It was 1 am, I was struggling and gasping as my client watched me forcing a large two-litre Coke bottle inside my stretched pussy. I was squatting over the half-full bottle, covered in sweat, and leaning back on the wall. I felt like my cunt was going to rip. I was allowing my weight to force it further up inside me.
My holes both felt ruined. It had been a long, hard session so far. I had pulled my black bra down around my tiny waist, and I was soaked in sweat. My 34DD breasts, shiny with perspiration, heaved up and down as I gasped and tried to stretch myself a bit more. My boobs had red welts starting to show from being caned.
“I’ll give you another £100 if you can get it in your cunt to the label, come on, baby, It’s all nearly in. This is incredible!” my client, sweating and panting, knelt in front of me, masturbating furiously. His eyes were blinking and flickering. Inch by inch, slowly, the bottle was forcing me open. His sweaty hand pushed down on my shoulder. I grimaced, and I tried to balance, steadying the bottle underneath me with my hips. I felt like I would split.
I screamed as I pushed down a centimetre more. I wanted the extra hundred quid. The bottle slid in then, all the way in, past the label and into my cervix. A huge gushing orgasm burst inside me, and the numb pain in my pussy turned into waves of ecstasy. I began to ride on the bottle, and every time it forced back inside, my whole body suffered. My boobs bouncing up and down, moaning in ecstasy as the pleasure rippled through me.
My client came. Hard. He shot jizz straight in my face, long hot spurts splashed on my black eyelashes. My make-up was ruined anyway. Strands dripped down my blonde, sweaty curls. It splashed onto my sweaty breasts and belly. His warm wetness dribbled down my cheeks. His grunting noises told me how happy he was.
“Well done, Jez, good girl,” my client gasped.
It had been hard work getting this guy to cum, but I loved my job.
~XXX~
The following morning, at 6 am, I could feel my client’s hot sticky cum leaking out into my little black panties as I walked down the hotel corridor. I was sore, but I had £800 in my purse.
The client, who was saved in my phone as Mr Coke-Bottle, had cum inside me an hour before, which I had said was okay just this one time. He groaned with satisfaction when he felt how loose I still was from the Coke bottle and shot a massive load of sticky white cream deep inside my ruined pussy.
Mr Coke Bottle had caned my breasts and butt cheeks. He had worked my holes hard all night, but he had paid extra. I hoped he’d become a regular. I found our encounters increasingly turned me on, even if he looked like a penfold.
I was so sore I needed a break, so I had planned a special personal weekend off. My boyfriend, Marco, was back from Italy. He had wanted to see me straight away, but I had Mr Coke Bottle to see. I was so excited I nearly ran, but my pussy was too sore to rush.
I’d met Marco while selling a load of old gifts from punters. I had a couple of Chanel handbags, a pair of Louboutin shoes I’d worn once and a Cartier watch. It was all in a wardrobe gathering dust, and I’d gone into one of those fancy pawn shops up west that buy designer gear to sell it on.
Marco was one of the handbag experts in the shop. He bought all my stuff instantly, for the money I asked for. Only if I included my phone number. Of course, I gave him my number.
We had a connection instantly. Marco was hot for an older guy, and as soon as he asked me for my number, we started flirting. He had thick, curly black hair, his shirt was open, showing his hairy chest, and his thick Italian accent made my panties wet. Before I knew it, that afternoon, I had my panties round my ankles in Marco’s Jaguar X type. He called me bellisima as he knotted up the condom.
I was smitten from that point, even though Marco was a bit old for me. He was forty-eight, and I was twenty-four. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was looking forward to seeing him again. And again.
Escorts can get caught up on some smouldering dark looks, a big hard pounding cock and a fat wallet. I was infatuated by Marco.
I was honest about my job up front with Marco. I told him I was an escort in the back of his car on the first day. He said it was fine. I had to pay my bills, so I had to see punters. I told him I loved my job and I wanted to see my punters. Marco understood that.
Interfering in my professional life was not an option.
I didn’t get involved with his business or personal life either. We lived in a bubble, and we were just happy being together, away from everyone else.
~XXX~
By 5 pm that evening, I was with Marco at his house, not our usual hotel. The wooden chalet-style summer house was at the end of Marco’s enormous garden. It was full of steam. The hot tub was bubbling, and the sauna in the corner was steaming. Marco and I slipped into the steaming bubbly water naked.
My breasts and pussy were sore, and I let the bubbles massage my red twisted nipples and my cane-marked bum. I was recovering from my night with Mr Coke-Bottle, and Marco was pampering me. He’d already kissed my pussy better.
My wide hips filled one of the moulded plastic seats. The jets of water soothed my bruised pussy. I was doing keigal exercises to try and tighten myself back up. It felt good squeezing my muscles in the hot water.
I tied my long blonde curls into a loose bun as Marco watched me holding a glass of Dom Perignon. He couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. I took my time before accepting the glass. I enjoyed my breasts being worshipped by him.
“These breasts. Hmm. They are incredible. I have missed them. They hypnotise me,” Marco said, kissing my erect nipple and rubbing his hand over my curves. He sat back and relaxed in the bubbles.
“I’ve missed you too. I wanted to be here with you earlier, but I have my work, darling,” I said. I was ecstatic to be at his expensive house but didn’t want to show it.
“I could not wait to return from Naples to your beautiful body. We have a special connection, and I’d like to take things further. I want a more permanent arrangement together when I’m here. So I don’t have to wait for you to finish with clients. That’s why we are at my house and not a hotel or spa, bellísima.” Marco gestures to the beautiful surroundings.
“I would love that, but I would still have to work, though, even during any arrangement. You know my situation. I have bills and my regulars,” I said, sinking into the bubbles and sipping my cold champagne.
“A contract for your time while I’m in England. And I will pay you for that time through my business accounts. We will say you provide Secretarial support. You may do what you wish while I’m attending to business or in Italy, of course. I want to help you, bellísima,” Marco said, holding my hand gently.
“Yes, I’d love that! That sounds delightful, darling, but could we discuss all the money and all the details tomorrow? I’ve had a long day, and these bubbles are going to my head. I want to show you how much I missed you,” I said. Rubbing my hand down his hairy chest. A salary on the books turned me on. It wasn’t what I expected, but I was certainly pleased. This was a big payday.
“Of course bellísima. One more business item, though. This week, you can stay here if here if you wish. I was hoping you could meet a, ah, business associate of mine. His name is Giovanni, but we call him Gio. You have time, yes?” Marco said. The tone of his voice changed.
“Okay, I’d love to. I can shuffle my appointments for you this week, and I can be discreet in meeting your associates. You know that,” I smiled, running my fingers through his thick, curly black hair, nudging my naked breasts on his arm.
“Maybe you don’t have to be discreet. If you seduce Gio, it’s a sweetener for my deal and more business for you. Gio has a preference for big-breasted blonde escorts, mostragli il tuo seno favoloso,” he whispered, kissing my neck.
“Marco, I don’t speak Italian,” I giggled.
“I said, seduce him, show him your fabulous breasts. It just sounds better in Italian,” said Marco as he ran his fingers over my large tanned boobs. “Let’s go inside. I want to smoke a cigar while we catch up. As you say, we can discuss the business details tomorrow. I want you to tell me, what or who left these marks? You have been busy at work while I’ve been away?”
~XXX~
Inside Marcos Big Conservatory, wrapped up in our robes, we relaxed on his L-shaped cream sofa. The view of his immaculate lawn and trees was so relaxing. His house was beautiful. I could get used to it here. He opened a box of cigars and played with one as I leaned back, letting my robe open slightly.
“I’d like you to strip naked again, without the robe is better I think,” he said, leaning back in his chair and lighting his cigar. The cloud of smoke filled the room.
Slowly, I stood up, pulling my little blue robe off and shaking my damp, loose blonde curls. I heard Marco breathing heavily as I ran my fingers down over my hard, wet nipples. I saw his hand rub his crotch, and I felt good. I was turning him on.
I twirled around slowly and dropped my robe on the floor. I bent forward, showing Marco my perfect round bum. I grabbed my butt cheeks and gently eased them apart, showing him my smooth slit.
Turning back to face Marco, I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking my blonde curls, my heavy boobs bouncing seductively like they had last night while I orgasmed for Mr Coke Bottle the night before.
“Sensational,” breathed Marco. I stared at him; he watched me, his brown eyes locked into mine. I felt hypnotised. His eyes moved down, fixing on my smooth waxed pussy, “sit down here, near me.”
I sat next to Marco, our bodies touching. His hand slid up my thigh to my waxed, smooth pussy lips as soon as I sat down. He let his fingers linger there for a few seconds. He put his smouldering cigar down in the ashtray. As his hands moved up away from my pussy lips to my waist, he began to kiss my neck.
“You are the most stunning woman I’ve seen. Adoro il tuo seno enorme e il modo in cui me lo mostri,” he whispered. Kissing my neck softly, he made my whole body tingle.
“I keep telling you, Marco, I don’t understand Italian,” I giggled breathlessly.
“You don’t need to, Mia Regina,” he said, releasing me from his embrace, “suck me.”
Opening his robe, Marco wrapped his arm around my neck and pushed my head into his crotch. I opened my mouth and took him down my throat. I could taste the hot tub chlorine. I kneeled onto the settee next to him, bending over him, swallowing and gagging gently as his huge cock slid down my throat. I was hungry for his cock. The heaving sensation created a flood inside my gash. I loved giving Marco deep-throated, sloppy blowjobs. He craved it.
My breasts rested on the fabric sofa, my bottom in the air. My tongue worked Marco’s shaft as I tickled his ball sack with my long pink nails. I wanted to swallow him completely down my throat. He was groaning as I pulled my lips back right to the tip. I looked up into his brown eyes and spat on his hard dick. Saliva dripped out of my plump pink lips. I swallowed him whole again.
Rubbing my hands up Marco’s hairy thighs, my heart fluttered. His dark, curly hair stood on end, covered in goosebumps. My hands traced up to my sucking plump lips. I began to work on his hard dick with both hands. He didn’t shave, and the hairs tickled my nose. I sucked his bellend hard, flicking the end with my tongue as my hands twisted expertly up and down his stiff cock.
“Lie back. I can’t wait, let’s fuck, my god, you’re gorgeous,” Marco panted as he pulled his robe off.
Obeying him, I kept eye contact. Lying back, I lifted my legs seductively into the air. Marco knelt in between my thighs, and wetness exploded out of me. His huge hard-on was nudging at my slit. I was opening to take him. I shut my eyes and grabbed his black curly hair as his mouth closed on my erect nipple. His hairy body felt hard and heavy on top of me.
“I’ve missed you so much, Marco,” I gasped.
“You want me inside you again, my princess. I have missed me too,” he gasped.
I let go of Marco’s curly hair and lifted my knees. I spread my tanned thighs wide as Marco grabbed a rubber from his robe pocket. He ripped open a packet and rolled it down his cock. I lay back, accepting his length into my juicy pussy. I leaked juice onto the cream fabric sofa underneath me. My thighs enfolded his waist. I was desperately trying to pull him inside me.
With a huge thrust and a manly grunt, Marco pushed inside me. I could feel the rubber. I wanted him inside me bareback. I gripped his neck with my sharp pink nails, a small moan escaping my lips. He yanked one of my knees in the air, pushing further up inside my fresh wet cunt.
I knew I was going to be banged hard. Pulling Marco’s engorged shaft out till his bagged bellend brushed my tingling pussy lips, Marco plunged back inside. He rammed in so hard I felt him smash into my cervix. His fingers would leave bruises on my plump thighs. My open gash cascaded juice all over his thighs and balls.
My cunt began to send electric pulses through my body. I wanted to squeeze Marco’s huge thrusting dick, but my pussy gaped from the stretching the night before. Contractions gripped my stretching wet hole. Pulling my cunt tight around his cock. Gasping for air and folded double underneath him, my back arched as I came on him. I couldn’t hold back. He felt too good.
I wanted to feel him cum inside me, but all our sex was protected.
I felt the thrusts slow down. Marco had his eyes shut, and he was rocking his pelvis at a different angle, opening my hole back up again after my orgasm. His hairy armpit was in my face as he gripped the cushion behind my head. I lifted my hips higher so I could see his cock sliding slowly inside my juicy pussy.
Marco pulled out of my pulsing cunt, pulling the condom off and shutting his eyes; he came in long white spurts all over my caramel brown belly. Hot splashes covered my skin. I watched his amazing hairy body convulse. His head back. My juice covered his thighs.
I had wanted the hot jizz to fill me. Inside my twitching pussy. I wanted more. I wanted the bag off. I wanted Marcos to cum inside me. He panted, speaking Italian again as my thighs rested on his hips.
He was the best-looking guy I’d ever had.
~XXX~
The next evening, I stood in front of the huge mirrored wardrobe doors in Marco’s bedroom, admiring my body. I had on delicate black panties and a matching cupless black lace bra, which lifted my breasts but exposed them at the same time. I’d selected black lace top stockings with suspenders and a pair of patent black high heels.
I couldn’t decide on the dress.
“You know what will look good tonight. A black dress simply show your curves, Bellissima. Gio can’t wait to meet you,” Marco said, winking. He was sitting behind me, smoking a cigar, on the enormous double bed in my room.
“Yes, I think so. What shall I do if he’s really not interested, though? Do I back off or?” I said, turning sideways to admire my large bum above the lace stockings. My body looked fantastic in black lingerie.
“He’s an Italian man. He will be interested in you, bellísima. You will not even have to try,” Marco stood behind me, running his hands over my body and through my hair. His stubble brushed my neck and gave me goosebumps, “Gio has done this before. He can’t resist a beautiful, busty blonde. It’s his way of doing business. Just go along with him. Do what he wants, okay?”
I nodded. I felt like a slutty sex toy being passed around Marco’s friends. It turned me on. I pulled a tight, low-cut black dress out of my case and spun around in front of Marco. The sheer material would show my lingerie under the patterned Lacy thin fabric. My nipples would be on show. It was perfect for tonight.
~XXX~
Gio gave me the creeps instantly. He was older than Marco, tall with grey hair and too much cologne. He had a pristine white shirt and trousers on. The evening was much more relaxed than I expected.
We all sat drinking, and the guys chatted, mainly in Italian. Not understanding meant I didn’t have to contribute. I sat demurely with my legs crossed. I was getting paid to sit there looking interested and drink expensive champagne. Gio watched me as he laughed at things Marco said. I ensured my top slipped down lower, revealing more and more of my huge breasts. I started to enjoy teasing Gio with my body as the evening went on.
The sunlight dimmed as we continued to laugh and drink together. Gio stared at my chest, straining against my dress the whole night. He couldn’t take his eyes off my nipples showing through my dress. He was in his late fifties. I was twenty-four at this point. I was into older men. I’d been with many of them. Gio was good-looking, but he gave me the chills down my spine. I thought it might be just the drink going to my head. I don’t usually drink much.
“My head is spinning. I’m not feeling so well, but I don’t want to spoil the party. I think it’s time for bed,” Marco said at about midnight.
“Yes, I’m tired too. I’ve had a long journey, but the night is so young, like our beautiful guest Jez,” Gio said, slapping Marco playfully on the back.
“Maybe Jez would like to stay up and entertain you. You two have another drink. She is looking fresh as a spring morning, don’t you think? I have a beautiful English friend, Gio?” Marco winked as he spoke, blatantly gesturing at my displayed cleavage.
I smiled demurely, but inside I felt sick.
“Of course you do, and I would love to if Jez would like to,” Gio said, grinning at me and making me uncomfortable. I squirmed on the sofa, managing a nervous nod of my head and an awkward smile.
“I will leave the bottle, and Jez can follow me to bed when she wishes,” Marco said. He stood up, and the guys shook hands, “Jez is a great girl. She knows how to look after my guests. You will enjoy her hospitality, Gio.”
Gio smiled coldly and sat back down.
“You can trust me to be a gentleman and not do anything the lady asks me not to, Marco,” Gio smiled broadly now. It was predatory and sent a chill up my spine.
An uneasy feeling swept through my body. Usually, as soon as the touching starts, the apprehension leaves me, so I just wanted to get on with fucking Gio. I could tell he wanted me, but being left alone with him intimidated me. Gio just made me nervous. The thought of Marco upstairs waiting for me did turn me on.
I liked being shared like this.
Marco kissed me on the cheek and went to bed.
“So you work here keeping Marco company, or do you entertain any rich men who pay for you, yes?” Gio said, leaning back on the sofa and looking me up and down, “I am a rich man. Will you entertain me?”
“I’m independent. Marco and I are a strictly pleasurable arrangement, but we aren’t exclusive, if that’s what you mean, darling,” I said, leaning forward to put my glass down. My top pulled low, and as I reached forward, my nipples peeked out of the sheer lace fabric. Gio’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
“Marco said you were on his payroll? I must have misunderstood,” Gio said, waving his hand, “I can see you are a talented lady, a very desirable one, too, pull that top down and show me yourself. Fully, you’ve teased me all night,” Gio said, licking his lips and puffing on another of Marco’s expensive cigars.
I stared straight at him and decided to have some fun on the job.
“Gio! You’re so naughty,” my words trailed off to a whisper as I opened my legs slowly, showing him my bare, tanned thighs above my stockings. My body was on autopilot to please. My panties were damp. At that moment, I wanted him deep inside me.
“Good girl, I like this, but I want to see your huge tits. Show me. Don’t be shy,” Gio said, grinning with a cold gleam in his dark brown eyes.
It was a magnetic, dark attraction. I wanted cock, any would do, and Gio was here. I would be thinking of Marco upstairs through this experience.
I shut my eyes and gently let the straps of my black dress fall off my shoulders. My huge 34DD breasts invitingly popping out over the black cupless bra. I ran my sharp pink nails up over my hips and waist. Gripping the hem of my skirt, I stood up, slowly pulling it up over my wide hips, round my slim waist.
Gasping loudly as he saw my black panties, stockings and suspenders, Gio leaned forward. My voluptuous curves and my lingerie entranced him. Just as Marco said he would be. The elastic of my suspenders was cutting into my plump, fleshy thighs and hips. My nipples hardened as I watched his reaction to my body.
“Tell me you want me, and I’ll touch you. If you say no, I will not,” Gio inhaled deeply as I walked towards him. A bulge appeared in his smart blue trousers.
“No, not yet,” I said quietly, shaking my head. I didn’t want him to touch me at all; he was sinister. I had a job to do, so staring up at him, I dropped to my kneels in front of him. I decided to shut my eyes and pretend he was Marco.
I kissed Gio’s knee, my plump pink lips pouting and smiling up at him with my big blue eyes. I felt repulsed by him, but I still wanted to fuck him, and to pleasure him. I let my fingers tickle up his legs. I pushed his legs open and moved my face close to his bulging crotch. I kissed the firm hard-on inside his pants, I felt how big he was, and I felt my pussy twitching. He exhaled loudly. I knew he wanted to touch me.
I was kissing up his shirt buttons, rubbing my bare breasts over his crotch and belly. I got so close to his face that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Seductively slow, I straddled him. My damp panties were millimetres from his bulging cock.
“Touch me now, Gio,” I said breathlessly as I pushed my breasts into his face.
Gio growled. Gripping my buttocks, he pulled my hips down onto him. He was grinding his pelvis against mine as he suffocated himself in between my enormous boobs. His fingers tickled all the way up my back, over my ribs, to my breasts. He pinched my nipples and twisted them, pulling them around his smothered face. I tried to hold my squeals inside. He was hurting me a bit, and I tried to relax.
I sat back on Gio, pulling my breasts away from his pinching fingers. He was hurting my nipples. I massaged my breasts in front of his face as I straddled his lap, gently moving my hips up and down. His hands stroked down my stomach and hips. He pulled my panties to the side as he watched me massage my tits.
Gio’s fingers parted my pussy lips, he expertly found my centre, and he began to rub my clit. His finger frantically flicked from side to side as his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair. His whole body shook underneath me with the force of the fingering. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the beautiful pulses he was starting inside me.
It was like riding a vibrator on high speed. Gio’s fingers didn’t stop forcing my body to respond. Pulses from my clit began to relax my pussy hole. The way he was yanking my hair around was too rough.
Deep inside me, tiny ripples started in response to his hard stimulation. A huge gush poured out of me. Wetness spread down my thighs onto Gio’s trousers. His finger rubbed harder as he pulled a handful of my blonde hair backwards. I lifted my pelvis and reached back, resting my hands on his knees. His finger started working their way inside my wet slit.
Brutally, Gio continued to finger me. I moaned and gasped as he pummelled my G Spot with three big, hard fingers. I felt a huge squirt building inside me. He kept yanking my cunt forward from inside over and over again until my climax peaked. An eruption of clear liquid sprayed out of my cunt. I pushed down through the shuddering pulses of my orgasm, forcing all my squirt out in a huge jet, all over his trousers and shirt. I screamed as the pleasure rippled through my body.
We were both soaked. I was gasping; my pussy was gaping for creepy Gio now. Even if I didn’t like the guy, my body always responded.
“Dio Mío, you want me to fuck you? Marco will hear you screaming for me again,” Gio panted. He grabbed my dress, which was still around my waist and pulled me off his lap. Flinging me on the sofa on my back. I licked my lips and spread my legs for him.
Gio pulled his shirt off. He had a firm brown body with some grey chest hair to match his hair. He dropped his trousers, and I saw shaved pubic hair. His hard cock was huge, and he had big heavy balls. More wetness seeped out of my gash. I ran my hands down my stockinged thighs, up to my beautiful pussy lips. I stretched my slit wide open wide for him as he kneeled on the floor in front of me.
“Tell me to lick your wet cunt. Tell me you want me,” Gio said, pulling my wet panties further to the side. His big hands pushed on the backs of my thighs, forcing my knees around my neck.
“Lick my wet cunt, Gio. I want you,” I gasped as he licked my clit. His tongue movements were hard and forceful, like his fingering. It was a brutal experience with him. My whole body shuddered as electric jolts shot through my clit and up to harden my nipples. I love to be licked between my legs. I was turned on by the animal way Gio was taking me.
Gio began to push his middle finger up my tight arsehole. I was washed and clean, and my back entry was douched and ready, but it was still a shock to feel him prepare me for an anal entry.
I grabbed a handful of Gio’s greying hair and pushed my pelvis further into his face as my arse began to open. I could feel his stubble snagging my silk stocking as I gripped his face with my thighs. His tongue was pushing inside my wet hole as his finger began to pump up my arse. He felt the twitch inside my back passage and knew I was ready for his big cock up my arse.
Gio sat back up between my legs. His oral was amazing, and I didn’t want him to stop. His face glistened with my squirted juices as he kneeled between my spread thighs. He pulled his hard cock a few times as he stared at my twitching cunt and my breasts.
“I don’t wear rubbers, but I won’t cum inside you unless you ask me to,” Gio said as he began to penetrate me bareback.
I wanted cum inside me; he was halfway inside my pussy, so it was too late for a rubber anyway. He withdrew to his swollen tip, winking at me. He rubbed his cock around both my openings. I relaxed and let my holes open for him.
The creepy feeling rushed through my body as Gio’s cock pushed inside my pussy again. His face was all twisted up as he went balls deep into my gash in the first stroke. I shut my eyes tight and let my body respond automatically. I just imagined the huge bare dick pounding inside my pussy was Marco. That made me incredibly wet.
Gio was kneading huge handfuls of my big boobs and biting at my nipples like a shark. His cock pummelling my oozing pussy. I sat up on the sofa and held the cushion with one hand to stop his thrusts from pushing me off the back. The hard fucking was starting the tingling feelings. Whether I fancied him or not, his cock still felt fantastic.
“So tight and so wet. You allow me to have anal with you, bellísima,” Gio said, gasping as he let his shaft slide slowly out of my open pussy. He had a blank look on his face, “Tell me to fuck you in the ass.”
“Fuck my ass, Gio,” I gasped.
Pinching my nipple with one hand, Gio expertly guided his cock into my back entrance. I winced, and my arsehole tensed up as he began pushing hard. The pressure at my tight back hole was painful to start with. I controlled my breathing and relaxed. I gasped as the pain shot through me, as I tensed again. Then with a scream, I allowed the entry to pop inside my ass hole.
As Gio began to fuck me anally with short hard thrusts, I let go and screamed. It felt good, the way he was forcing his way further inside. He was groaning, and his eyes were rolling back in his head. I began to bounce a little, gritting my teeth and running my hands down his chest.
I wanted this to be the best anal sex Gio ever. I wanted to please him. I relaxed fully, and the pain stopped completely. It was turning into amazing waves of pleasure. He was sliding in and out easily as my ass hole gaped for him. It felt so good; all I could do was moan and gasp.
“Cum in me, Gio, fill me up,” I gasped. Gio felt my arse hole twitching and beginning to climax. The tingling pulse began deep inside my ass. He grabbed my shoulders and started slamming me. Really hard. Goosebumps flared across my tits, my nipples stood on end. My juices cascaded out of my gaping, empty pussy as his pounding in my asshole flooded my body with pleasure.
My asshole contracted tightly around his cock. My back hole gripped him like a vice as my climax exploded.
With a huge animal roar, Gio flooded my gaped ass hole with hot sticky cum. His throbbing colossal cock inside my ass hole felt delicious. It was a feeling I needed. I wanted to have the man’s cum left inside me sex.
Gio gripped my hips, pushing balls deep into my arse. I screamed as I felt the massive throb of his bare cock cumming in me. I felt it through my orgasm, and I wished it was Marco cumming inside me. Gio massaged my breasts, rocking his hips as my arse hole massaged the last drops of his jizz out inside my ruined ass hole.
Gio panted as he pulled his cock out of my ass and got his breath back. He wiped his dick on the white towel for the champagne cooler and passed it to me. He stared at me as I wiped between my legs. I had soaked Marco’s sofa twice already.
“You are a clean girl. If Marco gets bored of fucking you, come to me, Mio caro. Does he fuck you like that and make you orgasm?” Gio licked his lips. He grabbed my hand as I tried to pull my dress back down to cover myself.
I nodded my head and smiled. I could feel the creampie he’d left in my ass.
“I suppose you get a lot of practice, but you are an incredible ride,” Gio sat down next to me, stroking and tickling my belly. He kissed round nipples, biting my breasts again. I felt his stubble sticking in my flesh. An unpleasant shudder ran over me.
“I had better get dressed. I made you scream. Marco will hear we have finished and expect you in his bed next,” Gio said, laughing.
“Thank you, darling, that was amazing,” I said. It was the best I could manage. I wanted to get in bed with Marco. Now, my soaking orgasm had subsided, and Gio was giving me the creeps again. He just stared at me like he wanted to eat me, which he probably did. His hand slid between my legs as I tried to cross them shut.
“Don’t be shy now, not after you allow me to anally fuck you and leave my gift inside. All while your man is upstairs. We should meet again,” he growled as he fingered me through my wet panties, “I would pay much more than Marco can. Think about it while he lies on top of you later.”
I thought, no, instantly. Then I thought about how much Gio might want to pay me.
“How much more than Marco? You’ve felt how good I am,” it was like my mouth was speaking without my brain being in charge. The orgasm had been outstanding. The second time would be much easier.
“A lot more, think about it. I’ll give you my number,” Gio said as he started to get dressed.
I smoothed the skirt down and put my breasts away. I was watching creepy Gio as he got his wallet out. He handed me a stack of notes. His card was on top.
“Marco told me he has already paid for your time tonight. A tip of £500 on top is showing you my generosity.” Gio smiled at me as I took his card, and suddenly, his smile seemed a lot less creepy.
As I slipped into Marco’s bed, he cuddled up to my back instantly.
“Did he cum inside you, bellísima?” Marco whispered.
“Yes, deep inside me,” I whispered back.
“Let me clean you,” Marco said as he crawled under the covers and spread my legs. His tongue pushed inside my used pussy, and I gasped. I felt his finger slide in, and his tongue move to my ass.
Marco tenderly licked me until I was clean and then lay between my breasts. I was so turned on I couldn’t sleep.
~XXX~
Over the next four months, I discovered Marco liked to hear about me fucking my punters and watch me with other guys, specifically Gio. Marco loved to clean up the mess my clients or Gio left in my eager cunt. It was a much better experience for me, with Marco cleaning me each time, whether I’d fucked Gio bareback or been to a meet with a punter. Knowing his tongue was waiting for me made me fuck all my punters and Gio harder.
When Marco and Gio were in the UK, I stayed at Marco’s house. Gio would creep into my room at night and start to fuck me while I was asleep or bend me over the kitchen counter in the morning. He’d always leave me full of creamy hot cum. It was always rough and aggressive. Marco was always ready to clean up the mess.
Marco and I still only had protected sex. That frustrated me. I wanted Marco’s cum in me too. I had to settle for him licking creampies out of me.
Both guys had been in town for about two weeks. It was their last night before they returned to Italy for a week to tie up some final details on something. We’d had a great time. Gio still creeped me out, but a bit less than before. We’d had sex a lot, so I’d got used to him. He was a big tipper.
We had planned to relax in the hot tub, all three of us, for a departure party. I wore a gold bikini. The guys loved the way it squashed my boobs. I was a bit tipsy but not drunk. Marco had been delayed, so Gio and I had sex on our own earlier in Marco’s bathroom, and afterwards, we’d gone to the summer house to relax in the hot aun.
Marco joined us an hour later. Gio’s cum was still leaking out of my stretched pussy into the hot tub water. We were drinking, and the guys were smoking. We were having a great time together.
“Let’s go inside and get some more bubbles and cigars! Gio, give me a hand,” said Marco. He was drunk, and so was Gio. I’d learned over the years that one of the golden rules is not to get drunk.
As the guys got out of the hot tub, Marco was by the summer house door, and Gio stopped by the edge of the hot tub.
“Wait, Marco, do you mind if I just relieve myself? My balls are heavy,” Gio said as he stood by the edge of the hot tub pulling his cock out of his swimming trunks. He grabbed me by the neck and turned me round so I was kneeling in the hot tub, doggy style.
“Go ahead,” said Marco.
Gio gripped my chin firmly and forced his big dick into my mouth. My throat rested on the edge of the hot tub. I shut my eyes sucking him hard. My tongue worked his length. I gagged, and spit dribbled out of my lips into the bubbles.
Holding the back of my head, Gio gently nudged his thick length down my throat as I gagged. I looked up, and his eyes were shut as his hips rocked backwards and forwards. I heaved as he began to face fuck me harder.
Gio pulled back into my mouth. He was allowing me to breathe, and a flood of spit ran out of my lips. He pushed his hard dick into my cheek and slapped my face gently.
“Good girl, get out and come here. Let’s carry on what we started earlier,” Gio said, holding out his hand for me.
I climbed out of the hot tub, and Gio kissed me. Marco waited by the door, watching us. It was a passionate French kiss. Our tongues were licking at each other, and Gio’s grey stubble rubbed on my lips. His hands felt my curves. He let go of me, and I went to lie on a chair.
“No, sit on the table, spread those thighs. I have another gift to leave inside you, princess,” Gio said; his words were sweet, but his grip on my wrist was like a vice.
“So you still want more? I thought I satisfied you earlier,” I said as I saw Marco rub his crotch.
“Yes, you did, but I want more of you before I go. Open your legs. Now please, princess, I’m ready,” Gio said as he pushed me back to the table. He put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up. He pushed my legs apart with his hips and pulled my bikini bottoms to the side. I lifted the bra top over my boobs, and he slid inside me immediately. Marco groaned loudly, watching us.
I wrapped my arms around Gio’s neck to hold myself up, our bodies pressed close. I was still wet and sticky with his previous ejaculation. It was extra lubrication.
Marco just watched us, with his hand down his swimming trunks. His wet, hairy chest and legs looked terrific as he stood behind Gio, waiting to clean me.
“See how your whore loves my cock, Marco? She’s going to cum on me,” Gio laughed. Marco and I stared at each other. I groaned. Gio’s cock pushed further into my wet open pussy.
Gio reached in between my legs and stuck three fingers inside my wet hole while he fucked me with his dick. I screamed as he roughly stretched my gushing gash wider. I held his neck tightly as my body tingled. I needed to squirt. He found my G Spot and pounded his fingers on it. He knew what I needed.
“You want to squirt, princess, all over my cock. Tell Marco how much you love it. Let it out,” Gio gasped as his pelvis thrust up inside me. I watched Marco wanking over me getting fucked, and it turned me on.
“I love Gio’s cock,” I managed to gasp. I forced down as hard as I could, and an enormous gush flooded out of my cunt. I moaned loudly as the climax set my body on fire. The liquid had Gio’s cum mixed in it from earlier.
Gio’s big dick throbbed inside me. He pumped his hot cream inside me to replace what I had just squirted out. My body felt trembly and weak. I was covered in chlorine water, sweat and squirt.
“Clean my mess up, Marco,” Gio said, wiping his cock on a towel.
“Bellísima, let me lick it out,” Marco said, dropping to his knees as Gio stood aside. Marco lapped his tongue in the ooze Gio and I had made; he was wanking his cock hard. His soft tongue soothed me, and the electric tingle spread through my body. I came hard on Marco’s tongue. He tasted it and licked harder.
Gio stood watching us with the lizard-cold look on his face. Marco’s tongue was deep inside me, and his finger was gently easing out Gio’s cum. My pussy reacted to Marco’s touch. I leaned my head back on the wall and grabbed Marco’s thick curly black hair, lifting my knees and pushing my pussy into his face till I was clean.
Marco stood up, pulling his cock hard and gasping. He looked so macho wanking over me.
“You are clean, bellísima,” Marco gasped as he came on my belly, with his face covered in glistening pussy love juice.
I sat there gasping. Marco and Gio were a great team. Even if Gio was a creep. I rubbed my pussy, I was very sore after that. Gio was so rough with me.
“Come on, let’s go inside and get some more drinks,” Marco said, helping me down off the table.
“Yes, I think I need a shower,” I said, pulling my bikini bottoms back into place.
“No, Bellissima. You definitely don’t need a shower. You are fine the way you are,” Marco said, putting his hairy arm around my waist.
~XXX~
After ten naughty, messy months, Marco and Gio returned to Italy to run a new business project. They’d be there for a few months, which ended things between us amicably. I was bored, lonely and horny without Marco for a few weeks, but I filled my time with more work.
It was a wet Thursday afternoon about six months after the guys had gone back to Italy, and I had just done a light BDSM session with Mr Coke Bottle. He was coming to my flat every week. I was lying on my bed, recovering. He got dressed. My wrists had rope burns, and my arsehole felt wrecked. I had started to enjoy his kinky stretching challenges.
It had been an intense two hours of role-playing, including caning and spanking. Mr Coke Bottle was incredibly pleased. He’d taken some pics of his handiwork, the red stripes across my breasts and buttocks from the bound caning.
Mr coke bottle guy had developed a close relationship with a giant whisk that he had introduced to my stretchy pussy. It lay on the bed covered in lube. I wondered what he’d come up with next.
“I got you a gift. I forgot,” Mr Coke Bottle said shyly, “if you don’t like it, you can change it.”
This was why I kept Mr Coke Bottle as a client. He was loaded and always buying me expensive gifts and giving big tips.
Mr Coke Bottle fumbled nervously in his pocket and pulled out a familiar-looking Cartier watch case.
“I got it up west in a friend’s shop, and he said you can go in and change it any time. I told him you were erm special to me,” he smiled, putting his glasses back on.
“That’s beautiful, darling, thank you. I love it. Let me put it on now. I know some pawn brokers up west. Which shop was it?” I said, making sure to sound grateful and more interested in the gift than the fact he might know Marco.
“DiAngelos, on Kings Way. I’ve known Giovanni for years. He did me a good deal. He runs it with his brother, Marco. It’s their dad’s shop. The dad used to have a big house and do spa nights for local businessmen. There’s a kinky rumour that…oh, I shouldn’t say,” Mr Coke Bottle said, doing up his belt.
“You can trust me, darling. I love a kinky rumour,” I said, as every nerve ending in my body tingled.
“Well, I suppose you don’t know them, and because of your job, you understand men, so it’s okay,” Mr Coke Bottle was blinking and watching my fingers rub my nipples as he spoke, “Guiseppe, the dad, had lots of prostitutes at the spa nights, which were just orgies for rich guys and that’s how they made money. With prostitutes, Giovanni and his brother run the parties and share girls between them. They are known to be a scandalous family in the trade. Marco supposedly has lots of children and is known as supersperm. It’s all just rumours among businessmen, though, sweetheart,” Mr Coke Bottle laughed, buttoning his cuff links back in place.
“Oh, how naughty, darling. I love this watch, so I’m not taking it back anyway. I won’t be able to wear it while I’m bound, though, will I, Daddy,” I said, smiling sweetly.
“No, I suppose you won’t, you bad girl. Come here and give me a kiss,” Mr Coke Bottle said, blinking repeatedly.
Supersperm explained a few things. Brothers! I chuckled to myself, but I didn’t let Mr Coke Bottle see.
It’s a small world.
~XXX~
