an invitation to her bed. i told her already millions of times that she has to avoid certain attitudes if she does not want to be taken as a little cheap and easy slut, but there is no way. she says “why? that’s the way i am, claudia, i would hate me if i’d control myself all the time...” i must say that she never really ran into trouble with this, maybe it’s because she has also a very charming way to make clear what she wants and what she doesn’t.

i have talked a lot about sex with debbie (maybe apart from katia she is the one who knows most about my secret life). we have kissed twice, once “for real” after a long night of sex talk – when we said goodbye, our goodbye kisses on the cheeks just somehow slid onto our mouths, and we kissed for a long time. when i placed a hand on her tit, she told me in a very gentle way “no”, and i have always accepted that. the second time was during a party with a lot of booze, but on that occasion, we were just fooling around for the video camera of a very horny guy (and on that occasion, it was her cupping my tits with both of her hands, but she was only joking for the camera, unfortunately... sigh...)

okay, so debbie came to my new appartment on a saturday morning. we had fixed the appointment for 9.00 am, and she was on time, as bright and crisp as always. i had a very bad hang over from friday night which had ended in a few too many vodka shots together with an old friend from school days.

what i like about debbie is that she can be so american. i mean, american like in all the tv show you may see. i’ve always asked myself if the tv shows show the american reality, or if american reality forms itself following the guidelines of the tv shows. anyhow, as soon as debbie saw me, she said “dear, i go down to the bar to buy some black coffee for us.” she is just a treasure.

then we started with the work. i had the inks mixed by the shop where i bought them, everything was ready for use. debbie had brought some old dungarees and an old white shirt and started to change. that’s another thing i like about her: she just changed in front of me – no looking for another room, no turning to the wall. she had a very simple black bra and black panties. the black bra was shining through the white blouse, and i made a comment. she just smiled.

i had my work outfit from the past weeks: a pair of old blue jeans and a t shirt that used to be blue. now, both were sprinkled already with all sorts of colours and dirt.

it took so much time to cover the floor with plastic foil, and to take everything that had not to be painted! but finally we made it, and finally we were ready to start. but we never went on that day very much.

i don’t remember who started this, but while we were stiring our paints (debbie had a terracotta red for the living room, and i was preparing a very light blue for a bath room), somehow we started to splash a little piant on each other, just by taking out the stick we used to stir the paint, and by shaking it in the direction of the other.

no idea if you ever participated in a food fight in a school cantine, but that’s the only comparision coming to my mind. it just starts with a simple stupid item, and then it’s getting bigger and bigger.

debbie laughed loudly, she liked this. so i scooped up some of my blue paint with one hand and threw it over to her, splattering her blouse with blue sparkles. she did the same with her ink. soon enough, we had an ink fight going on – it was the best possible environment for it: the walls still had to be painted, the floor was covered and protected by strong plastic foil, the windows were covered too.

i have a fantasy involving mud, and here we came rather close to that. when debbie wanted to do a tricky move on my back, she slipped on the paint on the floor and fell. i immediately grabbed my chance and sat down on her stomach, holding her arms firm. she laughed like crazy.

“now, my sweet debbie, you won’t laugh anymore...”

i just said (laughing myself), taking a plastic glass and dipping it into the bucket of ink close to me.

“no way you’re doing that, claudia... no, you won’t... you won’t!!!!”

but i was pouring the ink already down on her chest. i was taking more. laughing, she protested:

“are you crazy, claudia? don’t... don’t do that once more, no!!!!”

splash! another load of ink on her chest. her blouse was now soaking wet. i wanted to spread the ink all over her, so i started to sink my hands in it, not even thinking that i would have touched her tits in this way. when my hands were there, it was late for regrets, so i just smeared the paint roughly over her cleavage. she still laughed:

“okay, okay, you won, claudia...”

“haha, debbie, do you think that was it? i’ve so much more paint her, i just want you to take a bath in it...”

and i poured other paint on her. she didn’t laugh anymore. she just looked at me, waiting for my next moves. again, i placed my hands in the paint on her chest, but this time, i felt... i don’t know, i just FEEL if a girl wants my hands to stay a little longer on her tits. still, there was nothing really sexual about all this, but... there was a little itch building up. under the palms of my hands, i felt her stiff nipples, even through the bra and through the shirt. i smeared the ink on her clavicles.

maybe i have though a little too long about what i just felt under my hands, fact is that she managed to get away from me, and now it was her pulling me under. she was sitting over me, all shiny in light blue, the paint was dripping on me.

“now, claudia, it’s my turn, baby... i will soak you from your head to your feet in paint, i swear...”

i did not protest. i just was waiting for the paint to cover me. don’t know if you understand: this was no little game for me anymore. it was fulfilling a little twisted fantasy i’ve had in my head for a long time. it was asy for her to hold me in place: i did not try to get away. she took the bucket in both hands. then she went off me.

“you don’t move, claudia! just don’t fucking move!”

i had no intention to move. i was just staring at the bucket, begging for the shiny sticky paint to run over my body. very slowly, in slow motion, she poured to paint over me. the first splashes hit me on my throat, then she was moving slowly over my entire body, covering me completely in the paint. i ran my fingers through it, loving the silky feel.

when she had finished, she kneeled by my side, rubbing through the paint with her flat hands on my stomach, looking at me.

“you’re a mess, claudia...”,

she said. we both knew it was not a funny joke for me, anymore. but debbie is straight, there is nothing to be done about that. she said she was going down to her car to see if she found another shirt for herself, and left me alone.

fuck, fuck, fuck! i was so fucking horny, as soon as i hear the door slam, i just dragged away my t shirt, i wanted to roll in the paint, i wanted the paint to cover my skin. i opened my jeans, i wanted to push them down, but i did not have the time, i expected debbie to be back shortly (well, i had some warning time: she had no keys and had to use the door bell). with my left hand, i scooped up paint from the floor to smear it over my right tit, and i pushed my left hand into my jeans. i was soaking wet, and i pushed two fingers in me quickly. fuck, was sooooo randy, i just wanted to climax quickly... just before debbie came back... i masturbated violently, and i had a very short and not satisfying orgasm. my frustration grew when debbie phoned me on my mobile to tell me she was heading home to change, and that she would have come back in an hour...

my little treat

i'm still somehow recovering from my november blues, but at least there was a little treat this weekend.

i've been out of town for business. i didn't like too much to be away on a weekend (especially as it was a "bridge" weekend in italy - tuesday was off, so a lot of people did a long weekend from saturday until wednesday), but on the other hand, i thought that it might be better than sitting alone in my flat with sad thoughts.

the hotel i was in was not first class, but okay, the typical italian mid class place. nothing special, the beds a little too soft, the carpets a little too much out of fashion.

the appointments for the job went smoothly, no problems at all. they invited me for dinner on saturday evening, but i found a way to say no, i just preferred staying on my own. i didn't want to go out. i know that city, i know the places where to go, but i just didn't feel like doing anything special. i was just feeling ready for bed, for my ipod, for a good book.

i had already noticed that this hotel had no mini bars in the rooms which is annoying. i just wanted to eat a little snack and drink something, so i went down to the small bar. the typical sad hotel bar on saturday evenings: some salesmen slowly getting drunk at the bar, hoping for a little smile of one of the waitresses to have something to think about when they wank later in their sad little hotel bed. one one table, there was a young couple having dinner. they had a baby phone on the table, it was obvious that they were first time parents, and that they had left their baby up in the room. every now and then, they interrupted their conversation to listen to the baby phone.

i just had to smile at them. i swear, there was absolutely no second idea about it. they just looked so... so SWEET. they were young, i suppose both in their early twenties. she blushed when i smiled at them. she looked very shy, her eyes were always on the table or on her food while he talked silently to her.

i must say, i didn't care that much about them. i ate my steak, i drank my beer. when i waited for the dessert, i looked over to them again. he was still talking to her, both smiled at each other. i saw his hand on her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down while he still talked to her. i saw that she was looking over to me, every now and then.

don't know if you know this, but i'm kind of slow when it comes to understand certain things. and when i realize them, they just hit me like a hammer. they were talking about me. he was talking, smiling, rubbing her thigh, and she every now and then looked over to me, for then dropping her eyes to the table again.

i smiled openly over to them, they were the kind of people i like, just normal guys not pretending to be someone special. they invited me over to their table, and i just went over to them.

he asked me about my reason to be in the hotel, i explained a bit about my job, and then i asked them, and they told me that it was the first time since they have had their daughter they had decided for a little trip.

sabrina had a very pretty face. long curly dark black hair, brown eyes, an olive skin. the typical southern italian. remigio, her husband, was rather tall and skinny. both were from bari.

we talked and talked. i liked them very much, i liked their innocence. soon enough, they were talking about their families and how the birth of their daughter two years ago had changed again everything also in their relationship. remigio said:

"you know, we had a very intense... i mean, our relation was very intense... but now, with anna, things are difficult, she's often physically in between us..."

i saw how sabrina blushed again. but i saw also that she liked talking about the argument, both enjoyed to talk about this, it seemed not to matter that i was a perfect stranger, i was somehow a catalyst for them. i just threw in a question here and there, but it was mostly them talking about their relation, about their marriage.

we were drinking this heavy red wine they had had for dinner. i was surprised over the quantities they handled without any problem while i felt already the effect from three glasses.

at a certain point, remigio said,

"it's just as if erotic desires are increasing when you don't have the chance to live them out... lately i've had a lot of fantasies i've never had before, and we were talking about that earlier..."

sabrina stared at the table. i swear, i still had no clue where he was heading. so i laughed and said,

"well, all of us have a lot of fantasies, i personally think that fantasies are a very important thing in one's sex life, so i think there's nothing bad in having them."

he looked me right in the eyes.

"even if they are... if they are a bit strange, claudia?"

i smiled at him, but i felt suddenly a certain tension.

"sure, remigio. there's nothing bad in strange fantasies. i have them all the time..."

he cleared his throat. sabrina just sipped at her wine, she didn't look at me or him.

"you know, claudia, we... we were just playing this game before. it's silly, i know. we were... we were thinking how it would be to... to have sex with people from this bar. i mean, can you imagine to sleep with that fat man over by the bar? or with the bar tender? we were just playing games, of course, just imaginating... that... that sabrina would take one of them, and we... we would go in his room... and... well..."

"and she would fuck with them in front of you? i think that's not that strange for a fantasy, remigio, i think a lot of husbands would like to see her wife with another man..."

sabrina drank down her glass and looked at me, her face all red.

"or with another woman."

finally, i got it. they were nervous, they didn't know how to put the words. but finally it was out. he had fantazised about sabrina with another woman since a long time. and when i had entered the bar, his fantasies became more and more concrete.

it would have been very easy to ruin the moment. we could have talked this through theoretically, she could have said that her husband was a pervert, or i could have said, well, find someone who is willing to join in.

we didn't do anything like that. i asked the waiter to put the bill on my hotel room, then i stood up and took sabrina by her hand.

"come with me.",

i said, and both followed me, without a word. i felt sabrina's hand grabbing mine a little too hard. in the elevator, we still didn't talk. it was a bit embarrassing. finally, we were in my room. we just stood in the middle of the room. remigio plugged the baby phone in. i was standing in front of sabrina, brushing her curls out of her face, smiling at her. she smiled back, very shy.

"is this really okay...",

she started to ask, but could not continue. i sealed her lips with a kiss. the typical make out kiss, the kiss that gets me horny for more. i felt her hands in my hair, her fingertips on my ear, and her little soft tongue slowly starting to play with mine. her eyes were closed, she just sank into my kiss, she was so ready for this. in her kiss, i felt her hunger, i felt her lust for something new, for something forbidden. she sighed through her nose kissing me, and i pressed her closer to me, felt her big tits pushing against me.

slowly, we broke our kiss, and i felt her soft lips and her tongue sliding under my chin, she kissed each square centimeter of my throat. i looked over to remigio who just stood there. he had his zip opened and was stroking his medium sized cock. his mouth was hanging open, he was terribly aroused seeing his wife kissing with another woman.

when i started to undress sabrina, remigio came for the first time. we heard him moaning, and i felt some of his cum flying in my face while i sank down on sabrina's tits to suck on one of her stiff nipples. he mumbled some excuse, i just turned around to him and told him not to worry, not to worry about anything, that everything was okay, that everything was fine.

i rubbed my face against sabrina's tits and smeared his cum over them. sabrina's belly was pretty flat. she helped me pulling down her jeans. she had a nice plain white cotton slip. nothing fancy. but oh so sexy, i saw her swollen cunt pushing against the cotton. she stroke with one of her hands over the cotton.

i am sure sabrina has never been with another woman. but she knew instinctively the right moves. she pushed a cushion under her ass, then she kissed me again. she took my hand and placed it on her tit. i was on top of her, and i felt how she was pushing her pussy against me. slowly, i started to kiss her body again. her nipples were lovely, i just couldn't get enough of them, pushing with an index finger from above and with my tongue from under them.

she wanted more, and i felt she was pushing her panties down. she was not shaved, i felt her soft hair. and i felt her wetness. she pushed her pussy against my pelvis bone. i kissed her stomach, i inhaled her perfume. sweet. fresh. and sexy. slowly, i rubbed with my nose through her hair, blowing softly against her cunt. she pushed against my nose, and i rubbed up and down her slit, feeling her juices smear over my nose.

she had been very silent until now, but now she started to moan very softly. i felt the matrace moving, i looked up and saw how remigio inserted his cock which was hard again in sabrina's mouth. again, it was only seconds later he came, shooting all his load directly in her mouth. again, he said some excuses, this time it was his wife that told him to shut up and to enjoy.

i had started to suck on her clit when i felt her hand. she fingered herself while i sucked her, and soon after, sabrina came for the first time in that night.

then, it was her time for playing games with her husband, when she kissed me, caressed me, touched me, she always looked at him, asking him:

"hm, remigio, do you like to see your little wifey kissing with another girl... look at her tits pushing against mine... shall i suck her, do you want me to lick claudia?"

all this was very playful, they were... i know that innocent is the wrong word (because everything we did was the contrary of innocence), but it was all so smooth, so gentle, so playful.

sabrina made me cum with her tongue, it didn't take her long at all to find out where to push with the tip of her tongue to push me over the top.

later that night, remigio fucked his wife while she had her head in my lap. i was sitting, my back against the wall, and sabrina looked up to me while remigio fucked her. she smiled. happily. fulfilled.

unfortunately, at around 3.00 am, they had to leave suddenly my room, because anna had woken up and was crying.

i have not seen them again, but this doesn't matter. the night with them was perfect like this.

i have not done anything with remigio, and i think that's exactly what they wanted. i think it would have ruined everything, i don't know how sabrina would have reacted. i came only once that night, but also that doesn't matter. my biggest treat was her broad smile. an erotic dream of both had come true, and i am sure both will think about this night for quite some time.