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When in Rome

By: sr71plt



We were summoned for the exercises. I was to wrestle, and I hoped that I'd draw Victor. He was all bulging muscle and beauty and fluid movement. As I entered the palaestra through the columns, I saw him over to the side with a group of other soldiers, laughing and jesting with them as he removed his breastplate to show rippling muscles and solid abs every bit as sculpted as the armor he had shed. Then he was unsheathing his short sword, followed by his leather skirt, and he stood there in considerable glory, only in his leather sandals, laced up to his knees, the leather bands under his biceps, and a scanty, flesh-colored loincloth. He was ready to enter the arena for his wrestling match, in finest Roman fashion. And I was so ready to be called upon to be his opponent.

I rejoiced when I was told that I had drawn Victor for my wrestling partner, and I quickly stripped down to my loincloth and entered the arena, my eyes intent on Victor's glorious body. We paired off on the ground of the palaestra, with Victor and I given the honored spot in the very center of the field, and, on cue, all of the men began their various assigned games and exercises.

I was no match for Victor, and I didn't stay on my feet very long. He had me down and we were wrestling vigorously, our arms and legs entwined and our chests heaving mightily. He was straddling my back when I noticed he had gotten very hard and was rubbing his cock up and down the small of my back. I managed to get turned over, so that he knew that I was turned on too. We were all over each other, trying to make it look like a simple wrestling match, but we had reached the point where we were doing the best we could to keep our engorged cocks grinding together through the skimpy material of the loincloths.

Victor was whispering in my ear that I was one hot young stud, and I rejoiced in this. He wanted me. But he couldn't want me as much as I wanted him. I was sure of that. I had known it since we were cast for what we were doing.

"That's some sword you're carrying," I hoarsely whispered back to him.

"It's very much in need a tight sheath," he answered. "Can you help with that?"

"First chance I get," I whispered back.

"Cut!" the director commanded, and we all relaxed and stopped whatever we were doing. The other "exercisers" in the arena went back for towels to wipe off the sweat they had built up under the strong lights in Film Studio 21, and the cameras rolled back from the close-up scene they had been filming with the stars in the pillared loggia running along two sides of the palaestra set. Our exercising had just been the backdrop for a movie scene.

"Take thirty," the director's assistant yelled to all of the extras, and we started picking up our gear. Some started redressing for the next scene.

"In five behind studio 16," Victor whispered in my ear, as we disentangled and he started gathering up his Roman soldier's costume.

I was there in three minutes, but he was already waiting for me, casually leaning against an oil drum, no longer burdened by his skimpy loincloth, and smoking a cigarette. He flicked the cigarette aside as I came to and knelt in front of him and made love to his thick, pulsating dick.

"We've only got twenty left," he muttered in a husky voice after I'd worked him up for a few minutes.

And, with that, he pushed me away from his cock and onto my haunches and than my back. He crouched down on the ground between my legs and rolled me up onto my shoulders, with his strong forearms folding my knees into my chest. My butt cheeks were in the air, but my asshole was quickly covered by his short sword. His tongue was flicking and digging at my chute, and one of his hands went to my cock and was stroking it. I could tell that he was in a hurry, trying to make every minute of our short break count. 

He stood and then reversed his stance over me, his hands now holding my legs down to my chest, and crouched down again, his hips moving down to my pelvis. I cried out as his long, thick sword was sheathed in my ass canal. He was pushing hard past my sphincter and then plunging down, down into me, as I did all I could to accommodate his insistent, impatient thickness and length and to pull him farther inside me. I arched my back and grabbed for my cock as he jackhammered down into me, with an ever quicker and frenzied beat. My eyes were glued to his undulating ass cheeks, tightening and loosening, and then quivering and twitching as he came inside me and I shot my own load up onto his buttocks and the small of his back.

We held the pose, both panting and moaning for less than a minute before we heard the studio whistle signaling that our short break was over.

"Good timing," Victor said with a deep laugh as he pulled out of me and toweled himself off with his loincloth. "Time for the next scene. I see we're both scheduled for that."

"Which one is that?" I asked, as I stretched out on the ground, totally satisfied and unable to move for at least another moment or two. "I don't remember what was scheduled."

"The orgy scene in the baths," Victor said with a big grin. "The cameras won't be able to catch what we're doing below the surface of the water."

"Wonderful!" I Exclaimed. Suddenly I found I had enough energy to get on with the next scene. 

When in Rome



Do you sometimes wake up it the morning wanting to do or be something different? It could be something as simple as a new hair cut or colour or maybe something more drastic, well I needed something more drastic and the perfect opportunity presented itself on a work trip to Rome.

I work behind the scenes in the British museum organizing artefacts for exhibitions, I'm a self confessed history bore, I wear clothes brought from second-hand shops, I'm curvy but I always were clothes that coved everything, I'm 29 with dirty blonde hair green eyes and DD boobs.

I live with my loving partner Mick in a two bed flat in London. Mick and I had been together for nine years, we meet at university and we had got to the stage were we had become complacent with each other. Sex with Mick was good it had never been fireworks in the sky good but it was good, now it was a quick fumble on a Sunday night. I had suggested spicing things up but he would get defensive and change the subject.

I had never been to Italy I had studied the history and the language but never had the chance to see the place made famous by the Empire, so when my bosses asked me to spend ten days in Rome to finalise the plans for a six month loan of some of their artefacts I jumped at the chance.

I arrived in Rome on a warm Friday in June; my first meeting wasn't until the Monday so I spent the weekend doing the normal touristy things looking at the ancient buildings and monuments I'd seen in text books. I spent hours walking the streets total immersed in the culture of the city. The native Romans all looked so beautiful and as I sat and watched them from a small café in a piazza an idea popped in my head, I thought that if I went home to Mick a different me then maybe things between us would change. I spent the rest of the day going from boutique to boutique buying clothes I would never have thought I would possible buy if I was back home, figure hugging skirts and dresses, tops that made the most of my boobs, and the most gorgeous delicate lingerie, in so many different colours. It was if I had been possessed by a shopping demon.

As soon as I returned to the hotel I bathed then spent ages admiring the new me in the full length mirror. For dinner that evening I chose to wear a pair of black stilettos which I had trouble walking in ( I had only ever worn sensible shoes before) but they gave my long legs a leaner look, a knee length tight black skirt which was fully lined in crimson silk, the skirt had long splits front and back which flashed crimson as I walked. The top matched the lining of my skirt; it had a plunging neck and long shear sleeves. 

I felt nervous as I stepped out of the lift into the foyer, there were a few people milling around as I walked self-consciously across the room I felt people watching me, back home I liked not being noticed but now I wasn't being me I started to enjoy the sensation. The staring didn't stop during dinner, in fact I had several glasses of wine sent to the table by gentlemen who wanted to do more then just look, I was sure one was a native he certainly looked Italian what with his dark hair and brooding eyes, in fact as he walked passed be I heard him whisper "Bella" as he dropped his phone number onto my table, the part of me between my legs wanted to call him but my head and heart reminded me of Mick.

Monday morning came and I headed to the museum in a taxi (it would have been safer to walk) I had put on a dark blue tailored suit and sat waiting for Dr Luca Monchello, we had been corresponding by phone and email, for the past two months I had a picture in my head of what he would look like but when I final meet him he was nothing like I had envisaged. For a start he was much younger he was about 35, he was well over six foot tall, he had jet black curly hair, soul searching brown eyes, and his face was chiselled, in short he looked like he could have been the model for one of the many marble statues we have in the museum. As he talked my minded started to wonder whether his body would look like statue as well underneath his loose cotton shirt and black chinos. I suddenly realised that he was calling my name.

"Dr Harris what do you think?" his thick accent sent shivers through my body.

"I'm sorry what"

"Would you like to see the collection?"

"yes please that would be lovely"

I followed his pert arse though the corridors to a small storage room in the basement.

He spoke so passionately about the artefacts that his passion soon rubbed off on me. He showed me bronze and gold jewellery fine pottery and busts of bronze and marble all from the first and second century BC and all recovered From Pompeii.

I stared in amazement at this collection, Luca handed me a first century gold bangle twisted into the shape of a serpent with two small rubies as eyes it was so fragile and beautiful.

"Would you like to see Pompeii, we have more things there that you should see."

I agreed to go the following day, it was only a two hour drive and I relished the thought of being alone with him. 

After dinner that evening I lay in the bath thinking about Luca.

I imaged him as a roman solider still in his leather tunic coming back to me from some military campaign in Africa or Gaul. I lay on the couch surrounded my slaves and eunuchs wearing a flimsy shift dress when he enters the room and lifts me into his arms and kisses me passionately before carrying me in to the bed chamber and throwing me onto the bed. 

In my head I can see him taking off his uniform to reveal his hard tanned torso, solid thighs and his thick unbreakable cock. 

I swear I could actually feel his lips on my body. Subconsciously I started to touch myself my hands roamed over my neck down to squeeze my breasts and pinching my nipples I wanted my hands to be his hands. My left hand snaked its way down over my pale stomach gentle flirting with a soft spot on my left side that when touched sent shivers straight between my legs. I move my leg over the edge of the bath as my hand finally reached its destination I had not been that turned on for months, my fingers brushed over my hardening clit making me catch my breath, I wanted it to be his fingers and his mouth on my clit. Gradually I began to build up speed and pressure as I circled around my clit; I could feel my orgasm building I pushed two fingers in to my saturated hole in my head they were his fingers or his tongue or his cock oh how much I wanted it to be his cock deep inside me. Pumping my finger fast in to me I was now on the edge, my fingers went back to my clit as I clamped my thighs shut.

My body tensed, then convulsed several times as one massive orgasm flowed through me followed by several smaller aftershock orgasms. 

Through the sound of my panting echoing around the bathroom I heard my phone ringing. 

"hi Emma you alright sweetheart you sound out of breath"

My hair was dripping on the cream carpet I had the phone crammed between my ear and shoulder trying to wrap a towel around me. "Hello Mick I was in the bath"

I couldn't believe I was talking to him whilst dirty thought still swam in my head about another man. Mick and I spent half hour on the phone, he told me of his weekend and work, then I told him all about Rome, by his responses I could tell he wasn't the slightest bit interested, I did however forget to mention all my new clothes after all it was suppose to be a surprise.

Luca picked me up outside the hotel at seven the following morning, I had found out from the receptionist that it was going to be a very hot day and even at seven the heat was creeping up. I had put on a loose white cotton dress, and sandals, I had left my long blonde hair loose. For the entire journey I tried to think about anything other then the striking man driving, (he drove an old small Italian car which had no air con and a top speed of eighty mph.) but it was as if he had hijacked my thoughts all I wanted him to do was pull the car over and take me over the bonnet. My head and heart were loosing the battle against my lust. 

"We are here" he said final as the small car came to a stop. I was relived to get some fresh air; I could push my thoughts of Luca from my head and start focussed on what I was there for. 

Pompeii was amazing the roman graffiti on the walls declaring everything from games at the amphitheatre and the support for politicians to where the best prostitutes could be found. The cast of the dead inhabitants shocked me slightly, left exactly where they were buried alive. Murals on the walls of the baths and villas depicted everyday live, there was a hell of a lot of images of fornicating couples; it was if they ancient people knew my deepest desires.

By mid afternoon the heat was unbearable, sweat was trickling down my neck and Luca who was use to the Mediterranean heat was covered in sheen of sweat and cursing the heat in rapid Italian. We took cover from the heat in one of the many stockrooms in the city, as soon as we walked through the doors the cold air con hit us sending a shiver down by back and stiffing my nipples. There were boxes and boxes of artefacts in the room more gold, bronze and marble, and little objects that depicted every day normal life. I was in heaven surrounded by all of it, how I would ever choose what to borrow.

I felt Luca's breath on the nap of my neck as he leaned over me to help me take the weight of a heavy marble bust, his body was leaning on me I had only one thought then and that was to turn and kiss him. I placed the bust back into the box and turned to face him, he moved back a few paces, I looked up into his eyes lost in there depth, my hands gaped hold of his waist and pulled him close to me. My lips found his and I kissed him firm and ardently. He pulled away from me a mystified look on his face, I felt myself turn red with embarrassment I had obviously crossed a line.

"Luca I'm sorry please forget it"

"Jo I'm the one who should me sorry. You surprised me."

He reached out to take my hand and pulled me in to his strong body holding me close to him. This time when he kissed me it was with the same passion that I showed minutes before, our tongues dances together our arms doing nothing but holding each other close. I could feel his hard body pressing against mine. I loved just holding and kissing this man part of me didn't want anymore then that I was happy, but I could feel myself getting wet and I got even wetter when I felt his cock harden against me.

He pulled back this time a look of unadulterated desire. His lips kissed my neck his hands pulling the straps of my shoulders my dress fell to the floor leaving me stood in my matching white lace bra and French knickers; Luca spun me around pulling my back into his chest. His lips ran over my shoulders kissing every exposed piece of me, he was obviously in no rush but I was getting desperate to have him in me, but every attempted I made to speed things up was blocked by him. He unclasped my bra letting my heavy breasts free, the cool air making my nipples even harder then they had been. Luca took both of them in his hands and squeezed them playfully before rolling my nipples between his fingers. 

Taking his hands in mine I pulled him from me, turning to face him I slowly opened his white shirt revealing what I had whished for, a hard strong body which I ran my hands over. I bent forwards taken one of his nipples in my mouth teasingly nipping it with my teeth, after moving to his other one and repeating my attentions, I kissed down over his stomach reaching the waist band of his chinos. Now on my knees my head level with his encased cock straining to be freed. I swiftly had his chinos and shorts on the floor, his cock was about eight inches and was very thick, and it was as if it was made of solid marble. Cautiously I reached out my fingers to touch it lightly stroking it with one hand as I ran one finger over the head I felt it jump. Before long I had his cock in a tight grip tossing him off, I heard his breathing becoming laboured and I knew that before long he was going to cum, so I stopped and took as much of him as I could in to my mouth, what I couldn't tend to orally I resumed using my hand, while in my other I had his balls squeezing them lightly.

"Oh Jo yes please I am cuming." I felt his cock pulse then his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but some escaped and ran down my chin and landed on my breasts.

He pulled me back to my feet before kissing me again, even though it had only been a few seconds I felt his cock begin to stir again. Luca cleared a space on the bench before lifting me onto it, I wiggled out of the only clothing I had left on. The smell of my arousal hit us both; I can honestly say that I had never been that turned on. Luca resumed teasing my nipples now with his teeth. His had pushed my thighs apart giving him access to my wetness his fingers teasing around my clit before rubbing it in circular motions increasing the pressure before I could take no more and started to beg him to make me cum. His face lifted from my breasts giving me a knowing smile before he sank down between my legs. Luca sucked my inflamed clit in to his mouth playing with it with his tongue, two of his fingers pushed up into me trusting and twisting fast; after only a few trusts I started to tense up I had one hand in his hair whist the other was pushing on the bench trying to hold me. 

"Luca I'm cuming oh god I'm cuming don't stop please don't stop" I started to convulse as wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through me; I held his head tight in to me not wanting to let this feeling end. Just as I was coming down from my fist orgasm a second hit me followed immediately by a third, finally I could take no more and had to push Luca away. I lay collapsed on the table covered in a thin film of sweat my breathing shallow and uneven. Luca's face was smeared in my juices; he kissed me gentle before lifting me in his arms and laying me on the cold floor. 

The cold floor felt amazing against my exposed back, Luca was again fully hard, and as he knelt between my legs poised at my opening I felt the most alive I had done in years and if he never entered me I would have been happy, but as I stared up in to his eyes I felt him penetrate me slowly I did not brake my stare until I felt his balls against me. Slowly Luca drove in and out of me not breaking his tempo I pushed up to meet him, we stayed like that for about five minutes before he paused fully in me kneeling he lifted and closing my legs pushing them gently towards me. This new position took my heightened sensations to a whole new level. Luca increased his pace and all I could do posed like I was to take everything he gave me. Faster and harder he trust in to me my breathing was all over the place I could hear his was shallow and fast, neither of us could last much longer.

"Yes Luca yes cum in me please I'm so close, yes, yes."

"I'm almost there Jo hold on a few more..." as his cocked pulsed deep in me my orgasm began to take over.

Luca and I lay on the cold floor in each others arms I wished I could have stayed like that forever but Luca caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall

"We have to go they will be around to lock up the storerooms soon."

The drive back seemed much shorter, Luca drove the whole way with his hand on my knee and every time I looked at him he shot me a smile that began to get me wet all over again.

That night and the rest of the nights I spent with him, during the day we were professional, but at night we were passionate lovers. Luca made sure I had the best of the collection to take back with me. I hated leaving him at the airport, but we both knew that what we had would not last once I got home so I thanked him and kissed him one last time before saying, goodbye.

Mick was waiting for me when I got into Heathrow, I had put on one of my new black tight skirts and white fitted shirt; he took one long look at me before he kissed me reservedly "like the look did you have a good time?" 

I smiled at him little did he know what I had in store. After all it was him that I loved, 

In the borrowed collection from Luca's museum was a marble stature of a roman man and every time I walked pasted I couldn't help thinking about my Roman. 



When in Rome...



This is my first submission on literotica, and I'd love a feedback from you readers! Other chapters of this story will follow :)

*****

Eve sat on her bed, startled by a screeching sound from the outside street; she breathed deeply, realising that her slumber had been disrupted by a petty car accident. She sat on her knees and rolled the window shutter up. There were two men cursing at each other, one of them had opened the front door of his car quite at the wrong time. The other was quite unable to stop from crashing on it.

"Anvedi sto burino!"

"Ma che ti possino, ma brutto figlio di..."

She just shook her head, it was the fifteenth time that month that she had witnessed a car accident on the street she lived. It was rome, and some narrower streets got so crowded with abusively parked cars, that it was inevitable for this to happen all the time. 

Eve lazily looked at her phone, wondering what time it was. When she realised it was well past noon, she sighed, smashed her head on the pillow and then slowly got up to start the day.

She had an exam that morning, but she was so tired from work that she had chosen not to go. Anyways, her fee was so low in comparison of the ones she was supposed to pay in the US, that she didn't mind.

She had moved to Rome from Pasadena, just curious about the world, and enchanted by the old historical city. Her parents weren't rich, but she had worked during her teenage years, had some savings for the trip and first months there, and once in Rome, she had found many small jobs to pay university fees and her rent. 

She divided the house with a bizarre guy, Ernesto. She had found him nice, good humored, and though he was terribly messy and brought home an humongous number of men every week, they went on together well. She didn't mind her house filled with gay men, since they were completely disinterested with her, though she had spent quite a handful of sleepless nights because of the moans of pleasure and sexy giggles often coming from his bedroom. 

She had just done her bed, and she decided to prepare herself breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever. She strolled around the house clad only in a old oversized tee, entered the big sitting room - kitchen, and switched the tv on for company. It seemed that nobody was home. 

She had just prepared herself a bowl of yogurt and cereal, and sat comfortably on the battered couch, when she heard the door opening. 

"Buongiorno Edoarrrrdo!" she chirped happily, her accent very strong. She still struggled with italian a lot, also because she never attended lessons, and her job as server in a club needed a totally basic knowledge of the language. Moreover Edoardo liked to learn english by speaking with her much more than teaching her some italian. 

"Buongiorno mio dolce amor!" he answered from the hall. He then entered the room, followed by a silent man behind her. 

At first, Eve didn't even notice him. When he politely said "Buongiorno", she gazed up at him and politely saluted back. 

Men in the middle of the day? Wow, that was quite the surprise from Edoardo.

"I'm sorry you must find me in my nightclothes, but I had just woken up", she justified herself, made self conscious by the piercing gaze of the stranger. He snapped out of a reverie, nodded and smiled at her, waving his hand, and then drew his attention to Edoardo, that in the meantime had quickly entered his room and was calling him to go there.

He cast a lustful glance at the nameless beauty in front of him, and then was gone in the other part of the house, giving her way to admire his sexy back. 

No way, she sighed, all the best were engaged, or gay. How ironic.

***

Alexej had been quite struck by the girl at Edoardo's that morning. She had left him wondering about her, who she was, what she did, and caused him a constant semi-hardness throughout the whole day.

The girl was enchanting: she looked athletic, plump and slightly curvaceous. Her oval face was a perfect balance of lines, with a pretty round nose, plump lips, and big brown doe-eyes. She had a fair skin, freckles, and wild, untamed honey-red wavy hair.  

He had little time to look at her, but already had her image impressed in his mind. When he was alone with Edoardo, he had lost no time for some casual questioning about her. They had to spend the whole afternoon repairing his computer, and he didn't find her again, but by the end of the day he had at least managed to know her workplace and the fact that she was an american chick. That cunning son of a bitch, Edoardo, had sensed his eagerness to know about her, and had just acted dumb, to make fun of him. His cousin was a cool guy, but knew how to irritate the shit out of him.

That night, though, he was out hunting her. Under the cool stream of the shower, he considered talking about that to his brother, but thought better than sleeping him in the middle of the night. It was about 11 pm, and Mitja would be surely asleep, or otherwise busy having fun with some chick. 

Dressing up, he examined himself in the mirror, and decided that what he saw was good enough for a forty-ish year old man: he was strong, muscular, naturally dark skinned to be half russian. He had the perfect balance of italian and russian heritage from his parents. Her italian mother was a beauty in her days, dad always said, and his father even to these days could turn heads with his icy blue-grey eyes and chiseled jaw, that he definitely inherited.

After he was fully dressed, Alexej cast a quick glance to the glass surface, and smiled confidently at his reflection.

***

"Vodka lemon, a te!" 

The club was half empty that night. The football match going on at the stadium and the fact that it was a hot june, had drawn away almost everybody, minus a handful of chicks that were there there on a sort of bridal shower. An excuse to drink too liberally and spend a lot, Eve thought. 

She was a little worried for a couple of the girls in the group, just eighteen but downing their shots and drinks like crazy. Since she worked there, she had to remind herself that drinks were allowed at 18 here. She was almost nineteen and still hadn't took advantage of the italian law...it didn't matter much, since she had very little friends in Rome, with the exception of Edoardo. 

Bartending here was quite fun. She worked and at the same time had the possibility of talking to people, making jokes and laughing at them, flirting with pretty boys. Sometimes they were rude to her, but her colleague, Roberto, was quite the gentleman to take her out of embarrassing situations.

Tonight she ran the bar alone, and she didn't mind. She wasn't in the mood for conversation. Her mind had wandered for the whole day to the pretty stranger she had seen home. She had to go take a walk when the two had locked themselves in, she didn't want to witness the moans and the screams even in the middle of the day. She then had to run some errand, and came to a empty house just before starting the shift. After dressing with the usual pair of shorts and tee with the club logo, putting on some make up and pulling up her hair in a messy ponytail, she had gone out again.

Sometime after midnight, she had been startled by a man entering the club...that man, the guy from earlier that day. She wondered how he was called. 

The man looked around the place, then spotted the bar area and started walking towards her. She tried to seem casual and cool, but wondered what he was doing there. She had never seen him before in that place, there were lots of exclusively-gay-clubs in there, and in that club it was easier to spot groups of friends or couples. 

She smiled at him while he approached the counter and sat on a stool. He flashed a smile back at her. Gosh he was handsome. 

"Hi there, what can I serve you?"

"Hm," he pondered "vodka, thank you very much. But only if you keep me company, I see you haven't many people to tend to", he added with a bright smile.

Eve smiled back, a blush covering her cheeks. 

"Just a virgin sex on the rock for me then", she said casually, turning around to grab bottles and tumbler. 

She quickly served him the transparent liquid in a shot glass, and placed a nice cocktail for herself on the counter. With a night like this, her boss wouldn't surely reprimand her for slacking. 

"Cheers!"

"Cheers. Aren't you Edoardo's flatmate?" he asked casually. Even too much casually. She nodded between a sip and another. 

"I'm Eve, nice to meet you properly," she said a couple of seconds after, "and you are?" 

"Alexej."

"That doesn't sound much like an italian name, where are you from?"

"Russia. My mom is italian, though."

"Oh, cool. I'm from California. Even been there?" she replied lively. She felt quite at ease chit-chatting with this guy, now that the initial embarrassment had diminished. She smiled, he looked at her, smiled back in turn.

"No, never been there. I can imagine it to be a lovely place, isn't it...well, but why don't you join me into drinking some real stuff? Where I live is considered impolite to not to drink while in company."

"I really shouldn't," she said sheepishly, "I'm on shift, after all. Even if there's no crowd."

"Ok, so...what about drinking something with me, just after you are free?" 

"If you insist..." 

Eve smiled, then fiddled with some napkins and went to clear some inexistent dirt off a table. She was puzzled by the behavior of the man towards her, he was almost...flirting with her? Hadn't she seen him with Edoardo that afternoon, she wouldn't be puzzled at that, but she didn't believe it was the case. Maybe he was just overly friendly, and anyways, she got to spend the rest of the shift and some of the night in good company. She felt nicely at ease around him after all. Hot and bothered as well as at ease. Well, whatever.

As the shift ended, and the few people present got out of the club, she and him stayed where they were. She had to clean up the bar area and lock the cash in the safe in his boss' office, and in the meantime she let the dj go home, since she was the one to lock up the place tonight.

"The guy is with me Carlo, no worries! Have a good night!" she replied to the questioning glance of the passing dj. He flashed her a smile of relief, bid a quick goodnight to the two, and off he went. It was almost three now.

"So, what about our drink...a promise is a promise young lady."

"Ah, right...so, what do you want me to prepare, then?" she replied with a half smile, barely looking at him. 

"I've had straight up vodkas all night long, what about testing you as a barmaid?"

"Just name a drink then", she said smugly, sticking out her tongue at him. He chuckled, and then stood up to go to the other side of the counter, right where she stood. 

"I was curious about your take on the sex on the beach", he said while coming towards her, "it's a shame that at forty I still haven't had any." 

He came to stand at her side with his back against the counter, his arms flexed backwards, muscles filling the white crisp shirt. She breathed in and her nostrils filled with the musky scent of his skin and aftershave, a fading hint of alcohol as well. She felt like a hot mess, at this point, his presence and demeanor making her thighs squeeze involuntarily. She started to prepare the drink, not daring looking at him too much. 

"Well, there's a first time for everything", she muttered casually, not catching the double-entendre in his words. She poured the drinks, making some colourful and bright orange-yellow ones, then gave him a glass. 

"Cheers, then!" she chirped. "Na sdorovje", he replied, his eyes piercing into hers.

"You know," she squeezed her eyes shut at the powerful taste of vodka (she had been quite liberal with that), "that's the first time I ever drink something this strong."

He looked at her amused by her expression. "Well, aren't you an adult?"

"Uhm, of course, but I never drank anything but bacardis and beers. I've never drank vodka ever", she said. "That's quite nice though, I'm good I suppose." She smiled, he smiled back. 

After a half hour she had tried not only a sex on the beach, but also a mojito and a pretty rainbow coloured shot. She wasn't bad indeed. Her head started to feel a little too light, though.

She smiled sheepishly after the fourth drink in a row, "I should stop here", she said. 

"Let's lock this place up then, and off we go. What do you say?" he murmured in her 

ears, moving towards her and circling her body, locking her between him and the counter.

"Mh-hh, where to?" she slurred. "What about Ostia Lido? I can still drive, I'm kinda used to much more alcohol than this, little girl."

She nodded, and followed him.

He had just thought about that. He would bring her there at his house, seduce her into his bed. He would have taken things much slower, but this hottie was just too much to handle even for him. He couldn't resist much without having his way with her. 

When with a shaky hand she had closed the club for the night, he took her by the waist and gently escorted her to his car. He opened the door, let her in the passenger seat, then went to his seat and started the engine. 

"So, where you said we goin'?" she asked.

"Ostia Lido. We don't really get to see the sunrise, we are bound westward, but the first morning rays are just equally lovely on the Tyrrhenian sea. Do you like the seaside?"

"Sure thing, I love that."

"My mother has a house by the sea there. It's where I live for now. I'm here for the summer, but sooner or later I'll get to work here as well", he explained matter of factly. 

In the ride home, he would steal quick glances at her, noticing that she either had her eyes closed, drowsily falling into sleep, or she was checking him out. He smirked. 

"Like what you're looking at young lady?" he asked, catching her staring for her umptenth time. She blushed and turned her head away. 

"Come on, you can tell me. I know I'm a damn good looking man," he carried on jokingly, "and if it can be of help, you're not bad yourself. Quite a vision, I'd say."

"Mh-h, you're a real gentleman, thanks..." 

"I can assure you that no gentleman would look at you with my eyes, quite the opposite." 

She was looking at him with curiosity now, barely noticing his hand moving from the shift of the car to her naked knee.

"I'm baffled, to be honest. Hadn't I seen you this morning with Edoardo, I would have thought you are flirting with me..." she slurred.

"Why, what do you mean by that?"

"You know, having sex with him...I know him to be...well, a male escort?" she blushed, not daring to look at him. She hoped he wouldn't get offended at her lack of tact. 

There was a long pause, then Alex roared into laughters. She was more puzzled than ever, and just raised her head to look at him with a very un-intelligent expression.

"What are you laughing at?"

He snorted. "Lots of things to be laughed at young lady...I knew the fucking boy to be kinda bitchy, but I just wasn't sure to which extent..."

"Would you be kind and explain? You mean you weren't there for sex today?"

"Ah, baby girl...no, at least not until entering your living room. I was there for some IT help actually. Edoardo is my cousin."

"Ah. So you're not... you don't prefer... uhm..."

"You thought I was gay?" he said in disbelief, looking at her. 

"Well, since I know Edo, the men that he gets into his room don't really go there for IT consulting. I didn't know you were related though, I'm sorry, it's so offensive i think." 

He smiled, "No offense baby girl. And no, I am a total sucker for pretty girls like you."

"Oh. Like...like me?" she looked up at him, hope in her big brown eyes. He could see the glint of her beautiful eyes even in the semi darkness of the car.

"Sure thing, doll", he muttered, going up with his hand on her leg, feeling her tension and a slight opening of her thighs. She was looking at him in awe, not sure about his intentions, not sure about hers as well. She was hot for him, but totally inexperienced. Her flirting and hooking up experience stopped at kissing and dry humping the occasional high school sweetheart back home. It was at least a year since she hadn't had any more sexual attention from boys, and this older stranger touching her was both exciting and terrifying the shit out of her. She just didn't know where he wanted to land with all this.

She decided to be quiet, and enjoy the nice massage he was giving her. His hand crept boldly upwards, to the hem of her shorts, massaging the tender skin and making her insides tingle with excitement. When they arrived to destination, his hand was almost inside the shorts, and she was still, breathing slowly with her head bent backwards and eyes closed. She didn't realise that he had already switched off the engine, until she felt another hand placing itself on her belly, and the flicker of a tongue on her earlobe.

"Now, babygirl... what about enjoying a different kind of sex on the beach? The one you served me in the club was good, but I had a better idea in mind..." he trailed off.

"Wh-what?" she mumbled, not fully understanding him.

"Come with me, and I'll show you..." he just said. 

He got out of the car, went to the other side and picked her up in his arms. She was kind of petite in comparison to his big frame, and he carried her away towards his house.

When inside, he didn't even lose time to switch on the lights. He continued to walk, arrived to the back porch and then they were on a minuscule strip of private beach. He let her jump down just then, and admired her in the violet light of the morning sky. The sea was still black as ever behind her, but the sky was starting to lighten. It was about five and a half. 

Alexej bent forward to kiss her, and she accepted his mouth oh hers with a sigh. She was wet, she could sense it, drunk with desire and alcohol altogether, she hadn't felt the tender attention on a man kissing her for too long. She let his lips gently caress hers, and his teeth nip at the bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, making her shiver and sigh. When his tongue flicked on her, she compliantly opened her mouth, letting him in, starting a merry, passionate dance with their tongues. 

His hands weren't idle in the meantime. She had felt his big, rather dry palms roam her back, pat her ass lightly, take and knead her generous hips while grinding himself into her crotch. She felt the bulge of his pants on herself. 

After they broke the kiss, the air was just a tad bit lighter around them, and she cast a long, dreamy glance at him. His face was really beautiful. The lines of his face were sharp, his jaw and chin covered with a short dark beard, trimmed but wild looking at the same time. His blue grey eyes were piercing her to her very core, making her pussy tighten with the silent promise of wicked fun. He was lustful, she could say by the look he cast her. 

"Undress, doll", he simply said while nibbling her neck.

"I'm embarrassed. I'm nothing much", she panicked, her inexperience taking over the lust just a little bit. She then had an idea.

"What about going in the water? It's still dark and black, and I will feel less awkward", she explained. He grinned and nodded, turning her to face the shore and smacking her fine bottom. She yelped, and started heading for the water.

"Close your eyes, I'll undress and enter the water!" she cried.

"Eyes closed, baby girl."

Aided by the darkness in which he was enveloped, he half opened his eyes. Gullible girl. She was taking her top off, showing him a pair of perky breasts hidden under it. From the distance he could just discern her profile, but it was mouthwatering as it was. His excitement was even greater than before, if it was possible. The situation in itself was incredible. He, a nineteen year old chick getting naked in front of him, that was some serious wow-stuff. 




When in Rome...



She got rid of her bra and shorts, and started walking into the water, shuddering at the cold lapping her legs. In a couple of minutes she was hidden by the misty darkness. 

"My turn, babygirl..." he said out loud, getting close to the shore. He wanted to give the kid a nice strip show. He was totally sure she was looking curiously from where she was hidden in the water. 

He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off gracefully and flexed to take his shoes and socks off, feeling the cold, dry sand under his feet. Then he proceeded to remove his trousers, and the briefs. 

He hissed, the warmish wind nipping at his skin. He then entered the water diving in and then coming back to the surface. 

"Come to daddy, babygirl" he chanted, hearing the water sloshing at his right, not far away. He moved in the direction of the sound, and hit Eve's back. She yelped in surprise.

"Shh, it's me", he cooed, embracing her from the back, and letting his hands explore her curves. The feelings she had by just one touch were making her squirm in delight. Also, the cool water had somehow sensitized her supple skin, making every touch feel amplified. She moaned in delight when one of his hands was on her right nipple and the other close to unfold her pussy lips. She arched herself backwards, and started grinding over her lover's dick. She had never touched one in real life, let alone cradled it between her ass cheeks, but she found that it came somehow natural for her to crave that intimate contact with him and his thick shaft. 

"Aww, you're giving me a massage to remember babe", he moaned into her ear, his lips and tongue and teeth all over her neck and ear now. He grunted more than once, thoroughly enjoying the caresses, continuing exploring her pussy with his fingers. She also was moaning in pleasure, her sticky wetness perceptible even in the water. So lush, he thought. 

"Woah, babygirl, to be just a teenager you seem to totally know what you're doing". She moaned. "Y-you're the first guy I feel naked on me"

"Never had any boy touching you all up like this?"

"Nope, never". He let out a moan of pleasure this time, utterly turned on (even more) by the information.

"So you're a virgin, aren't you...", he said, working her pussy faster and harder with his fingertips.

"Mh-h".

She started moaning louder, harder, and as the sunrays lightened the sky, and a new day of june was starting upon them, he delighted in her delicious nakedness, the fair skin pale and porcelain like against his hairy-tanned arms, her movements enticing. 

He had so wanted to take her now. His cock was more than ready, it was coming towards his climax even with this little foreplay. And she would have let him in, no doubt about it, compliant and horny as she was, the little vixen. He decided to restrict himself, though, thinking about all the pleasurable lessons he could impart on the girl before taking her virginity for himself. His brain was working overtime now, and he had already a plan in his mind. A plan that he and she altogether would get to enjoy thoroughly.

He planted hot, sloppy kisses all over her neck and shoulders, and got closer to the shore and sat in the water. She complied to his silent directions and ended up sitting on his lap, her ass cheeks still around his shaft. She was moaning so loud now, and had put her head on his shoulder. They looked at each other. He had an authoritative expression, one that could make her fall to her knees every time. Sexy, demanding, lustful. She smiled at him, her eyes half closed; then, when his finger probed into her pussy while the other hand kneaded her breasts, she gasped, surprised. Her pussy walls tightened around him, and his cock leaped upwards just at the thought of how good it would be around it. He was so close, and just by the friction with her ass. 

"Oh baby...do you like it, don't you?"

"Mh...yes please, make me come" was the only reply he could have among the moans. Thrusting into her ass cheeks even harder, he worked her pussy up with his hands as best as he could. And just as he was on the verge of coming, he heard her cry in pleasure and surprise.

"I'm coming...oh my...Ahhlex!" she screamed looking at him in bewilderment. He couldn't stop it. He came one or two seconds after this, taking her mouth with his, kissing her with passion, moaning and cursing in between kisses. She bucked under him, he threw his head on the damp sand of the shore, the waves touching his ears and hair. She lied contented, her head on his chest, a big smile on her face. As the waves lapped their bodies, waves of pleasure continued dancing into her shattered body, making her feel tired and oh, so happy.

In the light of the day there they were, two lovers quickly fallen asleep on the shore, one on top of the other.



When in Rome



"Remind me why I brought you along on this trip, Bernadette."

I regard the slut seated opposite me. Your immaculate hair and sparkling earrings. The nervous way your fingertip encircles the rim of your champagne flute. The darting way you have been avoiding eye contact all evening. The tension across the table is palpable. You pause, not looking up, and eventually, carefully, reply.

"To pleasure and amuse you Sir."

"That is correct. So explain to me, just how were you doing that when you were sitting in the cocktail lounge of the Mecenate Palace Hotel this afternoon?"

Your eyes widen with fear, a guilty flush consuming and betraying you. 

"I...I was just so bored and lonely, Sir. I didn't want to wait for you to finish work. I wanted to get out and see some places, walk around....I'm sorry Sir, I should have asked you first."

"Stop gabbling. I saw what you were doing. Perching at the bar, enjoying the male attention a well dressed English woman gets, alone in Rome. Clothes bought on my credit card, martinis purchased from my allowance to you. What do you think Italian men think about single women, drinking in the afternoon? Women who sit in bars in low cut dresses with their tits hanging out for the world to see?" 

"That...that they are sluts and whores, Sir."

"Correct. And they would be right, wouldn't they?"

Crestfallen, your gaze drops to the floor. Crestfallen, I wonder, because you have let me down, or because you got caught?

"Well?"

"Yes Sir, they would be right."

I stare at you for some time, watching your anxiety increase. Oh how you hate a pregnant pause, it's only certainty that whatever is germinating and burgeoning in my silence will be to your detriment. I sigh, then speak.

"Perhaps it is inevitable that a true slut will always revert to form, no matter how much her Master tries to better her. Maybe I should remind you that the only thing that raises you above the level of a common whore is my patronage." 

"This slut is grateful for any lesson you choose to teach her, Sir."

"As long as she enjoys it too, hmm?"

Ashamed, you do not reply. You know I am right, that you are a selfish sub and a selfish lover. And that this conversation has been a long time coming. 

Slowly, I reach across the table. My fingertips connect with the hollow of your throat, as your neck arches delicately against my touch. I watch your lips part under my caress, your head falling slightly back as I touch you just there, that secret place where only I can make you come without warning. Your long eyelashes drop luxuriously to your cheek, then sweep back up as my fingers trace a rapid trail down into your Chanel singlet. I feel your skin turn to gooseflesh, your eyes suddenly only too keen to connect with mine, silently demanding 'What the f*** are you doing, Master?'. You stiffen as my hand moves across your perfect cleavage, inside your white Rigby and Peller bra, caressing your firm flesh. Then I languorously pull your beautiful tits free, until my cool fingers have exposed them fully through the sheer fabric. 

Glancing around nervously, you realise that the Japanese business men across the room have noticed my action, and are staring openly at your semi nudity. I sit back and watch as your breathing quickens, and your nipples delicately harden. You know better than to try to cover your exposure. But, poor little slut, your lip is trembling. 

Eventually, maintaining my distance across the table, I pick up the tongs from the ice bucket and extend them towards you. At my leisure, I run them slowly and deliberately over your nipples until they stick out like bullets. I almost lose myself in the sight of the mesh of your top clinging to the straining buds, becoming slight transparent with the moisture from the tongs. Then viciously I close them on your right nipple and pull hard. Naturally you start to cry out, before remembering that this will draw even more attention, and manage to lose the sound in a deep breathy gasp. I lean forwards and speak lowly.

"Who's tits are these to show off, slut?"

"Yours, Master, Yours. These tits belong to you." Your answer is prompt, and urgent. But sadly I cannot help feel that your subservience is more calculated to terminate this public display than to appease me.

I release the tongs and calmly place them back in the ice bucket, before taking a sip of champagne. I survey your condition coldy. Then with deliberately evil slowness I reach in my breast pocket, and retrieve your hated clit clamp, two alligator clamps and a short chain. Your eyes widen as I thrown one clamp, then the other, then the third down on the table in front of you. 

"Get your tits out. Clamp your nipples. Then ask me for your chain."

Under the gaze of our avidly watching fellow diners you comply, pulling the vest down over your tits until they leap into full view. Your nipples are still rock hard, and obediently you clamp them for your Master, a little too hurriedly for my taste. But in these circumstances I will let that pass. You know you will not be permitted to hide your tits from these strangers until the chain is also affixed to them. And so, almost inaudibly, you whisper "Please may I have the tit chain Sir." 

"Sorry slut, I didn't quite catch that."

You swallow, your face a perfect sunset crimson, and repeat the ridiculous request. Silently I toss the chain onto the tablecloth before you, and watch with the rest of the room as you clip each end to the rings which decorate the steel clamps. The chain is tight, and pulls almost vertically between your bare tits. I watch as the warm, throbbing pain commences, enjoying your nipples' delicate transition from pink to angry scarlet. I know that the support of your bra, pushing your tits up for display, is providing some relief, and that the humiliation is so far worse than the pain. 

But I like to see disobedient sluts in pain. With a simple downward glance I gesture at the remaining clamp.

"Now spread your legs, spread your cuntlips wide apart, and clamp your clit." 

I notice you jolt with arousal at my words. In the correct order, you obey, moving your knees as wide as the table legs, picking up the bulldog clamp from your napkin, and reaching between your thighs. No one, including myself, can see as you release the clamp on your sensitive bud. But the strange, short hum of pain you emit as the metal bites into you tells me you are remembering the way. I know you are gritting your teeth behind those perfectly made up lips.

Eventually I give you the command you have been praying for;

"Cover your slut tits up again." 

You speedily comply, knowing better than to return to the safety of your brassiere, and instead pulling the gauze singlet over the cumbersome metal. I toy with the lobster on my plate idly. As you stare at the table, your breathing telling me how much pain you are now experiencing, an age seems to pass as you await my next prompt. When it comes, you merely stare at me in confusion and terror, not knowing how to respond.

"You know, this is a very expensive restaurant. I think you should contribute something to the bill. I don't work hard all week to feed sluts like you in places like this." 

Our waiter passes, and I motion for him to come over with another bottle of champagne. He is much shorter than me, and mediterranean in appearance, with greasy, gelled hair. As he pours, he stares unabashedly at the clamps, before looking questioningly at me. We exchange words in Italian, a language you have never bothered to learn, despite our frequent trips to Rome. During our quiet conversation, it is obvious to you that the waiter is being encouraged to appraise your body. You blush again, as he asks questions, and your Master replies. Then, grinning at you, the waiter hurries off. I address you curtly.

"You are to go downstairs to the washrooms, and wait in the staff WC. There is a marble surface next to the sink. Sit on it with your ass just on the edge, your tits out, and your legs spread wide. Put your heels on the edge of the marble on either side of your ass. And hold them."

You freeze, immobilised at this horrible demand.

"Go on. The waiters are busy. And don't pull your skirt or vest down, on your way there OR back."

I have shared you with other men many times before, but not for a while now. This really wasn't what you had in mind for this week away, or perhaps, for your future with me generally. But you know this is your chance to prove yourself to me again, that I must think you capable of completing this test of unquestioning obedience. You also know that you have pushed me so far recently, that if you do not perform I may no longer consider you worthy of serving me. Slowly you stand up. As if locked in some bizarre dream sequence, you leave the table and make your way to the stairs. Your skirt, having ridden up during the meal, just skims your fantastic ass. Your tits bob obscenely with the weight of the clamps as you pass the staring Japanese men.

When you reach the staff washroom, shaking with nerves, you position yourself as instructed, pull your tits out, and wait. You can't believe you are sitting in this place, with no idea of exactly what is about to happen to you. You hope you have the guts to go through with whatever your Master planned with the waiter upstairs, that it is nothing too intense. Maybe it will just be a light pussy slapping. Maybe I have asked them to masturbate you to orgasm. I know how shy you are about coming under a stranger's touch. That would explain your awkward and embarrassing position. You seem to sit there for at least ten minutes, dreading the door opening, the air conditioning tracing your bare tits and thighs with goosebumps, just as your Master's hand was what seems like an age ago. When you hear footsteps in the corridor, you pray that it is me, that this is all a test. But the door swings open, and a wave of nausea hits you as the waiter enters, followed by a tall black waiter you had seen serving at another table. Your Master is nowhere to be seen. 

The two men stare at you incredulously, gawping at your lewdly revealed vulva and puckered asshole, talking quietly to each other in Italian. You avoid their gaze, eyes fixed on the wall ahead. If only you hadn't been such a brat! They move towards you, slightly unsure at first, making no attempt to speak to you. Then, with sudden confidence, they began to run their hands gingerly up your raised inner thighs, across your jutting tits. Realising you will make no attempt to stop them, that this is for real, their touch moves eagerly to your cunt, each pulling a shaven lip wide, exposing your fuckhole and clamped clit. You wince and tremble as one, then the other strokes then pinches the engorged bundle of nerves, clearly remarking on the clamp in amazement. Their bulging cocks leave no doubt as to how turned on they are at the chance to use a submissive, probably for the first time. And what man wouldn't take advantage of free, brazen cunt? 

You close your eyes in shame as their fingers push painfully into your dry anus and tight pussy, poking and probing, stuffing you crudely as you display for them. The white waiter's sharp nails scratch the inside of your rectum painfully, as he twirls two fingers in wide circles, laughing. Then with fingers still wedged in your holes, their attention turns to your tits. You wince and stare straight ahead as they cup and knead them, feeling their weight then dropping them heavily. Gripping your heels tightly, you wince as your thighs strain apart, both men jostling between your spread legs, yet still no sounds escapes you. The black man pulls the chain between your slut tits, lifting them high by the nipples, causing you inhale sharply. They seem to be talking about the spectacle of the stretching flesh, as each pulls a clamp, roughly shaking them so your tits jiggle, suspended from the taut nipple flesh. You take the pain, almost enjoy it in the old familiar way, as it shoots from tit to brain and back again like lightening. One of them pushes the chain against your lips, and you take it into your mouth, holding your tits up for them in two straining peaks. 

Still roughly pawing your now taut tit flesh, the first waiter eagerly unzips his pants and frees his cock. It is uncut and quite dark in colour, with a purple, bulbous head. You guess it is about 6". He pulls your hand down around it, and gasps softly as you obediently start wanking him. Being the brat you are, you are secretly hoping to get him off quickly, and return to the safety of My table. Sadly for you, that is not how this scene will play out. He fumbles for and slides on a condom, while his free hand plays with your cunt again, roughly pistoning it with two fingers, his knuckles angular and unforgiving. You are grateful that I have trained you to juice up to order, as there is no way this man would get you wet of your own volition. 

It doesn't take long for him to be ready to fuck, and he pulls his dirty fingers out, replacing them gracelessly with his cock. You cry out for the first time as he remains buried for a second, then begins pumping in and out. Your vaginal walls contract involuntarily as he penetrates you, and ever the whore, you make sure he gets a good fuck, sucking his cock with your cunt muscles. You think back to the nights I have shared you with other Masters, knowing I will ask if you tried to bring him off well with your cunt, and that it will be punished with the belt if you sit motionless. The waiter realises you are fucking him back, despite what must be a hard to disguise expression of disgust. You hear the word slut amongst the Italian as he uses you, with some sort of expression of approval, and are relieved that so far you have managed to perform well for Me. You hang on tightly to your heels, spreading yourself as wide as you can for him. I don't send you to weekly yoga classes for the good of your health.

The white waiter starts to slam into you like an exuberant teenager, his balls slapping against your asscheeks as he grunts enthusiastically. Pulling the chain from your mouth, he rubs and squeezes your titmeat, his palms brushing and chafing your oversensitised nipples in circular motions until you grit your teeth. God, how you hate that feeling. As you bitchily remarked earlier, before I even dismantled your designer cleavage in the restaurant, it's as if he hasn't seen a woman's tits for months. He ruts with amateurish abandon for less than a minute then finishes, exclaiming loudly in Italian and yanking painfully on the tit chain as he shoots his load. 

Then thankfully for you he pulls his flaccid cock out and grinning, takes off the condom, knotting it. He speaks again with his colleague, whose invasive black fingers are suddenly pinching your cunt lips, and spreading them apart again. The man who has just fucked you stuffs the rubber encased cum deep inside you, followed by a 20 Euro note which he leaves poking out obscenely. Horrified, you balk at what these strangers must think of you. As they pull you down from the marble, the feeling rushing back to your aching legs, your hopes soar that the black waiter has only been offered a blowjob. But as you start to drop to your knees he grips your shoulders, roughly turning you to face the mirror.

The black man is stroking his long cock through a condom which he must have put on while his friend was cumming in you. You watch him in horror as he squirts some soap onto his hand and rubs it slowly over his thick veiny meat, appalled at the thought of that thing might be going up your ass. Desperately, blindly, you hope that this part really is just a test, to see if you will struggle or try to leave. Roughly the waiter kicks apart your stockinged legs and pushes you down til your tits are mashed against the cold marble. By now they are aching badly from the incessant mauling and the biting clamps. You stare over your shoulder, transfixed at the huge dick, sticking out in front of the waiter like a flagpole. Big black hands roam over your back and the curves of your ass, then you feel him roughly pull apart your asscheeks. He examines your splayed anus, & both men laugh when it winks, as you involuntarily tense & try to shrink away. Then, his thumbs stretching the skin around your hole as wide as he can, he presses his huge cockhead against it. 

It's too much, and you feel yourself zone out, and begin slipping into dark expanses of subspace. But the white waiter viciously yanks back on your hair, forcing you to meet their sarcastic gazes in the mirror as his friend begins taking your ass. He has to work hard to push what felt like a tennis ball sized head into your tiny opening, feeding his cock in with his hand. You try to breath deeply to manage the deep discomfort as the thin pink membrane stretches around his manhood, your lips forming silent gasps in your labours, your straining gaze forcibly locked with his. When he has worked the head past your sphincter he pauses and stares at you with an air of nonchalant power, letting you experience the acutely uncomfortable sensation of the black sphere stretching and impaling your anal ring. Then your hands are pulled behind you, placed on your buttocks, used to pull your ass wider for him. Holding your own ass open, you blush a deep crimson as he stands there, cockhead in your anus, hands on his hips. The language barrier does not diminish the meaning of his action: he is telling you what a cheap white slut you are, showing you the liberties he is happy to take with you which he would not dare with a decent woman, making you straddle the head of his cock like some sort of obscene puppet. Then, with a deep sigh of triumph, he pushes his groin forward, ramming his whole cock up your ass. As you whimper and try not to scream, your eyes rolling back, you hear his watching friend pissing in the urinal next to you. 

Bam Bam Bam -- he finds his rhythm, slamming into you again and again, taking his pleasure with your ass while his friend encourages him in Italian. Your ass muscles convulse as the thick black cock is pulled completely out and then rammed back in to your now more pliant hole. Again, the waiter uses his thumbs to spread wide your burning skin, watching his black rod piston your bowels. Stars explode before your eyes, and the men laugh together as you moan with humiliation, your temporary master alternately slapping your ass cheeks hard with each thrust, his back straight, his crotch a powerhouse of pain. You let your face touch the cool marble as his force pushes your forehead against the mirror over and over again, your helpless body jettisoning forwards.  

But he was promised a slut and wants you to be fully aware of what is happening -- he even wants you to appreciate the fact that he has deigned to sodomise you. Your wrists are pulled to the small of your back for leverage, forcing your face up and tits out, as he drives into you with even more force, your rectal muscles molding painfully to his solid mass as it reams your fuckhole. Like a good slut you hold your own wrists when he reaches around you to pinch and pull down on your clamped nipples. 

Suddenly he drops your tits, the clamps clattering on the marble as he pulls out. You find yourself being spun round, and lifted back up onto the marble, both waiters pulling up your legs and pushing your stilettoed feet up to your asscheeks. You reel with relief, your open ass vacated, trying desperately to control the urge to expel as you grip your heels once more. The black man slaps your thighs wider apart before bringing the palm of his hand down brutally on your cuntlips, jarring the clit clamp agonisingly. Not daring to break with custom lest they report back to Me, you whimper 'Thank you Sir'. Naturally this makes the men laugh bemusedly, and take turns slapping your cunt some more to elicit your pathetic response. Then facing you as the white man had before him, the black waiter puts the too-short tit chain back in your mouth, pulling your nipples into long distended peaks. You groan in misery, your face a picture of pain as his black fingers push more soap into your hole. He begins feeding his cockhead into your ass once more, looking sneeringly into your pleading eyes as it pops inside. 




When In Rome



13 May

Flying rats. That is what the natives call them. True, they leave splatter upon the monuments and pander constantly. Still, rat brings an ugly image to mind. And this lovely one certainly doesn't deserve that stigma. They are an iconic part of cities, especially Italian cities. I have been watching this particular blue and white bird for a few minutes, tossing him bits of bread from my lunch, watching the hot sun play on the iridescence of his feathers. The plaza is particularly busy today, just saturated with locals perusing the booths and of course, lots of tourists like me. I am sunning myself on the stones by the fountain across from the Pantheon de Agrippa. The oculus is one of the most amazing architectural details I've ever seen.

The pigeon was poking around my bare toes but has gone a few feet away to wander around this young Italian couple's blanket. I am not the only one catching some sun. Adonis and Aphrodite over there are just barely clad and completely uninhibited. They are a perfect photo op. I had better snap a shot .... before the pigeon ruins it.

OMG! These are my kind of people! I guess they were wide-awake behind their big rimmed, dark, euro-metro sexual sunglasses, because they smiled for the camera. Then, they put on a nice little show that's had quite an "effect" on me. I cannot believe what they just did right in front of the altar to all deities, not to mention in front of all these people.... and pigeons. I nearly dropped my camera with my jaw. 

Okay, let me paint this picture. (I'm certainly gonna revisit this memory later.) There are hundreds of voices and footsteps around us. The students and tourists read, sunbathe, recline and/or paint. People are dining and laughing about us. Adonis and his Aphrodite are lying on this forest green, woolen blanket with like eight-inch fringe. Her free breasts are wrapped in an ochre colored suede tank of sorts. Except for the camisole straps, it is one piece of chamois wrapping around her small back with the ends crossing in drapes in the front. Her breasts aren't huge by any comparison, but her nipples! They're erect and well defined by that soft suede; must be at least ¾" relief. She's got this black knee-length skirt of ruffled gauze that has no waistline and just ties with drawstrings, and that little thing is pulled up just above her thighs! Yeah, I can see bush if I try! Shameless. Then again, why should she be ashamed? She's a gorgeous brunette with taut, shiny olive skin, and she has Adonis ...in loose Mediterranean blue Nike shorts .... next to her. My God! I think I just came a little at the reflection. He was wearing a black tank, the operative word being "was" but sat up, flashed a toothy white smile at me and peeled it off. Smooth, sweaty, swarthy pecs.! OMG! Ooo, I just came a little more!

When he reclined back to the blanket, he turned onto his side and just casually slid his perfectly manicured hand right over Aphrodite's abs, under her leather and grasped her nipples, first one and then the other. Even from my vantage point, I could see the chills rise in the wake of his hand. He pulled each nipple hard until she gasped and spread her legs. Then he nonchalantly drew back the swathe of leather from her right breast. Its tip grew harder in the gentle breeze and sunny exposure. He rested his head by her exposed breast, watched it and smiled. Next, he pulled a bottle of water from his backpack, pulled open the top with his teeth and squirted it all over Aphrodite. She jumped upright, legs askew and cursed him in Italian. She wrenched the bottle away and beat his face and torso with it. He just laughed and deflected the plastic weapon as best he could. Finally, he wrenches it back from her. Then, he was calming her down, saying things like "bella, bella" and kissing her head and throat. Next thing I knew, they were back on the blanket. He'd exposed her breast again and looked up at me with a smile. That seemed like an invitation to watch, so ..... I did.

Then, he went right back to work! This time, he bent to her chest, wet his lips and licked the residual water from her dark nipple. He chewed and pulled, and ran his hands over her ribs and navel. She just moaned things in Italian, but I understood perfectly! Her legs kept moving further apart, and finally she just yelled at him. I could only assume it was a demand for proper attention, because his immediate response was to grab her knee and subdue it. He stopped his frenzied licking of her nipples and blew across them. He covertly grabbed the water bottle again and slowly drew aim. This time, he was kissing the globe of her breast while pinching the nipple forcefully with his right hand. His left hand, however, was poised aloft between her knees. Without warning, he shot cold water forcefully into her open thighs. And all she did....... was open wider. He was laughing and kissed her neck. For a second he glanced at me as he let the bottle drop and slid his hand into the proffered pussy. She crooned and combed his hair with her fingers, pulling him into her tits, beckoning him to bite and suck. He dug his fingers into her, thumbing her clit, pitching her into madness. They didn't notice a soul around them, except me, and oddly, no one seemed to take any note of them, except me. All at once, he stopped, licked the fingers of his left hand, and whispered something into Aphrodite's ear. And it was over! 

Here I sit, horny as hell, aroused, wet, and quite frankly, amazed. But it's over. What am I gonna do now? Watch pigeons? God, it's hot too! Break time. I'm going to McDonald's and get a coke.... with like 2 ice cubes. (Yeah, believe it or not, there's a McDonald's incorporated into an old historic building right across from the Pantheon entrance.) I'll just cool off and collect my thoughts in the outdoor seating under the trellis. 

14 May 

Yesterday was so amazing!!! There I was feeding McNugget bits to pigeons from the shade of the trellis when Adonis himself calls to me! I'm like trying to tell him that I don't speak Italian and he just kept talking, motioning and smiling. I couldn't even speak his language, but I felt like I knew him. Finally, I just got up and followed him. Crazy, I know; that was crazy, but I had to. I just felt so compelled..... Okay, I was just sooo horny after that display. I followed him out, past the fountain, past the Pantheon, into an alley, and finally through a building to the left, and out into an open courtyard. It was enclosed by buildings of four and five stories, but open to the sky. Their windows peered down upon trees and manicured grasses and plants with benches and bistro tables. 

I saw Aphrodite on the same woolen blanket beneath an olive tree. Adonis strode to a bistro chair and straddled it backwards. Having taken his seat a meter or so away facing her open legs, he turned to me and smiled with hypnotic pleading. He motioned me toward the blanket. It was very clear what he desired, what he desired to see, what he wanted for her. I was cordially invited, as it were, to pleasure Aphrodite. So I did. OMG, I did!

I was kind of shaking, but I knelt beside her and smiled. When I timidly removed her sunglasses, I was met with the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen. She fluttered her long lashes at me and smiled with the most brilliant white smile. I was instantly at ease. She whispered something; I'm not certain what, but I understood the intent. I kissed her soft pink lips. I licked them like ice cream and they melted apart. I kissed her tongue and licked its tip. I was caught up in all this. I didn't even notice his movement, but he was behind me suddenly. In a single movement, he tore the crotch of my lacy panties apart at the seam. Startled, I jerked my head up, which also forced my chest forward into Aphrodite's forehead. She seized the opportunity and pulled my breasts out of my camisole top. She bit and flicked her tongue across each nipple. Adonis licked my pussy from clit to anus, but just once. Leaving my own cotton dress hiked up over my buttocks, he just disregarded my throbbing pussy and went back to his seat. Oh my God!! I soo needed to get fucked and was sooo afraid I wasn't gonna get it! He just stared and propped a smile on his crossed arms resting on the back of the metal chair.

But she relieved me by grabbing my left nipple with one hand and pulling me to her with her right hand. She sucked and licked my right nipple tenderly. I lay upon her and cried out loudly. I don't know the word for fuck in Italian, but it didn't matter. They knew. She pushed her clit into my left thigh. Her pussy was sooooo wet. OMG! I just had to taste it! I've never tasted another woman. It was musky, slick and even slightly acidic from being so engorged with blood from the intense arousal. In fact, it tasted like cock. I sucked her clit and stuck three woven fingers deep inside her, slowly at first and hard and fast like a rape. 

My own pussy was so lonely, its glistening frosting catching chill from the slight breeze, totally exposed from the panty wreckage and my straddling position over my goddess, my Aphrodite. She combed my hair with her fingers and praised me for my worship. She reached between my mouth and her pussy for our alchemy, our dew. Then, she tended my nipples with wet pinches. I lay again against her perfect skin, seeking relief to my torture. I pushed my own clit into her left thigh. I could've came right then, but he stopped me. He entered me, pushing a full, beautiful cock up into my needy wet hole. Then, we were all working and pumping. I came. Aphrodite came. We screamed and talked nonsense to each other. No one seemed to care. No one came to see.

He spat on my ass and worked the hole with his index finger, then his thumb. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and back in me like sewing a stitch. He worked his dick into my ass. I worked my clit into his girlfriend. She worked her clit into my thigh. I sucked her neck. She sucked my tit. And then in a great, beautiful frenzy, we all came together shouting "Bellicimo", "Bella" and "Oh my Goddess!" I thought no one saw and no one heard, but I was wrong.

I was straightening my skirt and putting myself back together when Adonis called to me. When I looked up I saw he pointed to my camera, which wasn't in my bag (as I would have thought). Rather, it was held by a small, smiling man, who appeared to be the gardener, judging by his clothes and tools. The gardener handed me the camera and I thanked him. 

I just got back to the hotel room! You wouldn't believe the shots the gardener took! And there were pigeons in every pose. Dirty!



When in Rome



Manuel lived in an old part of town. Narrow cobblestone streets with squares and shops all around. There was one square near his house that he frequented. There were always plenty of people around and he enjoyed the entertainment of people watching. One lady in particularly caught his attention. 

Tall and blond this lady appeared to be around forty-five. She lived adjacent to the square and she could often be seen walking her dog. The dog seemed to enjoy the walks and never wanted to go back into the house, so an argument which entailed pleading and pulling on the woman's part always in sued. 

Having been in Rome for a couple weeks, Manuel had picked up a bit of Italian, but was only able to make small talk. So far he had been out with a couple of girls which he had had fun with, but was unable to seal the deal. At twenty-three his sex drive was extremely high and this long with out any pleasure was driving him insane. 

One day, while enjoying a smoke on the stairs, Manuel was pleased to see that the blond woman had taken a seat next to him. With the dog present, he found it an ideal opportunity to strike up a conversation. After digging through her purse, the lady brought out a pack of cigarettes, so Manuel offered a light. 

"Grazie" responded the lady.

"Pronto, sono Manuel" 

A brief conversation took place and with a bit of broken English and some hand gestures Manuel learned that Maria did indeed live above the square and had a son that was studying in Spain. Because he was also an exchange student and probably around the sons age, they shared that connection

Days later Manuel was reading in the square when he noticed Maria struggling the door of her apartment. She had groceries at her feet and in her hands and was trying to get the keys into the lock. Manuel wasted no time and headed over to offer some help. He picked the bags up off the ground and was lead by a grateful Maria up the stairs.

Although the stairwell was dark, he was offered a great view of Maria's ass. Although older, she had a great body and very delicate facial features. He had been with older women in the past and found them to really enjoy getting pleasured, especially when it was by a younger guy. 

Once in the apartment they began to put the grocery's way while talking about the upcoming weekend. On the counter Manuel noticed a picture of Maria from her youth. She was even more breathtaking than he imagined, fortunately time had not treated Maria bad. 

Maria offered lunch and seizing the opportunity to spend more time in her company Manuel accepted on the condition that he prepare it. Having an artistic ability in the kitchen had always worked to his advantage with the ladies. She seemed very pleased with the idea and went out with a glass of wine onto the balcony to read the paper. 

Manuel took advantage of all the fresh ingredients and made a light, but tasty meal. They ate on the balcony and polished off a bottle of wine in throughout lunch. By the time they had finished Maria had become quite warm with a big smile and lots of contact with Manuel's broad shoulders and upper thigh. He enjoyed the touch having not had a woman in so long and was starting to become quite aroused. 

A few minutes later Maria's had grazed his hard cock midway down his thigh. Having realized what she had come into contact with Maria appeared shocked to Manuel and sat back in her chair. He apologized to her not knowing what else to say. Her gaze was out over the square and she didn't seem to pay attention to what he had said. All of the sudden she leaned back toward him and ran her hand along the entirety of his shaft. Even though he was wearing jeans this caused a full-blown erection. 

Their lips briefly touched and then he leaned in and protruded her mouth with his tongue. The shared a passionate kiss which ended with a slight nipple of her upper lip. The whole time Maria's hand remained firmly against his throbbing cock. 

She quickly positioned herself onto her knees at the end of Manuel's lounge chair. With a little bit of trouble because of the size, she was able to get his dick out of his pants. Holding it in her hands, she licked her lips and plunged onto the head. Licking the tip back and fourth for a while, she slowly moved deeper and deeper towards the base of his cock. Manuel couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was a beautiful woman blowing him, but also he could see everyone going about his or her business down in the square. 

This was too much for Manuel. The experience of this woman coupled with the fact that he hadn't blown his load in a few weeks brought him quickly to a climax. Grabbing her head by the hair he forced her head deeper onto his cock. Her eyes looked up in his direction as he began to pump his load into the back of her mouth. Maria slid the cock out of her mouth making sure to take in every drop of his cum. She gave him a smile girls have when they are being bad and headed into the house making sure to swing her ass on the way. 

Manuel layed back in the chair with his cock hanging limp in his lap. Full, buzzed and recently pleasured, he was satisfied with life.  

Sipping his cock back into his pants, he decided to head inside to see what awaited him. He noticed the door to the bedroom was open and continued inside. Maria lay nude on the bed with her hand between her legs. Manuel reached the foot of the bed and took her left foot and began to work his way up her leg with little kisses. Once he reached her inner thigh the kisses turning into a swirling licking motion towards her cunt. She began to tremble as he reached her gaping hole. After a long slow lick up each side of her lips he stepped off the bed to remove his clothes. 

Once again fully erect he approached the elderly Italian furiously working her finger back and forth along her clitoris. Without the ability to really communicate orally he decided to let his intuition take over. Changing course he instead headed over to the ladies closet. Inside he found two scarves which he took back to the bed. Removing her hand from between her legs he fastened it to the bed post followed securing the other. 

Although she offered little hesitation, Manuel could sense a tenseness in her body. In order to ease her fear he took her left breast in his hand and started to suck on her erect nipple. With the other hard he worked her other nipple with little twist and flicks. The sounds of moaning let him know she liked what he was doing. After switching breast he dropped back between her legs. Her labia were swollen with desire and clit hard from the previous masturbation. 

With his thumbs, Manuel spread her lips and took her clit into his mouth. Small flicks of his tongue send shivers through her body. Maria stared to say something but it was indiscernible with such a small knowledge of the language. He believed it to be along the lines of "fuck me" but he still wasn't done with his dessert. He dropped his tongue to the skin between the asshole and pussy and lapped her juices towards her clit. Dropping back down he pushed his tongue into her gapping pussy and drank her sweet nectar. 

With wet lips Manuel decided he should share the pleasure of her nicely fermented lubrication. Stratteling her stomach, he reached down and took her head in his hands. She eagerly locked lips with his and twisted their tongues together. After a quick nibble on her lower lip Manuel focused his attention back on his throbbing member. 

With the head of his cock he rubber her clit back and forth while she bucked her hips to try and get him inside. Not wanting to prolong her pleasurful suffering he offered his head between the soaking wet lips. Alternating his head between her clit and pussy caused her juices to flow even more. She was begging to be penetrated and he obliged with the entire length of his cock. Although she was old and experienced it must have been some time since she'd had anyone inside her due to the tightness. Maria let out a gasp when his dick reached the end of her vagina canal and started rocking her hips. Manuel flung her legs over his head and started to work the lady's cock with a vigor only young men have. 

Within minutes her pussy started contracting. The orgasm inside her built until she let out a cry and quivers ran throughout her body. Manuel slowed his thrust but kept working her g-spot to prolong her pleasure. When she appeared to come back into control of herself Manuel dropped down to drink between her legs. Her cum was running out of her and the whole pelvic region was moist. Wetting his finger in the juices he was able to slide it easily into her asshole. Maria let out a shriek followed by some incoherent rambling which seemed to object to what he had in mind. 

Manuel's dick was not throbbing at the idea of cumming in this bound ladies ass. Although it was still glistening from being inside of her he thought he should add some more lubrication. His mouth was full of her juices so he pulled his finger out of her ass and spat on the tight brown hole. Looking into her fearful eyes he took his cock in hand and forced the head into her asshole. He knew that in order to get girls to enjoy it you had to start slow. By know she had shut up and only had a look of astonishment on her face; mouth open and eyes rolled back in her head.

Ever so slowly he worked deeper into her asshole. As she seemed to relax the progress was substantially easier. Before long he was deep inside and able to start pumping. With his left hand he held Maria's leg in the air to get a better view of himself fucking her asshole. With his right hand he started to blast her clit with his fingers. This was driving her insane and she started to scream which was undecernable between pleasure and pain. Manuel felt the cum building inside his cock and pumped her ass harder to bring about a better orgasm for himself. All of the sudden he couldn't hold it any longer and let his hot cum fill her. 

As he pulled his cock out of her as he made sure to spread her cheeks in order to see how wide he had stretched her probably virgin ass. Out of her gaping hole ran his cum which filled him with a sense of conquest. 

As he lay on the bed beside her he noticed for the first time a picture on the nightstand. It was of Maria and a gentlemen posed in a loving embrace. With his little bit of Italian he asked if it was her husband. She told him yes but he no longer fucks her. Manuel was glad he was able to satisfy a needy woman. She said he would return at 6 which was about 2 hours away, thinking about this now made her struggle once more at the bindings around her hands. 

He imagined what the man would think returning home expecting dinner but instead finding his wife tied to the bed with her and someone else's cum dripping out of her holes. 

After dressing Manuel jotted down the word "grazie" and his phone number and left in on the nightstand. The enraged Italian was cursing and wailing about on the bed as he walked out of the room... 



When in Rome



"You're still going to do it with me?" It was half question, half command. "The toga party? Tonight? Our special surprise?"

"Yes Kay, yes, I'm in. I'm just finishing up my toga now and I'll be over in a bit for...the other thing." Vikki laughed as they still wouldn't talk about it, other than whispers to each other. 

"Ok Vee, I'm just getting anxious. I want there to be plenty of time." Kay was a bit nervous but giggled thinking about the party and the reactions they were hoping to garner.

"There's plenty of time...we can show up a little late, that's when the party will really be rocking anyway." Hanging up the phone she put the last few touches on her outfit. She put it on and look at her image in the mirror. "Not bad if I do say so myself." A flip of the hem showed off her ass and she laughed, knowing it would mostly likely happen on the dance floor. That or some frat brat would try to yank it up as they walked. Every party has some hazard to it, and frat parties, well frat parties had more than usual.

Vikki got up to Kay's apartment and saw that her partner in crime was already naked. "Let do it!" Vikki dropped her bag and hurried over.

*****

The music was baring as they came up the walk. People were leaning against cars, light poles, all dressed in varying degrees of wrapped sheets. Kay and Vee walked side by side, noticing as heads turned to watch them walk by. Kay's chest made her cotton wrap strain while Vee's legs were accentuated by the short length or her sheet. They could tell who were breast men, leg men, ass men, by who looked where and for how long. Soon enough they were at the front door and walked in.

There were a few people they knew, most were unfamiliar. The pair made their way to the bar to get their drinks and start circulating around the room. Before the bartender could fill their orders, they were approached by an already drunken mess. "hey I wanna fuck you!!" His breath reeked of the various concoctions and beverages he had downed, and slurring his words seemed his natural accent.

"Yeah well, sucks to be you." Vee sneered at his doughy soft round physique. She wondered if he had to lift the roll of fat out of the way when he actually did fuck, or if he had ever been laid at all.

"You dykes are probably muff munchers anyway." he stumbled away as the girl laughed at the feeble attempt. With drinks in hand they began their survey of the party goers, searching out the best of the best men. As was usual when they were out together, they didn't approach the men, the men came to them. "Vale, greetings to you ladies. I am Senator Marcus Eroticus, this is Senator Biggus Dickus" Marcus rolled his eyes in disbelief that his friend chose such a lame fake name."Would you care to dance?"

"Yeah sure" Moving out to the dance floor with the guys, Vee and Kay began the grinding and swaying moves that had a powerful effect. Marcus and Biggus were obviously effected, the togas not hiding the swelling at all. Vee gave Marcus a sexy grin before spinning around and rubbing her ass on his front then spinning back and winking at him. Kay dipped down low her head lowering to near hip level before she rose back up. Both guys had a moment of missteps, and neither seemed to care at all. The thumping and pounding of the bass line was primal, stirring animal hunger in the dancers. Biggus had been drinking and he ran his hand along the edge of Kay's toga, trying to lift it up. She held his hand and pushed it back down as she leaned forward to growl "uhn uhn uhn naughty boy. Thats for later." She sealed the promise of the surprise with a deep long kiss.

Marcus was transfixed, and looked from Kay to Vee. "You two are up to something, I know it." Vee just grinned and rubbed her body up against his. "You have no idea, but it'll be worth the wait." She reached between them to give his cock a quick rub through the cotton. Both men looked at each other then at the girls and went from wry smiles to horny grins. "So when do we get to see the surprises?" Marcus held Vee close as they danced, whispering in her ear loud enough to be heard over the music.

"We picked a song when we got ready. Whenever that song plays, then it comes out." Vee toyed with his hair even as they moved to the music. From the corner of her eye, Vee could see Biggus headed to the DJ's table and she turned to glare at Kay. "Did you tell him?"

"I don't think I can wait any more, Vee. This guy has got me going already." In the dimmed room with flashing lights, the blush on Kay's face was still evident, as were her nipples through the toga. Biggus came back and gave a high five to Marcus.

The next song was not "the song" and they kept dancing, keeping the flirtation and tension climbing. "I need another drink." Kay had a light sheen of sweat on her shoulders and cheeks, and all four moved back toward the bar. The girls were sipping on margaritas as the senators nursed beers. Halfway through, Marcus reached under Vee's hair, lightly rubbing the base of her head at the top of neck, then slid two fingers down her spine to the edge of her hips. The shiver she had was electric and the light moan she made would have been heard were it not for the music blaring. A few seconds later he did it again, then once more as they talked about coming exam schedule. Vee's body was tingling from head to toe and she was taking deeper and deeper drinks of the frozen booze to keep from jumping him right then and there. He did it a fourth time, though he went further this time, along her ass and under the hem of her toga to tickle her thigh. She turned and fixed her eyes on his with a predatory gaze. Just then the opening chords of "Shook me all night long" and Kay grabbed her shoulder "Ok here we go" dragging her back out to the floor.

Both women started dancing, as if trying to arouse the other, and every one else by second hand heat. Then Vee, undid the clasp on Kay's shoulder, and began to peel the garment off of her. Unveiling her to the rhythm, then turning on one heel, to yank it completely away. The lighting made it hard to make out, she looked like she had a toga under her toga, tighter more form fitting. Kay pulled the gather from Vee's shoulder letting the bounce and sway of her dance to shake the toga off of her, exposing a similar spandex toga on her.

Marcus was staring, licking his lips and admiring the way the toga's were so tight. He looked at his fingers and saw a bit of white on the tips where he had rubbed her thigh. Elbow to ribs, Marcus jabbed Biggus, and show him his hand. "Dude, all they are wearing is body paint!" The exclamation was louder than he anticipated, and nearly twenty people turned to look, seeing Kay and Vee in nothing more than paint, dancing for all they were worth. Human nature being what it is, as one group of people stop to look, anyone who can see them stopping, often stops and looks as well. Soon the whole dance floor was watching the two and the cheers and whistles were becoming louder. 

Vee noticed they were the center of attention first. She blushed a bit then slapped Kay on the ass. "I think they noticed." Kay kept dancing until the words sunk in. "Oh god.... Vee! We're naked on the dance floor!" The realization hitting her full force and she grabbed Biggus by the hand, pulling him in front of her and using him as a shield to get away. Vee looked around, reveling in the attention a moment then shouted "Lets get this party STARTED!" The music thumped louder and the crowd roared back to life.

Vee coaxed Marcus into dancing, it was really hard. Carefully keeping just enough space to not smudge the body paint, but only barely. Marcus kept trying to hold her close but she would turn and wiggle away, the age old dance of "a man chases a girl until she catches him." As one song ended and the next began, she grabbed his hand lead him to the hallway. "I need a break, and a drink. Get me a tequila."

Marcus shoved up to the bar and demanded the drink urgently. Taking the whole bottle and two glasses, he followed the white, gold and flesh toned figure down the hall way. She kept walking to the very end before slowly turning around and fixing him with a lust filled gaze. "Gimme" she pointed at the bottle.

He handed the bottle over and she took a slug straight from it. A heavy sigh and a shiver then she handed it back, and let her hand fall on Marcus' toga as he took it. "Gimme" Smiling more she squeezed the bulge in the cotton and sank to her knees. He lifted the folds of his robe, exposing his cock, eager and ready for her.

One finger tip, just one fingertip slid from head to base and she traced his balls as well. Then a second finger, and the rest followed as if she were reverently adoring the flesh before performing her art. She bent forward and lightly kissed his tip, then pursed her lips to draw the slit in to just a little. The suction was a constant gentle inhale, as she opened and slid down, engulfing him in a slow deliberate tease. Breath by breath she took him in until his entire length was in her mouth and throat. She retreated more quickly then sank down again. Over and over she would take him in slow then slip him out faster. Just as Marcus was beginning to anticipate the rhythm and his breathing matched her motions, she stopped, holding his head in her lips and pulsing and pursing them on so sensitive skin.

With one hand she slowly stroked the shaft, from his hips to her lips. The other hand she used to massage his balls, rubbing the sack between her thumb and fingers and giving each globe a light squeeze. She slipped the tip out, then fluttered her tongue on his slit, catching the underside glans with her tongue tip. Her grip on the shaft tightened, slightly more firmly, causing the end to double in its sensitivity. From light tan and pink to a warm red tint, she filed it more and teased, making him moan. She felt his knees tremble and she knew he was ready. All at once she swallowed him down, and then bobbed back up, fast hunger sucking and slurping. Her hair would flip forward as she dove down, the tendrils tickling his thighs.

His climax came quickly, filling her mouth. Not a drop was spilled, and she even caught the smaller second wave on her tongue. Marcus leaned back against the wall, breathless and sated. Vee rose to her feet and dabbed at the corner of her lips. Now she was feeling the force of her sexuality. Walking around in a crowd naked was one thing, taking a man just because you can that is another sense altogether. She straightened the hem of Marcus' toga before she walked back up the hallway to the music that played in the distance, wondering whom would be her next treat.

Her next target was obvious, she had seen him around before, mostly near the gym. His toga barely clung to him and the physique beneath could easily be called "greek god". Vee licked her lips, rubbing her hands together and sashayed up to the bodybuilder. "Hey stud. Wanna fuck?" Screw subtly, she wanted cock and she wanted it now. She could feel her pussy begin to pulse and it needed to be filled.

"Oh hell yeah, baby! There's a room upstairs." He looked her up and down once, appreciating the lack of inhibitions before taking her hand. Leading the way, Stud pushed through the crowd and Vee had to merely keep up and walk in the empty space behind him. The room had a bed and a dresser and nothing else. Vee started clawing to get the toga off as fast as possible as Stud lifted her up by her hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively and as the cotton fell from his frame, his cock sprung up to brush against her pussy lips. The few steps from door to bed took barely a second in the frenzy of need they both shared. He let go but she stayed clinging to him. "Its gonna be hard to fuck you if you don't let go."

"Oh no, beef. I'm fucking you. Lay down there and let this cow-girl ride." She slid her legs down, standing with them shoulder width apart. Her lips was obvious now and he growled as he flopped onto the bed. His body was magnificent as she looked at him, and she climbed on quick. Pulling his cock to point straight up, she stroked it a bit then lifted up to get over it. Once the tip was just inside her, she held herself there, looking down and his chest and arms. The bulk was breath taking and she smiled down. When he took a breath, she pushed down hard, engulfing his shaft suddenly slamming her ass on his thighs. Bucking and thumbing, she bounced up and down on his cock, riding for all she was worth.

Stud reached up, rough hands gripping her tits as she came close enough. His thumbs and knuckles gripped her nipples and her rhythm picked up. the more he mauled and roughly handled her, the more she slammed down. "Oh fuck yes yes yes!" getting closer and closer, her wetness made it easier for her to slide faster and stronger. She scratched at his chest, then bent back, arching her body to push her pussy down hard on him. 

"Shit baby! oh shit, I'm gonna cum!" Stud was grabbing her hips, lifting her and pulling her down. She loved the tight hold he had on her and she clenched at his shaft with her inner muscles. He groaned and gripped even tighter.

"Cum, do it Beef CUM!" she howled as she felt the quivering build and her own orgasm began to make her stomach tense. Thighs felt fire as she split open and Stud pushed up making her rock back and forth. "SHIT!" she raked her nails down his chest as she felt it peak and he kept going.

Stud closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to fight back only to ultimately lose control. The splash of warmth sent her into another smaller shiver and then she started to settle and breathe normally if a bit ragged. Patting that massive chest once more she winked "Nice ride, Stud" and she laid on him just enough to give him a long deep kiss. Then swinging off of him she went to find a bathroom. A nice load of cum is one thing, walking around and feeling it run down your leg when you are stalking more cock is just not right though. She found a washroom and spent a few moments cleaning up. Sitting there on the toilet, Vee just breathed, collecting her thoughts and savoring the way Stud fucked. She could stop now, just go home and smile all the way. But she was still horny, she needed more, she needed to be completely fucked, not just satisfied but over indulged.

Her body paint was smeared and smudged, but there was no real way to wash it off here. Her toga was back on the dance floor and she went to go find it. It was hanging from the chandelier, next to Kay's, like flags to the kingdom of daring. "Fuck it" she muttered and just started dancing. A few other girls had stripped down as well, trying to compete, and a couple of guys had gotten into it too. The music was an aphrodisiac, arousing her in deeper and stronger ways. There was a guy behind her, she could see the edges of his frame when she twirled her hair, but could never see him out right; he kept moving to stay behind her. Thrusting her ass back, she ground her ass cheeks on his hips and could feel his cock hard and long beneath his sheet. His hands came to her hips and he pushed harder, the only thing keeping him from ass fucking her right here and now was the cotton cloth and his angle. Whoever it was, this was going to be her next conquest. She turned around fast catching him off guard to look at his face. "Biggus?!?!"

"Yeah, Marcus told me what you did earlier, and I had to come find you." There was a slight blush on his cheek, he was too drunk to be embarrassed but he knew he was taking a chance by being so forward. They stood there, looking at each other. She was debating whether or not to take him on, he was trying to project the confidence that becomes attraction. Vee smiled a bit and reached under his toga, grabbing his cock firmly. Her eyes widened at the thickness, and as she explored more she found the length was just as impressive. 

"You weren't kidding were you?" The hunger for one more fuck grew, knowing this was the tool to fix her. "You know how to swing that hammer or is it just for show?" She kept stroking it lightly, weighing it and wondering what it would be like.

"There's only one way to find it, isn't there?" He placed his palm on her breast, squeezing and massaging it the way she was teasing him.

Holding his shaft like a leash, she lead him back to the room she had just left. Odds are the last guy had left and she knew it was far enough away that she could scream and cry out, letting herself go to the moment completely. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it as she looked at Biggus once more. "Come on, get naked." 

It took only a shrug to slip out of the toga. He gave her a moment to look, standing there, with the boner she had aroused. With slow deliberate steps she walked forward to him. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard." She slid onto the bed and laid back, opening her legs wide. "Now." 

Biggus pounced, getting on top of her and mounting in a single breath. She was wet, and from his first thrust he sank in completely and was shoving and pounding. No foreplay, no seduction, raw pure fucking, this was what she needed. Arching up to him, she clinched her pussy to tighten around him. He growled and picked up the rhythm, pushing even deeper til his balls slapped at her. Her thighs ached to be so wide and he was driving with animal rage. He was splitting her apart, too much cock in so tight a pussy and he was relentless in his actions. Even as she grimaced through the pain she was enveloped by the pleasure and the only thought in her mind was "don't stop". He stopped.

"No! God no! tell me you are not stopping!" She dug her claws into his chest as her eyes opened wide.

"I'm not stopping. I'm changing positions." He slid out slow and easy, rolling her hips until she was face down on the bed. He was forceful, rough, and she loved it. He was taking her, and she couldn't stop him. Lifting her up to her knees, but her shoulders still slumped on the bed as he jammed into her once more, the same fast deep rough fucking, now pummeling the backs of her thighs. Gripping the sheets she rocked and pushed, meeting each of his thrusts with her own. The wet sounds of bodies slapping, mixed with his grunts and her gasps. "More... MORE... MORE!" she felt the tightening of her stomach and mound, the rush to come building like a hurricane.

He reached under, fingering her clit even as he plowed through her pussy. Her scream rang in the room and Biggus doubled his efforts, fucking somehow even harder. Her head pulled back, gasping for air as she yelled "GOD! OH GOD YES!" and she spasmed from head to toe.

He held still, holding her hips as her body was soft and almost limp. He slapped her ass and pulled out. "I'm not done." His finger rubbed her pussy lips, coating them with her wetness and cum. Pulling her cheeks apart, he smeared the slick liquid around her ring, then did it again. She knew he was about to fuck her ass, and normally a cock that big just wouldn't fit. But now, now after the orgasm she just had, after the way she had been pounded and fucked, over and over, she wanted it there, she wanted all of it.

His tip pushed in, the first time he had shown any kind of gentleness. He was waiting, waiting for her to relax and let him in. Vee inhaled and exhaled, slowing her breath then nodded, urging him to go ahead. He pushed, stretching her wide, wider, until he was completely sunk. He paused again, just a mount to let her adjust once more, and she gripped the pillow with white knuckles.

He started, not quite slow but slower than before. Each circuit was a jolt to her, and she drew sharp breaths as he plunged, blowing them out as he retreated. Faster, faster again, once more he was pounding like a machine and she screamed, another orgasm, one that shook her body ravaged every muscle in her frame. There was no warning, no comment of "I'm gonna cum", just one push that was erratic and uncontrolled as he erupted and filled her ass with his cum. He pumped a few more, emptying himself. 




When in Rome



Vee just laid there, unable to move. This was what she needed. Fucked so hard and so thoroughly that she couldn't think straight. All she could do was bask in that feeling, that sensation that is beyond slated and edges into sexual gluttony. Biggus slipped on his toga and opened the door, taking a second to look at her, laying naked on the bed before leaving. Vee took another moment to herself. She didn't want this emotion to end, but it does it always does. No matter how hot the night may be, the morning comes. She pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her in a rough remake of her toga and her way out of the house. There was a moment of wondering if she should find Kay, but ultimately she went home and showered, the heat of the water easing the ache of her muscles.

She stayed in most of the next day. Between watching tv and just not wanting to go out, some laziness was called for and she indulged. As the sun set once again, she debated between going out for another party, but eventually decided to take a rest. Calling out for chinese, she watched more re-runs and late night infomercials. She got what she wanted, sometimes you have to show some restraint. Sleep that night was met with dreams of the day before, reliving each flirt, each thrill, each guy that she thrilled and how they made her feel every atom of her sexual prowess.

Monday morning, Vee showered and was getting ready for the day when Kay came in, her toga torn and the body paint completely gone. "Looks like you had fun". 

"Yeah well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Kay started a hot bath and sat down on the toilet. "You have a good time?" 

"Oh definitely. That was some idea you had, body paint togas." Vee smirked as she applied her lipstick.

"We'll have to come up with something even more outrageous for the next one." Kay slid in the water and sighed as she relaxed. "By the way Biggus said to say hi to you."

"You saw Biggus?" She tried to play it off, being non-chalant but remembering the way he opened her up.

"Yeah, you know his real name is Brian, he's in the Lit class you're going to be late for." 

There was no time to change, but on her way out, Vee shimmied out of her panties and then picked them up and put them in her purse. She had to give the man some token of her appreciation.



When In Rome



"I don't suppose I should ask how you found me" she said with a wry smile and that sassy American drawl. 

"Tuscany is not that large a region, particularly when you are seeking a gorgeous redheaded American," Daniel smiled. "I simply followed the trail of stunned teenage boys."

"Drink?' She asked, opening the door to allow him in to the villa, the warm Tuscan sun streaming in behind him.

"Parched," he said, drinking in her sensual frame as she sauntered to the simple wooden table. It was a sparse apartment, simple in the Italian way. Just perfect, he thought, knowing her appreciation for the elegance of the minimal and rustic.

"It has been too long," he chuckled, almost to himself.

She was dressed in a flowing sundress, which accentuated her feminine curves and lines. There was something in her essence which spoke directly to him, her slightest move a seemingly erotic dance meant only for his eyes. It had been like that from the first moment they had met, all those years ago, in a coffee house in Mumbai. She was stilll breath taking.

"Have you been hiding?" He asked, with slight cock of his eyebrow.

"No, just having an adventure," she mused, handing him a glass of the local red wine.

"Any you care to share?" He asked, taking a healthy quaff from his glass. If Daniel was in love with anything, it was Italy. Great wine, simple yet delicious food, a backdrop of ruins and hills to rival any movie set, and all of it taken at the pace of life. And of course the women were something to behold.

"There have been a few young men, and even one young woman," Julianne replied with a conspiratorial grin. "She tasted like peaches. You would have loved her Daniel, so shy yet so curious. I think her boyfriend had never managed to give her an orgasm. She writhed beautifully, crying to God as I lapped at her sweet pussy. And when she came, she was so overcome that she welled up with tears of joy."

Daniel laughed warmly at Julianne's animated tale. "I had not realized women were your taste Julianne."

She just smiled in a delightfully cheeky way, crossing the room to stand dangerously close to Daniel, her full lips just centimeters from his. He could feel her warm, wine scented breath as she whispered "When in Rome", and the electricity between them seemed to crack and spark It lasted only a moment, as Daniel broke the tension, leaning in to kiss her with an urgency that spoke of old love and a new, insatiable need.

Their bodies crashed into each other. As if the were reacquainting themselves with each other, finding that last, lost comfort. His hands ran down her back, caressing her and pulling her into him. They reached her firm ass and ran hungrily over her inviting curves, teasing and playing as they went. His manhood grew like a unspoken truth between them, hard and demanding attention. Julianne's every movement against his body seemed to inflame the ache that lurked there. He kissed down her fine neck to the top of her stunning breasts, like a starving man, savoring every taste.

Julianne broke away, letting the lose dress fall, revealing her majestic frame to him. Daniel's lust just grew to a boiling hunger rising from within his soul, its need boundless. Without a word she knelt before him, undoing his belt with practiced ease. She did not waste a moment, grabbing his slacks, and underwear at once, leaving them tangled at his ankles as she knelt. A shiver ran through her as her knees touched the cool Tuscan tiles and Daniel's manhood swayed, veined and inflamed before her eyes.

'Fuck,' was all that he managed to grunt, as her hand enveloped his sack, massaging and tugging it's heavy load. She plunged on to his exposed cock with her hot wet mouth, the sounds of sucking and licking filling the quiet room as her expert tongue traced his secret desire. Daniel's hand dropped to her tangled red locks as she forced herself hard down on him, and he nearly swooned as he felt his velvet head slip tightly into the back of her throat. Even on her knees, she had such a power over him, and he loved it.

His left hand sought out her full breast, and mercilessly, massaging its softness with a needy roughness, his fingers finding her hard nipple and pinching its sensitive shape. His right hand was still buried in her flowing locks and she felt his grip tighten as she drove his desire to new heights with every deep stroke of her hot wet mouth. Her soulful eyes continually sought his, intensifying the moment as she devoured his hard need. She was desire personified and formed into woman, and Daniel was consumed by her.

Julianne's knowledge of Daniel was intimate, and she knew from his moans and motions, that he was nearing the edge. She loved how powerful she felt, able to guide this man to the cliff top of passion through her kissing, sucking, scratching and fucking. She let him rock against her, driving his cock deep into her mouth. His muscled legs were taut and she could feel his sack tighten under her ministrations. With her other hand on his hip to hold back the driving passion that had taken hold of him, she simply sucked his cock with abandon, the vibrations of her moans only adding to the insane intensity for him.

Her pussy was dripping. The ache in her crotch completely swept away the ache in her knees from the hard tiled floor. Her hand snaked down and she pressed her whole palm against her mons, moaning in intense pleasure as she ground against it. Daniel was close, and watching Julianne's ministrations and pleasure, he could take no more. Selfish need was all that drove him as he drove into her tight mouth. Her eyes possessed him, he could not look away as he fell into the abyss, his hips pushing forward involuntarily till he was buried to the hilt. Julianne just held him there, feeling his entire body tense and explode in delicious waves via his cock. Julianne took it all, kneeling before this man, her entire body alive with desire.

She stood slowly and with a single finger she daintily wiped the side of her mouth, then sauntered to the wooden table in the center of the room. Bending from the waist, her long svelte legs leading all the way to her hairless pussy and puckered rosebud. She leaned on her forearms, placing her palms downwards on the surface, feeling the wooden surface worn smooth from years of use. Standing so beautifully exposed, she simply looked back over her shoulder at him with those eyes of dark liquid that Daniel found hard to resist.

Daniel's heart hammered in his chest as he drank in the sight of her. There was a subtle submission about her, something he found incredibly arousing. It stirred feelings deep in his core and ignited such animal desire in him. He strode across the room, grabbed her hips and licked in one glorious stroke from her pussy to her puckered hole. He felt her shiver with desire as his tongue began lapping at her essence, which by this stage was a river of passion.

His cock was at full attention, not ready to rest in spite of already loosing a load down her throat only moments earlier. He buried his cock deep in her womanhood, with no pomp or ceremony. It was total animal desire. He pounded into her, one hand on her hip driving her back onto him, the other in her long hair, pulling her head back, watching as her gorgeous form arched to accommodate the demand. She was his, and he felt incredible. Her tight cunt was a velvet oven for his thrusting cock. Her moans, his grunts and the slap of his hips against her ass spilled out of the room into the Tuscan afternoon.

Julianne, totally lost to the moment, caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, half closed with lust. A teenage boy, the son of the villa owner, stood in the shadows of the patio, partly hidden by the vines that had over taken the area. His eyes were wide and his hand was inside his pants, rubbing his cock. Julianne didn't mind. In fact she felt so free, so exposed, her pussy being mercilessly possessed by Daniel, her body arched, giving the boy an excellent view of her breasts as they swayed with each delicious thrust from behind. She licked her lips, moaning even louder, just for his pleasure. The boy didn't last long, she watched through the haze of her desire, as his whole body tensed and his hand movements became erratic, before ceasing all together. He blushed, and withdrew silently.

Julianne was in heaven, her body was one with Daniel's as they rode hard against each other. She lay down on the table, her nipples pressed hard against the smooth wooden surface, adding a delicious friction with ever thrust. Her moans became wilder, losing coherence as her body took control, rising to fever pitch. She could not tell who came first, she was so swept up in her pleasure. Her pussy just exploded into its own dance of pleasure, and Daniel's hot seed was there to join it, his hips hard against her ass, as he held deep in her, becoming one with her joy.

After a few long moments, Daniel slumped against her, no longer hard enough to be held by her passion. He kissed the back of her neck and lean in to whisper in her ear.

"Great to see you again Julianne."



When in Rome...



Sandy needed a vacation. Work and school were stressing her out, not to mention her patience with her boyfriends lack of potential to get his education and efforts, or lack there of to get a better, high paying job was wearing thin. Her twin brother, Kyle, had told her 4 years ago that he was a loser, but she just wouldn't listen. She began to remember when he came home from Marine boot camp and found out that they have been dating for 2 Months at the time. He was absolutely furious, for no guy was good enough for his sister, especially not Matt.

"As a guy Sandy, you may not think so, but I know whose best for you to date, and he is far from perfection. You don't know what he was like in high school, I do and I'm sure he hasn't changed," he ranted and raved.

"You are such a hypocrite, Kyle," I retorted, Kyle also had quite the reputation from high school. He was infamous for being the troublemaker that stole all the cheerleaders from the jocks. Not that he was far from being a jock himself. He was well built and in excellent shape and also had a rep for being an excellent fighter, which kept the jocks from seeking revenge after a couple of them learned things the hard way. This reputation was also very hard on me and my dating life. Guys were scared to ask me out, and the ones that were brave enough didn't last long because Kyle would threaten to hurt them if they hurt me. This would make me so mad and I would let my brother know. 

He would simply respond, "Well Sandy, obviously they felt they were going to hurt you. I would honestly have no problem if they would actually stay loyal to you or if they weren't after one thing… your cherry."

He had a point. I, unlike all of my friends graduated from high school a virgin. A lot of my girlfriends first times were bad experiences so it really didn't bother me that much. Through the years as we grew, Kyle chilled out quite a bit, especially since he was away on some deployment or far off distant land. So after 8 Months with Matt I finally let him take my virginity. It was special, and sex is good with him, but I always wonder if I'm missing out being with only one guy in my lifetime.

Kyle was currently stationed in Naples, Italy. I called him up and he immediately picked up on the distress in my voice and asked what's wrong. I quickly told him about work, school, and Matt. 

"I told you from the get-go he was a dead end street," He said.

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Anyways, I need a vacation and was thinking about a visit." I had to change the subject before I received another lecture.

"Really! That would be great! When!" He was absolutely delighted.

We made arrangements for 2 weeks later. He requested leave and I booked a plane ticket. When I arrived my brother was easy to pick out of the crowd. With his short haircut and colossal size, he stood out compared to everyone else. My brother was only 5'10" but he just had this commanding presence that made him look even taller. I ran to him and threw my arms around him.

"Hey Handsome," I said.

"Hey Gorgeous," he replied.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad sure hit the jackpot when they created us," I replied. I must admit I am a fox. Although I wish my breasts were a little bigger, but they were perky and I could be worse off. As for my ass, 30 minutes a day on the stair climber keeps it tight and firm.

We grabbed my bags, got in the car and headed to my brothers' place. On the drive there, we set our plans for the week. My brother, being the organized type had it all figured out. Knowing that I love the beach, Kyle scheduled it every morning, except for the supposed overnighter in Rome. He said you can't tour Rome in just one day to get the full enjoyment of it all. Around that were Naples, Venice, Pisa, and Florence.

When we arrived at Kyle's place I felt bad for him. It was tiny, no bigger than a studio apartment, he had to share it with a roommate, and he had to share his bathroom with 2 other guys that were connected at the other end.

"Boy, you think they'd show a little more appreciation to you guys, it's like a real life brady bunch nightmare. Sharing the bathroom and everything else, where's the privacy?"

"Ah, it's not that big of a deal. If one of us has a girl over we just hang a string on the door and me or my roommate we'll crash in one of the other rooms. Although, we do have to schedule "jerk off time" between each others shifts." He said with a smile, and nonchalantly like it was no big deal to tell his sister such information.

Oh, but it was. I always thought Kyle was sexy, but hearing him say this made picture him actually performing the act, and this excited me. I wanted to hear more. I sat on his bed as he began to make room for my luggage.

"How often is that?" I asked with a smirk

He looked up at me as if now realizing what he had said. He stopped moving things around, returned the same smirk and said with a hint of suave arrogance, "Every chance I get." We laughed a little and then he continued, "No seriously, with our rotating security shifts I usually get a good two hours every other day to take care of myself"

"Two hours?! Wow, Matt usually is done within 20 minutes."

"Another shortfall…" He said un-amused. "Anyway, it's getting late. I made a deal with my roommate to take one of his shifts next week if he would find a place to crash all week. So we have the place to ourselves all week."

Well, the mention of Matt sure killed the mood, I thought to myself.

"Great, I'll get ready for bed," I grabbed a long t-shirt and went into the bathroom. As I changed I noticed how wet my panties were. My god, my own brother is turning me on like never before. I didn't know if it was from his appearance and our closeness, or from the fact that it's another man talking about sex. Well, it'll be an interesting week I guess.

As I returned to the room, Kyle asked if it was OK to share the bed. He said something about his roommate having issues about people in his bed.

"Sure, no problem, you can help keep me warm," I said with a perky smile.

I hopped into bed and watched my brother strip down to his boxers. There goes my pussy again. My eyes were glued to Kyle's crotch. Wow it looked tasty. 

Kyle hopped into bed, turned off the light, kissed me on the cheek and told me how happy he was that I was visiting. We then fell asleep in each others arms.

I awoke the next morning to find us entangled in the spooning position. Kyle's hand was around my waist. I smiled happily knowing of the love we shared for each other… Wait a second… what's that… oh my god, he's hard and he's pressing it against my ass cheeks… Oh wow, it felt good resting there. I turned my head slightly and noticed my brother was still fast asleep. I then instinctively began to grind my hips into him. He began to moan and return the movements with his hips. This went on for what seemed like forever, and as the pace was beginning to pick up and as I was just about to get enough courage to reach around and grab his manhood. My brother jumped up and stood there looking like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Actually the cookie was out of the jar. 

As he realized his dick was hanging out of the hole in his boxers he covered himself and said, 

"Sorry…. Morning wood." Then he turned quickly and went into the bathroom and shut the door.

"DAMN IT!" I thought. Whoa, wait a minute, what was I thinking. I sat there and tried to rationalize my actions. All I could come up with in my head was that I wanted my brother, I wanted that hard body, I wanted that cock, and I had one week to get it. Fuck Rome, fuck Venice, fuck Pisa, there's only one leaning tower I want to get my hands on.

I waited 20 minutes before Kyle came out. He was still embarrassed but tried to make light of it all. "Sorry I took so long in there, I had to do a handstand to take a piss."

I laughed with him and then pushed the issue. "You just jerked off didn't you? That's what took so long."

"OK… You caught me"

"Aw shucks, I missed the show," I said candidly. On the inside I was screaming, "What a waste!"

He was still uneasy about what happened and I wasn't sure if he wanted me like I wanted him, so I didn't say anything else.

We then showered, put on beach gear, had breakfast, and headed for the beach. On the way there my sexy brother warned me that the beach we were going to was topless so don't be shocked. 

"Oh, I figured as much," I then glanced his way and when he made eye contact; I smiled and ended with, "When in Rome… Do as the Romans do."

As I turned my eyes back to the road, I could feel Kyle's eyes burning into me with shock.

"Kyle look out! Scooter!"

Luckily that snapped him out of his trance right before he almost plowed into a little Italian man on a moped.

With eyes bugging out of his head all he could say was, "Damn hooters…er, I mean scooters"

I just laughed.

When we got to the beach we found a nice spot to lie. We laid our towels down and began to take off our outer garments. Kyle lay on the towel and looked at me. Obviously waiting in anticipation to see if I meant what I said.

"Are you ok with this Kyle," asking not to know if he was uncomfortable, but that he wasn't going to beat up somebody for staring at me.

Catching my drift he responded, "Yeah, if you are I am. I won't beat up any gawkers"

I then kneeled on my towel and untied the strings while staring into my brothers eyes. I let my top fall and Kyle's eyes dropped from mine down to my breasts. I had him now, he was hooked. I then noticed the tent building in Kyle's bathing suit. Yes!!!

I lay down next to him, and reached across his body for the sun tan lotion. This placed my nipple inches from his mouth, so I paused for just a moment. On the way back, I brushed my arm across his shaft.

"They're beau.., I mean you're beautiful."

"Yes, I thought you'd like them… I mean… me." I said with a smirk. Letting him know that I knew what he really meant. "But we don't want them getting burned"

With that, I began massaging lotion into my perky tits. I then tweaked my nipples and they grew erect. Kyle just watched with admiration, but he seemed perplexed. I was growing frustrated with my brothers' lack of initiative on the matter at hand. Since hints weren't working I was now going to have to try the straight forward approach. I then leaned over and squirted lotion all over his chest and then began to massage it in to his hard muscles.

"So Hard" I said with a sexy tone.

"Wha?"

"Your chest"

"Oh"

"Your chest is bigger than mine, hmmmmm. But mine are soft and succulent, and my nipples are long and hard.

His hand then ever so slowly began to touch my thigh, finally a reaction.

"Go ahead brother, squeeze them."

With that encouragement I had unleashed a wild animal. His hands were all over my body, first my breasts, then my ass, back to my breasts. I looked around and noticed a couple of people staring. This kicked me back to reality for a second and all of a sudden I noticed that my hand made its way onto Kyle's shaft. For another second I felt awkward, but then said the hell with it…I'm on vacation and will never see these people again!!!

I then lay down next to Kyle and kissed him deeply. It was fast and hard and the tempo was at its maximum. With the touching of tongues, it slowed slightly and became more passionate. We then unlocked and stared into each others eyes and then simultaneously said "wow!" (Must be a twin thing).

"Whoa reality check, were going to get arrested" Kyle said, suddenly realizing where we were.

"Let's go," I said. We grabbed everything in a bundle and headed for the car. 

Kyle drove like a maniac back to the barracks. He scared the shit out of me and really killed the mood. But as soon as he parked it came rushing back.

We entered the room and Kyle locked the door. We then stood and stared at each other and took in the moment that was about to take place. Then we grasped each other and started tearing clothes off. We were naked in no time and then Kyle grabbed my arms and held me from him. Unsure what his intentions was I just stood there puzzled?

"Lay on the bed" He said in a low seductive tone.

I did as he asked and lay on my back and slightly parted my legs eagerly waiting for him.

"No sweetie, lie on your stomach" Again with the low tone he instructed me.

"Ok," I innocently replied back. Suddenly, I felt like this was my first time again. The sensations of realization that I am about to be with another man and the feeling of not knowing what to expect is bringing me to a whole new world.

"Stretch out your arms and relax every power of energy in your body."

Again, like I was hypnotized, I did my masters bidding.

I then felt his presence climb over and straddle my body, but still without touching. The anticipation was killing me. I remember my few select friends that have been with my brother in the past have mentioned he was a tease.

Then…a hand, brushing my hair to the side of my neck, oh wow, what is he doing to me? I felt tingly all over my body. I then felt his hands press into the bed under my arms, then his breath on the back of my neck. Oooooh…goose bumps. Aaaahh, ooh, what's that, oooh, his tongue…ah, oh god. On the small of my neck, oh God, sliding, sliding, and sliding down my back…oooh, his warm breath. Oh! I need it bad!

"Oh Kyle!!! Oh Please! Please I…"

"Shhhhhhh. Shhhh sweetie. Just let it go, feel the love."

"Ooooh Kyle …"

My body was now numb, but able to feel every sensation in the world. His tongue made its way to the small of my back, he…he is exploring a little. Oh, going farther, down the crevice of my ass. Ooooh, ah, moving towards the underside of my right cheek. Hah, oh, ah, oh it tickles, ah. Oh my god, I had no idea that spot was so sensitive. Oh…now the other side. Oh, ah, oh my god, I'm on the eh, eh, edge. Oh, oh no, inside of my thigh, there it is, there it is, There It Is, YES!!!

"OH! OH! OH! OH GOD! OH KYLE! YES BROTHER! YES BROTHER!"

Oh…my…god. Whoa everything is fuzzy, I'm dizzy. I think I just blacked out.

"Roll over sweetie"

I did as I was told and came to find Kyle with a huge "yeah, I'm the shit" smile on his face.

"That was amazing" I managed to say

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that" He said.

As I gained my composure, I reached for him to lie next to me. He obliged and I kissed him as passionately as I could to show nothing but appreciation.

I pulled away from him, and still feeling like an innocent creature I asked, "Can I…" as I motioned with my eyes downward.

"If you wish," again with that shit eating grin.

I kissed down his torso and reached his manhood. It was so hard and so beautiful. And with that, all innocence was gone. I took him in my mouth and gave him pleasure the best way I knew how. I heard him moan and could only hope I was pleasing him as much as he had pleased me. 

"That's it Sandy, that's it sweetie"

Up and down, up and down, I worked his shaft with all my might.

"It's coming for you, I'm close! Oh God! Sandy! Sandy! Sandy!

Mmmmmnn, that tastes good. My brother's seed, I can't believe it was now in my mouth. Oh, what a dream.

I then moved back up to kiss him and I thanked him for being the best brother in the world. "And thank you for being the best and sexiest sister a guy could ask for." He replied. He then glanced down at my lovely chest and lightly flicked at my nipple. 

"Kyle, that feels so good" I hummed as I reach for his steel rod. Once again, it was hard. "Fuck me Kyle, take me over the edge"

As he positioned himself over me, we gazed into each others eyes and then magic happened. Oh yes, my loving brother had entered me. As he began to slowly thrust into me, all I could think was, "this is a revelation, I am having sex with another man, and it's my brother" I just smiled and stared into his eyes with absolute joy.

Then I began to meet his thrust and wow did we ever fit great together. Things started to get out of control and all of a sudden Kyle was pounding in to me with everything he had and I loved it!

"Yes brother, yes! Fuck your sisters' pussy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Oh god Sandy, your pussy's so tight, it feels so good!"

"Cum in me Kyle, cum in me, give it all to me!" 

"Yes, Oh god I love my sister! Ohhh Yeaaah, Here it comes!"

"I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming!!!

And then it was over, Kyle plopped on the bed next to me in exhaustion, and I had the best sex in my life. At that point I no longer wondered if there was more out there for me. I knew for a fact that there was. I had no idea what the rest of this week would hold for me. But one thing was for sure. I was going to have some more great sex.

Then Kyle asked me a funny question. "So, did I finally convince you to get rid of the loser?"

"Already done, he just doesn't know it yet"



When in Rome



I was a couple of years out of college, working a job that I had little enthusiasm for, when my dad called me up and asked me if I wanted to go with him on a business trip. It was no ordinary business trip, it was a week in Rome and, if I could come, he would book us in Rome for the weekends on both ends giving us extra time there.

Well, I did have vacation time and jumped at the chance to go.

My parents were divorced when I was in college, I knew a few of the details, it's hard to keep family stuff fully secret and it seemed that my mother had an affair with her tennis instructor at their club, rather trite, I suppose, but that's what it was.

I always got along with both my parents though my dad, as happens with girls, I suppose, has always had a special place in my heart.

I gleefully accepted his offer, of course, and immediately went out and bought some new clothes to take, it would be summer and I treated myself to several light dresses and some new underwear.

I didn't think much about it at the time but I also bought two new nighties, two very sexy, brief new nighties.

I know you're way ahead of me in this story but I need to tell you a bit about my dad.

He's forty-seven and quite trim and solid. Both my parents are attractive, my dad especially. I've never figured out quite why there weren't all kinds of women chasing him around but he never seemed to date or anything. He could have had his pick, I'm sure.

He's a broker for small machine parts and has a number of companies in Italy who custom-produce for his American clients. He was meeting with three of them separately when in Rome and that left us lots of time for sightseeing.

We got there and took a cab to the hotel and checked in. Our room was a suite with two bedrooms and we each settled in putting out things away, then got back together in the living room to admire the expansive view of Rome and to decide how we would spend the rest of our Saturday.

"I know just the place for lunch, then we can take a walk around and come back here for a rest, then supper later, Italian-style," he said with a wink.

I told him that sounded good and we went down and walked to the trattoria that he'd eaten at before. He had the artichokes and I had a pizza that was somewhat different from what I was used to stateside, rather better, I thought.

Then a walk around and back to the hotel as the time change and long flight over began taking it's toll.

We got to our rooms and he closed the shades in each and went into his room for a nap. I put on one of my new nighties and looked in the mirror.

"Let's show Dad," I thought and knocked on the frame of the connecting door which was open and went in.

"Like what I bought for our trip?" I asked saucily and twirled around for him.

Now don't get the idea that I'd never teased my dad and that he'd never teased me. Ever since I began knowing there was a difference between boys and girls and men and women, I've felt a sexual pull and, sometimes, tension, between us.

"Oh, that's beautiful, sweetie.You've become quite a woman, you're just beautiful."

"Beautiful enough to have a nap with my daddy?" I asked girlishly.

"Sure, sweetie, hop in," he said as he lifted the sheet. I could see he had on his boxers as I snuggled up against him. Our arms wrapped around each other as he gave me a soft kiss which I held and pressed back against pushing his head against the pillow.

After we broke, he said, "I think Rome has gotten to you, Robin," and his hand patted my butt.

"I think maybe it has. Do daddies and daughters do naughty things when in Rome?"

"I suppose that's up to the daddy and the daughter."

I slipped my hand down until it reached his cock.

"Oh, I think this daddy has naughty things on his mind."

"Just like his daughter, I suspect."

I pulled it out of his boxers and gripped it in my hand. I knew it was larger than any of my boyfriend's.

"Mmm, what's this, Daddy? It's all nice and big and hard. I like holding it. Can I play with it? Let me see it," I asked and he swept the sheet away.

Over the years, I'd caught a few glimpses of my father's penis but this was the first time I'd seen it hard and fully-erect.

"Oh, I like it. I'll bet it would like a nice kiss," I teased as I got up on my hands and knees, wet my lips and kissed the tip end, then gave it a nice lick around.

I raised up and looked at him, asking, "Was that nice, Daddy? Like some more?" and I slid my lips back down his long, thick shaft to suck up and down.

This was the first time I couldn't get a guy's cock completely in my mouth, he was that large. I didn't know at the time but he was seven and a third inches, something I determined the first week we were back home. I took a picture of it that I carry in a little secret place in my wallet and I've shown a few girlfriends without ever telling them it was my dad. They've always been impressed and every single one had told my how much they'd love to have that cock inside them. Oh, Daddy.

"Oh, Robin, that is so good, let's do more," he said and I lifted up and asked him, "Do you want to fuck your little Robin, Daddy? With this nice, big, hard cock?"

"You amaze me, Robin. All those fancy private schools I sent you to, did they teach you how to talk like that?"

I laughed and told him, "They sure did, Daddy, you better fucking believe it," and I swung a leg over him, reached back and guided his cock to my slit and pushed and pushed.

I've had a lot of cocks inside me but my daddy's was the thickest and it took a while, even as juicy as I was, to work myself down onto him. I wiggled and twisted, strained and pushed, and finally was able to sit directly on him.

I always loved using my muscles to massage a cock deep inside me and this one filled me like no other.

"How's that feel, Daddy? My pussy making you happy?" I teased as his hands enjoyed my boobs. I leaned forward, dropping a nipple onto his lips and he took it in to suck.

"You look so cute sucking my boob, Daddy. I like this, we're gonna have lots of fun in Rome," I told him as I raised and lowered my hips over him.

I slowly fucked him until we both had wonderful, lovely orgasms...my daddy and me. It was so good to lay there after in his arms just enjoying the afterglow of such exquisite sex.

We slept for a while, then when I woke him up by playing with his cock, he pushed me on my back and got down between my legs and gave my pussy a licking that I'll never forget. Then we got dressed and went out to a wonderful late supper.

We walked the streets of Rome as lovers, holding hands, stopping to kiss and embrace one another. His hand was often on my butt softly rubbing as we enjoyed our new life together, our new life as lovers.

That began my affair with my father. We live together now, happily and playfully, both of us eager for all the sex we can manage.

We still travel together, I'm his personal assistant, mostly taking care of any needs or desires he has or that I can arouse. Oh, the fun we have.



When in Rome Anything Is Possible



Nothing worse than getting 5 minutes into a story that seems promising and then the author gets into something that really isn't your of idea sexy. I will save you the trouble. This story has anal sex, anal lingus, gender bending of a sci-fi nature, pegging, love, romance, caring, light domination and submission, mild taboo references, lactation, brief ANR, MFM, female ejaculation, cum swapping and a wide range of more vanilla sex. 

It doesn't take too long to get into the good stuff and it has a lot of it!

If a fetish story has a very narrow focus this story would be the total opposite. I wrote it for my wife originally. We had the best sex after she would read each section I composed. Almost all of the ideas surfaced in the bedroom during our dirtiest sex. I love feedback and especially any other ideas on where to take this story. I hope you enjoy. 

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Walking down the isle of the crowded 777 I turned sideways to not brush against the people oozing into the isle. 

"There are our seats," said Stacy with an encouraged look in her eyes. 

She smiled as we approached our two seats noting how the isle and bulkhead separated us from everyone else. We had been dreading the long flight to Rome from Atlanta squished up next to some heaving stranger but that won't be the case for this flight.

Stacy pushed her bag up overhead and her shirt lifted exposing her thick round ass. I glanced at her for a moment and felt warm and proud to have such a hot girlfriend. She was wearing tight jeans and a small t-shirt that showed off her delicious little breasts. As she sat down next to the window I took a peek down her shirt noticing my favorite demi cut bra. 

"Eyes up," Stacy said in a playful tone.

Ever since we met 6 months ago we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. I would eat her pussy every night if I had the opportunity. Not only was Stacy beautiful she tasted and smelled so good. I am not talking about her perfume. There was something about the way she smelled that made me regress into some primal state of arousal. 

As I took my seat Stacy reached over and put her hand on my cock, giving it a little squeeze.

"You had better grab a blanket," she said in a, matter of a fact, sort of way.

I knew this was going to be a fun flight. As I sat back down Stacy situated the blanket over both of us. She then cleverly positioned her back pack to further obscure any strange motion. Stacy undid her zipper and proceeded to push my hand down her pants. She was so warm and smooth. My finger found it's way along her landing strip and slid deeply in her moist delicious folds. She slowly pulled my arm dragging my finger tip back up past her clit. 

Stacy whispered, "I am not going to touch you for this entire flight but I wanted you to have a little taste of what's to come when we get to our hotel."

I put my finger to my mouth and sampled the delicious juices she had offered me. She tasted so damn good. Stacy watched me intently as I sampled her delicious essence. Her face flushed and I could tell that she was really turned on. I couldn't wait to get a prolonged sample of her goodness.

The plane landed in Rome to an uproar of cheers from the Italians on-board. It was later explained to me that Italians realize they are flying in an aluminum tube made by the lowest bidder and that every landing is quite a feat. It was exciting to be in this strange land and I couldn't wait to get this trip started.

We walked off the plane and I followed Stacy as she wheeled her bag. Her round ass swayed from side to side as she strolled up the concourse. Her care free way of moving around in the world was hypnotic. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and she knew it. There was not one thing that I didn't love about this woman. She was so beautiful, elegant, smart and sexual. 

"Come on, let's grab a cab so we can get a shower and go out for dinner," Stacy's pace hastened.

We made our way through the crowded airport to the transit center and hopped in a cab. It was a white Mercedes Benz that looked to be driven very hard. 

The taxi driver greeted us, "chao, qual e la vostra destinazione?"

My Italian was not the greatest but I did hear something that sounded like destination in that sentence. 

I replied in my best Italian accent, "Albergo Fridente (Hotel Fridente) per favore!"

"Si, and your accent is good," the driver said with smile on his face.

We situated ourselves in the car and he floored it. I have never been in a Mercedes that had manual windows and a stick shift. He operated the car like it was an extension of himself. Stop signs were clearly just for show as he would honk and roll through them. He knew every back alley and wasn't afraid to do 40 kilometers per hour with only one foot of clearance on each side of the car. 

This guy was amazing and after my anxiety went down a bit I looked over at Stacy and said, "I love this! These Italians know how to drive."

Stacy loved a thrill and seemed to never have any fear, she simply smiled and squeezed my hand. We arrived at our hotel in no time. We thanked the driver and headed up the grand staircase made from slabs of stone and pillars to the lobby. 

"Look at this place, it is 200 years old. Look at how much marble they used." Stacy was transfixed by the old world charms of Rome.

"I know. I can't believe we scored such a great place to stay," I said anticipating what the room would look like.

We made our way to the room and Stacy quickly took off her pants and shirt flopping back on the bed. Her skin glowed in the golden evening Roman sun that made its way through the west window. My eyes traced her body starting from her toes, making my way up her long legs, to her beautiful stomach, over her small breasts to her beautiful face and wavy blonde hair. 

"I am going to hop in the shower and get ready for dinner," I said with a smile on my face. 

"Ok, I am going to get in with you in a few minutes."

I hopped in the shower and began to rinse myself off. Stacy stepped in and the cool water hardened her beautiful little nipples. I took one into my mouth and gave her a little suckle. She always loved to have her nipples sucked.

Stacy let out a little moan, "you are getting me wet again. I want you to wash me; all over." 

I lathered up my hands and ran them over her breasts and stomach. I worked my way around to her ass crack and slowly slid my soapy finger down deeper and deeper waiting to see if she would object. I worked a lather up in her ass and found my way to her delightful little asshole and rubbed over the top of it ever so gently. Stacy let out a little gasp at the sensation of me washing her most sensitive parts. 

"You like that don't you, tell me how much you like it," I said with an assertive tone. 

It was payback time for her giving me a taste of her pussy on the plane. 

"Ohhh baby I love it, rub my dirty little asshole you bad boy." She got off on playing this game with me.

"You are such a dirty little boy for rubbing my asshole like that, ohh, ohh," she continued with a sinister look in her eyes. 

I loved the freak in her and her naughtiness had me as hard as a rock. She would always come up with the most taboo things to say that would catch me off guard. I loved the creative ways she came up with kinky role play to dominate my mind. 

"Bend over now!" I said with aggressive authority. 

"Ohh, is that what you want me to do. You had better fuck me hard if you are going to talk to me like that."

I thrusted my cock deep into her soupy wet pussy in one motion and let out a gasp, "uhhhh". 

She pushed back into me and said aggressively, "you better not stop until I tell you to!" 

Thrust after thrust she moaned, "Ohh baby, baby, ohh..." She was on the edge of cuming from my forceful insertion. Stacy reached down to play with her clit. The water poured over our bodies and sloshed as our skin collided. Stacy was on the edge of coming and started rocking her hips to exaggerate the thorough fucking she was receiving. 

"Baby, I am cumming, ahhhhh," I felt her body around my shaft contract rhythmically as she climaxed time and time again. 

Suds poured down her thighs and she collapsed placing her hands on her knees to catch her breath. I stood back in awe of her beautiful ass and pussy. My dick was still fully erect and I was just getting started with her. I turned off the water and we toweled off. I picked up Stacy and threw her on the bed pinning her down. Our lips locked and she began fight back against me wanting to get back into control. 

She shook one of her hands free and grabbed my rock hard dick and started to stroke it. I was on the edge of coming and Stacy knew it. 

"You are going to come all over my pussy and I am going to watch you do it. Ohh, baby cum on me you bad boy, ohhh"

I didn't want to come yet but it was too late. I ripped my hips back and focused on getting my breathing back under control. Cum began to drip from the tip of my penis and I realized it was too late to stop this train. 

Stacy looked up at me with her eyes wide open and said, "come on my pussy baby, I want to feel your hot cum run down my pussy." 

Spurt after spurt splashed against her mound and gravity began to take hold as a single trickle made its way down past her clit and over her soft engorged labia. 

"Owww baby you are so bad for making such a mess, look at what you have done." Stacy's finger now outlined her clit as she used my slippery cum as lubricant. 

Stacy gazed into my eyes lovingly as I collapsed on the bed next to her in a haze of tranquil peace. We cuddled and fell asleep for a few hours. Oh how I loved this woman next to me.

I was awoken to Stacy running her hand over my chest and whispering, "Let's get dinner babe."

My eyes slowly opened with the revelation that I was in ROME! We got dressed and headed down to the lobby taking in the musty smell of the spiral staircase that led to the main entrance. The attendant at the front desk offered us a few options in the area for dining. We thanked him and hit the streets. 

The people on the streets were so different in Italy. The woman wore much less clothing and it was very form fitting. The men had a swagger that oozed confidence with loafers and shirts unbuttoned half way. Italians seemed much thinner than people in the US. It seemed like people preferred walking over driving and it showed in their waste lines. 

Stacy pointed to a little restaurant that occupied the space in-between two buildings. It had a beautiful trellis growing some type of flowing vine that I couldn't quite identify. It was now late in the evening yet the restaurant was nearly full. This was a town for night owls. I would swear that it was 6pm with the number of people on the streets.

The hostess offered us a place to sit as we strolled in gazing at all of the different plates of food on the tables. I remembered reading up on the dining protocols in Italy. Meals come in courses, good thing I was so hungry.

We wined and dined well into the evening. Our conversation was lively and ripe with all of the possibilities for our stay in this magical land. We had no idea about what laid ahead for us on this adventure.

The next morning I was aroused to the sound of Stacy crinkling a map. "Hey sleepy head, I have been up for 2 hours. Get your lazy ass up and let's get to our flat in Cinque Terre." 

You see, Rome was not our idea of an ideal vacation just our insertion point. It just so happened that it was the cheapest tickets for the dates we needed. We liked the coast and the beach much better. In addition to the beaches and the Mediterranean, Cinque Terre had some epic hikes to be had. We had it all planned out. Hiking, relaxing, sex, eating, swimming and repeat. What more could we want? Well; we were about to find out.

I yawned stretching my arms across the full length of the bed and grumbled as I put my feet on the ground. 

"Why do you always have to be so damn on top of things," I said with the awareness of the jet lag firmly entrenched in my eyes.

"Auto, get your lazy ass up before I slap that ass of yours." 

I was strolling towards the shower with a labored gate and lumbered in. As I washed myself off I felt as if I was coming back to life. I was very excited for our first hike in this strange place and I couldn't wait to hit the road.

We piled in a taxi again and made our way to the train station. We had a bit of a jaunt ahead of us so we decided to bring lunch and several bottles of wine. 

The train was a mess with people chain smoking and we couldn't wait to get off. I think the AC was broken but even if it did work I don't think it could have over powered the 40C temperature. We arrived reeking of smoke, buzzed and weary from our travels. 

After checking in and unpacking we decided to hit the trail that connected all five of the villages in Cinque Terre together. We put on our sandals and made it to the trail head about 45 minutes before sun down. As we wandered further and further in, we found it strange that no one was on the trail. I had this really strange feeling in my gut on this hike. It was as if something wasn't quite right. 

"Stacy, do you think it is a little strange that we have not ran into one single other person?" I said with a little anxiety in my throat. 

"Maybe," she said quickly, "We are in a foreign country, who knows what the customs are in this town. Maybe families don't go out during the evening for hikes?"

Her comment put me to ease for the time being but I couldn't escape the feeling in my gut. We started to realize that we had better turn around because the sun was nearly setting. 

"Let's head back. I don't want to get stuck out here in the dark," I said with an air of caution. 

"Quit being such a worry wart," Stacy said in a mocking tone. "We will be fine. You know we are nearer to the equator and it doesn't get as dark as fast." 

Stacy was full of crap on that assessment. We took no more than 5 steps as I noticed something in the distance on the trail. 

"Do you see that?" I was freaked.

Stacy glanced ahead and froze in her tracks, "What in the hell is that?"

It looked sort of like a mirage that you might see in the desert. The best way to describe what we saw would be to imagine pouring a clear oil on water. Now imagine that vertically creating a wall that separated the trail from where we were standing to where we were headed. I walked up to the plane very slowly and it seemed to extend indefinitely east and west. 

Stacy said, "touch it Auto."

"What the fuck are you thinking?" I said, aware that my concept of reality was now thoroughly compromised. 

"Just touch it."

Stacy's approach to life was so damn open and inquisitive that it blew my mind. Nothing ever rattled her. We are sitting here experiencing some strange fucking anomaly that seems to violate the laws of nature and Stacy wants me to touch it. 

"It must be some strange humidity thing or atmospheric abnormality," Stacy said with a staggering degree of confidence.

"Fine, I will touch it," I said as I reached my arm forward. 

My hand penetrated the barrier and it felt a bit cooler on the other side. 

"This is some strange shit Stacy. It feels a few degrees cooler on the other side"

Just as I said that Stacy jumped through the layer of distortion and said, "Come over here, see, it's fine."

"Jesus H Christ," I said. "Have you no self-preservation instinct?"

"I am heading back to the flat. Come on!" I was completely fed up with her disregard for caution.

We made our way back to the flat and couldn't stop talking about what we had just experienced. Stacy wanted to go back tomorrow and do some further exploration of this "thing" we had run into. I wasn't open to going back until I knew what in the hell it was. Besides, I figured it would be gone by tomorrow because the best explanation for it was that it was weather related.

The next morning we sprang out of bed and went to an internet café. We looked and looked for an explanation for what we had seen. We were not really keen on asking people due to the language barrier and not wanting to be viewed as crazy. Our search came up with nothing. By then, I had rationalized the experience away chalking it up to exhaustion, second hand cigarette smoke mixed with wine and some rare weather event. We decided to head back to the spot so we paid and set back out on foot.

I was horny as hell walking behind Stacy. She had great legs and was wearing a tight stretchy mini skirt to hike in. For my added benefit she donned a pair of my favorite white cotton panties so I could catch a glimpse if the trail was steep enough. Her top was also nice and tight and she opted to leave the sports bra behind in the spirit of all the Italian women we saw. So many women had no qualms about not wearing bras. Stacy looked so good. Maybe we could get a little quickie in if the trails were empty today.

We quickly arrived at the spot where we found the barrier from last night. It was still there! Throwing caution to the wind I pressed on past the distorted plane shoulder to shoulder with Stacy. We stopped after passing through and took a moment to survey the environment. It was again a bit cooler than the other side. Other than that, it was just more sandy trail and jagged cliffs overlooking the most beautiful aqua marine water you have ever seen. 

"Want to keep going," I said with a smile?

"Look who is throwing caution to the wind now," Stacy said with a sparkle in her eye. "I am getting thirsty." 

Just as she said that a spigot came into sight on the side of the trail. 

"That is weird, why did they pipe water all the way out here?" I said with a perplexed look on my face.

I was still very aware that we had not run into another soul on this trail. As we continued walking, I looked up at Stacy's beautiful ass and thought to myself how I wanted a taste of that pussy. Just as the thought passed I noticed my right index finger was wet as if I had used it to apply aloe vera to my skin. 

"What in the hell is going on here?" I said as I reached my finger up to my nose to figure out what in the hell was making my finger glisten. 

Oh my god. It smelled like Stacy's delicious pussy. My thoughts raced and my heart skipped a beat as I took my finger to the tip of my tongue. It was her pussy juice on my finger. What in the hell is happening here?

I ran up next to Stacy and said, "look at my finger. Smell it. Does that smell familiar?"

"When did you touch me?" 

"I didn't touch you but I did think about getting a taste of your pussy just before my finger got wet."

"Are you fucking with me right now?" Stacy was a little irritated with me.

"No, try it out. Think about something you want and let's see what happens," I said with my eyes pinned wide open from awe.

"I want a red mini skirt," Stacy says with a sarcastic tone.

"Oh SHIT! It worked," I said trying to grapple with the reality of what was happening. 

My anxiety was redlining and I was feeling a strong urge to get the hell out of this place. 

Stacy could see the fear in my eyes and said, "slow down for a minute. You realize this could be a lot of fun don't you?"

Just then her tits started swelling stretching out her shirt. They must have grown to a double d cup. My mouth was agape in awe. 

"Let me see those things," I said without hesitating.

Stacy's shirt vanished. Time seemed to stop as I continued to grapple with what was happening to us in this place. It was a mixture of terror, excitement and wonder. It seemed as if we have been given a free pass to do whatever we wanted to.

Stacy turned towards me rapidly when she realized her shirt was gone. Her now engorged full breasts continued to sway from their weight after her rotation had stopped. I was mesmerized. My dick began to swell in my shorts looking at the love of my life with her new parts. 




When in Rome Anything Is Possible



"Baby, you look so beautiful."

Stacy looked down at her new breasts and began to cup them feeling the weight. She then looked up at me pushing one of her breasts up to get a better look. I was so turned on watching this that the rest of our surroundings melted away in my mind. It was just her and I and we were going to have the time of our lives.

Stacy looked down at my bulge and suddenly is started to grow. At first it got a little fatter then came the length. I was pushing 9 inches when it stopped expanding. The head of my dick crested well above my waist band. Just as I realized what was going on my shorts fell to the ground. 

Stacy walked over to me and dropped to her knees taking my cock into her mouth. Her fingers couldn't fully reach around my new cock that she imagined for me. This realization only seemed to turn her on more as she grabbed me with both hands stroking and sucking with purpose.

"Babe, your dick is so big. I can't wait for you to fill me up with it."

I couldn't believe how good Stacy's lips felt wrapped around my shaft. She stroked and sucked me getting my cock all wet and slippery with saliva. Stacy stopped sucking and got on her hands and knees. 

"Fuck me good baby."

I positioned behind her and placed my hands on her huge breasts. They were so soft and heavy. I imagined her naked and her shorts and panties dissolved like water rolling off her back. I positioned my dick on her engorged clit and slid it up finding her eager opening. I pushed my way in slowly realizing that this cock was going to be an adjustment for her. My hands caressed her breasts then ran along her sides and back. 

"Ahhh, push it all the way in. I can't wait any longer."

I buried myself in her beautiful pussy as far as I could.

"You are so deep baby. I love how you fill me up. Ohhh, ohh, don't stop."

I worked my cock in and out of her as my mind began to picture what I wanted next. I began to picture Stacy's clit growing and growing. I had always wanted to trade parts with her for a day. I didn't want her to be a man but the thought of sucking Stacy's dick wouldn't leave my mind. Stacy looked down noticing her clit now sticking out by an inch or so.

"What are you doing babe? My clit is starting to look like a little dick." Stacy was a bit shocked by what she saw.

"I can't help it, I have always fantasized about sucking you off so I guess that is why your clit is growing." 

"Owh, I sort of like that. You know how I have always wanted to fuck you." Stacy was coming to terms with her new member.

I continued to pound her beautiful pussy as Stacy moaned transfixed on her growing clitoris. It grew and grew to about 5 inches long. It was no beast like mine but it would do the job. I pulled out and looked at my love's beautiful ass and pussy. She was nice and stretched out. Stacy stood up, turned and faced me revealing the full extent of her new appendage. I was in awe and took a minute to take it in. Stacy reach down and gave her new cock a little stroke. She stopped quickly.

"Ohh my god it is so sensitive," she said with a gasp. "Now I am going to fuck you," her tone shifting to mean business. 

Still on my knees Stacy approached me offering up her engorged member. I took it in my mouth to get it nice and lubed for my ass tasting her sweet pussy. The juxtaposition of tasting her pussy and having her cock in my mouth put me in a state of arousal I had never experienced before. I slowly let my tongue and lips slide over her delicate little head. 

Stacy gasped, "Ohh my god, this feels so good. Don't stop, I am on the edge of cumming in your mouth. Oh, ohh, ohh, I am not ready to cum yet," she said as she attempted to pull her hips back from me.

Stacy looked so powerful as she changed her momentum and began to rock her hips. I looked up into her eyes and she was transfixed on her cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Her face was flush and she seemed to be racked in ecstasy. 

"Ohhhhhh, I am cumming baby, don't stop, please...Suck all of the cum out of my little dick!"

I could taste a new salty sensation in my mouth and my eyes widened. The flavor intensified and her cock began to pulsate in my mouth. 

"I am cumming baby. Ohhh eat my cum, ohhh, drink me, taste how much I love you."

Spurt after spurt shot into my mouth as she thrusted my face to fully engulf her orgasm. I greedily took all of her seed letting it flow down my throat and swirl around my mouth. 

"Ohh Stacy I love you so much. Your cum was so good." I told her with lust in my eyes.

She then dropped to her knees and kissed me hard. Our tongues met in a rapture of passion as she got a taste of her own essence.

We laid down in the sand at our feet and held each other in a trance of ecstasy. 

After a few minutes we came back to our senses and I said, "Ohh my god, that was so much fun. This may all be just a dream but I don't want it to end."

"It's not over yet. Get on your knees, that ass is mine," she said crawling towards me. 

I rose to my hands and knees. Stacy opened her mouth and allowed a string of saliva to drip off her tongue landing in my ass crack. She took her finger and used it to run up and down the length of my ass. Her finger began to find it's way into my asshole as she lubed me carefully. Her finger felt heavenly gently caressing me.

"Do you like that," she said with an assertive air. "I am going to penetrate your ass with my dick and you are going to like it."

I looked over my shoulder and noticed Stacy's cock fully erect with a little drip of pre cum gathering at the tip. She smeared the pre cum around the head of her new shaft as she prepared to give me the ride of my life. 

"Get on your back!" she ordered. "I want to look in your eyes as my dick first slides in your ass. I can't wait to see your face."

I rolled over to my back on the sandy trail and she pushed my knees to my chest. Stacy carefully positioned her eager cock at the opening of my ass and began to ease her head in. She pulled back for a moment and pushed in again.

"Do you like my dick playing with your ass? I bet you do. Now I am going to fuck you so good baby."

The anticipation was more than I could take. I began to stroke my rock hard dick as Stacy pushed herself deep into my ass. Her face had a look of surprise and wonder as she bottomed out on my ass cheeks. 

"Ohh my god! I am fucking you baby. I love this," Her eyes gazing into mine as her pace started to quicken. 

"Stacy you are fucking me so good baby. Don't stop. Please don't stop!"

I was on the edge of cumming as I stroked my cock looking down at Stacy's dick sliding in and out of my virgin ass. 

"I am going to cum in your ass so you know how good it feels. Don't cum yet baby, I want you to cum when I do."

Stacy started to fuck me while stopping for a moment to drip more spit on to her dick. I was on the edge and so was she.

"Ahhhhh, ohh no, yes, yes, yes!" Stacy was moments from filling my ass with her salty butter.

I started cumming so hard that it shot over my shoulder and onto my chest. Spurt after spurt of hot ropes of cum landed on my chest and stomach. Stacy fell silent as I felt her womanhood pulsing in my ass filling me. I suddenly felt the warmth and wetness as she pulled out slowly letting the last spurt splash against the base of my dick. Stacy collapsed on me totally exhausted kissing me softly. Her penis rested against mine mixing our cum together.

Our bodies slowly returned to normal as we laid together in the afterglow of our ecstasy. 

"I want to fuck you again," Stacy said in a no nonsense tone. "That was so hot!"

"You do?" I said with an air of intrigue mixed with caution.

"We can save that for tomorrow. We should get back to our flat." Stacy was clearly wiped out by the look on her face, "I am hungry and totally spent. I hope this place is here tomorrow because it will give me some time to think about what else I want to do with you." 

We laughed and made our way back to the flat, arm in arm. The trail home was again totally empty. It was just she and I. The moon hung low in the sky as the tension of day and night was slowly subdued. The greenery was sparse on the trail. Really there wasn't much room for things to grow in the weathered rock and sand that made up this magical landscape. The views were unobstructed on the steep slope that found it's end plunging into the aqua Mediterranean. 

Nightfall was upon us and we made our way to the beach for an evening swim. We were surrounded by happy couples, children, grandparents and tourists. The water was warm and refreshing. We swam out about fifty feet and floated in the water gazing at the night sky. The city glowed a dull orange color from the sodium lights but was not so bright to drown out the stars. 

"We have only been here a few days but it has been the time of my life," Stacy's eyes were glassy as she spoke trying to conceal her tears.

"I know, everything about what we have experienced has really made me appreciate you Stacy. I think we have a really good thing going and I never want this to end."

Stacy slid her bikini top up exposing her soft pale white breasts. She then wrapped her long elegant arms around me pressing her pink puffy nipples onto my chest. She squeezed me tightly burying her face into my neck. She really loved me and I really loved her. This was a perfect moment in time that I will never forget.

"Let's swim back in and see if we can find some gelato," Stacy said with a smile and began swimming back to shore.

"Don't forget to put your top on."

Stacy looked back at me lifting her top out of the water. She crumpled it up and threw it back at me. What a treat to be able to get another eye full of her breasts as she walked up the beach. I grabbed her top from the surface of the water and threw it at her as she reached the sandy bottom and could put her feet down. 

We wandered up the meandering cobble stone streets peeking our head in various shops along the way. Clothes were strung from lines that crossed from building to building. We strolled our way through the moon lit village until we found the tiniest gelato stand that occupied less than a small bedroom. We ordered our desires from the older lady that looked like she might have died her hair it was so black. I got tiramisu and Stacy banana. We licked away laughing and talking about all that we have encountered on our trip.

The next day arrived slowly. The sun refracted off of the hillside giving it a golden brown hue as it found us on our futon like mattress. I was in no hurry to get up and was so relaxed that I had no idea what time it was. Hunger pangs made their way to the front of my awareness so it must have been later than 10. My appetite never seemed to kick in until after that. 

After throwing on some loose comfortable clothing we grabbed a bite to eat and a stiff shot of espresso with lots of sugar. I love Italian food but only eating a pastry and espresso for breakfast was going to take some getting used to. 

"Why don't we head back to our little place on the trail," Stacy said with a glimmer in her eye. 

"OK," I said trying to mask my eager excitement. "I have been thinking about a few fun ideas for us to play with when we arrive."

"Why don't you tell me what they are?" Stacy's tone was playful and seductive.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Hell yes I do!"

"Is there anything off limits?" I said with an air of insecurity.

"Hmm, I will have to think about that. I don't think so. Other than the obvious, I don't want to have sex with animals and; to be honest, I have zero lesbian impulses. Besides that I am open."

"Uhh, yah, we should be fine then," I quickly answered shutting the door on any hope that I would let her know what I had been thinking about. "You realize that I have had some very kinky thoughts in my life and when we get there who knows what will go on in this melon of mine."

"Well, you don't sound like a man that has taken into account all of the things that I might think of." 

"Oh please, you know me, if it turns you on it will most likely turn me on. I can't imagine you being any more kinky than I am."

We scampered up the trail to that magical barrier and hurried to the other side. 

"I can't believe this weird environment still exists. Where are all the other people?" I said out loud not expecting Stacy to respond.

I was sort of worried what fucked up fantasy might insert its self in my mind now that I was getting more comfortable with this place. I was starting to feel a little vulnerable at that moment. It is not like you can control what pops in your head. Mostly I have control of what I do with the thoughts but not in this place it seems. 

As usual, Stacy didn't seem to be shaken in the least by how this could all go sideways. She wasted no time expanding her breast to double ds again but this time something was a bit different.

"Give one a little suck, Auto."

We dropped to our knees as I took her beautiful puffy nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue across the tip. Her soft breast felt perfect against my lips. I drew a little suction and to my surprise a warm spurt shot into my mouth.

"Oh my god, you are lactating!" I was a bit shocked.

"Suck it harder baby. I want you to really get a good taste of me." 

It was so kinky but I loved it. I sucked gently tasting her warm sweet fluid as it made its way across my tongue and down my throat.

"You like that don't you?" Her tone was playful and naughty. "Suck on mommy's big soft titty you bad boy."

"You little slut. You are turning me on with this dirty stuff," I was now transfixed by Stacy's inhibition.

"Tell your mommy that she is a slut. Say it as you are sucking on mommy's milky nipples."

I sucked harder as she squeezed her breast positioning it for better access in my mouth. It felt so good to be able to taste Stacy like this. Stacy's eyes were shut as she held her hefty breast to my mouth. Her nipples were quite engorged and occupied much of my eager void. Suck after suck and it just seemed to get her more and more aroused. 

"Ohh baby, I can feel your suckling in my clit. DON'T STOP, ohhhhh, don't stop, keep sucking baby," she was breathless and totally turned on. 

This was definitely not something that I would have envisioned for today but I must say that I loved it. I reached my hand down to her pussy and my fingers met her completely soaked lips. I thrusted my first two fingers deep inside.

"Ahhh, uh uh, ohhh, I am going to cum baby." Her breathing was rapid and shallow now as I felt her vagina clamp onto my fingers. 

Thrust after thrust my fingers pounded her soupy wet pussy. Her juices were thick and slimy just the way l like them. 

Stacy cried out, "I am cumming baby, keep sucking mommy's milk!"

My fingers were now deep inside as she rhythmically pulsated constricting my index and middle finger. A little shot squirted in my palm as she started to cum. Her orgasm kept going and going for at least 30 seconds. She must have squirted 5 times in my palm as it overflowed dripping off the back of my hand. I looked down at my fingers admiring how wet they were and put them in my mouth. She tasted perfect. 

I was now extremely horny. I pushed her down on her hands and knees instructing her to spread her knees apart. I took a moment to admire her beauty from behind. Her round ass looked perfect before me. I kissed her lower back and took my tongue down her crack to her sweet little asshole. My tongue gently caressed her asshole as she pushed back into my face letting me know she wanted more. 

"You little slut, you like me cleaning your dirty little asshole don't you?" I said accosting her.

Stacy let out a little whimper, "I am getting so turned on again. Please keep licking my dirty little asshole. Your bad girl loves it!"

I started to push the tip of my tongue into her forbidden opening.

"Ohh fuck, I want you to fuck my ass and my pussy."

Something caught my eye from the side and I froze for a moment. I slowly turned my head to the side to see me, I mean, my doppelganger, I mean my fucking exact twin!

"Stacy, look!" I said cautiously. 

Stacy turned her head and let out a gasp, "ohh fuck baby, it is another you."

I took a moment to take in what was happening. I carefully studied my twin starting at his feet working my way up. He stood silently, completely nude with a raging hard on. I said hello but he did not reply. It was as if he was a drone just for fucking. I walked up to him and studied his face, hair and chest. My hands couldn't resist so I felt his, I guess my, muscular shoulders, chest and ass pushing to see how solid he was.

"I have always wondered what I looked like from the outside," I said in a state of shock and awe. "I always thought my legs were skinny but I guess they aren't that bad. My posture could use a little work but I am looking pretty damn good."

"He is going to fuck me baby and so are you," Stacy said as she came to terms with what she had manifested. 

Stacy's face fluctuated from fear to wonder to anticipation. She walked over to him and took a deep breath, I guess me, and grabbed his rock hard phallus. She stroked him a little running her free hand around his waist to his round ass. 

"This is going to be good," Stacy's eyes were wide and full of wonderment as she licked her chops.

Chapter 2 soon to follow...



When in Rome... Pt. 01



I know there are several readers out there waiting for more chapters of a few of my other stories...and rest assured those are in process, but I needed to get this one out of my head before I could do those justice.

Let me know what you think when you're done, please? 

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"Yo, big bro... How'd you like to go out for breakf..." she began, opening the door suddenly. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"

The luscious little brunette with the improbably large boobs, who had been giving herself a serious fucking on my dick, rolled off me, squealing in protest. She hid her nudity behind the sheets, peeking around the edge. We'd been especially energetic, if not boisterous, this morning, resulting in us being twisted around on the bed, on top of the covers. While my buxom partner had managed to keep her exposure time to a minimum, I was trapped, naked as the day I was born, struggling to find something to cover myself with. My erection bobbed with my movements, standing straight up, and glistening with a freshly applied coating of pussy juice, thanks to my bedmate's damp, excited vagina. 

Carolyn tried to close the door, but she'd lost her grip on the doorknob when she burst in on us, surprising herself as much as anyone. Now she was searching blindly for the handle, having initially been unable to look away from my naked shaft, finally just closing her eyes and muttering "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm sorry!" as she groped around. She found the lever at last, and beat a hasty retreat, pulling the door shut while repeating the same apologetic mantra. 

Perhaps I should explain how I ended up in this predicament. 

*****

I'm David. Nice to meet you. I was six when my sister Carolyn was born. I immediately nicknamed her Ro, mostly because Carolyn was too much work, but also because she was small, and cute, so I gave her a small, cute name. 

The age difference that made her cute and cuddly when I was younger, made her a big pain in the ass when I grew up a bit. Nothing gets in the way of trying to steal your first kiss from a girl quite like a little sister sticking her nose in. She was like a shadow, always the most obvious when things looked brightest. 

By the time I was eighteen, she had perfected her craft. Every time I tried to make my move on a would-be girlfriend, she'd appear out of the ether, and scuttle my plans to lose my virginity. Some of my potential conquests found it funny, a viewpoint I didn't share. 

Thank God for college, where I was away from her and my family for months at a time. I finally scored, with a willowy blonde coed from one of my classes. A few girlfriends later, I thought I found 'the one', and proposed. 

We were married. I was twenty-one, and my fifteen year old sister spent most of the wedding reception with her arms crossed, giving me, and especially my new bride, Kate, a look that left no doubt about her disapproval. 

Carolyn had always been a bit chubby, but she seemed to really balloon a bit in her teens. Mom carried a few extra pounds, too, so I suppose Ro came by it honestly, but she surpassed Mom by quite a margin. I don't know how much she actually weighed, but it had to be a bit north of two hundred. It's a good thing she was relatively tall, or she would have been very round. I want you to know that I love my sister. I'm just being honest, and objective. 

After graduation, we relocated for an excellent career opportunity that presented itself to me. I was being groomed for upward mobility within the international company, but it meant that I didn't see my family for very long stretches of time, occasionally years. On a few instances, while I was able to visit my parents, my arrival was during times when Ro was away at school. 

As the years passed, it turned out that perhaps my sister's opinion of my wife was prophetically correct. While the company was grooming me, a few of the more senior executives were grooming her, for mobility of a more horizontal nature. She became the favourite plaything of a couple of the bastards. I had no idea, until one of the secretaries took pity on me and spilled the beans. 

The scandal cost me one wife, but to my great relief, the company backed me, doing what was right, and relieving the two most unrepentant 'gentlemen' of their jobs, and their pensions as well. They had always valued the family, having started as a family business, and they had little patience for such philandering. 

In a perfect world, or in Hollywood, I would have been offered one of their vacated positions, and found a new spouse that put my old one to shame. Real life... Not so much, but I did get the job of the guy, that got the job of the guy, that got the job of one of the fired guys. No luck on the spouse. 

It's likely that the unfairness of that past situation also played a part in them offering me a position abroad. I said it was an international company, and I meant it. The office in Rome suddenly had an opening, and despite the fact that I didn't speak a lick of the language, I was tapped for the spot. Most of the business was conducted in English, anyway, and I would have no shortage of help with the few circumstances that required the native language. Perhaps it also helped that I was single, as the company liked to keep families together, and usually compensated relocated spouses, and even children, for international moves. Whatever their logic, I was headed for Rome! 

***

A quick search on the Internet will tell you that the 'average' male stands about 5 foot 9, weighs about 175 pounds, wears a size 9 shoe, and packs about 5.5 inches of dick between his legs. Well, that's average, that's not me. 

This may come as a surprise to some men who try to dispute the fact, but bigger guys are often bigger... everywhere. They're taller, weigh more, wear bigger shoes, and have bigger dicks. If you think about for just a second without personal bias, it makes logical sense. Sorry for bursting your bubble, average guys. 

I mention this because, apparently, Italian girls have figured it out already, and many of them were eager to see if the theory held true for me. At 6 foot 6,, 230 pounds, with a size 13 foot, I stood out among the local men, and the comment I heard most from the women I bedded was "E 'così grande!" 'Grande', as in your larger cup of coffee. Enough said? Good. 

It didn't take too long for a few of the girls at the new office to make themselves available. Italian women are world famous for their dark, sultry looks and abundant curves... think Sophia Loren, Claudia Cardinale, or Gina Lollobrigida... which put me in heaven, potential partner wise. I nearly gave myself whiplash several times while trying to take in the local beauties. 

One night, I was partaking in one of those exotic lovelies, a lithe little brunette named Alessandra. We had been rolling about in sweaty, sexual bliss for about an hour, with my Italian sweetie tutoring me in what 'fuck me harder' and 'lick my pussy', or their Italian equivalents, sounded like. We were both catching our breath, preparing for a resumption of the festivities, when my phone rang. Something told me to answer it. 

"David, is that you?" the voice asked. 

"Yes... Carolyn?" I guessed, correctly. 

"I guess I haven't been forgotten, after all. Care to get together? I'm in town," she asked. 

"Ro, I'm way out of town," I replied, figuring she thought I was at my last known office. 

"Duh... I know that, you're in Rome. You've been there for seven months. Find any good pizza joints?" she laughed. 

"How'd you know that?" I asked, confused. 

"I called your company, they filled in the blanks," she answered. "So are you going to meet me for dinner, or what?" 

"You're in Rome, too?" I wondered. 

"No, I expect you to fly back to Norfolk... Of course I'm in Rome, you dolt!" she giggled. "I sense some reluctance... did I catch you at a bad time? 

"Um, yeah, you could say that," I chuckled. Alessandra was getting impatient, and had one of her delicate little hands wrapped around my cock, stroking it gently. 

"What's her name?" Ro sighed, then continued with a lusty giggle, "and what's she doing right now? Wait! Don't tell me... Don't tell me! I don't need those mental images bouncing around in my head. Let's just say we have dinner tomorrow night, okay?" 

"You got a deal!" I groaned. Alessandra was being exceptionally cruel by now, sucking my cock as a distraction. 

We quickly discussed the time and location details, which I'm very glad were basic and simple to understand. I don't think my brain could have handled anything complicated, with a sexy Italian enthusiastically slurping my dick while I listened. 

"Okay, you may now return to your previous deviant behaviour. See you tomorrow," she laughed, and the line went silent. 

"Vieni cazzo la mia figa, tesoro mio," Alessandra moaned, laying back and spreading her legs invitingly. No translation necessary. 

***

I followed a local into the hotel bar, doing a quick once over as I entered the room. Mostly empty, other than maybe a half dozen denizens. One woman at the bar, and two waitresses, but no sign of my sister yet. She'd be easy to spot, I thought, despite the fact we hadn't seen each other in years. Just look for the pleasantly plump blonde. 

The clock ticked on, and still no Carolyn. The woman at the bar was getting a lot of attention from the other customers, and I was watching as well. She had deep, lustrous, wavy red hair that reached about the middle of her back. Her hair and her ass were pretty much all I could see, but it was all good. 

I waited. The redhead politely declined yet another drink, and checked her watch. Another guy approached her, standing beside her and dropping his hand on her ass. 

"Toglimi le mani di dosso, cazzo!" she growled, and turned her head to glare at him. 

"What the fuck?" I gasped. That voice... That profile... That's my sister! Or at least, it's part of my sister, and a small part, at that! 

Carolyn's latest fan had beat a hasty retreat, and I walked up behind her. 

"Hey gorgeous," I said gruffly, hoping she wouldn't recognize my voice. 

"Fuck off, will you!" she sighed, turning to face her new tormentor. "Do you guys never learn?" Her eyes rose up my chest, finally reaching my face, when they flew open wide. 

"David!" she shrieked, and leapt into my arms. 

"Ro!" I laughed. "I didn't recognize you! When does the rest of you get here?" Okay, that might sound mean, but I hoped she'd know I was joking.

"Thursday," she deadpanned, "got held up in Customs. Fucking bureaucracy!" Her smile lit up the room. "You like?" she asked, twirling in front of me. 

"What's not to like? You're gorgeous!" I replied. 

I wasn't kidding about that. The last time I saw her, she was pretty, in a chubby cherub kind of way, but wouldn't have had them standing in the aisles. I'd just seen her get hit on by no less than five strangers in a ten minute span, easily eighty percent of the male population of the bar. She was now a full-on hottie, with the whole package ; beautiful hair, great legs, a sexy ass, pretty face... and a pair of tits that were threatening to burst out of her top! When she hugged me again, I could feel those full, firm melons pressing deliciously into me. Not only did she no longer look like the little sister I grew up with, she didn't feel like her either. She held on to me for a long time, as though making up for the seven years that had passed since we had last seen each other. I have to admit, she felt pretty good to me, too. 

We walked arm-in-arm out of the bar, heading for the restaurant area. I got several looks from the guys who had been rebuffed by Ro. Some expressed envy, others were apologetic, assuming she was my girlfriend. 

We were seated quickly. The restaurant was nicely decorated. I guess it was technically more of a pub style, but in Italy, even the casual dining was done with old-world class and style. I helped Ro into her seat, and sat across from her. Finally, I had a chance to really look at her. With her new red hair, she was stunning. Losing the weight had brought her bone structure into play, and gave her more of the high, wide cheekbone look that is so popular with fashion photographers. Her dark brown eyes went better with the new hair colour too. She let me gawk at her for a while, then spoke. 

"Okay, get it over with... I know you have questions. Ask," she said with a wave. She folded her arms, squishing her boobs together and up, a move that didn't go unnoticed by me. It temporarily derailed my thoughts, just long enough for Ro to see my eyeline. "I'm up here," she giggled. If she had been wearing anything revealing, I'd have had no chance. Her chest was entrancing enough, fully covered as it was. 

"Right," I sighed. "Sorry. So, what are you doing in Rome? Are you following me again, Shadow?" I gave her a mischievous smile. 

"Damn! You figured me out!" she laughed. "Sorry, Bro... I Love you, but I'm not going to follow you halfway around the world just to interrupt your love life. I'm just on vacation. I am sorry I called at a bad time yesterday. I trust you managed to find your place again after we hung up?" She grinned. 

Actually yes, I thought, remembering how Alessandra had lovingly guided my dick back into her pussy. She was a very enjoyable fuck, her energy and passion more than adequately making up for her smallish breasts. I found himself staring at my sister's boobs again. 

"Also, I'm sorry for the way things happened with Kate," she whispered, touching my hand. I felt the pangs associated with that name. They happened every time I thought of her, but thankfully, the effect was now quickly swept aside. Time really does heal all wounds. 

"Water under the bridge," I replied, forcing a smile. "You know, you could have told me I was screwing up when I married her."

"Huh?" she asked. 

"I remember the look you were giving us during the wedding. You knew something was wrong, and you were right," I explained. 

"Oh, that," she whispered, suppressing a smile. "I'm not psychic. I didn't have any inside information, or premonitions. I was just jealous. She was stealing my big brother. I would have given that look to June Cleaver," she said quietly, referring to the ultra-committed, totally faithful housewife from the TV show 'Leave it to Beaver' in the fifties. Re-runs are immortal. 

"I can't get over how good you look," I said. "How... Um..." 

"What happened to the rest of me?" she giggled coyly. I nodded, grateful to have been let off the hook. "Well, I got sick and tired of being nineteen and fat. One of my roommates at college was working on her thesis in nutrition, and I volunteered to be her guinea pig. The short version is that we decreased my intake very gradually, while increasing exercise at the same pace. She thought the body would find its own sweet spot, balancing everything, and she was right. It took three years, but seventy-nine pounds just disappeared, and I've maintained it for three more years," she finished, with a flourish of her hands. 

"That's great, Ro! I'm happy for you!" I said, meaning every word. 

"I'm not quite finished. There were casualties," she laughed, looking down at her chest. "Boobs are mostly fat, so I ended up not having any. Just the wrappers. I finally decided to have them restored to their former glory, and then some," she smiled, shaking her shoulders. Her big tits did their little jiggling, swinging dance on her chest. "Do they work?" 

"Oh fuck yeah!" I moaned. I can't help it... I have a weakness for big tits... bazooms... knockers... hooters. The fact that these ones were my sister's did nothing to lessen my appreciation of their beautiful, full, rounded form. 

"Grazie, pervertito!" she smiled. The 'grazie' I understood, but I didn't like the sound of 'pervert-whatever'. I think I'd just been insulted. It also brought up another question. 

"So what's with the sudden Italian interest? Why Rome now?" 

"Well, I won't pretend that seeing my Big Brother after so many years didn't play a role, but I did want to see Rome. Call it 'two birds with one trip'," she laughed. 

We spent another hour or so catching up. I really missed her. Even as a kid, she was always fun. I had another question. 

"Ro, how long are you here?" I asked. 

"Almost four more weeks," she chirped. "I won't be here, in Rome, the whole time, but I'm using it as my home base."

"Great!" I smiled. "Pack your shit, you're living with me!" 

"What? No! I didn't come here to leech off you!" she shook her head. "Besides, based on last night, I'd say you need your privacy." 

"My apartment has three bedrooms. I'm using one as an office, and one for me. That leaves one empty, and paid for. Actually, paid for by the company. It's their apartment, technically, but my home. As far as privacy goes, the doors work," I said, explaining my thoughts. "Really, I'd love to have you around." 

"I don't know... Are you sure?" she asked, biting her lip. 

"Positive," I said firmly. 

"Okay, roomie... You got it!" She shook my hand energetically, simultaneously shaking her breasts at me. My eyes followed, yet again. 

Damn, she really did look great, but she was my sister, so I tried to keep my lecherous thoughts in check. 

The 'move' went flawlessly. My sister had actually packed pretty light, but admitted that she was planning on taking more home with her than she brought. 

Ro settled in, I gave her a key, and she did her thing, seeing the sights around the Eternal City. I tagged along on the weekend, as I hadn't seen much of the city either. She told me that my presence also cut back on the number of unwanted advances she had to deal with. 

*****

You're pretty much caught up, now. It was on our second weekend together that she walked in on Isabella and I, catching us in the act. 

It was my fault. Ro had been in bed already, her door closed, and I had been distracted by Isabella's tits, anxious to get my hands on them. I had not followed our agreed upon procedure, and I'd left the door unlocked. 

I grabbed my underwear from wherever they had been thrown by Isabella, tugged them on, and chased after my sister. 

"Shit, I'm sorry!" Ro was still saying. 

"It's okay, Sis... My fault, my fault," I said, trying to catch up to her. She was pacing back and forth. I cornered her. "Ro, relax. It was my fault," I repeated, taking her shoulders in my hands, forcing her to look at me. 

She was dressed, but showing a fair bit more cleavage than I'd been presented with before. It took all my strength not to stare at the sexy crease that peeked out of her neckline. She finally smiled, nodded and hugged me. 

"I'm okay," she whispered. She was still nestled in my arms when Tornado Isabella blew into the room, wrapped in a sheet that draped her body like a classical statue of a Michaelangelo goddess 

"Chi cazzo sei tu, puttana? Cosa stai facendo qui? Esci! Prendi il cazzo!" Isabella chattered excitedly, gesturing wildly as was the custom in this part of the world. She was focused on Carolyn, venting her anger and embarrassment with gesticulations that had her struggling to keep the sheet she had commandeered as clothing in place. I was kind of enjoying the floor show, even though I wasn't catching most of her comments. My Italian language skills, non-existent when I had arrived in Rome, had not progressed very far, especially at the pace Isabella was using. She turned her ire on me. 

"Chi è questa cagna? Quante donne si sta nascondendo da me, bastardo?!" she spat. I got the last bit of the sentence. 'Bastardo' didn't really need translating. 

Carolyn got it too, along with the rest of the babbled insults. I had no idea my sister spoke Italian that well. 




When in Rome... Pt. 01



"Zitto, puttana! Non osare parlare con mio fratello in quel modo, o ti calci in culo!" Ro cursed. 

Ah, I thought. Fratello is brother, but I don't think puttana is complimentary. The B word. 

"Fratello? Lei è la sorella?" Isabella stammered. 

"Sì," Carolyn replied. 

"Mi scusi. Mi dispiace," the Italian beauty apologized. 

"Diciamo che dispiace anche a lui, per favore," my sister demanded. Now calmed down, Isabella regained her command of English. 

"I'm sorry, David. I was upset, please forgive my insults," she whispered. She nodded to Ro, and disappeared back into the bedroom. 

"Jeez, Sis... Redhead, lost weight, boob job... Now you suddenly speak Italian, too. Do you have any more surprises for me?" I laughed, looking into her deep, brown eyes. They twinkled back. 

"Maybe, but I'm not going to let the cat out of the bag. They'd hardly be surprises if I did," she giggled. 

Isabella returned, attired again in the sexy little dress that I had so quickly removed on our arrival last night. She perched on her high heels, adjusting her boobs in the confines of her bra, checking herself in the mirror. She was obviously doing it in front of Ro for a reason, flexing her sexual muscle. She walked over, stretched up on tiptoes, and pecked me on the lips. 

"I'll see you at work on Monday," she said in her throaty, smoky voice, wiggling her ass as she left and her fingers in the air. "Ciao." The door closed behind her. 

"See you at work on Monday?" Ro queried. "Really?" 

"Um yeah, well... She's kind of my, um, secretary," I replied contritely. 

"David! You jackass! Talk about a recipe for disaster!" she gasped. "I know it's Italy, but even here that's got to be frowned upon."

"Yeah, it is... But did you see the rack on her?" I laughed, hoping to get control of the situation with humour. It worked, sort of. 

"Whatever," she snickered, waving her hand, "Mine's bigger!" She smiled. "Are we comfortable with underwear only around the house, now, or what?" She glanced down at my crotch, still covered only by my jockeys, while she was fully dressed. 

"Oops! Sorry!" I groaned, dashing off to the bedroom for more appropriate clothing. I returned a few minutes later, to find Ro in the kitchen, drinking a coffee. 

"I know you said it's your fault, but I'm still sorry I interrupted your morning delight," she smiled. "I saw you naked!" she giggled, sing-song style, like a kid. "I saw your woody!" she sang as a second verse. 

"Okay, Ro... don't remind me. You were saying something about going out for breakfast, I believe, when you so rudely interrupted my fun," I said quietly. "Shall we?" 

We did, soon finding a table at a small local ristorante, for a delicious breakfast, or colazione in the parlance of the region. I was enjoying my sister's company greatly, but she was making me crazy. I don't know if she was aware of the luscious display she was giving me, but that beautiful cleavage was there to be ogled, and she made it easier by resting those big boobs of hers on the table edge. The fully rounded curves disappeared into the intriguing shadowy depths between her breasts, and I found myself wondering if its embrace was as soft as it appeared. 

Done with breakfast, we did a slow wander of the neighbourhood. Carolyn was a fan of old architecture, which pretty much described the entire inventory of Rome's buildings. We walked without a plan, and soon found ourselves a long way from home, and totally unprepared for the change in the weather that suddenly darkened the sky. There was very little warning, just a few huge, heavy drops falling loudly on the cobblestones. 

The skies opened up, and we were caught in the middle of a long block of old apartments. No awnings or storefronts to shelter in, it likely wouldn't have made much difference anyway, as we were soaked in seconds. Before my eyes, Ro's t-shirt virtually disappeared, along with the coverage of her bra, as the white fabric of both layers reached saturation. Her large, dark areolas showed clearly, Her hair, a drenched, bedraggled mess, combined with her transparent shirt to give her the appearance of a very sexy drowned rat. 

The deluge continued, and we finally found a doorway deep enough to take partial refuge in. I put Ro deep into the corner of the shallow alcove, and shielded her by turning my back to the pelting rain. It was all very romantic, the damsel in distress being protected by the gallant sacrifice of her suitor, except that Ro was my little sister, and despite physical evidence to the contrary, I still tended to think of her that way. 

She really was beautiful, cuddling against my chest, shivering, with drops of rain clinging to her long eyelashes. The rain started to make me shiver as well, and she wrapped her arms tighter around me, pressing her boobs hard into me, a sensation I couldn't ignore, no matter how much I wanted to. Things started to get crowded in my pants, and I hoped the cold had made her numb, so she wouldn't feel my cock growing against her tummy. At last the rain began to abate, and finally stopped entirely, almost as fast as it had started. The sun peeked out, and the storm was over. 

I held Ro for a few minutes more, but she was the one who stated the obvious. 

"We need to get home, and get out of these wet clothes," she laughed. "Avert your eyes, big brother. I feel naked." She pulled the shirt away from her chest, which hid her nipples, but it was too tight to stay that way, snapping back when she released it. She folded her arms in front, shrugged, and we started back as quickly as we could. 

The walk home took about an hour, during which the sun took the chill off our bodies, and restored a certain amount of opacity to Ro's clothes. I couldn't help noticing that her nipples were still standing up. It had to be the cold, right? 

***

We finally made it home. The late emergence of the sun had dried our clothes slightly, but we both made bee-lines for our rooms to change into something dry. After a full day of sightseeing. I was pooped, but Ro was still quite jacked up, so I suggested a little TV. 

I know that we sometimes call TV 'the boob tube' but in Italy, it's literally true. It's not that unusual to see some woman flashing her breasts on the news, and that's just the anchors, I was watching just such a newscast when Ro came back into the living room. She looked at the screen, where the weather girl was a hairs breadth away from displaying her own mountainous peaks as she reported on the weather front coming in over the Alps. 

"Wow!" she laughed. "Is this the weather network, or a porn channel?" I looked up at her. We had agreed on a dress code for around the apartment, that made wandering around in underwear a no go. What she was wearing covered more than her undies, but was more revealing. She wore a tight, white crop top, with a high neckline, so it covered everything but her midriff, but it was so thin I could see the shadow of her nipples. A pair of snug, yellow shorts hugged her ass. They were stretchy, like a knit material. 

She sat down next to me and cuddled close. While the titillating local TV was good for a laugh, I opted for something we could both understand. Thank god for Netflix, as we quickly found a movie that fit the bill perfectly. I sat back, and Ro pulled her legs up, lounging back against my side. She wrapped my arm around her shoulders over the blanket, resting my hand on her hip, and her hand on mine, fingers intertwined. We watched together like this for an hour or so. 

I must admit, Ro felt really good. I hadn't had a relaxing moment like this with a woman since... well, since that other woman, whose name shall remain unspoken. I'd missed those moments, and it took someone else snuggling in her place to make me realize how much. Her hair was right there, begging to be sniffed and stroked, so I did, and she smelled great. She patted my hand. 

"Can you pause it for a second. I need to go pee," she said quietly, extricating herself from my arm and the covers. She scooted off to the bathroom, and watched her sexy ass wiggle all the way out of sight. 

"Ooooooo boy," I exhaled, "get a grip, Dave... She's your sister, not your secretary." 

When she returned, I was treated to the front view, which was every bit as enthralling as the rear one, although I tried to be a little more subtle with my observance of her jiggling globes. She smiled as she stopped in front of the couch. I expected her to sit, but she instead placed her knee on the cushion, and leaned closer. 

"Don't you want to sit?" I asked, holding the blanket up for her. She leaned in further. 

"Not really," she breathed. Her eyes were flitting around my face, and had a disconcerting look to them. 

"Ro... what are you doing?" I laughed, pulling back, leaning sideways until I ran out of room. 

"Something... " she whispered, now hovering over my body, her face inches from mine, "... that I've wanted to do..." she pressed closer, "... for a very, very long time." She stopped, her lips almost touching mine. 

I was torn. If it had been anyone but my sister... Well, I probably don't need to finish that thought. Her eyes bored into mine, glistening wetly, peeking through the sexy red bangs of her lustrous tresses. She wasn't the sister I remembered. Of course, the sister I remembered was a long time ago, and a long way away. This was a grown woman, with a mind of her own, and a body to die for. 

I pressed forward, and she jerked back, maintaining the gap. I inched up, but she matched me, keeping her lips just out of reach. 

"Ro," I whispered, "You're killing me. Either kiss me, or get off." I put my hand up, gently gripping the back of her neck. "Yes, or no?" I asked, giving her a last chance to withdraw. 

She didn't hesitate again, pressing her lips to mine without a word. The kiss started soft, and slow. She was still bridging her body above mine, but when I pulled gently on her neck, she moaned loudly, parted her lips and pressed the full length of her body against mine. Our tongues tangled, and Ro snorted sharp, excited breaths through her nose. My arms cradled her close, wrapping her tightly, as the heat level of the kiss ramped up rapidly. She was doing her best to swallow my tongue, moaning with delight, and squirming slowly on top of me. I slid my hand down her sides, letting them finally come to rest on the firm cheeks of her ass. 

"David," she whispered, when she came up for air, "I have a confession to make. I said I didn't come here to disrupt your love life, but that might not be entirely true," she said, looking a little guilty. "And, when I said I was just jealous at your wedding, that wasn't quite true, either. I was in love with you," she breathed, her eyes examining mine carefully. "I always have been, since I was a little kid. Back then, of course, it was just a crush... I didn't know what love was. You were an adult and I was just a silly kid, but even when I grew up, I could never get you out of my head." She paused, and I could see in her eyes that she was worried she'd said too much. 

"Go ahead, Ro. I'm listening. You can tell me anything. I'll always love you," I said, trying to soothe her. 

She took a deep breath. 

"I lost all the weight, and I started to feel much better about myself. Guys started to notice me, which I really liked, especially after I had my boobs done, but even though they were eager to be with me, I wasn't thrilled to be with them. It didn't feel the same." Tears were in her eyes. "They weren't you." 

"Then you got divorced," she said, smiling slightly. "I was furious, that anyone would do that to you, and cause you that pain. I was also happy, because I had a chance. The final piece was your transfer. I had to come. I had to try. No one knows us here. No one knows what happens in this apartment, but us."

Her lips were trembling. The little sister I had always tried to protect was terrified, and what hurt me most was that she was terrified of me. Of what I might say that would destroy her world. 

I wasn't ignorant to the gravity of the situation. If we went down this road, there was no going back, literally. We could never go back home as a couple, never let anyone know who we really were, or what we were doing. We would be helped by the fact that we had different surnames ; Mom had hyphenated when she married Dad, so I was a Hathaway, while Carolyn was a Willson. 

But then again, this was Rome, a city with a history of relationships that were at best highly questionable, at worst blatantly and publicly incestuous. Those Emperors had indulged in the family gene pool with full intent, and planning to produce heirs. Still, the Roman empire hadn't crumbled due to three-headed children. 

She was right ; No one would know. Any residual resistance melted away. 

Ro was laying on top of me, waiting for me to say something... anything... to put her out of her misery. I looked into her fear-filled eyes, and said one word, answering the unspoken question that hung in the room. She wanted me. Did I want her? 

"Yes."

The look on her face was just like the one I'd seen that evening when I met her in the bar, except her smile this time was bigger. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me so tight I was worried our love affair would end before it started. She buried her face in my chest and screamed with glee. 

With the crisis past, she finally just relaxed, resting her head on my chest, tickling me with her fingertips, while I stroked her hair with one hand, and fondled her ass with the other. Her voice was soft and sweet when she spoke. 

"David, honey? I brought something sexy to wear to bed. Should I go have a shower and put it on for you?" 

I smiled. "Ro, you don't need any help to be sexy... But I'd love to see what you brought." 

She craned her neck and kissed me again. "I hope you don't mind waiting. I'll be as quick as I can. Shall I meet you in the bedroom?" she asked as she stood. I nodded, and she raced off to her room, reappearing less than a minute later with an armload of stuff. 

"No peeking! No peeking!" she giggled, dashing into the bathroom. The shower started, the door closed, and I was left in a quiet room with my thoughts, hoping we weren't making a mistake. I had a feeling that even if we were, it was going to be a pleasurable one. 

***

I shut off the TV and moved into my, rather our, bedroom. Shit! I thought, I can't sleep with my sister on the same sheets that I fucked my secretary on! And on the same day! 

I ripped the soiled bedding off, stuffing it into the laundry basket, and raced to the closet. Fortunately, there were three sets of sheets, for the three bedrooms, and one set was not being used. I grabbed them and bolted back to the bedroom, making the bed in record time. 

I undressed and climbed into bed, flipping on the small TV for company. I didn't really have long to wait. Ro's voice wafted in from the hallway. 

"Honey? Are you ready?" she called. 

"Oh shit, I hope so," I whispered, to myself, before calling back to her, "All set, baby." 

I looked to the doorway. Her shadow dappled the wall, announcing her approach. At last she stopped, standing in the door frame. 

Words fail me. She was absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in person. Ro had primped herself within an inch of her life. Her hair, freshly washed and curled, cascaded in flaming waves around her pretty features. The long curls tumbled over her shoulders, reflecting highlights of radiant copper. Her lashes batted at me while I sat dumbstruck on the bed, taking in her beauty. My dick reacted, stirring under the sheets. 

"I lied, Ro. I wasn't ready. You're more beautiful than I could ever have imagined," I gasped. "I mean it. Are you sure I'm worthy?" 

"Aww, listen to you! You're so sweet!" she giggled, stepping closer. Her movements brought the rest of her appearance to light. 

The 'something sexy' she had mentioned was very much that ; a black babydoll, combining satin and lace, with a ruffled hem that just obscured her crotch. The halter neckline was deeply cut, almost to her navel, with a red bow across the bustline, holding it closed, or relatively so, over her full breasts. She saw my eyes roaming over her body, and did a quick spin, fast enough to make the ruffles fly up and show her bare behind, with its thong string bisecting the firm flesh. 

"Do you like it?" she whispered, toying with the bow tied across her boobs. 

"Oh my god, Ro... Yes!" I grunted, "Please! Come here! Now!" I had to have her. 

"Well, I don't know," she laughed, getting one more tease in. It was a quick tease. She dove onto the bed, and into my arms. 

I took control, rolling her onto her back, while I rested on my side beside her. We kissed again, although these ones made the kisses we shared in the living room earlier seem like platonic pecks. Her lips tasted like cherries, and were the same colour, my new favourite lip gloss. We both moaned our approval and continued to feast on each other. My right hand moved from her neck down to her breast, squeezing the firm fullness gently. She responded with more ferocity, kissing me harder. She broke away, exhaling a quivering, desperate breath. 

"Oh god, David... I can't take any more of this," she gasped, "I need you... Please, don't make me wait!" 

I plucked at the bow on her chest, which opened her cleavage for my inspection. Ro reached up behind her neck, and untied it there, pushing the flimsy fabric down to her waist, giving me my first full view of her magnificent chest. I was stunned, again. 

"Ro, that doctor wasn't just a surgeon, he was an artist!" I breathed. "They... You... Are perfect!"

"Thank you," she giggled, "and I agree... She was an artist."

Her breasts attracted my lips by some unstoppable unseen force. I kissed her nipples, nuzzling and nibbling the thick, stubby buds, while Ro stroked my hair lovingly. She was mewling softly. 

My right hand slid slowly down from her breast, across her tummy, to her satin covered pussy. As if by magic, her legs spread slightly, allowing my hand to caress her. She was hot, her pussy radiating the heat of arousal, and I made the decision to move down her body. Ro had other ideas. 

She pushed me off her, and rolled out of bed, quickly but carefully shedding her lingerie. She immediately rejoined me in bed, but she had a hungry look in her eyes. She pulled the sheets off, and moaned as my naked body was revealed. My dick was standing at attention. 

"Ah, there it is!" she giggled. She crawled up between my legs with feline grace, stopping with her face inches from the object of her interest. She cupped my balls gently with one hand, and cradled my erection with the other. "Such a nice, big, hard cock! I'm going to enjoy introducing you to my wet, little kitty. I bet you'll make me cum reeeeeeeeeal good!" she purred, rubbing her pretty face against my dick. 

"First, though," she whispered, grinning up at me, "I'd like to suck every drop of hot, sticky cum you can give me down my throat, if that's okay with your master?" She smiled, and ran her tongue up the side of my shaft, in a long slow slurp, like licking a stick of candy. I groaned. Not only did it feel incredible, the sight of her pink taster and cherry red lips on my dick was one of the most erotic visions of my life. She repeated the process, over and over, from all sides of my hard cock, driving me crazy. I was moaning loudly. 

"I didn't hear an answer," she whispered, licking again. "Vuoi che a succhiare il cazzo?"

Fuck! I knew I should have stuck with Rosetta Stone! 'Succhiare' sounds like suck... I'll bet she's asking if I'd like her to suck my cock. That I understand. 

"Yes... Um, I mean 'Si, per favore'... Fuck, Ro, is this really the time for a lesson in Italian?! Suck my cock, please!" I groaned, squirming under her attention. 




When in Rome... Pt. 01



"Just giving you an incentive!" she giggled, and plunged her mouth over the head. Those plump red lips stretched wide around the thickness of my shaft, sliding slowly down the length. Visually, it was astounding, and I watched my sister's mouth pleasure me like none had ever done before. My cock was a little more than any woman I'd ever been with could handle, orally. Longer and thicker than the norm, most girls just sucked what they could fit in, usually a bit more than half, which felt great, but as Ro's lips reached desperately for my pubes, I finally knew the bliss of being deep throated. Oh my god! I almost spewed right then. Ro gagged, and backed off. 

She stroked my shaft, dripping with her saliva, and joined to her lips by a string of spit, while she caught her breath. Her eyes were teary from gagging, but she was nothing if not determined. 

"Fuck, that's a big, thick cock! I almost had it... So close! I'm gonna get this monster down my throat yet!" 

Ro parted her lips again, and did as promised. I felt her throat swallowing, opening and letting my tool slide the last fractions of an inch down. Her lips buried in my pubic hair, her tongue tickled the base of my cock. She moaned in triumph, and bobbed her head, fucking me with her mouth. Every half dozen stokes she'd go to full depth again, then take a breath by shortening the length of her movements. 

Already the best blowjob I'd ever had in my 31 years on the planet, Ro had one last trick up her sleeve, or perhaps I should say, up my ass. One of her fingertips began to rub little circles around my butt hole, occasionally plucking the tight little ring, and finally insinuating itself past the muscular threshold. She didn't go very deep, but she didn't have to, because the anal stimulation was just the cherry on top. Her mouth was the main event, and I was going to explode in it. 

"Oh fuck, Ro, that's it baby! Suck my cock! I'm gonna fucking cum so hard in your mouth, baby! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Aghhhh! Yes!... Cumming! FUUUUCK!" 

Her nose was pressed hard against my pubic bone, and I sent several rockets of hot, thick semen straight into her belly. She held her breath and swallowed, gulping loudly, taking everything I had. 

It's a good thing I was already laying down, because I would have been anyway. There's no way I could have stood up through that orgasm. My whole body was shaking. 

Ro gave my spent dick a few more deep sucks, cleaning up the residue of semen and saliva, then pulled her mouth off with a pop. She curled up on her side, still between my legs, catching her breath. It took a minute or two, before she crawled up beside me. She brought the covers with her, tucking me in and pulling my head to her chest. We laid there in silence for several minutes more. At last, the post-orgasmic fog lifted from my brain, and I could speak. 

"My god, Ro... That was the most incredible... How?... When?... Who?" I babbled. I said I could speak. I didn't say it would be eloquent. 

"How did I learn to suck cock like that?" she laughed, getting the general idea. 

"Um yeah... What you said," I replied, my head still spinning. 

"Well, just because I was fat, didn't mean I wasn't horny. As soon as I turned eighteen, I, um, had lots of practice. High school boys don't last very long, but they're eager," she explained with a shrug. "What can I say? I was a slut. A horny, cocksucking slut. No one wanted to fuck me, but they were lined up for my blowjobs." She moved so that I could see directly into her eyes. 

"Understand me clearly," she whispered, kissing me, "I was a slut... Past tense. I'm yours now. No one else's. I said I loved you, and I meant it." She kissed me again. "Now... If you want me to be your slut," she grinned, "I'd be happy to comply."

Having my own personal slut, especially one with big, yummy tits, great legs, and sexy red hair, was sounding very appealing, certainly if that blowjob was any indication of her future skills. I would have loved to just climb aboard and fuck the shit out of her, but my dick was comatose for now. Perhaps I could find something else to do, to kill time, while my penis recovered. 

Hmmm... What to do? 

I ducked under the sheet, and Ro giggled, knowing where I was going. She laid back and spread her thighs wide, making room for me. Trapped under the covers, her scent was unmistakably that of a highly aroused pussy. She rolled the blankets back so she could watch me, and so I could see what I was doing. 

My sister's pussy was very pretty. Shaved bare, of course... lest the carpet be found to differ from the drapes... her labia were a dark rose colour, thin and tight, with just a hint of butterfly wings on the inner lips. Those lips gapped open enough to allow the pale pink of her inner folds to peek out, and show just how wet she was. A little trickle of her oily secretions was oozing slowly toward her similarly coloured and equally pretty rear entrance I used two fingers to spread the lips slightly at the top... There it was. About the size and colour of a small pink pearl, Ro's little clitoris stood up to be noticed. 

Finished with my visual inspection, I licked her from asshole to clit, in one long motion. She tasted as good as she looked and smelled. Ro sucked in a startled breath, then moaned softly. 

"Mmmm hmmm, that's it baby... I love a firm tongue on my pussy. Lick me... Lick me and make me fly," she whispered. 

It's only fair that I return the favour. I went to town, snaking my tongue between, around, and over her delicious folds. She groaned, and her hips twitched, pressing her moist slit harder against my mouth. I listened... to her sounds of enjoyment, little pants, squeals and moans that told me if I was on the right track. Mostly, l listened to her body, feeling when my probing tongue caused a telltale twinge, flex or shudder. 

She hissed, wriggling her hips again, and putting her hand on the back of my head. I had found her sweet spot, and now I concentrated on it. 

"Oh god! Lick my fucking cunt, big brother!" she groaned. 

I was in no hurry. I needed time to recover anyway, and I wanted to give her a long slow buildup, so I mentally bookmarked her most responsive areas, and went back to enjoying my exploration of her body. 

I caressed Ro's thighs with both hands, sampling the smooth, firm, muscular curves. I lifted her legs, pressing them back to her chest, and opening her wider. She sensed my plan and willingly grasped her legs behind the knees, pulling them back and open even more. Her pussy and ass were now available for comfortable exploitation. 

I just couldn't resist giving her cute, tight little starfish a few probing licks. I'm sure there would come an occasion where that sexy back door would be stuffed full of my cock, but it wouldn't be tonight. Still, that didn't mean I would completely ignore her ass. 

I licked around her labia gently, following the soft creases from bottom to top, doing little circles around her eager little clit every time I was in the neighbourhood. Ro moaned softly, enjoying the routine, but she gasped when I slid my fingertip into the bottom edge of her pussy. Her lips opened to admit my intruding digit as I probed deeper into her warm, wet recess, while my tongue fluttered softly around her clitoris. She was like a saturated sponge, oozing honey every time I plunged my finger into her. 

I added a second finger, giving her a preview of what I planned to do to her once my cock had resumed full functionality. Ro's legs shook, but she held them tightly in place, displaying herself for me to pleasure her. 

I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit, receiving a long hiss of encouragement from her, but she whimpered in protest when I withdrew my fingers. Of course, she didn't know what I had in mind. 

Her clit now took the full brunt of my attention, as I sucked and licked the little pink nub with gentle fury. My fingertips, slick with her juices, began to tease her asshole, plucking the rim and rubbing over the tight, puckered opening. 

"Oh god, David... Yes! That's it! I'm gonna cum so huge!" she moaned, undulating her hips and trying to press her ass onto my fingers. I pushed, and one digit slipped past her muscular rim, dipping into her anus. "Oh yes! Finger my ass! Deeper! Finger my ass and suck my clit!" 

Well, as a certain TV character was heard to say so often, 'I love it when a plan comes together'. I gently pistoned her asshole with one finger while mercilessly assaulting her pussy with my lips and tongue. Ro let out a long, continuous groan of satisfaction, her pitch rising and falling like a sexual siren. A quiver shook her voice, building as she neared her peak. Her ass clutched at my finger, trying to pull it deeper, obviously enjoying the stimulus. Who knew my sister was so anal?

Ro's ass clamped on my finger, and she shrieked, but held her legs in place. I kept my lips on her clit, licking and sucking as she came, gushing hot honey into my mouth. It was delicious, and I kept lapping it up, pushing her into a second orgasm, which proved too much for her grip. Her legs draped over my shoulders, and she twisted her body, writhing in ecstasy. Her shriek had moved into the frequency range that only canines could hear, so now her mouth gaped open in a mute expression of glee. At last, her body relaxed, and she flopped back on the bed, gasping for air, slowly returning to a colour less befitting a pomegranate. 

I wiped my chin, and sat up, watching her trying to catch her breath. Her eyes appeared to be having trouble focusing as she looked up at me, yet another indication that I had accomplished my desired goal to give her as much pleasure as she had given me.  

"Okay," she panted, "who told you to do that to my ass? That was so intense!" 

Her blowjob had taken the edge off my urges, but my dick had recovered, hard and ready for action again. I was glad we hadn't just fucked each other in a furious flurry of hormones. We'd have plenty of time for uncontrollable ravishing and desperate gratification. I wanted our first time together to be something special, and unique, something we could look back on with fond memories. I was sure I'd never forget the feel of her mouth on my cock, and I hoped I'd given her a memorable first orgasm with my tongue. Now I wanted to make love to her... slowly, gently, lovingly. 

Ro's eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly. I watched her beautiful face, so serene and peaceful, as I rolled into position between her thighs. Her pussy was pouting open now, giving me a more receptive target for my cock, and I pressed the head into the gap between her engorged lips. 

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she smiled. Her arms came up around my shoulders, and her legs lifted to give me maximum access. Her voice was barely a whisper, but spoke loud and clear . 

"I've waited my whole life for this, David. Take me, darling. Make love to me, please," she breathed, looking into my eyes. "I know we can't tell what the future will hold. I don't expect you to love me the way I Love you. I've had a bit of a head start," she smiled, "but for tonight, at least, I hope I can be your perfect woman, and satisfy ever need you have." 

She was my sister, and as such I already loved her. Now she was giving herself, heart and soul, to me, and me alone. I couldn't help but feel that tugging at my own heart. 

Carolyn hugged me close, pulling me into her slowly. Her pussy was so warm, wet, and welcoming that I slid in easily. She let out a little gasp of pleasure, and her mouth gaped open, but her eyes never left mine. She moaned softly when I finally filled her totally, and ground her hips up into mine, not wanting even the smallest fraction of my erection to be left out. 

"There," she giggled, "just like I knew it would be... a perfect fit! Oh, so good!" 

We began a gentle rhythm, rocking back and forth while caressing each other, kissing softly, and whispering attestations of our love. Ro felt so right in my arms. Since Kate had cheated, I'd had no real problem finding a willing partner to satisfy my physical needs, but no one who would or could meet my emotional ones. Ro was ready, willing and able to meet both. 

She was right about the fit, as well... her pussy gripped the entire length of my shaft in a velvety embrace, soft yet snug. Every time I pressed my cock in, her feminine folds yielded smoothly, rippling sensations of bliss wrapping around my hard meat. Ro pulled away from my lips and panted up at me, urging me on with quiet words of direction. 

"Fuck me, David... I'm yours... Fuck me good!"

A good changeup makes the fastball more effective, so I was changing things up every minute. My sister seemed to like it, not knowing when gentle, caring loving would give way to hard, frenzied fucking, and back again. She grunted and groaned under my body, gripping my ass with both hands and holding tight. 

I rolled us over gently, putting Ro on top, where she slowly rose and fell on my shaft. She tucked her hips and squeezed with each upward stroke, pulling on my cock until she reached the top, where she relaxed her pussy and pressed down. I could see the pleasure written all over her face. Her mouth ajar, she emitted little squeals of joy, riding me, driven by the need to satisfy the burning desire within. 

From below, I watched her big, beautiful breasts bounce and ripple with her movements. It was mesmerizing, and Ro saw me watching, leaning forward to dangle her quivering flesh in my face. Her stiff nipples grazed my lips several times, before I succeeded in capturing one of the delightfully erect nubs, latching on and suckling dutifully. She growled, and commenced a hard grinding of her clit against my pubic bone, gasping sharply as she neared her orgasm. It didn't take long. I released her nipple, replacing my lips with a pinching grasp on both of them. 

"That's it, Ro," I encouraged, "cum for me, baby! You like my cock inside your hot, wet cunt, don't you?" 

"Oh, you're so fucking right!" she moaned, undulating her hips. "You're gonna make me cum again!" I gave her pointy nips a little tweak, and she groaned, hanging her head back. "Shit! Harder! Pinch them harder! I love it!" I complied, and her body started to jerk and spasm as waves of pleasure hit her. She kept her head thrown back, mouth open in a mute scream of ecstacy, gasping squeaky little breaths while she continued to crush her clit against me. Finally, her body sated, she tipped her head forward, glaring at me with a look of grateful delight through the disarray of her sex-tangled bangs. She leaned down, resting her big boobs on my chest, and pressing her lips to mine. 

"I think I was wrong about you," she whispered between kisses. She caressed my face gently. "You're even better than I hoped! You may have ruined me for anyone else." 

I rolled us on our sides, facing each other, still inside her, and started to gently shaft her again. 

"I'm not done yet, darling," I whispered, cupping her breast in my hand. She let her shoulders twist open, putting both her big tits on display for me, jiggling with each stroke of my cock into her dripping pussy. That motion encouraged me further, providing incentive to fuck her harder. Soon I was drilling her fervently, and her magnificent rack was swinging and dancing in time to my thrusting hips. 

"God, David... Your cock feels so good!" she hissed. "Please, fuck me hard! Fuck me, and cum in my pussy! Let me feel your hot seed filling me up!" 

I smiled at her, and kissed her again, before pulling out. I rolled her flat on her back, then hooked her legs over my arms, folding them back against her chest. Ro groaned, and I felt her hands gripping my slippery shaft, guiding it back into her needy crevice, a place I was more than happy to return to. She wanted me to cum inside her, so I dispensed with the loving treatment of her body, opting for complete ravishing instead, and shifting into high gear immediately. 

"O-oh fu-uu-ck D-aaa-vi-d, y-es-sss!" she gasped as I pounded her twat. "Fu-uu-ck me!" 

Ro's pussy gushed juices, soaking my balls, and I kept spearing her eagerly. Her pussy was working its magic, and a familiar warm tingle took residence in my belly, announcing the approach of my climax. I continued, fucking her as hard as I could, filling the room with the sharp, rhythmic 'slap' of flesh on flesh.

I was slamming down into her cunt now, driving her into the bed under my weight each time. She was moaning loudly, and staring up into my eyes with a look that told me to do it, to flood her honeypot with hot cum. That look was enough to light the fuse, and I gave her a final few desperate thrusts before I exploded deep inside her. Her eyes lit up as she felt my cock twitch and spew, and she smiled widely. 

"Oh fuck, that's it baby! Squirt your juice in my cunt!" she hissed, holding me close. "So good... So good!" 

I released her legs, and she wrapped her body around mine, cooing in my ear and stroking my hair. My exhausted cock began to shrivel, and I rolled off my sister. Just before I collapsed beside her, I saw a glob of my cum oozing slowly out of her abused, gaping vagina. The sight was more erotic than anything I'd ever seen ; my cum... my sister's pussy... an incestuous creampie, made more exciting when Ro dipped her fingers into her twat, scooping up some of the gooey, white jizz, and transferring it to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean and went back for more, sounding like she'd discovered the most delicious substance on earth. 

She was, as she'd said, a slut... but now she was my slut, willing to do anything to please me, an idea that I was really starting to like. 

Ro cuddled up next to me, nestled in my arms with her big boobs pressed hard against me, and quickly fell asleep, snoring softly. I listened to her breathing, smelling her hair, caressing her soft skin, and daydreaming about many future nights feeling the same things I was feeling now. Sister or not, Ro made me happy. Very happy. 

Daydreaming soon gave way to dreaming of the nocturnal variety, as I joined her in slumber. 

***

I was in the kitchen, making coffee. Last night had been the most memorable experience of my life, with this morning's delightful wakeup session high on the list as well. I was ruminating over that fact while I waited for the brewing to finish. When it did, I poured two cups, put them on a small tray, and carried them back to the bedroom. As I neared the doorway, I heard Ro's voice. 

"Yes, Mom, I'm having a great time," she said happily. "David? Yes I've seen him..." she paused as I stopped in the doorway, and smiled. I was naked, so her words were ironic. "... and he's fine. I'm thinking about extending my stay a little bit... Yes... Yeah, I've met someone here, and he's... Yes, he's very nice, and he's shown me lots of things I never thought I'd see... Well Mom, he's actually a lot like David..." she winked, "... Tall, handsome..." she covered the mouthpiece, "nice big dick." She mouthed 'wow' as she uncovered the receiver, "Yes, I think you'd like him."

I listened as she talked casually to our Mother, all the while laying naked in my bed. One long sensuous leg was uncovered, all the way to her waist, where the rumpled sheet interrupted the view for a few vital inches, piled up against the smooth, lower curves of her breasts. The fabric spilled over, covering one breast completely, while the other was enticingly bare. Her erect nipple peeked out from under the tousled strands of her deep red locks, hair she twirled playfully around her finger as she spoke. Her eyes sparkled at me from across the room. She was truly beautiful, and right or wrong, for now at least, she was mine. 

"Well, I should go Mom, before this call costs a fortune... Yes, I'll tell him you love him, if I see him. Bye Mom," she said, rubbing her ear as she pressed to off button on her phone. "Mom says Hi," she giggled. 




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"Did I hear right? You're staying?" I asked as I delivered her coffee. 

"Well, if you'll... have... me," she whispered, batting her eyelashes. "I thought I'd stick around until you got tired of me," she added with a playful pout. "At the very least, maybe I can keep you from getting fired for sexual harassment... for a while, anyway." 

Ro laughed, and beckoned me with a smoky, come hither look. 

"Posso prega di succhiare il cazzo, cara mia?" she purred. 

The last time she said something like that, 'yes', or rather 'si', was the decidedly correct and delightful response, so I went with that. 

"Si," I replied... but in the interest of future conversation, I would be resuming my Italian language lessons Monday morning. 

Right after I told Isabella we were through. 

Oh boy. 

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When in Rome... Pt. 02



David and his sister Ro are back, for part two of their Italian adventure 

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Monday morning arrived, not that I would know. My sister had literally fucked me unconscious the night before, riding me until I was as firm as a damp dish rag, and as coherent as.... well, I wouldn't know, as I was zonked out. 

Ro, ever the loving, caring one, took full responsibility for my state of being. She revived me in the morning with a rousing session of mouth-to-dick resuscitation, which was a wonderful way to wake from the highly erotic dreams that filled my sleep. Of course, the effects of that resuscitation were temporary, as she sucked me to another head-spinning orgasm, swallowing my protein smoothie happily as her pre-breakfast snack. I was trying to recoup my lost senses when she snuggled up beside me again, fixing me with those beautiful green eyes of hers. 

"Good morning, Sweetheart," she whispered, pressing her soft lips to mine in a gently demanding kiss, one that I answered without hesitation. She rested her firm breasts on my chest, and gave me another playful look. "I guess I've had my fun, both last night and this morning," she giggled, licking her lips, "so the least I can do is make you breakfast. Bacon? Eggs? A side order of horny redhead?"

"I think that sounds good," I replied, the fog lifting from my brain, "but I might need to save the horny redhead for later," I laughed. "Just keep it hot, and fresh for me. I'll eat it when I get home from work." 

"Ooooooo, that sounds like a great idea!" she moaned, rolling out of bed and wiggling her butt to the doorway, where she paused, and turned to face me again. "Keeping it hot won't be any trouble at all, and it's always fresh," she said, dipping a finger into her damp kitty and tasting the resulting wet digit, "and delicious." She smiled broadly, winked, and disappeared out the door. 

When I stood, the residual effects of Ro's intense affections hit me hard, in the form of a head-rush that almost felled me like a tree on the way to the shower. Damn, she was insatiable, and my feelings for her intensified my own reaction to her body, to the point where the satisfaction she was providing was truly earth shattering. I ran the shower a little colder than usual, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head. The strategy was as successful as I could have hoped, bringing me back from the walking dead. I dressed, and joined Ro in the kitchen. 

"Let's, see," she said as I walked up behind her, "if I recall correctly, you prefer your eggs 'over hard', no sexual commentary intended." She smiled at me brightly. She'd put a short robe on, apparently not wanting to risk hot bacon fat near her sensitive nipples. 

"That's right..... Good memory, Ro," I replied, returning the smile as she put the plate in front of me, and sat across the table in front of her own meal. We chit-chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes, while I ate and watched her do the same. She was incredibly sexy, and I was undeniably very lucky to have her here with me, wanting to take a place at my side, in my bed as well as my life. "So, my darling sister.... what's your plan for today? Where are you headed? What old crumbling buildings are you going to explore?" I asked as I put my plate in the sink. 

"Well," she laughed, "I don't know about crumbling buildings.... I'll play that by ear. Shopping. I'm going shopping. I think I need a new dress, to drive my new boyfriend," her eyes flitted over my face, "and all the local men, crazy with desire." She smiled confidently. "I'll bet I can find something here to fill the bill." 

"I'm not taking that bet. The thought of you in some tiny, little, Italian designed piece of couture.... I can't wait to see that," I said quietly, then exhaled slowly. "I have to deal with Isabella. It should be interesting." 

"Ah, yes. Good luck with her. You're okay with giving her up, right?" Ro asked, touching my hand. "Do you have feelings for her?" 

"Ro, sweetie, you are the only one I have feelings for," I replied. "Isabella? She was just a very well built ship that passed in the night..... and the next morning. The real complication with her is that she knows who you are."

"Yes. That is, unfortunately, my fault. I'm sorry. Of course, at the time I blurted that out, I didn't know I was going to get up the courage to tell you how I felt about you," she whispered, stepping into my arms. Her lips found mine again. "Now that I have, I want to be crystal clear ; I Love You."

"I Love You too, Carolyn," I breathed, holding her close. 

***

The Rome office was just off a typically ancient piazza, cobblestones as far as the eye could see, with a small fountain across the street. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I hoped it would be the first one of my new life... the one that included my darling Ro. The only apparent speed bump was a gorgeous brunette one. 

The building the company was housed in was old, not exactly unusual in the Eternal City. It had started life as an ancient block of apartments, undergoing minor changes inside to allow for better use in its new life as a corporate office. Still, it was a warren of hallways and smallish rooms, and I had gotten lost a few times early after my arrival here. That's actually how I met Isabella in the first place. She was, at the time, part of the secretarial pool, and thought it was cute that I needed a guide to find my own workplace. Once I settled in, I drafted her as my personal assistant and secretary, and over months of time, things just escalated to the point where she had actually asked me out for drinks. 

One thing led to another, which culminated in the two of us staggering, in an alcohol-induced moment of weakness, into my bedroom. Clothing flew, kisses were exchanged, and we fucked each other into oblivion. 

The next morning, Ro walked in on us, and set in motion the events that led to now. 

I rounded the corner and turned into my office, which had been a single bedroom apartment at one time. Now it was a three room complex, with a small bathroom and a larger sitting area outside my desk area. Walking into the room, I found Isabella at her desk in the sitting area, smirking at me as I passed. I sat at my own desk for a minute or two before I buzzed her. 

When I looked up, she was walking into the room. No, that's not quite right..... She was bouncing into the room. Jiggling, swinging, swaying.... definitely without the constraints of a bra. Two bullet points showed through her blue silk blouse, confirming both her excitement and lack of supporting garment. Her long brown hair swung with her steps, framing her face and enhancing her sultry looks. If it wasn't for Ro, I'd certainly be happy to continue a detailed exploration of Isabella's luscious body for the foreseeable future. And if my grandmother had wheels she'd be a wagon. Ro was my girl, now, and that was that. 

One small glitch in the plan... Isabella didn't know that I was taken, yet. She closed the door as she came in, and when she turned back to me, two more buttons of her blouse had 'somehow' come undone, laying her deep cleavage open for viewing. She swung her hips more suggestively, coming around my desk while tugging her skirt up slightly. 

"Buongiorno, David. I'm very horny, today, thanks to your sister's interruption," she purred, sitting on the desk in front of me. A blue satin thong peeked out from between her thighs. 

"Yes, well, about tha...." was as far as I made it before Isabella was in my lap, her lips cutting me off, mid-sentence. She wiggled her rump into my crotch, and pulled one of my hands onto her silk-covered breast. She held her hand over mine, keeping me from releasing her full, firm boob, forcing me to fondle her. Okay, maybe 'forcing' is a bit of a stretch.... My hand did what it did naturally when filled with a beautiful woman's breasts. My lips did, too, kissing her back, despite the part of my brain that had continued to explain to her, internally, my intention to end our relationship, as though she hadn't interrupted me. 

Most damningly, my dick reacted as though it didn't get the memo from my brain at all, stiffening under her firm ass, not unnoticed by Isabella. She moaned quietly, deftly slipping off my lap without breaking away from my lips. Her hands quickly worked to unbuckle, unbutton, and open my pants. She reached in, and extracted my semi-hard cock, pumping it manually to near full erection before she finally ended the kiss. 

My brain didn't have time to reboot, and restart the conversation. She was on her knees in seconds, and had my tool fully engulfed before I could say anything. Isabella bobbed her head enthusiastically in my lap, providing sensations that effectively short circuited the connection between my brain and my voice. If you don't believe me, you try having a meaningful discussion while getting a really good blow job..... It's a lot harder than it sounds. 

I remember thinking that this would not be a good time for my boss to pop in for a meeting. Thankfully, the door remained closed, no one knocked, and no one called. The only sound was the wet, slurping soundtrack of Isabella's lips and mouth sucking me like her life depended on it... and me moaning my begrudging enjoyment of it. 

While she was no Ro when it came to deep throating my shaft, she was a strong second, close enough that I was nearly ready to squirt my load. She kept up her oral assault, until I could resist no longer.... not that resistance was high on my list of emotions. Isabella's mouth was heavenly, and I watched her angelic expression change to devilish delight as I sprayed the tonsils with hot cum. She sucked, and swallowed, gulping down my discharge until there was nothing left to suck but an empty tank and a softening, exhausted piece of my male anatomy. 

My sexy, brunette secretary stood up, wiped her lips of stray semen, and smiled at me. She adjusted her blouse, redoing a few buttons to make herself presentable, and smoothed her skirt. Walking to the door, she turned, blew me a kiss, and left without a word. 

"Yes," I breathed, finally able to form words, "As I was saying.... I think we should, um, see other, um... people." Better late than never, but it would be much more effective if the other half of the conversation was in the room. I tucked myself back into my pants, and laid my head back, watching the ceiling spin clockwise. She really did know how to please a man. 

Now I just needed to get her to please some other man besides me. If I was successful, someone would be happy to have her, but I had the feeling that it wasn't going to go easily. Isabella's considerable passion virtually guaranteed bloodshed, figuratively I hoped, but I wasn't ruling out the literal sense. 

The rest of the day was a waste. Isabella was very pleased with herself, and I was trying to avoid her, if at all possible, as I didn't think I could handle her in the wake of her earlier attentions. I could hardly do the breakup routine right after she'd given me such a great treat that morning, and that made me feel doubly guilty. 

***

I got home to find Ro pretty much where I left her, in the kitchen. Since we were now intimate, previous dress code restrictions were superseded, and clothing was optional. She was dressed, sort of, wearing a tiny red thong, and a candy-striped red and white t-shirt at least three sizes too small for her big melons. Stretched as skin tight as it was, the shirt and the normally parallel lines of the pattern were bent by the spectacular curves of her breasts, making her contours even more obvious and astounding. 

I stole up behind her and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass in both hands. She giggled, and turned to face me, both arms around my neck. Those green eyes gave me a loving look, then a questioning one. She knew. 

"So, how'd she take it?" Ro asked, cutting directly to the chase. 

"Huh?" I replied, playing dumb, trying to avoid the subject. I'd been working on what to tell my sister all day, and none of the versions I had come up with would work. 

"Nice try, knucklehead," she laughed, seeing right through me. "Let me refresh your memory ; Your secretary, Isabella.... You remember her, right? About 5' 5", 120, brown hair, brown eyes, nice tits, D cups I'd say, from what I saw. You were going to have a conversation with her. Ring any bells?"

"Um, yeah, it does," I answered. "It didn't go exactly as planned." I was trying not to look at her, as though that wasn't easily noticed, and correctly interpreted, by her. 

"Uh huh," she grunted, hauling herself up to sit on the counter and crossing her arms. She stared me down. "Define 'not exactly as planned'." 

There was nothing unreasonable about her reaction. She had bared her soul to me, confessing her love, and I had accepted it. My part of the deal had been to sever the relationship with Isabella, and I hadn't done so. Okay, I had intended to, but I'd let myself get derailed too easily. I needed to be stronger, tomorrow, and I had to be honest right now. 

"I'm sorry Ro.... I tried to tell her, but she, um.... she wasn't listening." I looked at my sister ; she didn't look angry, just a little disappointed. She was still listening. 

"Okay," I continued, "here's exactly what happened..." I said, and proceeded to lay out the whole thing. I told Ro what she was wearing, what she wasn't wearing, what she did, how she did it.... Everything. I would have confessed to the Kennedy assassination if I thought it would have helped. When I looked up at my redheaded darling, she was smiling wryly. 

"So, she hit you right where you think, huh?" Ro giggled, hopping off the counter and stepping over to hug me. "Do you want me to take care of her? I'm sure I could take her!" she smiled, taking a boxing stance and throwing a couple of jabs. I laughed. 

"I'm sure you would! Not much of a contest," I said. "No, I'll do it. Give me another chance?" 

"Baby, take as many chances as you need.... As long as you're sure about us. If it's because you like her, then we need to reevaluate things. I told you I love you, and I meant it. If you have any doubts... If you have feelings for her, then tell me now and I'll back off, but I won't be 'the other woman' in a triangle. Please, just don't break my heart." She let those words hang in the air, and walked quietly out of the kitchen. I heard the door to her room open, and close. 

Ouch. 

***

The silence was deafening. 

She was right. I would not put her in the middle... and I absolutely would not break my sister's heart. 

Did I have feelings for Isabella? Well, yes, but they were definitely more toward the 'lust' end of the scale, not the 'love' end. Even if it came down to choosing between her and Carolyn on purely physical merits, and the resulting pleasure I took in enjoying those merits, there was no contest. Add the emotional factors, that I only felt with my sister, and the debate was over. Ro won, hands down. 

Had the blowjob been the only thing that stopped me from dealing with Isabella? Or was I having trouble with the whole 'trust and commitment' end of another relationship, after my ex-wife had betrayed me? If so, who could I trust more than my sister? Looking back, I knew that she was being honest when she said she'd always loved me. We had always been happy around each other, nosey interruptions notwithstanding. I loved her too. 

In the light of day, the decision almost made itself. 

***

I stood outside Ro's door. There was nothing but silence coming from within her room. If she was asleep, then knocking would wake her, and I felt guilty enough as it was. Instead, I very carefully levered the handle, which wasn't locked, and opened the door a few inches. I peeked in quietly. 

My darling Ro was laying on her side, eyes closed, looking every bit as angelic as I felt she was. Her red mane spread across the pillow in waves of crimson, matching her full pouty lips. Laying on her side like she was, those massive tits rested on top of each other, looking very round and enticing as they moved slightly with her gentle breathing. I watched her for a minute or so, opening the door slightly wider. 

It squeaked. 

Her eyes never opened, but she wasn't asleep. 

"Why don't you just come in and say what's on your mind?" she asked, still with eyes closed. When she did open them, those deep green orbs sparkled at me. "Seriously.... You've obviously been thinking, so what's the verdict? Please come talk to me." She moved back a little, making room for me on the pillow, and reached up with one hand, waving me closer. "Please?" 

I stepped in and laid on my side facing her. 

Ro batted her eyelashes, looking deep into my eyes, and waiting patiently for me to speak. 

"I'm sorry I let you down," I began. "Circumstances aside, I have no doubt about who I want to be with. You are the only one for me." When I said that, she sighed, and inched closer, until her lips were again just a hairs breadth away from mine. I started to say something else, but her finger appeared from nowhere, and pressed against my lips, silencing me. 

"David, I don't need to hear any more.... Shut up and kiss me," she purred. 

Sometimes talking is overrated, and this was one of those times. I covered the fractions of an inch between us in one move, contacting her soft lips with mine in a gentle, loving embrace that told her how I felt about her. She responded in kind, letting me know all was well. 

What started as an apologetic kiss quickly became something else entirely, as Ro pushed me over onto my back and crawled atop my chest. Her lips began to have a rapacious hunger to them, desperately urging me to return her passion. I found it most pleasant to comply. Her body melted sensually into my arms, and she moaned softly as I caressed and fondled her ass. I loved her big tits. Trust me on this, they were... in my humble but expert opinion... among the best and most beautiful I'd ever seen, but her ass was no slouch either. So strong, firm and muscular, it had the perfect balance of classic shape with modern athleticism.

Ro told me her exercise of choice in college, during her weight loss, was swimming, and it showed. Her body was a series of smoothly connected, hydrodynamic curves, interrupted only by the later addition of her boobs. I imagine watching her in the pool must have been rather enjoyable. 

The kiss continued, until she finally pulled away. 

"As far as I'm concerned," she whispered, gazing at me closely, "the subject is closed. I trust you to do whatever is necessary to deal with her, and don't want to talk about it, anymore." She laughed. "I don't envy you, but I'd like to hear about it after you're done." 

She sat up across my hips and looked down at me, grinning playfully. Crossing her arms over her chest, she peeled the shirt off over her head, freeing her pretty tits with a dramatic flourish. 

"Care for a quickie before dinner?" Ro giggled. 

"Hmmmm," I smiled back, "perhaps I could be persuaded. What did you have in mind?" 

Within minutes, she had divested me of all my clothes, and was humming happily while sucking my cock deep into her sensual mouth. She really did seem to have a thing for blowjobs, and a talent for them as well, another reason for me to consider myself lucky. This time, however, she was just warming me up for the main course. 

Satisfied that I was stiff enough to be useful, she clambered back up to straddle my lap again, tugging her thong aside and guiding my dick into her moist opening without delay. She wiggled her hips back and forth as she impaled herself, groaning and looking down into my eyes. 




When in Rome... Pt. 02



"There you go," she hissed, finally reaching capacity and grinding her pussy firmly against me. "Fuck, your cock feels good inside me! So big, and hard..... I Love it!"

Ro placed her soft hands on my chest, and leaned forward a little, starting a rapid, staccato rhythm of strokes with her hips. She tilted her head forward, hanging her lustrous locks like a curtain around us, and smiling at me. I let her have her fun, fucking herself on my cock with obvious enjoyment, while I watched the show from what was undoubtedly the best seat in the house. Audience participation is encouraged, so I gently held her jiggling breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over the stiff nipples at the tips.

"Mmmm, your hands feel nice, but your lips would be better," she moaned, still skewering herself frantically. She leaned over a bit further, and pressed her firm globes into my face, letting me latch onto a nipple without contorting my body. "Mmmm hmmm, that's good... Suck my tits, baby! Suck them hard!" 

As you wish, my darling. I switched back and forth, suckling one puckered areola and pinching the other, then reversing the pattern, all the while listening to Carolyn's moaning appreciation of my attention. 

Ro's breathing spoke volumes, getting more ragged and laboured as she pushed herself closer to the top of her orgasmic rollercoaster. She leaned back, putting her arms behind herself to support her body, and lolling her head to the side. Her hair flew wildly as she fucked herself harder, but I had a hard time pulling my eyes off her big tits, which really became active in this position. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn! YESSSSS! FU-UUUCK YESSSSS!" she screamed, tossing her head back. "God, I'm fucking cumming! Oh David! I'm cumming! Oh, yes!" 

I watched her body convulse with pleasure, shaking her breasts with each quaking jolt. Her already buttery smooth pussy became hotter, and wetter on my shaft. She flushed bright pink from her chest to her forehead, and tipped her head back up to look at me with wide, wild eyes. I think she enjoyed it. 

Her body wilted slightly, and I caught her, pulling her back up, then holding her close to my chest. I laid back, pulling her down with me, stroking her hair while she caught her breath. 

"Ooooooo, man, that was a big one," she grunted. She turned her head and looked at me, her eyes glazed over. "Quickie, huh? Good lord!" 

"Ro, baby.... I'm still fresh, and I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you!" I laughed, rolling us over. 

"No..." she groaned, "no more...... I'll tell Mom!" she giggled, "Then you'll be in trouble!" 

"Go ahead," I growled, getting into the game. "Call her... Tell her that her perfect son is fucking her naughty daughter's pussy with his big hard cock," I gave her a few quick jabs to remind her who was currently in control. She moaned loudly. I don't know if it was the dialogue or the probe in her pussy. It really doesn't matter. 

"Oh fuck, David..." she breathed, "... you're so bad! We're so bad! I Love it! And I Love You!"  Her lips searched ravenously for mine, finding them as I found my rhythm, gliding effortlessly in and out of her completely drenched snatch. 

She hooked her ankles behind my back and held on tight while I fucked her eagerly. For several minutes, the only sounds were slapping flesh, heavy breathing and moans of lust. Desperate kisses were exchanged, along with a flurry of caresses. Ro finally broke the silence, uttering actually words. 

"Nggggahhhhhhhhn! Yes!.... Oh, fuck, yes!" she screamed, clawing at my back, "You're so fucking good! Fuck me, David! I'm cumming again!"

I slowed a bit, relishing the sensations her clutching, squeezing pussy was dishing out. Rippling muscular contractions caressed my shaft, like a magic-fingers massage, but better, because I didn't need to feed the machine with quarters. All I needed to feed her with was my cock. 

Ro looked up at me, her eyes seemingly independently mobile. I laughed at the overwhelmed expression she had, and she smacked my ass in response. 

"You think it's funny, fucking me into a coma?" she giggled, blowing bedraggled, sweaty hair out of her face. "This is how you treat someone you love? How do you treat enemies?"

"Oh, I fuck them too, just not so literally," I smiled, resuming my previous pace of insertion. Ro grunted, and grabbed my head with both hands. 

"Then I'm glad you love me," she whispered, and pulled me down for another kiss, "because I like it when you fuck me, literally!" 

I pulled out of her snug orifice, and she whimpered her dislike of the empty feeling my departure left... until she realized what I wanted. Yelping like a happy puppy, she took a position on her hands and knees in seconds, then dropped her torso flat, wiggling her sexy ass in the air. Her gaping, drooling cunt begged to be stuffed full again, so I did, sliding into her warm sheath in one motion. 

"Ooooooooooh fuck! I do so looooove doggie! So thick, and deep!" she hissed, flexing her firm glutes under my grasp. 

I started slow, but she wasn't the only one who loved to fuck this way, and for most of the same reasons, or at least their male equivalent. Tight, smooth, and deep, her pussy gripped my thrusting cock in an embrace that was guaranteed to make me cum soon. Additionally, I was able to watch her cunt, stretching open when I pushed in, and with her lips being tugged out around my withdrawing stroke. Quite the secondary stimulus, it had me pounding her furiously, slamming into her cushioning ass. Ro was squealing with each collision, cumming repeatedly, and I was about to join her. 

"Gonna cum baby!" I grunted, and detonated. I held her hips tight while I ground my cock into her hard, spraying the contents of my balls into my sister's cunt with a gasp at each spasm. Funny how cumming totally screws up a man's coordination, as I twitched, convulsed, and jerked behind her, using my grip on her to keep from falling over, at least for as long as I could. 

I lost my hold on her ass, and crashed down beside her on the bed, on my side, facing her. Her hair was over her face, with a few strands fluttering in Ro's gasping breaths. We laid there, recovering, for a few minutes, before she suddenly giggled. 

"What?" I asked, laughing back at her. 

"Cum dripping, tickling my pussy... " she whispered. "Oh my god."

We never did have dinner that night. Our 'quickie', nearly an hour long, had wrecked us both for the evening, and we resigned ourselves to a few bites of leftovers before finally just collapsing in each other's arms, and sleeping with the deep satisfaction of committed lovers. 

***

The next day, I was determined to solve the issue of Isabella. 

"Isabella, I need to talk to you, please," I said as I walked into my office. She was sitting there, pecking at her keyboard, and looking every bit as yummy as any other day. She picked up her pad, and followed me in. "Sit, please." 

"Bene, David. How is your sister enjoying Roma? " she asked, smiling sarcastically. 

"She's having a great time," I replied, "and I think I should confess something to you. We weren't exactly honest when you met her...." I continued, hoping this next bit would work, and that she was sufficiently surprised when Ro burst in on us that she didn't hear her call me 'bro'. "Carolyn isn't my sister ; she's my girlfriend. We had a fight, and I was kind of, um, using you to make her, um... jealous. But now we're back together. I apologize for misleading you." She was glaring at me. 

"If she is your girlfriend, why did you not sleep with her? And why did she say she was your sister? " she asked, suspiciously. 

"Well, like I said, we had a fight. Besides, sometimes I snore too loud for her. And she was trying to get rid of you without a scene," I answered, hoping it would deflect her curiosity. "Look, Isabella, I know it was a shitty thing to do, using you like that. I'll understand if you want to stop being my secretary. I'm very sorry.... You're such a beautiful woman, it's only fair you should know the truth, and share your time with someone who can treat you the way you deserve to be treated." I was laying it on thick, but I wasn't about to fail again. I hoped that taking full responsibility and blame would convince her I was being truthful. After all, who willingly takes the heat if they don't have to? 

Isabella stepped closer. I could see the rage in her eyes, and the way she was clenching her jaw led me to believe I was about to bear the brunt of her wrath. Breaking up with an Italian woman could be very dramatic. 

I was looking at her eyes, trying to convey a sense of contrition with my own. I didn't see it coming. 

She hit me! A slap so hard it rattled the fillings of my third cousin, twice removed. She cocked her hand for a second one, but apparently it hurt her pretty paw as much as it had my face, so she held back. 

"Maiale!... You pig!" she spat, translating so I wouldn't miss her point. "Find yourself another secretary!" She spun on her heels, and stormed out. 

I rubbed my chin, soothing the sting of her parting shot. I smiled. 

"She hates me. That went better than I'd hoped," I whispered to myself. "Perfect!" 

***

Indeed, it did work perfectly. A little too perfectly. 

Despite the fact that I was immediately on the phone, letting Human Resources know that I needed a new assistant, citing personality conflicts, I found myself and my new assistant at odds as soon as she arrived from the secretarial pool. Maria, the new recruit, had obviously heard the gossip from Isabella, and was only willing to do exactly what was spelled out in her job description. 

I wasn't expecting blowjobs, just cooperation, but if I didn't specifically tell her to do it, she wouldn't. It turned out to be the same with everyone they sent me, over the next week or so. All the girls had formed an anti-David union, of sorts, and it started to have an effect on my work, slowing me down because I had to do tasks that Isabella had done myself. I was being taught a lesson. 

While I wanted her to back off the illicit after hours activities, including those that happened during stolen moments at work, I didn't really expect dumping Isabella to be the downward turning point in my career. She was sabotaging me, and I needed to find a way around the minefield of revenge she had laid in my path.

Those were challenges for another day. Despite the difficulties, I felt I was successful, as I had freed us of the one major complication standing in our way. When I told Ro about the events of the day, she had a good giggle, but gave me a nice kiss on the cheek that had taken the full force of Isabella's anger. 

Work problems aside, the departure of Isabella took my relationship with Ro to the next level. We were now free to do anything we wanted with each other, and my sister immersed herself in the role of my live-in girlfriend, even visiting me at work a few times, and taking me out to lunch. 

***

Ro was very excited. She'd been that way since I told her we had been given tickets to the Rigoletto at Teatro dell'Opera di Roma. Opera was far from my usual fare, but she was ecstatic, and I enjoyed seeing her all wound up about it. It would also be my first opportunity to see the new dress she had bought a week or so ago. She had graciously declined my several attempts to get her to model it for me, including one which finished with me on my knees, begging for it. She wanted me to be surprised. I was. 

She breezed out of her room, which had been repurposed as a dressing room, looking absolutely stunning. My jaw hit the floor, and she giggled happily, doing the announcements herself as she strutted toward me on an imaginary catwalk. 

"Here we have the lovely Carolyn Willson," she laughed, twirling on her high heels to display herself for me, "in the latest from 'La casa di Luigi', a gorgeous, shirred sheath in metallic heather grey, with asymmetric colourblocking to enhance the curves and bustline." She smiled, and spun again, flinging her hair in an arc, and doing her best sultry fashion model pout, hands on cocked hips. 

Okay, let's be honest... if you've been paying attention at all so far, you know that Ro has plenty of curves that don't really need enhancing, and her bustline was packed full of deliciously round, firm breasts that didn't need a false shadow to make them more prominent. The thin, spaghetti straps held those breasts up, somehow, in the absence of a bra. The lower half of the dress hugged her hips snugly, reaching just short of her knees, and slit on both sides high enough to see the lower half of her ass when she walked. 

"Are you sure you want to wear that out, baby?" I asked, staring with unbridled lust at her. "You could get us arrested, and I might not be able to control myself." 

"That's the general idea. I rather like being the object of your desire, " she whispered, stepping over into my arms and kissing me gently. "Except for the 'getting arrested' part, although perhaps we could make good use of some handcuffs!" She arched her eyebrows and grinned. 

I suddenly had an image of Ro tied, spread-eagled, on my bed. She tugged and struggled against her bindings, her naked body covered with a sheen of sweat that shone in the dim light. Her big tits quivered as she contorted her body. I was just about to take a position before her between her thighs and begin feasting on her delicious pussy, when she jolted me from my daydream by pressing her plump lips on mine. 

"Uh oh," she laughed, "I think I gave you an idea..... one you like, based on the state of your not so little friend here." Her hand gently caressed the fresh bulge in my pants. "You can tie me down and fuck me to your hearts content later. Right now, we need to get moving, or we'll be late."

A short taxi ride later, we arrived at the opera house. I noticed that the taxi driver was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, and off Ro's big, jiggling tits. I couldn't blame him, really, as the rough Roman roads were causing her chest to be very mobile. 

My darling hugged my arm against her as we walked into the hall. I had a surprise for her too. I hadn't told her that the tickets we had been given were for a private box, and the look on her face as we reached the top of the mezzanine stairs and turned right, was priceless. The usher showed us to the small balcony-like box, which had only four seats in it, all empty, as the other two would remain, leaving us on our own. 

I mentioned before that Carolyn had a thing for old architecture. This building was opened in 1880, so it was old.... in any other city. In a city with a history that encompasses thousands of years, and where the buildings built 500 years ago are considered 'early modern', it was just a pup. Still, my sister did appreciate the overall decor. After we sat in our box, soaking up the ambiance for a few minutes, she excused herself to appreciate the decor of the ladies room. 

I had a feeling that Ro was doing something besides attending to the call of nature. When she returned, I decided to check, gently caressing her ass before she sat down. I didn't feel anything except the fabric of her dress, and the firm, muscular curves of her bottom. 

"Ro, darling, did you remove your panties, you naughty girl?" I asked as I kissed the side of her neck. She just smiled, and crossed her sexy legs. 

"Actually," she breathed, returning the kiss directly, "no, my love. I didn't need to. I left them in my drawer at home. Feel free to check!" 

I decided to defer that confirmation until later.... at least until the lights went down. Apparently, the lighting guy was reading my mind, as the ambient illumination began to drop, and the spotlights glowed brighter on stage. Everyone applauded, the curtain raised, and the show commenced. 

Ro lifted the armrest out of the way between us, and leaned back into my side, wrapping my arm around her. She placed my hand on her breast, and hers on top of mine. We cuddled like that for some time, watching the performance. I won't pretend to understand anything that was going on down on the stage, but the voices were heavenly. 

I felt my sister's lips nibbling at the side of my neck, and turned my gaze in her direction. She had a mischievous smile on her face, and pressed my hand more firmly over her firm globe. She leaned up and whispered in my ear. 

"Are you going to make me do all the work?" she breathed, dropping her free hand in my lap. "How often does a girl get a chance to be felt up, in a private box, during the Rigoletto, in Rome?" 

Well, when you put it that way, it does seem like an opportunity that won't arise every week. 

We spent the rest of the performance surreptitiously caressing each other. I found that Ro's panties were indeed absent, and spent the entire second act gently circling her clit with two fingers. She was pretty juicy, and had her hand stroking my hard bulge through my pants, when her head lolled towards me. 

"Oh fuck, David..... Don't stop!" she hissed, her body shaking against mine. "I'm.... Oh god... Uhn... Ahhhhhhhhh!" She buried her face in my chest and quaked through her orgasm, trying desperately not to scream. When she lifted her face and looked up at me, her eyes were sparkling. She smiled. "Ooooooo, boy!" 

If this was opera, consider me a fan. We missed various small bits of the performance below us, as Ro's insistant lips found mine several times, holding my attention despite the best attempts of the singers to draw it back to them. We did catch the ending, though.

Ro stood, applauding, and I couldn't help myself. Knowing there was nothing covering that incredible pussy of hers, I ran my hand up her leg. She slid her foot aside, giving me a bit more room, and clutched the railing in front of her as my fingers parted the hot lips of her cunt, insinuating themselves full depth. I wriggled them inside her, and she tried not to react too visibly. Many of the other patrons were shouting 'bravo' and other expressions of appreciation, so my sister's mouth hanging open and gasping with lust didn't look out of place. I gave her a couple of quick plunges, and thumbed her ass. 

"Oh fuck," she gasped, gripping the rail tighter, and letting her head fall back. "David, you bastard! Fuck me!" 

She'd been teasing my with her hand for hours, and nothing would have pleased me more than to just whip it out and plough her right there, but I had been trying to avoid Italian prisons lately. I pulled my fingers out, and put them in my mouth, savouring the taste of her salty juices. 

"Hey! Didn't Mom teach you to share?" she laughed, plunking down on my lap and pulling my fingers into her own mouth. "Mmmm, I am yummy, if I do say so myself!" 

"And modest, too," I countered. "I suppose we should get out of here before we both go crazy and get naked."

She didn't answer, instead standing again and bending over to retrieve her purse. She wiggled her barely covered ass in my face, but I limited my reaction to a firm slap on the smooth curves under the single layer of fabric. 

It was a beautiful night out, and we were only about a half hour walk from home. I suggested a romantic stroll, hand in hand, but Ro's eyes answered the question before she said a word. 

"David, honey, if you don't get me home immediately, and fuck me hard," she whispered, grinning lewdly, "I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands." She gave me the distinct impression that by 'matters', she meant me. 

"TAXI!" I yelled. 

***

We were fortunate to get a taxi quickly, and I gave the driver our address. Ro said something in Italian to him, and he suddenly seemed motivated to get us there fast. 

"What did you tell him," I asked as we blew around a corner in a slide. 

"I said we had a certain amount of money for this trip," she giggled, holding on for dear life, "and that how much of that was his tip was up to him!" 




When in Rome... Pt. 02



"Clever girl!" 

***

The cab screeched to a halt in front of our apartment, and Carolyn tossed the driver a wad of bills on the way out the door. I followed, fumbling with my keys at the door while she paced uncomfortably behind me. She gave the impression of someone who needed to pee, but I knew her needs were altogether different. So were mine. 

Once I got the outer door open, I watched my sister's ass go up the stairs in front of me, to the first landing, where she waited for me again. I walked deliberately up the flight. 

"David... are you teasing me?" she giggled as I reached the next to last step, where she moved to block my progress. The one riser difference made up our height differential nicely, and put her at perfect kissing height, and she did so, pressing her soft lips to mine with slow passion. One arm went around my neck, while the other hand cupped my bulge to return the caress I was giving her ass. 

We held this embrace for an eternal minute, until Ro couldn't wait any longer. 

"Please, darling.... open the door. I'm dripping wet, and I need your big, hard cock inside me! Please!?" 

I already had the key ready in my hand, so we were inside the apartment pretty quickly. While I closed the door and tossed my keys on the hall table, my sexy red-haired bedmate sashayed over to the edge of the kitchen peninsula, swinging her hips with each sensual step. 

She placed her small purse on the counter, followed by her hands, as she bent deeply from the waist, resting her upper body on the smooth granite. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, wagging her rump at me. One hand reached back and flipped the back of her skirt up, revealing the smooth curves of her glutes, and the glistening wetness between her legs. I heard her quiet voice wafting through the room. 

"Please fuck me. Oh god, please.... I need you so badly. I'm so horny. Please." 

I looked at her long legs, rising out of her high heels, spread in a deep V to the apex where her pussy awaited my cock with growing impatience. Dad always said 'don't keep a lady waiting'. He probably didn't know I would be applying his advice to his daughter's pussy, but what he didn't know wouldn't kill us. 

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants on the way over to her, lowering my shorts as I gripped her hips. Her four-inch heels made a stand-up fuck possible, raising her puffy pink slit into easy target range. She was still whimpering, begging for my cock, with her head resting on her folded arms. 

The head of my dick nestled between the soft, wet lips of her cunt, and I pushed, sliding smoothly into her warm embrace. She certainly wasn't exaggerating when she said she was dripping wet, and her pussy made little soggy squelching sounds as I rocked back and forth inside her. 

"Mmmm, that's better!" she groaned, "My poor little pussy was so lonely, and empty. Now fuck me, baby... Fuck me hard!"

Tightening my grip on her hips, I slammed into her, a resounding 'slap' echoing through the quiet apartment as I did, followed by an appreciative grunt from Ro. Within seconds, I had found a rhythm of furious, piston-like strokes deep into her wet folds. She was perched on her elbows, now, moaning in time to my thrusts, harmonizing nicely with my own groans and the percussion of our colliding flesh. I reached forward and dragged the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, rolling the top of the sheath down around her waist. 

Her big tits bobbed free, hanging down and brushing her hard nipples across the cold polished granite of the countertop. She giggled at the new stimulation, then sighed as I cupped the resilient flesh of her breasts in both hands, squeezing them while I continued to pound her pussy relentlessly. Her moans of joy began to form words. 

"Mnah!... Yes!... Yes!... Oh baby, you... Fuck me... So good!... Your... Cock.. So hard!.. Gonna... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhn!... CUMMMMMMMING!" she shrieked, pushing back against each stroke as her orgasm made her body shudder. "Fuu... uuu... uuu... cck... YES!" 

Ro's legs wobbled, then buckled, but I caught her before she fell. She rested her forehead on the cool stone slab while she gasped and tried to regain her senses. I held her close, wrapping my arms around her from behind as I helped her stay vertical. She leaned back against me and groaned. 

"Fuck, David! What you do to me! Your dick should have a warning label on it... 'May cause extreme orgasms and addiction'." She turned carefully in my arms, nearly toppling off her heels again, and attacking my mouth with a voraciously hungry kiss that caught me a bit by surprise. One hand found its way down to stroke my gooey cock, while the other held my head in place, until she finally pulled away, hopping up onto the counter. "Ooooooo, that's cold!" she laughed, tugging me closer with her own personal handle, which she directed back into its hiding place. "Okay, baby, I've had my fun. It's your turn. Fuck my pussy real good, and when you're ready, blow your wad all over my face, please."

My face must have shown some of the surprise I felt at her request. 

"Like I told you... I'm your personal slut, and I haven't had a good facial for quite a while. I looooove the feel of hot, sticky cum all over my face! You wouldn't deny me that, would you?" she pouted. 

My dick was already seated deep inside her oozing cunt. The thought of blasting what would probably be a pretty big load on my darling sister's pretty, sexy face made it twitch. She felt it and smiled. 

"Oh! You like it! You like bad girls, huh?" she giggled, leaning back on her arms. "Well, I'm all yours, so use me up, baby!" 

I started to fuck her again, drilling into her pussy with long, strong thrusts, our bodies crashing against each other loudly. Her breasts bounced and shimmied in response to my strokes, drawing my eyes irresistibly, and Ro saw my eyeline lock in on them. She wasn't going to miss the chance to excite me further. 

"That's it, David. Fuck my hot cunt, and make my tits bounce! You like that, don't you, big brother? You like the way my boobs bounce when you're fucking me, huh?" I grunted and nodded. "Yeah, I like it, too," she hissed, "it feels great! Are my tits big enough for you, baby? I got nice, big ones just for you.... Did you know that? I knew you had a thing for big jugs, so I had them done bigger than that bitch Kate's. If she hadn't cheated, I would have tried to steal you anyway, David, because I Love You, and I've always wanted to fuck you, just like this, every day for the rest of my life!"

Oh god. I was going to blow, big time, from the hours of teasing, and then the fucking, and now she's winding me up even more with her big, jiggling melons and her lascivious commentary. That she wanted me bad enough to redesign her body for my own pleasure is the icing on the proverbial cake. 

Speaking of icing.... I pulled out of her and stepped back, making room for her as she scrambled off the counter and dropped to her knees. I jerked furiously. 

"Oh yeah, stroke that big dick for me, baby! Stroke it and spray me! Cum for me! Cum all over my face!" 

Fireworks! Rockets launching! Earthquakes! All paled next to the feeling I had as the first unstoppable surge of scalding semen arced out of my cock, landing with a wet 'plop' across her face, a diagonal stripe of goo that reached from her neck to her hair. Now that the dam was breached, the flow was prodigious, and several more jets of cum joined the first, like parallel and crossing runways at an airport. Ro blew nasty little bubbles through the slick that crossed her lips, and smiled up at me from under her fresh coating of moisturizer. Only when I was firing empty chambers did I stop stroking, only to have her grab my flagging dick and inhale it, sucking the last few drops from me. 

Now it was my turn to get wobbly, so I leaned back against the wall, and watched my little sister as she ran her fingers through the puddles of spunk, directing the flow towards her hungry mouth. She licked and scooped, gobbling down everything she could gather, until there was little left but the streaks in her hair, and a few tiny drops on her eyebrows and lashes. She combed her fingers through the gloppy mess in her hair and giggled. 

"I guess I should have a shower, shouldn't I?" she said, standing up again. "Why don't you go lay down. I'll join you in bed in a few minutes." 

All I could do is nod, and stagger off in the general direction of the bedroom, using the walls to hold me up. I was asleep before she slipped in beside me, but I woke a few hours later in her arms. 

What a woman. 

***

When I had moved to Italy, my company had done all the paperwork, so I hadn't really investigated the requirements very thoroughly. I knew my transition had gone quite smoothly, but until now, didn't know why. As it turns out, Italy doesn't really care for foreign nationals taking employment in their country.... unless the nation in question is part of the European Union. 

Hallelujah! Now it made sense. Who knew that history would play such a part in allowing my sister and I to continue our love affair.

Dear old Dad, bless his heart, had been in a similar situation many years ago, just before my birth, getting shipped off to London when Mom was six months pregnant with me. I was born there, as was Ro, although she was only four months old when his posting ended, and we moved back to the States. Officially, we had dual citizenship, even though we both considered ourselves Americans. But for purposes of my plan, Carolyn Willson was a Brit. 

I hadn't wanted to broach the subject until I was sure it was possible from my end, but now that I had been given the green light by the company, this seemed as good a time as any. 

After our Friday of opera, and extreme sex, we slept in on Saturday morning. Ro padded back into the room, two coffees in hand and not a stitch on, taking her spot next to me. I took the cup she offered, and sipped it slowly. 

"Ro, I have a proposal for you," I said. She laughed, almost choking on her coffee. 

"Um, okay," she replied. "Freud might have a field day with that choice of words, but I'm listening." I decided to let that comment slide for now, although the thought was intriguing. 

"How would you like to be my assistant at work?" I asked. 

Crickets. That's what I heard. I looked at her, and she was in stunned silence. 

"Really?" she gasped. "You want me to work with you?" 

"Ro, I need someone I can trust, and who will work with me, not for me. You speak Italian already, so you're ahead of me there. Since the Isabella incident, I have been frozen out by the secretarial pool, so I asked if I could hire someone new from outside the company. They said yes, and because of our unique citizenship situation, you qualify. It goes without saying that you are not my sister, as far as they are concerned," I explained. 

"Right.... what sister? You ain't got no sister," she laughed. 

"I assume that our relationship has changed your vacation plans, somewhat. Want to make that a more permanent arrangement?" Jeez, I almost was proposing, wasn't I?

She smiled brightly, then batted her eyelashes. 

"Gee, I don't know... I hear you made sexual advances with your last secretary. Are you sure you're not hitting on me?" she giggled. 

"I'm not sure we could top last night!" I groaned, "but you make a good point. I promise to keep my hands off my hot assistant while we're working together." 

"Where's the fun in that?" she pouted, then extended her hand. "Deal. You now have a new sexatary! How about ASS-istant?" she laughed, shaking my hand as I took hers. 

She put her coffee down, then moved down the bed like a hungry lioness. She took my cock in her hand and looked up at me. 

"What are you up to?" I asked cautiously. 

"Just working on a promotion," she whispered, and swallowed my dick, sucking deeply. 

Oh. My. God. 

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When in Rome... Pt. 03



David and his sister Ro are back, again. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little longer than usual, but revenge does take time. 

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Ro was a great assistant. From day one, we functioned like a well oiled machine. 

Actually, I should probably rephrase that. 'Ro' was my sister / partner / bedmate and sexual plaything of my dreams. The beautiful young woman that worked with me everyday was Carolyn Willson. She was the Clara Kunt to Ro's Superfuck, and her disguise was pretty similar as well, consisting of a pair of glasses, conservative hair style, and clothing befitting a librarian. Her spectacular curves camouflaged, she was all business, and it wasn't just an act. 

My productivity went up exponentially, and within weeks of her arrival, we had attracted the attention of the company. 

Ro had dealt with Mom and Dad, letting them know that she'd be staying here in Italy for the foreseeable future. She told them the truth. Okay, not really....she gave them the base model of the truth, stripped of all the bells, whistles, options and interesting bits. I agreed with her that they probably wouldn't find them as 'interesting' as we did. She told them her new boyfriend had gotten her a job here, and she was going to stay to work, which was true. Also much less likely to cause a stroke. 

Most days, we would leave work separately, to maintain the illusion of individuality. Once we got home, we often did homework, and planning for the next day... when it didn't interfere with our sex life. Ro had a habit of doing paperwork naked, which often led to not doing paperwork naked, if you catch my drift. 

One day, I arrived home a few minutes after Ro, to find her sipping a glass of wine in the living room. She was still dressed in her work attire, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her glasses on. A sexy shoe dangled playfully from the toes of her foot, while she bounced her crossed leg absentmindedly. It was the huge smile that told me something was up. 

I bent to kiss her, and she responded favourably, cupping the back of my neck as we tangled tongues. Greeting complete, I walked into the kitchen. 

"I heard something very interesting today," she laughed, "and you won't believe who I heard it from."

It should come as no surprise that offices the world over have similarities to the ones in your home town. Gossip, politics, and gossip, regardless of the language spoken, were universal, and everywhere, if you want to know what's really going on, you need to be plugged into the secretarial pool, no pun intended. Fortunately, I wasn't just plugged in, I had an embedded reporter, with a vested interest in the information. For example, Ro had leaned that Isabella's time in the pool had been short, as she'd been plucked quickly by my boss, Giovanni, and fucked by him almost immediately. She was happy, having been promoted, and he was getting laid by a certified sexpot, so things settled down a little. 

"Giovanni is moving to the Milan office, and he's taking Isabella with him," she smiled. "I heard it straight from her." I knew Isabella's presence was a thorn in Ro's side, so I was happy it would be removed, but the smile on her face was much more than just one of relief. There had to be more. 

"That's not even the best part," she continued, uncrossing her legs and standing. She slowly walked toward me, her hips swinging in a sexy manner that told me I was in for a treat. "The word around the office, among those who know what to listen for, is that the front runner for his old office is..." she stopped in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my neck, cocking her head to prepare for another kiss, "... one David Hathaway! Congratulations, mister Vice President!" Her lips met mine, in a scorching embrace. She sucked my tongue eagerly, obviously more than a little excited. "I'm so proud of you." 

Premature chicken counting aside, I knew this wouldn't be happening if it weren't for her help, and I wanted her to know that I appreciated it. 

"Thank you, honey, but it's not a 'me' promotion. It's a 'we' promotion, and I'll never forget how much help you have been. I hope this is only the beginning." I know it sounded more like a speech made to an audience than thanking someone you love, but there would be much more to follow. 

Much more did follow. We went out to dinner to celebrate, got home around 8, and by 9 we were in bed, using the horizontal surface for its secondary design purpose. There were a few lulls in the action, but by the time I rolled off her around 2, we were both hot, sweaty, satisfied and exhausted. We could both use a shower, but neither of us could muster the energy or coordination to stand, so we just cuddled together and went to sleep. 

When morning arrived, Ro's effusive kisses gave me the impression she felt more than adequately compensated for her part in our promotion. I considered it a down payment. 

***

A few days later, when I arrived home after work, I had a question for my sister. I had heard something at the office earlier, and was waiting until we were alone to get her take on it. 

"Ro, you didn't tell me that Fred Watkins was retiring as well?" I asked. Fred was the President of the Italian Operations Unit, and he was retiring just after I would be moving into the Vice- President's Office. "What's the intelligence say on his replacement?" 

"Oh, sorry," she said, giving me a sly look. "I was concentrating on us. Scuttlebutt says some guy named Mills... Harrison Mills. Anything else you want to kn..... " she stopped mid sentence. I guess the look on my face said it all. "I'm going to guess that you know him, and you're not going to be inviting him over for drinks. Not terribly fond of him?" 

Where to start, on a loathing list for Harrison Mills? I felt my hands balling into fists of rage. Even though I was happier now with Ro than I'd ever been with Kate, when faced with the prospect of having to see one of the men that was involved in my wife's infidelity, all I could see was a red curtain of anger. I'd hoped that he would die a horrible death in a train wreck, a shark would bite his dick off on vacation in Florida, or at the very least, I would never see him or hear his name again. 

"No. Not fond of him, at all," was my reply, through gritted teeth. "He's one of them," I spat. "He's the one that was well connected enough to get away, scot free."

"Ah, l had no idea," Ro said, holding my hand in hers. Her voice was soothing. "It's okay, David... just breathe, and relax. Come on, open your hands. Release the tension. Don't let him hurt you again. Remember that I Love You." 

As usual, she was right. Nothing I did now would change what had happened, and nothing ever could. I may not have had anything to do with him fucking my wife, but I had everything to do with my own reaction to that event, especially now. He could only hurt me if I let his presence bother me. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and relaxed, as much as I could. 

Ro took me in her arms and held me close. She stroked my hair softly, over and over, until she finally said what was on her mind. 

"I'm going to get that son of a bitch! I promise you, he'll pay for what he did to my brother! Just leave him to me!" 

I Loved Ro dearly, and thankfully I hadn't been on the receiving end of her considerable temper since we were kids. Hopefully, I never would again. For a split second, a very, very small part of me was almost sorry for that philandering bastard, but the feeling passed, replaced with one of curiosity. 

"What do you have in mind?" I asked her. 

"Don't know yet, but that prick will get his comeuppance. I'll start gathering info immediately. For now, you just relax. When he gets here, I know you'll have to deal with him, from day to day, but try not to let him get to you. I'll let you know if I need your help. Let him think he's won, until he finds out he's fucked."

***

Ro's revenge was set in motion, the next day. Being a woman, part of the secretarial sorority, and fluent in Italian, she was able to quickly and quietly get the word out about the new, incoming boss. His dubious history, which included numerous secretarial dalliances, as well as fucking my wife, was spread through the grapevine, with universal disgust. If Isabella proved anything, it's that Italian women like to be treated with respect, and if they don't get it....it's Vesuvius all over again. At the very least, he wouldn't be getting any extra trim from these women. They already loathed him, and he wouldn't be here for a month. 

As for team Hathaway /Willson, we were one week away from moving into our new office. As the new V. P., we would get a bigger, more luxurious place to work, and its location in a corner of the building gave us more windows, and a much nicer view of the piazza. Things were looking up. 

I came home to find my sister buzzing around the kitchen, full of energy. I stole up behind her, and kissed her neck, taking advantage of my position to also caress her skirt covered ass gently. We had agreed on a 'strictly business' policy when we were at work, but there were times when I couldn't help but think of the luscious body that her conservative attire was hiding. I'd even grown to love the glasses, and now found them sexy as hell. It was like working all day with a librarian, who led a double life as a stripper after hours. Very arousing. 

Ro giggled, and turned to face me, allowing me to now get at her throat, a particular favourite of mine, and a particular weakness of hers. She gasped as I nibbled her gently. Still wearing the jacket of her business suit, her boobs were hidden, but I brushed the confining garment aside, and cupped her left breast firmly, squeezing its full, resilient mass. That elicited a moan of pleasure. 

I gently began plucking the buttons on her shiny satin blouse. She'd gone with the monochromatic look today, and her blouse was nearly the same shade as her dark grey suit. Again, very sexy. As I got her top open far enough to see her cleavage, I also saw her bra, and this time, I gasped. 

"Are you wearing the red one?" I asked, smiling at her. She nodded. "The panties, too?" Another nod. "Why, you naughty girl!" I laughed. 

Her red bra was my favourite. So brief, it really didn't even cover her nipples, it somehow still had the structure necessary to lift and contain her big tits, resulting in some devastatingly delicious cleavage. The panties were virtually non-existent, just a couple of strings, and a tiny patch of fabric that usually wound up wedged in her pussy, and very, very wet. It's a good thing I didn't know she was wearing them under her clothes, or 'strictly business' might have given way to 'strictly fucking the shit out of her on my desk'. I verbalized something to that effect, and she gave me her slutty pout. 

"That's okay. I knew I had them on, and that you'd go nuts if you knew. Kept me wound up all day. Now, let me tell you my news, so you can fuck me senseless," she whispered. I was still nuzzling her throat, and now had her blouse undone to her waist. My hands were inside, teasing her nipples. I couldn't believe she'd gone all day with her sensitive nips grating against the satin of her blouse. They sure were standing up hard. 

"Go ahead, honey. I'm listening," I replied, still kissing and fondling her. 

"No, you're not. I know men in general, and you in particular. As long as there's a willing woman in the room, your dick is calling the shots....and it doesn't have ears!" She pushed me back, and closed her blouse and jacket over her breasts, holding it tight. 

"Okay. Now I'm listening," I relented. I knew better than to argue with her. She began her debrief. 

"Operation Retribution has begun," Ro said, with a satisfied smile. "My network of spies has been mobilized. By the time 'The Bastard' gets here, we'll know everything we need to, to formulate a plan." She giggled, and rubbed her hands together. My eyes dropped to her jiggling breasts for a second. 

"I leave that to you, General," I laughed. "Having fun?" 

"A little," she admitted reluctantly, looking embarrassed. "Am I a horrible person?" 

"Oh, absolutely," I replied, moving back into her arms. My hands resumed their exploration of her breasts. "Horribly sexy," I whispered, kissing her neck. She groaned, and ground her hips against me. "Horribly arousing," I continued, "horribly naughty....horribly seductive..." 

"And horribly horny," she hissed, grabbing my head with both hands. Her mouth was on mine a second later, and her tongue would not be denied entrance. I started to lift her skirt, but she stopped me, breaking the kiss to speak. 

"Too tight," she panted, kissing again. "Never work..." kiss, "bedroom....hurry!" 

We left a trail of clothes a blind man could follow, leading from the kitchen, across the living room and down the short hall to where we stumbled into the bedroom. No foreplay was either required or requested, as Ro just pushed me onto the bed naked, reefed her tiny panties aside, and mounted my rampant cock without ceremony.

In our time together, I'd seen her pretty excited a few times, but this took it to a new level. Wet doesn't do it justice, as her pussy literally squelched when she impaled herself. She made it perhaps ten furious, frenzied strokes, with her breasts bouncing wildly out of her bra, and her hairdo succumbing to her motions to tumble out of its bun, before she shrieked in glee and came. It hit her like a freight train, and she collapsed still twitching onto my chest, gasping for air. I just held her, stroking her tangled hair, and counting myself lucky that this remarkable woman wanted to be right here, with me. 

"Ooooooo, that's better," she moaned, rising wearily. "I really needed that! Probably should have done myself at lunch....I was so fucking horny all day. Too much stimulation."

"That'll teach you!" I laughed. 

"Yeah," she agreed, struggling to free herself from the sexy little red bra. She finally did, and tossed it across the room. 

"I love that bra on you," I pouted as I watched it fly past. "it really squishes your big boobs together nicely. Makes some killer cleavage," I observed, as though telling her something she didn't know. 

"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "That's because it's a cup size too small, but since it barely has any cups at all, it works out fine. It's surprisingly comfortable, too." She started to rise and fall on my cock again, much more gently and subdued, now that her urgent need was past. "And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!" she groaned. 

She rotated her hips, gently twisting her pussy on my shaft as she stroked herself, rising and falling smoothly, and with considerably less fury than earlier, but no less passion. I watched my darling sister impale herself, a look of heavenly satisfaction on her pretty face, and said a silent prayer, that she would still have that look twenty years from now. 

Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe it was the prospect of having to deal with that prick Mills. Maybe I was afraid he'd do it again, and if he did, maybe I was wondering what Italian prisons were like, because I would kill him with my bare hands. 

I palmed Ro's tits gently, listening to her purr happily as she rode me. This part of our lovemaking session was for her. She had spent the whole day having her sensitive little nubbins teased to erection by the slippery satin of her blouse, and I knew from experience that her nipples were hard wired directly to her clit. Stimulating one end of the circuit had a predictable effect on the other end. Stimulating both ends at the same time had an equally predictable effect on her, often ending in a little thing she liked to call an orgasm. I called it lots of fun to watch. 

With a breast held firmly in each hand....something that was a bit harder with Ro than a lot of women, since her tits were more than a handful...I thumbed her stiff nipples, flicking them roughly. She gasped, and ground her clit harder against me. 

"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, "suck my nipples, please! Help me cum, baby....I'm so close."

"Well, okay, if you insist," I grumbled, feigning reluctance poorly. I latched onto her left breast, and suckled dutifully. 

"That's it baby, suck me good," she groaned. "Gonna cum....gonna cum....gonna....CUM!" she shrieked, as her body began to twitch and shake through her orgasm. She leaned back, pulling her nipple forcefully from the grasp of my lips. I held her hands, providing the stability that her climax had rendered useless, until she finally opened her eyes, and smiled. 

"Thank you, baby. That was great," she moaned, as she leaned forward and snuggled softly on my chest. I let her rest there, holding her gently, stroking her hair, which smelled wonderful, as it usually did. 

I rolled us over. Now she was looking up at me through her tousled locks, with a sexy pout on her face that suggested she would like some more. 

"Ooooooo, yes," she whispered, "c'mon baby....fuck me hard! Pound my little pussy!" 

I smiled as I pulled out of her, reaching down to yank her little red panties off. They were so small, they really weren't in the way, but they were the only thing left between her and nudity. Once the tiny red swatch was on the floor, I remounted her, and she put her two-cents worth into my positioning, hooking her wide-spread legs over my shoulders. Her eyes burned holes in mine. 

"Hard," she cooed, "and fast. Don't hold back....just fuck me, baby, and blow your wad all over me!" 

One of the things I loved about Ro is how she seemed to know exactly when to give me permission to be completely selfish. She'd had her fun, already, and now wanted me to have mine. 

I did as requested, plunging hard, full length strokes deep into her cunt. The room filled with the sounds of animalistic rutting ; grunts, groans, gasps and the loud slapping collisions of our bodies. Ro's thighs were pressed back into her breasts, her body folded in half under my weight and the onslaught of my thrusts. Her pussy clutched wetly at my shaft, making slurpy, sucking noises as I pistoned her furiously. 

"Oh - god - Da - vid - fuck - me - fuck - me - fuck - me!" she gasped, holding my shoulders tightly. 

My balls were gurgling, ready to erupt. Her pussy was a heavenly velvet sheath, milking me firmly, bringing the point of no return ever closer. She could either feel it or read it on my face. 

"Do - it - cum - on - me - ba - by!" 

Nothing could stop that now. I pulled out, and managed two strokes with my hand before the first stream arced through the air and landed with a splash on her face. A second one followed. The third and fourth were less robust, and decorated her chest with ribbons of pearly goo. 

I laid gently beside her and watched her scoop up and gobble my cum from its various landing spots. My sister....my own personal, self confessed cum slut. Life was good. 

***

The day arrived....the day when the sleazebag content of our office went up exponentially. The day Harrison Mills took over the Rome office. 

I came out of our bedroom, to find Ro dressed for work, reading the paper calmly and looking fabulous. I could see a change in her usual attire. 

"Is this part of the plan?" I asked, walking up behind her. The usual bun of her hairdo had been replaced by a soft french braid. That alone would have caught my attention, but there was more. Her skirt was longer, ending just below her knees, but tighter, making her firm ass even more noticeable. Her usual low heels had given way to calf high boots with spike heels. Relatively minor changes, but they took her sexy factor up several notches. 

"Trying to get noticed?" I added. 




When in Rome... Pt. 03



"Counting on it," she answered. "One must have the right bait to catch a lecherous prick."

"I'm not sure I like this plan," I replied. "I don't like dangling you in front of him." 

"Don't worry, baby," she whispered, caressing my cheek. "He's the one in trouble. It's only a matter of time until he hits on me." 

"You're sure? I asked. 

"Pretty sure," she said, walking into the kitchen. The higher heels of her boots made her feet strike harder with each step, and her boobs reacted in the predictable manner, bouncing a bit more. It was an attention getter. 

"Every other woman in the building hates him already. They'll be watching him like a hawk, and reporting to me. I have already made a connection with his new secretary, Ariella, and made sure she knows all the details of his past. She's very attractive...slim, perky....and married, to a big guy from a family in Sicily."

"So....Fuhgeddaboutdit," I laughed. 

"Yeah," she laughed in return. "Not even he's dumb enough to bark up that tree! He won't find anyone even remotely receptive to his advances....except me." 

"You see, that's the part I hate. The thought of him touching you makes me ill," I said angrily. 

"Me too, but the thought of him getting away with everything bothers me more." She stopped in front of me, and bounced her tits a bit. 

"I don't think he'll be able to resist those. I wasn't able to," I said. 

"Thanks. I was going to say it, but I didn't want to sound too conceited," she laughed. "We have all the cards, baby. He doesn't know who I am, or that I know what he did, or that every woman here has been warned. He thinks he's the boss, with all the power. He thinks he can do anything he wants, because he has before, and he thinks he got away with it then. He's wrong, because we have a plan, and we know something else he doesn't."

"What's that, Sweetie?" I asked. 

"That hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...and that the fury knows no statute of limitations," she winked. 

***

The first week passed uneventfully, at least as far as conflict goes. He wasted no time at all before confirming that he hadn't changed one iota. 

It didn't take him long to notice Ro. The first time he walked into my office, I watched him leer at her. She was digging into a file cabinet, and had her perfect ass available for his gaze. Then she plunked down in her chair, making her big tits jiggle, before 'noticing' that he was there. She stood, and extended her hand. 

"Mr. Mills.... Nice to meet you. I'm Carolyn Willson.... Mr. Hathaway's assistant." How she managed not to gag when he took her hand is beyond me, but she smiled graciously, even when he quite obviously ran his eyes over her body. She was showing just a hint of cleavage, and even from a distance, I could see his attention focus on her chest for a few extra seconds. 

As he turned his back and walked toward me, Ro made eye contact. She mimed sticking her finger down her throat. That made me smile, which he took as being happy to see him. If only he knew I had a Harrison Mills doll in my desk drawer, and plenty of pins. 

"David," he smiled, shaking my hand. "Moving up in the world, I see?" 

Fuck you, you arrogant prick! I thought. I just nodded, and forced a smile. Thankfully, his visit wasn't social, just an introductory tour of his new domain, and he left quickly. Ro stepped in after he left. 

"Not exactly subtle, is he?" she laughed, shuddering. "I feel like I need a shower. You okay?" 

"Yeah, I'll live," I replied. "You?" 

"Well, he gives me the willies, but I just keep thinking of how good it will feel when we nail his ass," she smiled. "Try to remember....it's all part of the plan." She was right, as usual. 

I managed to keep my interactions with Mills to a minimum, but even that meant I had to see him at least once a day. Once too often for my tastes, but necessary if we were going to put the plan in action.

As for that plan, it was very definitely in action. Ro was taking every opportunity to bait him, and each time he visited us, she would be a little more friendly. 

One day, Ro walked into my office. She was jiggling nicely, and stood next to my desk, bending over to get my signature, and my attention. It would seem the one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone, letting more cleavage come out to play. She was using me as a guinea pig, and I wasn't immune to her display. 

"Nice tits, by the way," I whispered, putting down my pen. 

"What? These?" she giggled, tipping her glasses down, and putting her hand to her chest. "You think he'll notice?" 

"He's an asshole, and a bastard, but he's not blind or dead. He'll notice," I laughed. 

"I'll fill you in later," she whispered, scooping up the paperwork, and wiggling her ass out the door. I saw her turn down the hallway towards Mills' office. 

"Good luck, honey," I breathed. 

A few minutes later, she was back, sporting a big smile. She flashed me a thumbs up, rebuttoned her blouse, and went back to work. I understood why she couldn't tell me what happened yet ; we needed to maintain the illusion while we were at the office. That didn't make waiting for an update easier to handle. The day was far too long. 

When I arrived home, Ro was waiting, eager to let me in on the day's events. 

"He's definitely circling the bait," she smiled. "When I walked in, I nodded to Ariella, and she got on the phone, letting me deal with him directly. I paused at his doorway, and asked if I could come in, so I'd be sure he was watching, then walked in and around his desk. You should have seen his eyes. He couldn't stop checking out my girls." She giggled, and cupped her breasts, just in case I was unsure of what 'her girls' were. 

"I handed him the file, and stood back, but he had questions, which I'm quite certain were just excuses to get me to lean over, and point out the answers that were right there. He got a real good look, but it was what he did after her signed it and handed it back that tells the tale. He gave it back with one hand, and touched my forearm with the other, then he gave me that smile of his....the one that makes my skin crawl, and he somehow thinks is sexy." She shuddered again. "Anyway, we're in motion. I'll keep giving him the opportunity to ogle me, and see where it goes."

Where it went was predictable. Ro kept showing him some skin....innocently, of course....and he kept taking liberties. His touchy-feely exploits went from touching her arm, to her shoulders, then her back. That's about when the chatting began, and I found it more difficult to sit quietly while my sister told me what had transpired. 

"We're certainly getting close," she recapped one day. "He's getting pretty handsy, and even though I'm fending him off and verbally discouraging his advances, he's still pressing forward. He put his hand on my ass today. I told him to keep his hands to himself, and he gave me the old standard 'you're so beautiful I can't help myself' excuse. If he only knew that every time he opens his mouth, he's being recorded, and digging his own grave."

Ro had been carrying the spy pen with the digital recorder in it for about two weeks now, and there was a considerable file of downloaded audio on her computer at home. She was doing another download one day when I came home. 

"Come here, honey. You should hear this," she called when she saw me. She pressed play. 

I heard Ro's voice first : "Mr. Mills, please don't touch me like that! What makes you think you can do that? It's even worse since you're married."

"Yes, I'm married, but what my wife doesn't know won't hurt her. She trusts me," he said, the arrogance dripping from his voice. "As for why I can do it, don't forget who you work for, Miss Willson. Give that some thought." 

"Take your hands off me!" she gasped, and I heard a slap. "The next one will be your face!" 

"You can go now, Miss Willson. Think about your job. I can make your life so much easier, or I can make it hell," he sneered. "It's your choice." 

Ro smiled. I wasn't so happy. Listening to that bastard groping my sister would have been bad enough, but since Ro and I were much more than just siblings, it was torture. 

"Where did her touch you?" I growled. 

"My butt," she replied. "David....remember, this is the plan. What we have already is enough to get him fired, but we want him to pay a higher penalty, right? He destroyed your marriage, and while I'm happy to be the beneficiary of that tragedy, that doesn't mean he should get away with it. He hurt you, and he's completely unrepentant. That can't go unpunished."

"Okay Sweetheart," I said quietly. "I just feel so helpless." 

"I know baby," she whispered, "but you're not alone. You're part of us, and we are far from helpless. We're leading him exactly where he wants to go, and when he gets there, he'll give us what we need to bury him."

*** 

I didn't sleep well that night. Ro's reassuring words and comforting embrace notwithstanding, I felt the way I had been after learning of my wife's infidelity. Having been down this road with Harrison Mills before, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that consumed me. 

***

The next morning, Ro had a request for me. 

"Baby, I need you to push his buttons a little," she said. 

"With pleasure," I said, standing up and flexing my hand, forming the fist that I was more than happy to use on him. "You want him unconscious, or just damaged?" 

"Easy there, Sweetheart," she laughed, patting my chest and calming me down. "I said push his buttons, not punch his nose! I know you really want to deck him, but we have him right where we want him. We'll punish him in a better way." She sat down beside me and took my hand. "I just need your help to nudge him into action, but you need to stay in control. I understand it's going to be difficult, but I know you can do it."

I sighed, and smiled. 

"Okay, honey. I'll do it," I said, feeling the stress slowly drain away. "I should know better than to argue with you. Besides, if your plan for him works half as well as your plan to get me, he's a dead man." I looked at her and she grinned. 

"I see my methods have been discovered," she giggled. "Are you voicing regrets?" 

I took her in my arms and kissed her, letting all my feelings for her pour out through my embrace. The kiss lasted a minute or so, and made Ro melt in my arms. When I finally pulled away, she sighed. 

"Mmmm, wow. That was nice," she breathed. 

"Did that feel like regret?" I asked. 

"No," she whispered, "it certainly didn't. We may need to continue this conversation in the bedroom." 

"If we did that, we'd be late for work," I laughed. 

"Hmmmm, yes. Quite a quandary," she giggled, kissing me again. "Now where was I?" 

"I'm supposed to push his buttons, not break his nose," I replied. 

"Right," she laughed, regaining her focus. "He likes fucking women, yes, but what really gets him off is exerting his power. He did it to you once, and I'm betting he absolutely won't be able to resist doing it again, especially to you. He wants to show you he can take anything you have, and you're powerless to stop him."

"But, we're not, right?" I asked. 

"You're catching on!" she said. "So, you go confront him. Get in his face. Tell him you're not going to let him do it again. That will pretty much guarantee he'll try, and when I resist, he'll probably want to tell me how smart he is. Arrogant assholes like him always think they have it all figured, and when he blows his own horn, his ass is ours."

So, with today's strategic planning complete, we headed for work, in our usual staggered arrival pattern. I was going to be confronting Mills in the morning, and Carolyn would offer herself up as bait in the afternoon, and the bait was very tempting. She was wearing the little red bra, again, which was the next best thing to being braless. After I wound him up, he'd be all over her, and we'd get the last nails for his coffin. 

I was up first, and I was nervous. I hoped that I could keep my emotions under control when faced with being in the same room as him. I wanted to appear angry, but not be angry. Ro knew I needed a pep talk. 

"Here baby," she whispered as she handed me the spy pen. "You know what to do. Just follow the plan. He'll probably say some things that will hurt, but be strong. He's saying them to try to get a reaction, and you control your reaction." She looked around for prying eyes, and finding none, kissed me softly. "Go get him." 

I gave Ariella a nod of acknowledgement as I came in, and walked past her desk. She was with us in her attitude about her boss, and busied herself minding her own business. I knocked on his door, then stepped in and closed it. 

"Harrison, we need to talk," I said sternly, taking a seat. "It's come to my attention that you still have a problem keeping your hands to yourself." 

"Says who?" he asked, taking one shot at feigning innocence. 

"Don't insult my intelligence. We both know that you've been sexually harassing and assaulting my assistant Carolyn. Did you think she wouldn't tell me?" 

"Did you think I'd care?" he gloated. "It's my word against hers, and I'm the boss. Whose word do you think they'll take? As for her telling you....so what? You couldn't do anything about it when I was fucking your pretty wife, so what makes you think you can do anything now?" 

That's it... Run your mouth. I'm sure your wife will love to hear how you lied to her about the last time you got caught with your dick where it shouldn't be. 

"I think I'll take that pretty assistant away from you," he continued. "I'm sure she'll come around once she sees the benefits of working for me. Damn, but she's built, not that a pathetic wimp like you would notice. I'll bet her tits are even nicer than your wife's were." He smiled a particularly evil smile. "I wonder if she'll like it up the ass as much as Kate did?" 

You smug, deluded bastard, I thought. Part of me was enjoying this, listening to him hang himself. Part of me wanted to rip his head off and shit down his neck. Right now, the latter part was stronger, and I desperately tried to reign it in as I stood up, and stepped toward the door. 

"I won't let you get away with this again," I growled. 

"Yeah, yeah....just get your ass out of my office," he smiled, with a dismissive wave, "and send Carolyn in later." 

Oh, she'll be in later, but not for the reasons you're thinking. 

By the time I made it back to my office, my hands were shaking with rage, and Ro was waiting with a hug and a kiss as soon as the inner door was closed. 

"You did it, Sweetie," she cooed soothingly. "Your part is done. Now it's my turn to finish him off." 

"Yeah," I exhaled as I sat heavily in my chair. "Are you sure it wouldn't have just been easier to shoot him?" 

"Easier, yes, but not nearly as much fun!" she giggled, adjusting her blouse. "I'll be out here if you need to talk about anything. I'm going to wait until this afternoon to get those documents signed by him. It should be the last time." 

***

I arrived at home a little later than usual that night, having stopped on the way to pick up the dinner that Ro ordered. Apparently, we were celebrating. 

I walked in to find my sister, hair still damp from her shower, sitting on the couch, and smiling from ear to ear. 

"We should eat first, before it gets cold," she said quietly. "We can talk about this afternoon later."

And so we did, eating in virtual silence. To me, at this point, there was little else to talk about. I guess my tension was visible. Ro reached across the table, and touched my hand. 

"David, honey....I know this has been incredibly difficult for you, dredging up old feelings, and dealing with him. I'm sure that having me be the lure in our plan has been a case of déjà vu that you could do without. Thank you for trusting me enough to allow this to play out." Her hand was still on mine, feeling soft and warm. It was comforting, but her next words were even more so. 

"It's over. We have everything we need. The only question now is when to put him out of your misery. I assume sooner would be better?" 

"Is years ago soon enough?" I blurted out, before I realized how it must have sounded to her. It finally penetrated my skull, and I immediately regretted saying it. 

"Oh, Ro....I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that the way it sounded....I'm so happy we are together, and I wouldn't go back. That was just the anger and pain talking. Can you forgive me?" 

"Of course, David," she said. My words must have stung, but she let it slide off without showing the effects. "If you want to listen to the recording, just click on play, but I should warn you....it's pretty nasty. He bragged about what he did before, just like I thought he would, and he put his head in the noose himself, but it's going to be painful for you to hear. Are you sure you want to?"

"Sure? No," I shook my head, "but I should hear it. I know it will hurt, but it's over now. It's just history."

Ro nodded, and stood up, walking over to the kitchen peninsula where her laptop sat. She picked it up, and brought it back to the table, taking a seat beside me. She took my hand in hers, and looked at me lovingly. 

"Ready?" she asked, her finger hovering over the enter key. I nodded. 

Harrison Mills was an arrogant, evil, philandering, misogynistic bastard....and apparently quite proud of that fact, because he made no effort to conceal it. As Ro had predicted, he couldn't resist telling her that he'd done this before, and always got away with it. He threatened her job if she didn't cooperate. All the while, he tried to touch her, and she told him to stop. I heard her tell him to take his hand off her breast. Then a slap. 

"Mr. Mills, if you keep this up, I swear, I'll tell your wife about it! " Ro said on the recording. 

"Go ahead," he laughed. "That stupid bitch believes what I tell her, and I'll tell her the same thing I always have....that you came on to me asking for a promotion, and I turned you down, so you're making it up. She's clueless. Always has been." 

Ro stopped the recording. 

"There's more, but that last bit just sealed his fate," she smiled. I can't believe there's a woman on the planet who'd let her husband blatantly disrespect her like that. I've met his wife in passing, and there's no way she'll put up with this. He's done."

"So," I laughed, feeling the weight lift, "tomorrow afternoon? Does that work?" 

"I think so. Now, take me to bed, please," she asked, standing and taking my hand again. "I think we've earned a nice evening together, and there's no place I'd rather be than in your arms."

That sounded like a wonderful idea. We made love for hours, then slept blissfully until morning. 

***

I woke to the smell of breakfast cooking, as was often the case. Somehow, today was different. The sun seemed brighter, the birds more joyful, and when she entered the room, Ro's smile was more dazzling than usual. There was no doubt about the reason why. 

The clock was ticking on Harrison Mills, and he didn't even know it. Hallelujah. 

The only bad thing about the day was that the clock wasn't ticking fast enough for my liking. It seemed as though it was moving even slower as the time approached, but that was a discussion for another timeline, one in which Einstein is still alive. 

Late afternoon rolled around eventually, and Ro came into my office, taking her seat quietly. In her hand was a small digital recorder, and on the recorder was a file that we had titled 'Harrison's greatest hits'. She smiled and winked at me. 

"Shall we?" she asked. 

"Fuckin' A!" I replied, and together we walked over to his office. Ariella was still there, and gave Carolyn a hug. 

"Good luck," she whispered to us. 




When in Rome... Pt. 03



Ro stepped over in front of his office door, and knocked. I stood to the side. His voice from inside asked who it was. 

"Carolyn Willson, Sir. May I come in?" she asked innocently. 

"Carolyn? Why, of course. Do come in," he answered. You could hear the lechery in his voice. 

Ro opened the door and stepped in. Mills' face lit up lustfully, only to darken when I followed her in. He didn't say anything. We both sat down quietly and waited. 

We waited. We waited some more. Mills wasn't talking. It seemed like he was hoping that if he didn't say anything, we'd go away. Not a chance in hell. 

"What's wrong, Harrison? Suddenly out of insults and sexual innuendos?" I asked, unable to bear the silence any longer. I nodded to Ro, who pushed the button on the recorder. A few snippets of his voice rang out in the quiet room, and I watched his face redden with anger, only to blanch white when he heard himself calling his wife a 'clueless, stupid bitch, who believed his lies'. 

"Those are illegal recordings, taken out of context," he grumbled. "They'll never hold up in a court of law. You have no real proof at all of any sexual harassment, let alone assault." As he rambled on, he seemed to gain confidence, as though buying his own desperate bullshit. "You're finished here....both of you. Clean out your desks, and get out." He picked up his phone and punched a button, but no one was there, which was the whole idea of waiting until this late in the afternoon. 

"Mr. Mills, " Carolyn began, "This is just a small sample of our evidence against you. Given your history of complaints that have been filed against you, I am quite sure the company will agree that there is a basis for action here. Of course, that's assuming we decide to go that route." She leaned forward a bit, and glared at him. 

"I understand that you have a past indiscretion with Mr. Hathaway's wife, and I have you admitting to that on here as well. So, you arrogant, misogynistic pig....What makes you think this is going to court? I think your wife should have the privilege of standing in judgement over you."

The silence returned. 

"Cat got your tongue, again?" I asked. Still no comment. "That's fine. I like you better when you keep your mouth shut, so you just sit there and listen." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye contemptuously, but I remained calm, sitting comfortably back in the chair, with my legs crossed. Ro was right ; watching him squirm was more fun than watching him die would have been. 

"First....if you ever speak to Miss Willson in a disrespectful or sexually harassing way again....these recordings are going to Head Office, and your wife, " I said calmly. 

"Second....if you every touch her again....you can guess where the recordings go. If I ever hear that you've treated another woman in such a manner...ever....your wife will know what a piece of shit you really are. Any attempt to recover the evidence....and threats against either Miss Willson or myself ....any behaviour that could be construed as less than total contrition....it all goes public, and trust me, there are several copies of the recordings, just waiting to be mailed out."

"Is that it?" he sneered. "I do all this, and then you don't tell my wife?" 

"Harrison....I'm quite sure any divorce lawyer with half a brain could use what we can give him and take everything you've got. No pre-nup, and admissions of adultery....you're toast, to say nothing of possible criminal charges as a sexual predator. If I were you, I'd ask if there was anything else you could do for us, to keep us happy."

"Actually," Carolyn spoke up, "there is one more thing you can do. It's not fair that I am the only one to be protected from you. You destroyed Mr. Hathaway's marriage ; I think you owe him something more than just your promise not to do it again." 

"Uh huh," he answered, staring blankly out the window. "What would that be?" 

"Your resignation," she replied evenly. 

Mills eyes snapped back to Carolyn's face. 

"Dream on!" he laughed. "I'll fight you." 

"You might want to think that over. If we were to talk, you could end up divorced, broke, with no pension, and a cell mate with a fanny fetish," she smiled. "It's your choice, of course. Maybe you'll like getting it up the ass." He stewed silently for a minute. 

"This is for you," Carolyn said, pushing the recorder across the desk to him. "Retire, recommend Mr. Hathaway to replace you, keep your pension, and keep your past a secret. Or test my resolve, and lose everything....because, I'm not bluffing, and I'd love to see you twisting in the wind. Mr. Hathaway will get the promotion on his own merits soon enough, of that I'm sure. So do yourself a favour, because I'd personally like you to fight us, so everyone will know what you really are."

"Take your time with the decision. Tomorrow morning will be fine," she laughed as she stood, and we left together, leaving the door open. As we turned out into the hallway, the digital recorder crashed into the wall beside us, shattering into a million pieces. 

"Gee," Ro giggled, "he seems upset! I wonder why?" 

***

"I want to thank everyone for coming here today," Mills said with a smile. "I know I'm a relatively new addition to this office, and as such haven't been able to get to know all of you as well as I would like, but you've made me feel very welcome in the time I've been here. I'm afraid that I won't be able to continue as President of this location, as I will be stepping down shortly for personal and health reasons. However, I'm sure you will be in very good hands under the direction of your new President, a man whom I have personally chosen to take the reigns, and with whom I've been working for the last month to make this transition go smoothly. You already know him, so without further ado.... David Hathaway! 

It was quite the exit speech. Magnanimous, self-effacing, and for those of us who knew better, sickeningly insincere. I was at the back of the room, standing with Carolyn, and exchanging looks of veiled disgust at a few of his comments. When he announced me, I walked through the crowd, joining him at the front. I looked at him, trying to disguise my contempt, and he stepped aside. 

What followed was a pretty stereotypical speech to the troops. You know.....thanks for your cooperation in advance, my door's always open, I'm sure you'll make me proud, you work with me, not for me....the usual. Carolyn remained at the back of the room, trying not to look too proud of herself, and accepting the congratulations that came her way from the other secretaries. 

After our conversation, the day we told him he was busted, he had put up no resistance, telling us the next morning that he would be meeting all our demands. It was hard to claim that his own voice was false evidence, and I suppose once the initial anger wore off, the enormity of the situation must have been more than his ego could bear. He was positively meek, following directions without question. I had been running things from my office for the last three weeks, but in the companies eyes, Mills was training me as his replacement, hence the long transitional period. 

Finally, the day arrived, and everyone gathered for the usual farewell party. Ro and I put in an appearance, glad-handing for a while, before retreating to my old office to complete some paperwork. The party wound down, and Mills said his goodbyes, leaving for the last time. 

Only then did we venture into our new office. 

***

It's amazing how much better I felt. Harrison Mills was officially gone, as of a few hours ago. Monday morning would be our first day as President and 'First Lady' of the Rome office, although that particular part of the saga was known only to us. We had been meticulously careful not to reveal our relationship while at work, but there was cause for celebration, and we were the last to leave. 

I was sitting in my new chair, a very comfortable leather version with a high back. It felt very 'presidential', and Ro was wandering around the room, looking at the bookshelves and warm woodwork. 

"I've never had a chance to really look around in here," she laughed. Her back was to me, and her firm rump rippled with each step as she trailed her fingertips along the smooth casing around the door. She closed it, and turned to face me. "I usually had to keep my eyes on him, not the room." 

There was a familiar look on her face, but it was previously unseen in this location, usually having only been seen in our bedroom. I had a feeling 'strictly business' was about to be suspended for the evening. She tipped her glasses down, and smiled, reaching up to free her hair. It tumbled over her shoulders as she strutted toward me, swinging her hips in a more exaggerated manner. She breezed past me, closing the blinds behind my desk, and I spun my chair to watch. 

When she turned back this time, her blouse was open almost to her waist. She licked her lips as she stepped closer, putting her glasses on the corner of the desk, and perching on the edge in front of me. 

"Terribly cliché, I know," she whispered, "but how'd you like to fuck your secretary? I am so horny!" 

"Ro, my dear," I replied as I stood up, "that's like saying water is wet, and fire is hot ; it's a foregone conclusion. You're always horny." She gave me a sheepish look, then grinned. 

"Interesting choice of metaphors," she giggled, welcoming me into her arms with a kiss, "as I certainly am hot, and wet." She laid back across the desk, pulling me down with her and continuing our embrace. 

"I guess this would be a bad time to point out that it was more of a simile?" I said between kisses. 

She fixed me with her lusty gaze, and smiled. "Shut up and kiss me!" she laughed. 

You know the problem with having sex on a desk? The desk. It's hard, uncomfortable, and far too short for a big guy like me. Still, Ro did look delicious laid out like a tempting buffet of sexuality, so I decided to risk it. 

Several minutes of intense kissing followed, during which my hands explored her body as though I didn't already know every inch, and most of her clothing was dispatched. Ro had, as usual, planned ahead, and her attire reflected that fact ; everything either opened in the front or unwrapped from around her easily. Her flaming red locks spread around her head on the desktop like a halo, contrasting against the dark colour of the wood. The halo effect was in direct contrast to the devilish look in her eyes. 

"I find myself in need of something," she giggled, batting her lashes at me, "to satisfy my oral fixation. I don't suppose you could suggest anything that might help?" 

With her spread across the desk in all her nearly nude glory, the prospect of watching her lips inch slowly along my cock seemed particularly appealing. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back, unbuckling and unzipping quickly. While I shed clothing, she twisted slightly on the desk, finally hanging her head back off the edge, eyes closed, mouth open awaiting her prize. 

I positioned myself, holding my dick just inches from her face. Her lips were moist, inviting me in, and her tongue fluttered, eagerly searching out the object of her desire. I eased forward, rubbing the head of my cock across the smooth skin of her beautiful face, before finally relenting and pushing into her mouth. Her moans vibrated around my shaft as it slid deeper, and deeper. I felt the gentle tickle of her breathing on my balls as I pushed into her throat. This upside down position made it easier for her to deep throat me, and the feeling was exquisite. 

Her hands were on my hips, directing my motions as I slowly slipped in and out. I placed my hands on her full, firm breasts, thumbing her thick nipples to full erection, and causing more of those delicious reverberations to course through my cock as she groaned softly. 

"Oh fuck, Ro, that's so good," I breathed, gently stroking into her mouth and throat. I pinched her nipples, and she moaned again, sending an almost electric surge through my loins. "Shit! Be careful, baby...unless you want me to explode?" 

"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "pum mm mouf."

Funny how there's never a dentist around when you need one. Since they're used to understanding the mumblings of people who have a mouthful of stuff, maybe they could translate. Alas, none were to be found, but Ro's hands were trying to make her meaning clear. She was pushing and pulling, fucking my cock into her inverted mouth eagerly, all the while moaning in anticipation of her treat to cum. I mauled her breasts in a less than loving fashion, and felt the pressure building in my balls. 

"Shit! Oh fuck!" I grunted. "Get ready......gonna cum! NoooOOW!" 

Part of me felt guilty, spewing my load into her mouth in a purely selfish display of pleasure, while she laid there so beautiful, receptive and unrequited. That part was drowned out by the roaring freight train of ecstasy that was my orgasm, as I drained my balls into her sucking and swallowing mouth. Spasm after delicious spasm wracked my body, while my cock twitched and flexed between her red lips, spraying hot jizz down her throat in a seemingly unending tide. At last, the deluge stopped, and I withdrew on trembling legs to drop into one of the guest chairs. 

My beautiful, darling sexy sister remained, laying in place with her head drooped backwards off the edge of the desk. A small trickle and smear of semen went from her lips up across her cheek. Her long, red hair dangled almost to the floor, and her big boobs quivered with each recuperative gasp of air. Her eyes opened, finding mine to gaze into, and she flashed a huge, upside-down smile. 

"That was different," she laughed, finding the renegade cum on her cheek, and licking it off her fingers. "Was it good for you?" 

Words failed me. I flashed her a thumbs up. 

"Good," she said, lifting her head and sitting up slowly. "Ooooooo fuuuuck....Head rush!" 

When she had recovered, she stood, and dropped all her undone but still present clothing on the office floor. Once naked, she took a seat in my desk chair, and began to gently finger her juicy pussy with her feet spread wide on the desktop. I quietly walked around behind her, and looked down. 

"Excuse me, Miss Willson! What do you think you're doing?" I growled, in as authoritative a tone as I could manage without laughing. She looked up, feigning embarrassment. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," she giggled, scrambling out of my chair. She turned, perching her sexy bottom on the edge of the desk. "I didn't mean to steal your chair, Sir."

"Well....I do have work to do!" I smiled as I sat, pushing her softly onto her back. Her pretty pussy was no doubt the best 'paperwork' this desk had ever seen. She rested her feet on the arms of my chair as I rolled into position to fill out the forms in triplicate. 

I inhaled deeply, her scent so intense I could almost taste it. A small droplet of juice trickled slowly toward her ass, but I intercepted it before it could get too far, licking her softly. She was delicious, as always, and I had to admit that eating her like this was going to be more comfortable than the way I usually did it. Much easier on the neck, I wondered how many times I could get her off like this. 

With that in mind, I pointed my tongue, and traced the moist contours of her yummy cunt, dipping occasionally into the gap between her pouting lips, which were becoming more engorged and swollen by the second. Ro's hand gently gripped the back of my head as she moaned. 

"Oh David, that's it baby. Lick my pussy. Your tongue feels so good," she hissed. 

Since I wasn't exactly checking my watch regularly, I don't really know how long I spent camped between her luscious thighs. It was long enough that a small puddle of my saliva and her natural gravy was forming under her bum. Long enough that my tongue was getting a bit cramped, and her snatch was gaping open wider. Long enough that her moans of joy had become exhausted whimpers, because it was long enough to get her to cum four times. I gave her clit one last caress with the tip of my tongue, and the hand that had been holding me close started to push my head away. 

"Stop! Please, god....stop!" she gasped. "My clit is on fire! I can't take any more!" She lolled her head from side to side. "No more." 

I sat back in the chair, wiggling my jaw to work the kinks out. Ro's legs hung limply as she rested in place, catching her breath. I watched her for a few minutes, then leaned over her. 

"Ro, you're the best assistant any executive could ask for," I whispered, kissing her softly, "and not just because you're the planet's best cocksucker. I'm going to miss you." 

She sat up, looking at me, confused. "Miss me? Why would you miss me? I'm not going anywhere!" 

"The company doesn't like spouses to work together," I said evenly. 

"Spouses?" she giggled, eyes open wide. "Oh David! Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" She leapt to her feet and virtually bounced into my arms, nearly knocking me over. She hung, feet flailing excitedly, from my neck, kissing me madly. I let her down gently when she broke the kiss. 

"I'm glad you don't need me down on one knee," I laughed, "because it would be a little weird doing it naked." 

"David," she giggled, "you just proposed to your sister. I think weird just got redefined a bit." She seemed to think for a minute then added. "I guess Mom and Dad won't be attending the ceremony!" 

"Mom, Dad, anyone from work....I'm thinking the only ones there will be us," I said. 

"That's okay," she smiled, leaning back on the desktop. "The only ones that matter are the two of us...much like right now." Her legs spread slowly open, finishing her thought quite eloquently. 

When I stepped into place, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me in with her heels as she reached down and guided my cock home. I slid smoothly balls deep, and she moaned softly, urging me down for a kiss. 

Sex is a lot of fun, isn't it? The euphoric release of endorphines that accompanies orgasm is intoxicating, addictive....and an empty thrill, when compared with true emotional connection. That's what I was feeling right now, and I truly believe Ro was as well. Months ago, we had begun this journey with physical explorations of each other's bodies, then professed our love for each other, each step increasing our emotional link. Now, an oath of commitment to each other had completed the process, and I could sense the change. 

It was gentle, languid, and so hot it almost defied belief. I stroked smoothly into her, while she undulated her hips in subtle circles that received my thrusts as naturally as breathing. Her pussy rippled, a muscular embrace that escalated my arousal quickly. I wasn't alone. 

"O-o-o-o-o-h-m-m-m-m-m-y-g-o-o-o-d-d!" she hissed, her voice a quivering breath of ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and she moaned as she came, while I sprayed her inner walls with my own climax. We shuddered through our mutual orgasms, holding each other close, until I needed to withdraw. My legs were wobbly as I sat down. 

I rested my head back against the chair, catching my breath while I watched my cum drip slowly out of Ro's pussy onto the rich wood of the desktop. A very erotic sight, one I never tired of. 

I was sitting there with a faraway look on my face when Ro finally sat up, having recovered sufficiently. My sister noticed. 

"What's up?" she asked, sitting gently on my lap. "It would appear there's some serious thinking going on in there," she added, kissing my forehead. 

"Yeah, sorry," I replied. "I just feel a little guilty. I know we made him pay a price for chasing you, and for ruining my first marriage...but it almost feels like we're letting the bastard off the hook. Sure, we got revenge, but in the end, he still hasn't really been made to atone for his actions. We benefited, but we used his behaviour to help ourselves, not get justice. Does that make sense?"




When in Rome... Pt. 03



"Yes darling," she laughed, then looked down, a bit ashamed. "I was going to tell you this....but you kind of distracted me with the whole 'eat me and fuck me on the desk, then propose routine'! Anyway, I was feeling kind of the same way....that's why I emailed his wife with a few audio clips. Just the ones that will piss her off enough to make his life hell. The ones where he insults her and admits to fucking around before. For now, anyway. She shouldn't be living with that prick, not knowing what he's done."

"I see we think alike," I laughed, smiling at her. "Not that it should be a big surprise."

"No, I don't suppose it should be," she whispered, resting her head on my shoulder. Several minutes of silence followed. 

"Are you sure I can't be your assistant and your wife? Can't you change the rule? After all, you're the President, right?"

Hmmmm. Good point. 

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