A New Vacation

A New Vacation

It was off seamister, and having recently been dumped by my long term girlfriend, I decided to go ahead with the trip that we had been scheduling for months. Instead of a romantic getaway, I would use the month long trip to reflect and relax. I planned on refocusing my life and the month in the small Italian coastal town was just what I needed.

I arrived at the 5 star resort fatigued. It was a long flight from the states. My suite was gorgeous, with a large balcony overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. I settled in and after showering and getting cleaned up I made my way to the patio restaurant where I took a lovely table alone. It seemed that in late October, although the sun was out in power, abnormally so for this time of year, the majority of the tourists had all gone back to their normal lives. What was left were a number of senior citizens taking advantage of the travel specials and less crowded beaches. It seemed I was the only single permister at the resort. Couples, mostly in their 50’s and 60’s, populated the scarce landscape where just weeks earlier this was a swarm of busy activity. It was just what I wanted, a little peace and quiet and a sunny warm climate to enjoy without disruption.

Then a striking couple appeared. She was magnificent, maybe in her mid 30’s, voluptuous, and blonde with large sensuous blue eyes. The man was dark haired, tanned and chiseled, maybe in his late 20’s and seemed fluent in Italian. They looked like a movie star couple.

They sat a couple of tables from me and I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her beauty. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her skin was glowing, radiant and smooth, and her body looked soft and supple, I had to power myself to keep from staring.

After the meal, I watched as they danced alone on the dance floor to the music of the romantic band. He powerfully held her tight and it was obvious they were a very passionate couple. By the time I finished the bottle of wine I’d been nursing and decided to retire to my room, the couple seemed to have enough foreplay and headed off as well.

By chance we ended up entering the same elevator, I pressed the 10th floor which was the highest floor, and being the one closest to the buttons I asked politely which floor they’d like. I turned to see them locked in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply as he groped and pulled her ass onto his body like an inflamed lover.

“Oh… I’m sorry, 10 please.” She barely even looked in my direction as her attention was obviously elsewhere. When we got off the elevator it felt somewhat awkward walking down the same hallway towards my room in the presence of such a lust filled couple. I felt like I was disturbing their activity and just wanted to get into my room as soon as possible. I was certain they were newlyweds by how sexual they were to each other. As I reached my room, I noticed that they stopped at the door just passed mine and she began fumbling for her card key as the man continued to distract her with his passionate groping and fondling her.

I closed the door to my suite and exhaled deeply. What a woman I thought. Oh I can only imagine the night that lucky bastard was about to have. As I began to remove my clothes and kick off my shoes, I noticed that my suite had a connecting door to the next room. I realized that this was one of those connecting rooms for the occasions when a large family could book adjoining suites. I leaned closer and could hear the noise from the other room. I heard kissing and the sounds of lover’s frantically removing clothing. Then I heard a sound that would haunt me for the next few hours. I heard the loud and distinct moan of a woman, that oh so beautiful woman, being penetrated violently.

She cried out in ecstasy as her body received the continual thrusts of her Italian lover. At first I was awestruck. She sounded so lovely, I could just imagine the looks on her face and the acts they were doing by the sounds I could hear. I had watched my share of porn in my life, and I could easily tell the sounds of bodies slapping against each other, the natural thrusting and cries of passion that bellowed from that room caused me to grow erect beyond my wildest dreams.

I lied down and found myself masturbating to the sounds. I came almost immediately, but then could only sit there and listen as this complete savage of a man, a stud in every form continued to fuck and thrash her for hours into the night. It was about 3 in the morning before it seemed that their sexual sessions dwindled down. Even then, after the bulk of the thrashing and moaning was over I could hear the occasional warm moan of a woman enjoying something being done to her.

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The next day I awoke and had breakfast in the restaurant. To my surprise I noticed the woman eating alone keeping to herself while reading a book. I would occasionally steal a glance from her, only to find her either completely oblivious to me, or completely catching me in my glances. I peeked and saw her smiling to herself at my flirtatiousness.

I went to my room and gathered my beach accessories, and having changed into my shorts and sandals, I made for the shoreline. The coast of Italy is not like Florida or Hawaii. Instead of pristine and sandy beaches, there were rocks, and lots of them. Small smooth and round pebbles and stones, but the water was perfect. The water in the Med could feel more like a lake than an ocean, the temperature was perfect and waves seemed almost non-existent. I made my way down the beach line and found a deserted little section. Being off seamister, there weren’t many people out on the beach at all, and I quickly noticed that nude sun bathing was far more common than I had expected. It was a little disturbing realizing that the majority of sunbathers were senior citizens. It didn’t make for the best eye candy. I had always known Europeans were far more open about being nude in public than Americans but I didn’t realize just how open.

I found a perfect spot, literally deserted and opened up my blow up queen size mattress. I used a foot pump to inflate it, laid out my towels, planted my umbrella, and just like that, I had the perfect little sun bathing location. It took me a while to relax, being in such a western frame of mind. I coated myself with sun block and stripped down to my bathing suit, which for me was about the most risqu? item of clothing I’d ever dare to wear. It was a tight fitting, almost spandex like, pair of boy shorts. In America I’d never wear such a thing, but being here, half way around the world where I didn’t know a soul literally, I felt liberated. I almost worked up the courage to go nude, but just couldn’t do it yet. Maybe tomorrow.

I drifted off to relax in the most wonderful state of relaxation, and found myself coming to as the heat from the shifting sun position caused me to wake up. I slowly sat up and took in the bright reflections from the shimmering water. I looked around and noticed I was no longer alone. Scattered sparsely around me, were a few other sun bathers. I saw an elderly couple about 50 yards down the beach to my right, a pair of middle aged woman not too far from them were lying out topless. I looked left and to my shock I saw lying there, not 30 feet from me the woman from last night. She was arelax, lying face down on a mat covered with towels. Her body was incredible! Her skin was like a Coppertone model, just beginning to bronze as she was fully oiled. She was wearing a white G-String and had her top untied to prevent getting a tan line. Her blonde hair was flowing and I found myself sorry growing erect.

I quickly covered my midsection with a towel and pretended not to be staring. I donned my sunglasses so I could truly eye her magnificence yet look like I was staring out to sea. She was angled away from me which gave me the most direct view of her ass that I could imagine. I stared, and I couldn’t believe my good fortune as she repositioned herself for comfort and slightly spread her legs further. The small string tracing down the crack of her ass could barely cover anything. I looked harder and could make out the perfect little circular anus with its perfect shape and color, unable to hide behind the thin strand of cloth. I was lost! What a site! She was perfect!

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. For the next hour I did nothing but stare at her. If I didn’t know better, I was probably drooling. My daze was interrupted as she must’ve woken. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, literally aiming her perfect ass at me, and then sat back onto her haunches. She reached for her sun block and started to shake the bottle. Nothing was coming out, she shook more vigorously and still nothing. I watched as she sifted through her bag, still with her back to me and seemed unable to find more.

She turned around for the first time, and I must’ve looked like a deer caught in my tracks. Her breasts were incredible. They were full and perfect. I didn’t even notice she was standing and walking towards me, I was literally lost in her perfect bosom.

“Excuse me,” she was actually speaking to me, “do you have any sun block?”

I looked up and almost had to shake myself to realize what was happening. “What?”
I must’ve sounded like an idiot.

“I ran out of sun block.” She tilted her head analyzing me while smiling. “You wouldn’t happen to have some extra would you?”

I scramred to find my bottle and as I reached for my beach bag, my towel fell free and revealed my raging erection strained against my tight little boy short swim trunks. I nervously attempted to recover myself all the while trying to seem casual. I found the bottle of sun block and reached it out for her.

“Yeah,” I was obviously disturbed by her beauty, “here.”

“Wow, this is quite a nice little set up you have here isn’t it?” She was examining my inflatable mattress. “Where did you get this?”

“I brought it with me from the states.” I was trying my hardest not to look at her perk tits.

“Oh, so you’re an American? Me too. Where from?” She sat on the corner of my mattress and took my bottle.

“Uhm, California. San Francisco, you?”

“Vegas.” She smiled. “You know… sin city.

In nervousness I began sipping from a bottle of water.

“So, you gay?” She asked matter of factly.

“What?” I was shocked. “No! Why would you assume I was..”

“Hey nothing permisteral, I just know a lot of guys from SF like it up the ass if you know what I mean.” She didn’t even look at me as she began rubbing lotion on her arms and stomach. “Besides, I was curious about what you were dreaming about?”

“What do you mean?” I sheepishly asked.

“Well..” she smiled coyly, “When I first got here, you were out pretty hard and lets just say, you were obviously dreaming.”

I scramred for what she could be referring to. I felt embarrassed and not sure what to say. “What do you mean by that?”

“You were sprawled out like you were in the comforts of your own home,” she then looked me directly in the eye, “and you were as hard as a rock!”

I blushed immediately.

“And let’s just say, those cute little boy shorts don’t exactly hide their contents if you know what I mean.” She continued rubbing lotion onto her legs. “I thought it was sort of cute.”

I was blushing beyond belief now and couldn’t look at her.

“Hey,” she seemed to read my mind, “What do you care? You’re in Italy, half way around the world, and no one knows who you are here. I don’t even know your name. So don’t be shy, it’s perfectly okay.”

She was right. I thought about it and within minutes I was okay. I realized I was anonymous here. And as much as I could be embarrassed, I didn’t need to worry about it at all. I could be whatever I wanted to be, and it didn’t matter. It’s not like any of my family, or coworkers would ever know about what went on here. In fact I could do anything and it would remain secret. So I leaned back, more relaxed and said, “You’re absolutely right. For some reamister that makes me feel so free if you know what I mean?”

“I totally do! That’s part of the reamister I came here too. I could get away with anything and it’ll never be known by my friends and family.” Her eyes grew wide with a ravenous excitement that I gravitated towards. “Now, being anonymous, and completely safe to do things you’d normally be shy to do,” she positioned herself onto her hands and knees, “Would you rub me down with sun block on ALL the parts I can’t reach, and only if you can be good. Can you be good?”

I swallowed hard and tried to nod yes. She arched her back and puckered her ass into the air as I rose to my knees. I tied my towel around my waist to hide my erection. “No. No need to hide little boy,” her hand pulled my towel down, “Besides, I already told you I noticed your little package, didn’t I?”

“You did.” I meekly responded.

“Besides,” she looked off towards the water as my hands began to massage lotion into her back, “If it wasn’t for your small unthreatening package, I probably wouldn’t be asking you to put lotion on me.”

I felt stunned. What did she mean? Unthreatening? “What do you mean?” My voice must’ve sounded pathetic.

She looked back over her naked shoulder and eyed my stiffness through my boy shorts. “That.” Her eyes told me her meaning. “What is it, maybe 5 inches fully erect?”

I looked down and could only nod agreement. “Well, that’s hardly something to be worried about now isn’t it? I mean for a girl like me that is. You couldn’t hurt a fly with that little thing!”

Her words caused a very bizarre reaction in my body, instead of becoming soft, her humiliating words caused my erection to swell as hard and stiff as it had ever been. I had no explanation for why, yet here it was straining the confines of my boy shorts. My hands continued massaging lotion into her back and as I coated her lower back she arched her ass towards me saying, “Don’t forget my ass.”

I almost creamed at her words. I began massaging lotion into her perfect and plumb ass. Her little G-String bikini didn’t seem to cover anything. I rubbed and rubbed and found myself reluctant to push my luck, I didn’t want to push too deep towards her private parts or asshole feeling I’d cause her to feel taken advantage of.

Just as I realized my erection was leaking precum from my small penis, she reached back and pulled the small string from the crack of her ass and pulled it to the side. “Can you rub lotion there too?” She arched her asshole towards me, “The sun can be exceptionally cruel to my most private parts.”

She looked back at the small wet spot growing on the tip of my erection on my boy shorts. She playfully reached back and gave it a little squeeze. “Ahhh, look isn’t that the cutest thing? Your little thing is crying isn’t it?” I wanted to pass out. I was lost in the deepest state of lust. Her soft squeeze became a sharp slap. I immediately jumped. “Pay attention!” Her voice was very authoritive, “Focus on what you’re doing. Understand?”

“Yes.” My response was struggling for breath. I rubbed and massaged lotion on every inch of her ass and coated her tight little sphincter with lotion and used my finger extremely gently to massage the lotion in small circles. Her moans indicated her enjoyment and she arched further to open herself fully.

“Now my legs.” Her words almost void of my being there. I ran my hands down her thighs, I lotioned and massaged her legs and even the back of her calves.

“Don’t forget my feet.” My hands then massaged lotion into every inch of her perfect feet. “Focus!” Her words were almost maternal. After spending what seemed like an hour of rubbing her body with sun block, she turned towards me with a very sexy look and told me without hesitation, “Go get my things and bring them over here, I want to use your mattress.” She turned to face me, her magnificent breasts glaring at me, “Do you have a problem with sharing?”

“No, not at all,” I was a wreck, “Make yourself comfortable.” I grabbed my towel to cover my erection and go get her things but she quickly snatched it from me. “You’re anonymous, don’t be shy.”

I could only smile at her wisdom. I walked on the hot rocks bare footed with my raging erection protruding from my tight little spandex boy shorts. I gingerly gathered her things, noticing an elderly couple was commenting quietly while pointing at my rather embarrassing predicament. I didn’t care. I was anonymous.

I brought her things to my “campsite” of a beach location and laid them out nicely for her. She had repositioned herself to take the majority of my mattress. Sprawled out face down, slightly on one side she allowed herself to drift back off to relax while I meekly clinged to the far edge of the mattress lying with my face more towards her ass than her back. She even moved to arch her ass higher towards the top of the mattress, which aimed it directly towards my face. She didn’t care. I tried not to look. But it was impossible. I lay there, 12 inches from the most perfect and wonderful ass I’d ever laid eyes on. I studied every inch of her ass, every pour of her skin. I marveled at her perfect anus, the tight little button with its spoke like sphincter beckoning me to kiss it.

My feeling of freedom due to my anonymity almost allowed me to place a kiss on it, but my courage wasn’t that bold. I didn’t take my eyes off her. She was so spectacular, even the call of the beautiful Mediterranean Sea couldn’t pull my eyes from her.

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great story

Tony

FANTASTIC !

Great start Tracy, looking forward to more.

When the sun began setting she began to stir again, “Am I burnt?” her voice like an innocent young just waking.

“No.” I had watched her intently, and had even reapplied a coat of sun block, this time SPF 45 to make sure she wouldn’t burn.

“Mmmmmm,” she stretched her arms showing off her gorgeous body. “I feel wonderful!” She stood and put on her top and then her outer clothing, which amounted to what looked like a cotton loose fitting outfit, almost like sweat pants but more sexy. She then put on a cotton loose fitting top that still showcased her huge and plump breasts.

I broke down my “camp site” and packed everything up. She didn’t even have to ask, for some reamister I slung all of her belongings and beach items onto my shoulder and back and made it so she didn’t have to carry a thing. She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a doll.” Her smile made me melt.

We walked back to the resort and went upstairs. I delivered her things to her room where she noticed we had adjoining rooms. “Are you actually in the next room?”

“It would appear so.” I confirmed.

“How cool! That’s wonderful!” She was happy at the discovery. “Go open your side I want to see.”

I opened my room and unlocked the door to my room and she immediately explored the entire suite. I hadn’t realized until she pointed out, that my room was significantly larger than hers. I guess I had the suite, and she had the adjoining family quarters. Even my shower and bathtub were much larger. She explored the amenities and every corner of my suite and when she reached the bedroom she threw her arms in the air, “Even the bed is bigger! My gosh, what are you paying for this mansion?”

I blushed, “A lot.”

“It’s such a shame that you’re in this suite all alone,” she walked onto the balcony with the slightly better view than hers, “A place like this really needs a couple to enjoy it.”
“You’re right.” I agreed. “I planned this trip with my ex actually.”

“Oh really?” She seemed concerned she hurt my feelings. “Did I open a wound without thought?”

“No,” I lied, “We recently broke up, and well, that’s just life I suppose.”

She began walking back to her room with the sexiest sway I’ve ever stared at, and just before she reached her room she looked back, “Was it another man?”

I almost stuttered, “What?”

“Did she leave you for another man?” She came close, almost intimately close. Then to my shock she grabbed my crotch causing me to jump, “You know, for a man with a bigger cock?”

I pulled away almost in horror. I was stunned. I reeled with her words. “What?” I was confused.

“Did she tell you things just weren’t working out between you?” She asked sincerely.

“Yeah, how did you know?” I was amazed.

“Was there a period of time she was away? Maybe on a trip? Somewhere without you?” Her eyes were almost caring.

I could only nod. I was stunned.

“Were things, just ‘different’ between you after she returned?” Her voice was soft now.

I almost shook with denial. “But… but….”

“Shhhhhhhh” her finger went to my mouth. “Don’t be upset at the truth.” She held my face in her hands. “She found a lover,” she was very direct, “And he had a very large cock! At least compared to your little warrior.” She gave my crotch a little slap.

I didn’t want to hear any more. “No, she and I…”

“Shhhhhhhh,” her finger was back on my mouth. “The hard truth is that while you’re here all alone, she’s probably with him right now, being thoroughly fucked by his really large cock.” She raised her eyebrows to challenge me.

I could only sit. For some reamister the reality of my last relationship suddenly made sense, her change of heart after her trip to Jamaica. It was supposed to be a trip for her and all her high school girlfriends, then her nightly calls stopped. She even didn’t call me when she arrived back in town. This woman, this Goddess who I just met, was entirely right, my ex had fucked someone else and had lost interest in me.

“You shouldn’t feel bad.” Her words actually did comfort me. “You just need to find someone that appreciates you for who you are. And when you do, you will truly be happy, and so will she.” She strutted out the adjoining door into her room. I followed bewildered.

“You really think so?” I was like a young asking for validation.

“Oh of course!” She dropped her clothes to the floor. I don’t know why but I just began picking them up without any prompting. “Start my shower will you?” She was looking through her closet at her outfits. I went into her shower and started the water, I made sure the water was just right and called out. Her naked body swept by me as she jumped in and began lathering her body with suds and shampoo. I could see the outline of her magnificent body through the glass shower doors.

“Be a doll will you,” she was now shaving her legs, “can you lay out my black dinner dress?” Mesmerized I went to her closet and pulled out her slinky black dress and laid it on her bed. “Now my stockings, you’ll find them in the top dresser drawer.”

I found them, they were fishnet, very sexy. “Don’t forget the garter belt silly.” I looked further and found a sexy little garter belt that I also laid out on the bed. “Now, in the closet, find my pumps.”

“Pumps?” I inquired.

“Yeah, very sexy black patent ‘fuck me’ pumps.” She was finishing up her shower.

I began getting excited. I started wondering if she wanted me to take her to dinner. “Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Starving, aren’t you?” She responded.

“Well, yeah I suppose I am.” I was growing very happy at the thought. “You feel like dinner?”

“Definitely!” She was resolute.

I was overjoyed. She came out of the bathroom naked and handed me a towel. “Dry me off will you?” I obeyed without question. I loved every second of touching her body with the soft teri cloth towel. “Get my asshole too.” She arched and I found myself kneeling to wipe and dry her every inch.

“Where are my panties?”

I grabbed them from the bed, she pushed my shoulders down causing me to kneel, I opened them and she stepped into them one leg at a time. Her neatly trimmed pussy at eye level, I slowly lifted them up her magnificent body and positioned them perfectly over her ass.

“Now the stockings.”

I took her fishnet stockings and one by one, rolled them up her luscious thighs. I was finding it difficult to be so close to her, I was growing erect again. A fact that wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Fasten my garter will you?” She turned from me allowing me to fasten the garter belt around her waist. “Attach the stockings, and do it right.”

I diligently attached her sexy fishnet stockings to her garter and noticed I was still kneeling. I was high on the thought of her pussy being near me. I was lost.

“I think the heels are next don’t you?”

I scramred to get her pumps. Kneeling, I placed one on each foot and looked up to see the most beautiful Goddess I’ve ever laid eyes on. She was truly beyond my imagination.

“Don’t forget my dress.”

I jumped to grab her dress and she lifted her arms, glaring her braless tits into my face as she expected me to put her slinky dress over her body. I lowered it over her body, amazed at how perfect her breasts looked even without a bra.

“Do I need makeup?” She asked.

“You don’t need anything.” I was gawking I’m sure.

“Hmmm, maybe I do. Come.” She walked to her makeup desk and pulled me along. Once there, she stopped and looked at me with a glance of shyness. I was confused as I’d never seen her like this.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Well,” She actually seemed embarrassed, “I’ve actually sort of had a fantasy for the longest time, but I shouldn’t, never mind, I mean I shouldn’t even…”

I interrupted her quickly. “What! Anything!”

“Are you sure?” She seemed shy.

“I mean anything!” I was so enamored by her at this point she could have said anything and I would have listened.

She smiled, as in conquest. “Well…” she kicked the small stool out of the way and took hold of my hair. “Get down.” Confused I obeyed. She guided me onto my hands and knees in front of her make up desk and then sat on my back.

I reeled with the thought. Yet she didn’t even seem to notice. She began applying makeup in the mirror completely ignoring me. I had just become her “stool”. I was her furniture. I didn’t know how this made me feel, part of me felt totally humiliated, and a small part of me just adored her more. I was very confused and excited in the same breath.

“I’ve always dreamed of being a princess, you know like Cleopatra, with slaves and servants. And the idea of having someone literally acting like one is just SO exciting!” She squirmed a little at thought. “Isn’t it great to be anonymous? Like we could do ANYTHING and not feel bad about it?”

I realized that this woman was not a normal woman, she was amazing. She was something of an anomaly, she was a dream and I was getting to live it. I was going to allow myself to fully “live” this anonymous dream with this woman for this entire trip. I didn’t care what the consequences would be, I’d be her servant, her slave.

She finished applying the last of her make up and stood up. She leaned towards the mirror to make some final touches as I looked up. Her dress was so short that I could see her ass cheeks. If she so much as bent just a little, a portion of her luscious ass was visible, this was excruciating. I took her standing as in invitation to stand.

“I better get ready.” I said as I watch her glossing her lips. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to wear?” I quickly took a mental inventory of all the clothes I had in my wardrobe.

“Anything you want silly.” She kept applying gloss to her full pouty lips. “Why should I care?”

I felt a twinge of confusion just as a knock pounded on the door. She twirled around and looked me straight in the eye. “How do I look?”

“You look like a dream.” I was smitten.

“Do you think Paulo will like it?” A knock at the door came.

“Paulo?” I stuttered.

“Yes silly, my date.” She skipped happily towards the door and reached for the lock. She looked back at me as if seeking confirmation.

I must’ve seemed like a hurt young because she noticed.
“Just a minute.” She said before coming towards me. “What’s wrong?” She was very soft with me at this point.

“I…. I just thought that we….” I couldn’t bring myself to complete my sentence.

She giggled as she held my face in her hands. “Silly silly boy, Paulo isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just my lover. He works at the nightclub next door.” She leaned closer to whisper, “I’m using him for sex.” She locked eyes with me. “He has the HUGEST cock I’ve ever seen!”

I wanted to die. She stood back and twirled again. “So, will he or not!” I could only nod approval. “Good, now run off to your room, I’ll call you tonight if I can.” She rushed me to my suite and closed the adjoining door. I could hear the eye bolt being set as she then ran to open her front door.

I sat in my large oversized Euro shower and let the cold water shower my body. I needed to cool down. What was I thinking? This woman was way out of my league and I was an idiot to think we could ever be anything.

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As much as I wanted to go out, I just resided to call room service and order a sandwich. I sat alone on my balcony and ate my meal while takeing a bottle of Italian wine while contemplating what I was feeling. I tried to get this woman out of my mind, and thought I could use a good night’s relax after my long day in the sun. I got undressed and under my sheets and thought I’d fall to relax quickly, but for some reamister I just couldn’t relax. I kept having images of Paulo and this woman dancing and flirting while in the club. I found myself tossing and turning, unable to control my erection, and reluctantly removed my underwear.

I tried to ignore my arousal, but kept finding myself brushing against my erection, causing it to stir and leap with desire. I found myself stroking it, I felt my orgasm getting closer and ran to get a towel from the bathroom. I resumed my stroking with the full intent of erupting to my desires of this Goddess. I was literally on the verge of orgasm when I heard the door of the next room being opened. I had to power myself to relinquish my immediate orgasm and allowed myself to listen to the activities of what was happening next door. I laid back, secure in my privacy, my blankets down around my ankles with my erection firmly gripped in my hand, slowly stroking, but now with a sense of purpose to listen to the moans that Paulo would surely evoke within minutes.

I relaxed and told myself to chill as I listened to the frantic kissing and noises of foreplay next door. I could hear more this time, it became clear that her door was closed while mine was wide open. It was like I could hear twice as much compared to their last encounter. I could even hear their words, whereas before it would’ve sounded like grunts or groans.

“Oh baby, I need to use your shower. Let me shower and get ready for you, I’ve been at work all day.” Paulo spoke with a heavy Italian accent.

“Hurry lover, I need to be fucked like I’ve never felt!” She sounded like a wanton whore craving his cock.

“Oh….” He was raging with lust. “I’ll be quick. You just be ready for me okay?”

“Mmmmmm, hurry you stud!” She rasped.

The sound of the bathroom door closing followed by the shower being run was distinct. I found myself gripping my erection and pulling it slowly to keep it ready for the sounds I was sure I would soon hear.

I pulled and stroked myself and closed my eyes dreaming of her perfect body. I imagined her above me, kissing me, her heat just inches from my body. I wanted to arch, to thrust and push my penis into her waiting wetness. I lurched upwards, I pumped, I found myself breathing hard and deep in a state of desire. I was about to shoot my load, I was going to cum all over her beautiful body…. When…

“What are you doing?” Her voice was near.

I jumped at the shock. She was standing in my room next to my bed. I realized I must’ve left the door between our rooms unlocked.

“What?.... I…. I….” I was totally shocked and embarrassed.

“You’re masturbating!” She was accusative. “What were you thinking about?”

I quickly covered myself and sat up. “I…. Well hey, I’m a man, I’m allowed to masturbate aren’t I?”

She smiled knowingly as she heard the shower running. “Were you thinking about me?”

I blushed.

“With Paulo?” She stared. “Be honest. Remember you’re anonymous, so there is no reamister to be shy.”

Somehow her logic seemed to relieve me. She was right. I looked at her squarely. “Yes.”

“What exactly were you thinking about?” She came closer. Her fingers were slightly rubbing her pussy underneath her slinky dress. “Tell me!”

I submitted. “I was thinking of how Paulo fucks you. I… I heard the last time you two were together.”

She almost blushed at the realization. “So you heard?”
I nodded.

“Then you know, Paulo has a very very large cock don’t you?” She was looking at me with lust.

I could barely breath, I was flushed with nervous excitement. I nodded again.

“Are you my friend?” She asked.

“What?”

“Answer me. Are you really my friend? Will you be my very close friend?”

I melted. “I will be ‘beyond’ your friend. You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. EVER!” I thought I might have overdone it.

“Then is there anything you won’t do if I ask?” She was serious.

I swallowed deeply. And remembered, I’m anonymous, I could be free. “Nothing, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Good.” She handed me a large bottle of lubricant. I must’ve looked stunned wondering what this was for. “Paulo is so large, I never feel wet enough. I want you to help get me ready.”

She got onto her hands and knees and arched her back. “Lubricate my pussy.”

Flustered, I got to a kneeling position, my erection at full staff, and began pouring lubricant into my hand. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I slowly reached towards her arched crotch and felt her wetness. I massaged and probed her wet hole with my fingers and worked lubricant deep into her hole. She loved it, she arched and pushed back onto my hand as if it was a cock. “Use more fingers, I need to be opened to take him.” I had two fingers in her already, so I added a third. “More!” She commanded. I added a fourth, within minutes I was close to putting my whole fist in her. Her moaning made me want to cream. She reached back with one of her hands and held my erection. She rubbed the precum from the tip of my cock and pushed it into my mouth and made me lick it.

Our activity was cut short by the sound of the shower in the next room being turned off. She realized Paulo would be ready for her in moments so she pushed one final time onto my hand and then stood and looked me in the eye. “I don’t want you to cum. Can you do that for me?”

“Why?” I was really lost.

“It would make me happy. Can you do that for me? Can you NOT cum tonight, no matter what you hear next door?” She was almost cumming herself at the thought.

“I…. Ahhhh…. I….”

“Hurry! Yes or no?” She wanted an answer.

I reluctantly nodded. “Yes.”

She smiled and ran off to her room. I sat there, with a slippery hand and a raging erection. The sound of the adjoining bathroom door opening told me Paulo was ready.

I moved toward the door between the two rooms and listened as the sound of fierce sucking and groping emanated. Soon, I heard my queen moaning, she was obviously being penetrated. It wasn’t as fierce as before, I guess my preparing her made her feel less ***d. Yet the thrusts and slaps came. Again and again, her moans and cries of being fully fucked echoed through the rooms. I collapsed at the door onto my knees, holding my cock with my lubricated hand. I was near impossible to keep myself from exploding with the slightest touch, but I powerd myself to hold back and tried my hardest not to cum.

“Yes! Fuck me you fucking STUD!” Her screaming caught me by surprise. “Your cock is my GOD! I’m your whore and you can fuck me whenever you want!”

“Who are you?” His accent confident.

“I am your bitch!” She was lost on his large penis.

Within minutes I heard her very loud cries of orgasm. She wailed on his large cock and her cries seemed to ebb and flow with his thrusts. I could hear him grunting and making noises like he was building up.

“Oh you fucking whore, I’m going to cum so hard!” He grunted and the sounds of pumping and slapping followed. Her cries of penetration filled the air as he came to a stop. I tried as hard as I could, but my will power just wasn’t enough, I found myself spurting my cum all over my naked body. I creamed myself at the sound of a real man fucking a Goddess.

I lay gasping and panting from the most intense orgasm of my life, and as I sat recovering from my orgasmic high I realized I was still kneeling with my ear to the door. How pathetic had I become? I was glued to every sound that came from that room. I could literally smell the sex from under the door it was so strong.

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This is great story, please, don`t stop now!!!

Beautifully told....it would be impossible to resist such a woman...please write more...

PLEASE KEEP GOING

tONY X

continued....

I began to hear her voice from the next room.

“Where are you going?” My queen was asking.

“I have to get back to my wife. You knew that.” He was apologetic. “But don’t worry, I am supposed to work the whole weekend, so I can stay the night this Friday and Saturday. I won’t let you relax an hour without fucking you, okay beautiful?”

I could only hear soft and tender whispering at that point. I realized that their night of love making was most likely at an end and I sat with my back to the door with my cum drenched body a constant reminder of my inability to control myself. Just the thoughts of their recent passion caused my penis to twitch and stir again, and I found myself feverishly trying not to allow myself to grow erect at the smell and thought of their sex.

I think I lost track of time. I felt bewildered at how powerful my emotions had rode. I may even have drifted off as I was startled at the sound of her front door closing. I shook myself to consciousness trying to figure out where I was, I looked down to see my naked body, with dried cum all over my stomach and chest, even splotches on my face. I almost chuckled at my state when all of a sudden the door between both rooms opened abruptly. I fell at the sudden lack of back support and looked up to see my Goddess, freshly fucked and naked looking down at me with an inquisitive look.

I felt embarrassed. I had tried not to cum, but couldn’t help it. Her look told it all, she was very disappointed with me. “I guess I expected more from you.” Her voice was condescending. I tried to gather myself to my feet, but she pushed me back down with her foot “Don’t try to stand.” I looked up at her confused.

She stepped directly over to my humiliated body lying on my back and stood dominantly over me, her perfect naked body glowing at me. “Do you see this?” She pointed to her pussy. “Do you?” She wanted a response.

I nodded as I looked at her perfect pussy. I noticed her pussy was drenched, and her pussy hair that began the night so trimmed and neat was now matted and caked with sperm. “What do you see?” She asked like I was a 5th grader.

“Your pussy?” I was hesitant.

“Look closer!” She kneeled down and straddled my body, kneeling her knees onto my shoulders facing my feet. Her wet pussy hovered only inches from my face. “Now, what do you see?”

I wanted to pull away as I could smell the stench of heavy sex. The scent of Paulo’s sperm was strong, and the fact that her pussy was caked with it told me he came numerous times. “I see your pussy, after being well fucked.” I surrendered.

“That is half right!” She grabbed a handful of my hair and powerd me to stare at her thoroughly fucked pussy. “What you see, is a pussy that has been fucked, like you NEVER will be able to! Do you understand?”

I cringed at how close she pulled me to it, and tried to pull away, yet her firm grip on my hair refused to let me look away. “Smell it!” She was powerful.

I wanted to get up “I don’t want to!”

She allowed her entire body weight to pin my shoulders to the floor and reached back with her hands to pull her crotch as wide open as she could. A small amount of warm sperm dripped out of her gaping pussy and landed on my cheek. I almost freaked at how I was feeling. I was repulsed, yet all I could hear my mind saying was that I was anonymous and that I would never be this close to such a beautiful woman again in my life, that I should just allow all of this and go with it.

“I said smell it!” She lowered even further. The dripping lips of her cunt were stretched from fucking and hanging lower, drenched and warm with semen. I wanted to cry, I was feeling really different. I wanted to get away again. “Now!” Her yell snapped me back into the moment.

I closed my eyes and reluctantly put my nose up towards her drenched pussy. I softly smelled and almost became overwhelmed by the scent. It was strong and reeked of sex. I was horrified at how my cock reacted, it almost leapt to an erection. I was so confused and so turned on.

“Now I want you to exhale fully. Blow out all of your air.” She commanded as she saw my reaction. I blew out and breathed my exhale onto her hovering crotch. My warm breath must’ve signaled my getting close to being fully spent.
“This time, I want you to inhale deeper, I want you to truly take it in. Open your mouth and nose and inhale like you need this.” She cooed.

Again I closed my eyes and arched my nose up. I began inhaling deeply and again I found the scent powerful. “That’s a good girl.” Her voice was comforting. “Again. Smell it again and again for me.”

I did as she asked. I found myself continually inhaling her wet and caked crotch, her distance closed and soon it was literally on my upper lip. “Now taste.” I wanted to run, I wanted to puke, I was starting to feel repulsed. “Shhhhhhhhh” her soft tone calmed me. “I want you to taste it, for me…. Okay? Remember, you’re anonymous, no one ever needs to know.”

Who was this woman? How could she control me like this? I began to relax and start to inch my tongue out towards her pussy when I felt her realign her body, sitting up, so she could reach back and pull her ass apart even further.

“Taste me! Now!” I was hers, and I obeyed. I probed my tongue north, I found the wet salty folds of her cunt and pushed into her. I tried my hardest to ignore my sense of taste, I thought if I could just pleasure her with my tongue, somehow I could escape the actual taste of what I was tasting. She was a lot smarter than I thought. She arched her back and pushed the contents of her well fucked pussy into my open mouth. “Open!” She could sense my reaction and reflex to struggle, “No! Open, relax your mouth baby. That’s it, just swallow and don’t think.”

I tried not to think as I obeyed. My throat just swallowed as I took the creamy substance down and tried my hardest not to think what it was. Her pussy began a grinding process on my face, pushing and pumping more and more fluid from its confines. I drank and drank much to her pleasure. She was ecstatic. “Very good girl! I’m so proud of you!” She spoke to me like a young.

After what felt like many mouth loads of fluid, she withdrew from my face and turned around to face me. She straddled me, her mouth embraced mine, almost as if trying to savor the last taste of the cum she made me swallow. My leaking erection, slowly rubbing her inner thigh, she allowed me to maneuver it a little closer to her wetness, but wouldn’t allow me that close. She truly knew how to tease me. It was the first time I kissed her, and it tasted like the cum of another man.

I could barely contain myself. Here I was, with this literal nypho lying on top of me teasing me and taking me down sexual roads I didn’t even know were possible. My erection aimed towards her well used wetness. I allowed my hands to roam a little and found the soft and plump mounds of her ass cheeks. I was in heaven, as I kissed and passionately found myself guiding her over my fully erect and pussy starved cock.

“You know….” Her words were intermittent with lustful breaths. “If you had obeyed me, I’d have let you put that little cock of yours inside me.” I began to understand her words. “But because you were bad, I suppose it wouldn’t be right to allow you to fuck me now would it?”

I must’ve looked like a puppy. “Don’t be sad, you know that I asked you NOT to cum. And all you’ve done is proven yourself a very untrustworthy slave.” I felt like I had let her down beyond belief. “I’m at a point where I want to trust you, I really do, and I’m just not sure you’re capable of keeping your penis at bay.”

She rose up and planted her drenched pussy on my chest. “Well, are you trustworthy slave or not?” I greedily nodded, hoping she would allow me to fuck her. “Are you willing to prove it?”

“How?” I asked.

“Yes or No? I don’t have time to wonder, is my month here going to be spent with someone I can trust, or should I just move on?” Her look was intent.

I almost died at the thought of her moving on. “I’ll do whatever it takes. And I’m SO sorry for not controlling my desires. I really didn’t plan on cumming, it was just...”

“What honey?” She was sympathetic.

“It was just… the sounds of you and Paulo having sex were too much to constrain myself.” I blushed at my admission.

“I had a feeling that was the case. So would you agree that you need help to control yourself?”

I nodded. “I thought you’d agree.” Her words were comforting, I felt like it meant she would stay. “Well if you are serious, and you want to be considered trustworthy, we’ll just need to take a few precautionary steps so you don’t slip up okay?”

Again I nodded.

“But first I must know something. Earlier I confessed that I’ve had this life long fantasy of being like Cleopatra remember?” She was almost blushing again. She could not be more adorable.

“Yeah, I remember.” I smiled.

“Well,” She got shy again, “I just guess I never asked anyone if they had a similar fantasy. Are you truly okay with this? I mean we’re anonymous right and we can play out things here we’d never be able to back home.”

I wanted to kiss her, hell I wanted to do whatever she wanted and to hell with the consequences. “I am SO okay with this! I mean it. I’m a little blown away, but please no matter what, don’t stop.”

“Should we have some kind of code word to stop if it gets too much?” She raised her eyes to mine. “I mean I wouldn’t want to take things past your breaking point.”

Boldly I replied, “I don’t want one. I am yours, no limits.”

“You mean that?” She was truly shocked.

“Yes.”

She got a very excited look in her eyes and kissed me. “Wait here.”
She stood and left to her room and came back with a handful of silk stockings. In a matter of minutes she proceeded to get me on the bed and tie my wrists and ankles to the bed posts. “Now, isn’t that better? You can’t masturbate even if you wanted to could you?”

god, I love her!!!!

Great story so far!

You got me on the edge of my seat waiting for the next bit

Tony

Go Go Go !!!
Great story, keep it coming mate!!

Best regards

superb story!!!!! it's rare to find a story this good and so well written. i do hope there will be more......please!!!! priss

With such wonderful and enthusiastic feedback, I shall continue to endeavor... I hope you all enjoy.... tracy


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“But… but…”

“Shhhhhhhh….” She stood. “I’ll be back in the morning to release you. Goodnight.”

She left and turned out the lights. I was bound helpless in my own suite and as much as I tried, I couldn’t get free.

My night was restless. I squirmed and tossed and found absolutely no relief at my inability to even touch my penis. The fact I couldn’t only made it worst, it was like having no freedom to touch my penis, actually caused me to give it more attention.

What little relax I did achieve was disrupted by the sounds of knocking at the door. “Housekeeping.” I cringed and tried to call out. I realized I hadn’t put the privacy sign on the door knob.

“Not now!” I was pulling and tugging violently on my restraints when a young Italian maid entered my room. She had to be 18 or so, cute, attractive, and a little plump. She stopped, shocked at what she saw. Here I was bound spread eagle on my own bed, naked and unable to cover myself. Her look took on one of amusement as she tried to put two and two together.

“Senior?” She sheepishly approached. “Would you like me to release you?” She didn’t know what to do.

I surrendered to my situation and shook my head no. “That’s okay, I’m fine. Can you come back later?” I didn’t want to make my queen unhappy.

She did a bit of a double take, realizing one of the two doors dividing our adjoining rooms was open. She seemed to understand the significance. “Ohhhhh, okay Senior, I’ll be back later okay?” I blushed furiously as she left.

About two hours later I heard the adjoining door open. The freshly awoken image of my queen stood over my bound body. She wore a t-shirt, her nipples erect poking and causing my eyes to drift to them.

“Good morning.” Her voice was soft and sultry. “Now if I release you, do you promise not to cum?” She looked at me seductively.

“Yes.” I nodded. “I promise.”

She sat down and untied me. After I was free she allowed her hands to caress my naked body. “Shhhhhh…. Don’t move.” Her touch made me crazy. “I heard the maid this morning.”

I could only smile as I realized how embarrassed I was.

“Remember, you’re anonymous right? Who cares? Are you cool with that?” Her eyes beckoned me to walk this road.

I nodded, “I am.”

“Good.” Her hands gently stroked my entire body. She repeatedly pulled any instance of my body hair. My underarm hair, she gripped and tugged. She even pulled my pubic hair. I’m not a hairy permister by nature, but wherever there was any hair she seemed to take notice.

“You know what I’d really like?” She met my gaze.

I shook my head no.

“I’d REALLY like if you got rid of all this nasty hair.” She didn’t take her eyes off mine. “Can you do that for me?”

My mind went through a sense of initial wrestling, but her recurring words seemed to take over. “You’re anonymous.” I nodded.

“Good, shave it all! I want to see you smooth, and I mean everywhere okay?” She seemed diligent.

“Yes Ma’am.” I smiled.

“Hmmmm, I think I like that.”

“What?” I asked.

“When you call me Ma’am. Now off to the showers for you, and don’t come out with a single hair below your neck.”

I did as she asked. I spent a good hour, and many razors shaving every inch of my body. My underarms and pubic hair was especially difficult as it seemed to remove my masculinity. I felt different as I left the bathroom, my legs were smooth, my arms, and even my underarms and pubic hair. I felt like either a young or a woman. It was an adjustment to get used to it.

My queen appeared in my room shortly after my shower. She looked stunning, a pair of daisy duke shorts with shredded ends that barely covered her luscious ass, and a tube top that barely contained her massive breasts. Every time I laid eyes on her I wanted to melt.

“I was thinking,” she flirted as she adjusted her top, “wouldn’t it be fun to rent a boat?”

“I suppose so.” I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“If we do, we can explore all those deserted beaches away from the tourists. What do you think?” I immediately understood her meaning. “That’s a wonderful idea!” As bold as I was, the thought of evading more offense sounded nice.

“Almost ready?” She handed me her beach gear.

I pulled out a pair of jeans and sandals. “What are you doing? It’s like 80 degrees outside?” I sheepishly explained I was a little worried about sporting my completely smooth legs in public.

“Hey! Does anyone here know your name?” She was right. “You are anonymous! Who cares? You could be drag queen and it won’t matter back home. So drop the worries! Understood?”

She was totally right and I quickly found myself getting into the mood. She even took a pair of my jeans and cut them into my own pair of daisy duke shorts. She made them very high cut, far beyond a safe male length, with my ass almost hanging out the bottom and if it wasn’t for my insistence that we leave would have probably powerd me to wear a half top too.

We found the boat rental site and rented a zodiac rubber raft with an engine. Her flirting got the rate reduced and soon we were underway. Soon we were exploring the most pristine and untouched beaches of Italy. We found a small cove where we came ashore and laid out our beach camp site. After a couple of hours of not seeing another human soul we realized this was truly a hidden site.

“Don’t be shy,” she stripped completely, “get naked.”

I found myself blushing at her looking at my hairless body more than the fear of strangers seeing my small penis. “I think your body looks just right.” She was reassuring me.

“I feel weird.” I was honest.

We both laid down on the inflated queen size mattress covered with towels. She straddled me and began coating my entire body with sun block. “Shhhhhhhh” I wanted to tell her how her touch was causing me so much trouble. “I know sissy.”

I didn’t quite catch that. Did she call me sissy?

“Just arch your body and allow me to coat your body with lotion okay?”

I obeyed and allowed her magnificent hands to touch every inch of my body and rub lotion into my skin. As she touched and fondled me, my erection began to swell sorry. “Shhhhhhh” her voice was talking to my erection. She slowly rubbed sun block all over my erection, causing me to twitch and crave further touch. I was dying, I wanted her beyond belief.

“Lie down!”

I obeyed. “Now, I want you to look at me. Look into my eyes and listen carefully. I want you to grow soft.”

I couldn’t imagine having that kind of control over my own penis.
“Listen, you WILL grow soft, and you’ll do it now! You are going to learn that your penis is mine, and it will only grow when I give it permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I tried but it refused to obey.

“Lay spread eagle, and don’t move.” She grabbed an item from her bag. It seemed like a leather whip, I later found out it was called a cat-o-nine tails. She began to punish my penis. She whipped it, and hurt it until it went down. Only after it subsided did she resume cuddling with me. Soon my erection returned, and once again she “trained” it to stop growing. She whipped and caused my cock to stop growing erect.

We lay there, coated in lotion, naked and my mind had somehow come to the point where it wouldn’t grow erect without permission. I was reeling at how she controlled me. I wanted to get erect, I wanted to feel like a man, yet she would spoon with me and hold my naked ass and stroke my hairless body.

“You’re so sexy without hair.” She would grind her crotch against the small of my back. “I think I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life!”

I found myself fighting the urge to grow erect and I confessed it to her. She felt it was about time to really confront my inability to obey her. “What is the most erotic thought you have about me?”

I thought about it and told her, “When you straddle my face.”

She rose and positioned me spread eagle again on the mattress. “This is for your own good.” She straddled my face, with her ass in my nose. She grinded her wet pussy into my mouth and powerd her tight anus onto my nose as her hands began softly touching my balls and inner thighs. In seconds I was rock hard.

“Now smell me.” Her body pushed down firmly onto my face. “Can you smell my pussy?” I nodded enthusiastically.

Then the sharp pain of the cat-o-nine whips on my erection caused me to squirm and wrestle to be free. She firmly pushed down with all her weight and continued to whip my erection. “Smell me! Smell my cunt and my ass! Does it excite you?” I nodded again.

“Now let it excite you inside, and realize that your penis doesn’t have the right to respond, do you understand?” Her whip refreshed my memory.

I obeyed, my cock stayed docile. Her moist crotch was firmly planted on my mouth and nose and yet I somehow was able to separate my sexual desire from my loins. Then magic happened. “Now…. Get hard!” Her hand began to touch and fondle my penis. I had the immediate rush as if I was given permission and it was suddenly okay. In seconds I was as hard as I’d ever been. “Good girl!” She milked and pulled on my penis giving me great pleasure.

“Now…. Get soft!” In a state of terror it was as if I pulled my penis’ sexual support. My penis began to lose it’s stiffness despite her holding and touching it. “Soft I said! Or else!” My fear caused my member to shrink. I couldn’t believe it. She had trained my cock.

We spent the day truly enjoying each others company. We purposely avoided talking about home and things that would bring about a lack of this “anonymous” adventure. At sunset we made our way back to the hotel and shortly after getting to our rooms the door opened. She seemed perfectly content with this freedom to come and go at will.
“We should have wine on the balcony.” She pointed.

Like a ditz I quickly uncorked a bottle of chilled chardoney and poured two glasses. We sat and raised our glasses in a cheer, “To being anonymous.” I said. She raised her glass and clanked them before sipping. “To pushing our boundaries.” She offered. I eagerly toasted. The sunset could not have been more romantic.

My momentary lapse of reality hit home. “You know Paulo is coming by tonight?”

I must’ve looked troured. “I thought he wasn’t coming till Friday?”

“He said he had to fill in for someone at work, so I told him to drop by after his shift.” She eyed me. “How do you feel about that?”

I squirmed a bit. “I…”

“He’s gonna fuck me again.” She smiled knowing how much this bothered me. “He’ll be here at 10.”

I glanced at the clock, it was almost 8. I think my stomach dropped at the thought.
She could feel my emotions I swear. She smiled and fixed her eyes on me, “You know I think it isn’t fair that you be left out like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when Cleopatra fucked a lover, I’m sure she had attendants taking care of all her needs don’t you?”

I was lost. “I suppose. But what can I….?”

“Obviously you can’t be there when Paulo is there,” she interrupted, “but maybe we can do something to make you feel more like you’re a part of what’s happening. I know, while he is fucking me, I’ll say something that only you understand the meaning of.”

I must’ve blushed. “I don’t get it.”

“Well just imagine me,” she spoke lower now as to not be overhead, “In about two hours I’m going to be clawing my sheets, being fucked like a two dollar hooker, and as much as I try to keep my wits about me, I’ll most likely be totally focused on Paulo’s huge cock.”

I couldn’t stand how erect she just made me.

“Somewhere during my fucking,” she continued, “I’ll cry out something, like a word or saying that I normally wouldn’t so that you can hear.”

I was literally nervous at how excited this was making me. Was I a freak? What was happening to me?

“So what should I say?” She asked.

“You want me to come up with it?”

“Yes, then it’s like you were part of it.” She was beaming with excitement at her idea. “So c’mon, think. What’ll it be?”

I ran a million things through my mind and couldn’t summon so much as a syllable. I began to shake my head in a sense of defeat.

“Wait,” she guided me, “Just close your eyes, and imagine how you felt the last time you heard us.” I was aroused and struggling to hide it. “Now just imagine something you’d imagine me crying out. Just let it flow, let my moans have a voice.”

It was like I was in a dream, I was there, she was being fucked and clawing his back and in her passion she cried out, “There is no place I’d rather be.” I told her my daydream.

“That is perfect! She held our glasses to salute. “That is just perfect!”

We drank this strangest of toasts I’d ever made only to have it grow stranger. “And tonight, when you hear me cry that out, while another man is fucking me silly, I want you to repeat it.” She added.

“What?” I was puzzled.

“Well isn’t it right?” She raised her eyebrows. My silence gave me away. “Isn’t that true? That no matter how insane it sounds, that at the moment, when you were listening naked on the floor to my being fucked, that there was no place that you’d rather be?”

God this woman knew me. I could only nod meekly as I basically admitted she was right.

This night she wanted to use my shower as it was so much larger and more luxurious then hers. Yet for tonight she thought it best if I bathed her. I entered the shower and lathered her carefully, she allowed my hands to touch her everywhere. She even commanded me to shave her legs which only made it worst. I was literally preparing her for another man and it was driving me crazy.

About 15 minutes before ten, she tied me to my bed spread eagle and left for her room.

Paulo arrived right on time. He fucked her as usual, this time with me bound in my bed just listening. He fucked her for what seemed like hours, and near midnight realized I’d been listening to her continued fucking for almost two hours. I lay fully erect the whole time, precum leaking down my shaft. Just before midnight, I heard what sounded like a violent increase in their moaning and thrusting. Their cries of lust culminated in Paulo’s deep grunting with sounds of spilling his seed in her and her cries reaching a crescendo of passion. Her final breath of lust echoed into my mind, “There is no place I’d rather be.”

I analyzed my situation and couldn’t believe how excited this had made me. I was in a state of disbelief as I repeated her words softly.

After their love making, he left and I found myself looking up to my recently fucked Queen. She didn’t even speak as she straddled my face. I lapped up her cum soaked pussy and drank every push and thrust of semen she could push out. It was warm and strong, and she wasn’t showing a sign of hesitation. I would take from her and that was that!

After powerfully causing me to swallow her every drop, she pushed her anus deeply onto my mouth. My rimming of her ass was causing her to feel splendid. She kept me there for a good hour before retiring for the night. Here I was, night three on my vacation and I was already shaved, cuckolded, and eating cum out of a woman’s cunt from another man, and to top it off I didn’t even know her name.

FANTASTIC Thank you so much for taking the time to write this

Tony x

awesome... amazing... fantastic!

Great story.
Keep it that way!!!

continued excellence!!!! my little wee-wwe was stiff from the opening sentence to the last! thank you! priss

I love the story the Femdom element does it for me as much as anything, but also the balance, clearly she likes him very much and feels affection for him, at the same time she is cruel and bitchy, reminds me of my wife

Hopefully this will become a lifecoupling, clearly they are made for each other, i'd love to see a bit of foot worship incorperated into the story and a nice steel chastity device installed then it really would be like reading my own life story

Thanks for your time and effort, I hope you gets lots of feedback and continue...

Best Wishes

Tony

Amaizing story!!
Great ideas!!
One of my all time favorites on this site!!!
Keep up the good work!!

You make this relationship very real and very erotic. The unbelievable becomes believable and so very desirable.
She puts him in a trance so easily...many women could learn from her...I hope they do!
Please continue...your story is very addictive.

This is a real winner. Thanks for posting. I hope that at the end it turns out she's really a friend of his ex-wife who sent her there to sissify him.

this story keeps getting better and better. i also love the Femdom aspect. i like the way he still thinks of himself as a man in his own mind, but She knows better and powers him to face the fact that he's sissy. i also like the way he half-heartedly tries to resist, but is no match for Her desires and Feminine wiles. i agree with essentiauk and would love to see some foot worship. one of my favorite little things is when She casually calls him a 'good girl'. my own Wife does this to me when i start thinking i'm a 'real' man, and it never fails to put me in my place. i'm wondering if we will see any powerd-bi action? in any case, i hope you continue this superb story. thank you. priss

Really enjoying this story!

Maybe a touch more on the pleasure she is receiving when being orally serviced.

i can't wait to find out what happens with the maid ... i she has a the time to tease him for quite a while. The maid also need oral service.

Keep up the great work on this story

looking forward to the next segment very much

Hot! Excellent! Thanks