Four Guys, Two Girls, and a LOT of Lube !!!

Picture this. Your little Lisa's sitting in front of the screen, typing a message when BANG! The door flies open and like a rubgy team (but not as many - thank god), in rushes a bunch of guys and a really really cute little dark chick.

I only have time to type the last word and click-send and they're on me. Dave's at the front with his, ever-fucking-present, rope. He and his mate Phil drag me over to the low armchair, bend me over it, and tie my arms down. So I'm there right, bare-arsed, coz I always go bare-arsed when I'm home, bent over a chair, my arse in the air, and a chick I haven't even been introduced to somewhere in the room.



My head's down now and all I can see is chair and carpet, and all I can hear is laughter and that sploogy sound of lube being squeezed out of a tube. Cold lube, and a cold hand starts rubbing it into my arsehole. It clenches tight when the cold fingers touch, then it relaxes and opens up a bit, then a bit more until whosever fingers they are can slip in, well three at least. Can you imagine?

The first cock pushes its head against the resistence of my arsehole. There's not much resistence and it slides in. There's always a tiny moment of pain when the muscle stretches but then it's pure bliss all the way. It's Dave, I know, coz he always goes first. Some kind of territory thing. Funny when you think about it really. *giggle* So, he's fucking me and I'm loving it. My eyes are closed and I feel a soft hand on my cheek. I stretch my head up to see the dark chick.



She's got the cutest face, all pouty, thick South American lips, skin so dark-tanned she can't possibly live here! She introduces herself as Rita (kind of an old name for this chick). So, we're talking about ourselves, she's holding my head up coz it hurts after a while, holding it up by myself; and all the time I'm bumping backwards and forwards as my arse is being fucked. I could feel my face getting so hot, from the being upside down kinda, and from getting more turned on by the second.

Rita has one hand down the front of her shorts (yes, shorts) and is playing with her pussy. She says she wishes she had a cock so she could fuck me too. Then I think of my strap-on in the drawer by my bed. She's off like a shot. Moments later, Dave's cock slips out of my arse and with a "hola honey", Rita is pushing at my arsehole with my big, black strap-on. I can hear the guys voices. They're impressed.

She must have done this before coz she pushes in and out of me without hurting. If you use a strap-on in someone's arse the wrong way, it can really hurt. She's panting hard and I don't imagine for a second that it's from the exertion. I can't look back but her rhythm changes suddenly. Then I feel a huge shove and it's like Rita's suddenly more powerful.



Dave's at my face and telling me what's happening. One of the other guys has grabbed a little low bench, yknow, one of those for putting on shoes and stuff, and he's put his cock in Rita's arse. So what I'm getting is this whole fucking train and me at the front, getting both of thier thrusts. Feels good. ;)



Over the next half hour or so, I'm fucked, still tied, by all of the guys more than once, and then they untie me. I get to finally meet Rita face to face and then face to cunt and face to arse and cunt to cunt, cock to mouth to arse to cunt. You get the picture. We were like a bunch of worms all fucking and sucking and cumming, on the floor. I've told you about Dave's mates before. They're deviates to a man but I know em all now and I trust em too. One of em has a cock that must be ten inches long. It's thick too and fuck, when that goes in my arse, it feels like a fucking tree in me. I ride him hard too. It's best when I'm on my back and pinned to the floor, my hands over my head, also pinned and that massive cock shoving into me. My cunt gets so wet I feel like I'll drown in it.

When everyone's had enough and we've smoked a J or two and feeling mellow, they all leave. All except, Rita. She stayed for the night and we had a lot more fun, just the two of us. A nice warm bath together and then bed, soft playing for the rest of the night, coming down nicely. I'm keeping in touch with her for sure. She's going back home in a few weeks so we'll have time to hang out. I'm sure I'll have more to tell and she read the blog. She'll read this too. That chick is so tasty and a total show-off.

My Italy Trip - Day 3 - March 5 - Milan

Today is the final day in Milan. It’s been an exhausting few days already. Not the social stuff but the biz. If you’ve every sat through a meeting that’s boring or you don’t really know what’s going on, then try sitting from nine in the morning til seven or later at night with one meeting after the other. It is so tiring.

 

As soon as I’d left Ursula’s door and got into the taxi, I switched on my mobile. There were six voicemails. Four were from Rodney wondering where the fuck I was, and am I still alive. One is from Gino, the GM of our Italian division wanting to setup a meeting for lunchtime, and the last one is from Wendy in London, saying hi and asking if I needed to be picked up at the airport tomorrow. I’ve gotta tell you, Wendy loves driving. I got her a little black Mini for Christmas last year and ever since then, she’s forever asking if she can drive me places in it. It’s all kitted out with all the sports options. She’s got wide tyres and GPS, even one of those DVD players mounted in the dash, and it’s a drop-top. We ‘christened’ it the night I gave it to her and bloody hell, my back is still recovering. You can do a lot of things in a Mini but sex ain’t one of em.

 

I get Rodney sorted first coz I just know he’s going to be driving everyone mad asking if they’ve seen me. He gives me an earful for ditching him last night and I promise I won’t do it again. We both know it’s bullshit but he likes to hear it, anyway. If the board knew he lost me for a whole night, maybe even I wouldn’t be able to save his job. I assure him I’ll let him know the second I get to work.

 

Next is Gino. Now Gino is a pretty cool guy. He’s about forty-five and one of those smooth and sexy Italian business dudes, with the tailored suits and shiny shoes. When my parents died he was the first on the phone from Italy to offer his sympathies and even though he was only a middle ranking exec back then, it meant a lot, especially when the, then, GM didn’t call until the next day. When the old GM retired and I was asked which of our Italian staff should get the gig, he was the first one I thought of and he’s impressed all the way. Of course, it wasn’t just my choice and the board had to discuss candidates and approve too, but his CV made him perfect for it. Anyway, so I call Gino. He’s got some stuff he wants to talk about but not in the office. He says it’s a little personal. No, he doesn’t want to fuck me. I love him dearly but he’s like an uncle. We’re family, Gino and me, and you don’t fuck your family; not in my world anyway. I’m kinda lucky like that. I’ve got a lot of family who aren’t really family at all.

 

By the time I’ve got all the calls sorted, I’m at the office. I pay off the taxi and just as I’m flicking the speed-dial on my mobile for Rodney, he comes striding out of the building. He gives me a good-natured nudge with his elbow and tells me to be good today. Like a good daughter I agree. How long that’ll last, who knows, but for now he can breathe a bit easier.

 

Today is decision time on a bunch of projects but luckily, the board is going to take care of most of these in London. We need to eliminate the more insane bidders from yesterday’s presentations. The Ghostly Italian dude makes it through to the next round of proposals although he won’t be told until later in the afternoon. It’s always been a policy of the company to make people sweat a bit. Sux but it’s been like that for a really long time.

 

During the morning session, Ursula phones to see if I’m free for lunch. I tell her I have another arrangement and can’t make it but how about dinner? OK, she says, and I get back to the meeting. Twenty minutes later she calls again to ask who I’m having lunch with. I tell her it’s a colleague and she’s cool again. Altogether before lunch Ursula has called seven times, each one is to ask a different question. She seems pretty anxious but maybe that’s normal here. Eventually, despite all the interruptions, we get through the final selections and they’re sent to the board for their opinion. They won’t get back to us before three. We break for lunch at one o’clock and I take a taxi to the restaurant to meet Gino. Rodney follows close behind and today, to his relief no doubt, I don’t try to ditch him.

 

While I’m having lunch with Gino, Ursula calls again and again. Eventually, I switch my phone off and Gino tells me what he wanted to discuss. Luckily it’s not really a serious thing, just some confusion that’s easily set right. Here’s the weird bit though. During our coffees following a lunch of grilled halibut and salad, Ursula walks into the restaurant and up to the table where Gino and I are sitting. She makes some shitty comment about being blown off for some Italian cock, ignores Gino who is right beside her, and shakes her finger at me. I hadn’t really expected this kind of shit from her and now Ursula is totally pissing me off. I tell her that she’s right out of order and if she doesn’t piss off immediately, I’ll have the restaurant guys throw her out. Her face turns the brightest red I’ve ever seen on a person and slams out of the place.

 

Gino is shocked and I tell him a little of why she’s so shitty but after a few short comments, we agree that she was way over the top. I’ve decided to let her know that we’re finished by the time G. and I finish our coffee. She’s not answering her mobile and it’s too early for her to have gotten back home so I figured I can wait. I have to get back to the office anyway. It’s going to be a heavy afternoon.

 

Once work is done, after seven o’clock again, all I want is to have something to eat, get back to my hotel, have a long bath and head out. Ursula’s still not answering her phones, home or mobile, but fuck her. Who needs it?

 

I’m out looking for a cab just after 10pm. Luckily, taxis are drawn to my hotel like moths to a bright light. It only takes a few minutes ‘til one pulls up. You ever get a feeling that someone’s watching you but when you look, there’s nobody there? Spooky, huh? Well, I had that right then. Must be tired, I thought.

 

So I’m in the cab and trying to decide where to go. Propaganda was pretty cool and it’s starting point at least. Off I go to Propaganda feeling really free and fresh after my lovely bath.

 

First thing is a stolly, next is getting all sweaty again after spending an hour getting clean. Oh well. Anyway, I’m there right, sweating and dancing with this cute blonde guy and just feeling the whole vibe. Smooth. Then a hand on my shoulder. I get spun around and it’s Ursula. “What the fuck you play at, huh?” she shouts.

“Huh?” I say and keep moving to the sounds.

“Why you don’t wait for me?” she shouts, louder this time.

“Hey, you act like a psycho and then don’t answer your fuckin’ phone. What am I sposed to do? I shout back.

 

Well, it all gets ugly and Ursula throws a punch. Rodney’s right there and grabs her arm before she can connect and marches her to the exit. Thank fuck I didn’t ditch him tonight. I walk over to where he is and he says “What do you want me to do with her? Cops?”

“Nah” I say “Just make sure she doesn’t get back in.”

“You OK?”

“Yeah, cheers Rodders.”

 

So back at the hotel, that feeling I had. Maybe that was her. Who knows? I get back into the groove and relax again. Takes more than some psycho to kill Lisa’s good time.

 

I get a lift to another club with some local guy. He seems ok and I know Rodney’s nearby. Maybe just for tonight I’ll keep him on the trail.

 

More stollies, more dancing, sweating, dancing, stollies, and I’m feeling really mellow. Business is over for this trip and I’m back home tomorrow.

 

And then up walks this chick!

 

She is cute! She’s not just cute. She’s jaw-dropping, what the fuck was I just doing?, brain-destroyingly HOT! I mean this chick has got that Eastern European cold, sizzling at the same time, look. Blue-grey eyes that could slice you in two. She knows every eye is on her and she just does her own thing. Fuck what you think!

 

She stops in front of me. “Hey.” A flashed, subtle smile. Her left eyebrow raised. “Drink?”

Now, I don’t normally fumble over words but…”Umm…yeah..stolly..rocks..umm..cheers.” That’s as far as I get and she’s gone, off to the bar, the sea of dancers and drinkers parting in front of her. OMG!

 

You ever see a chick so gorgeous that you just about have to chew on your fist so you don’t scream?

 

The parting sea signals her return. “Vanya!” she shouts over the music.

“Lisa” I take the drink.

 

We drink and dance in silence. I’m checking her out in as subtle a way as possible. She’s examining me like a scientist examines and an insect; or rather like a spider examines a fly. Nobody makes me feel like this. I’m the hunter, no matter what the other girl or guy may think! That’s my way. Not now though. I feel like prey.

 

When she takes my hand and leads me through the crowd, past the bar, and after a quick nod to the barman, out into the rear alley behind the club, and I just follow in her wake. I’m powerless.

 

She slams me up against the grimy, dark brick wall and prepares to devour my mouth. One hand grabs hard at my crotch and I feel sparks fly and my head spins. Her tongue is in my mouth and I meet it with equal vigour. We’re both panting, rasping. My cunt is soaking her fingers that probe inside me, though my knickers. I’m almost cumming and she takes her hand away, and her mouth.

 

“Wanna come back my place?” she asks, cool as ice with a hint of mischief.

 

I just nod and we walk out of the alley, Vanya striding ahead.

 

A small red glow catches the corner of my eye and there’s Rodney, having a fag and trying not to look at me. He always gets embarrassed when he sees me getting on. He raises his eyebrows and points his eyes in Vanya’s direction in a way that means ‘you ok?’ I smile and nod. He stubs out his smoke and makes his way to his car, keeping to the shadows.

 

Vanya’s black sports car is growling in an instant and we’re off.

 

Within minutes we’re at her hotel. She throws the keys to the valet and saunters into the huge lobby. She checks for messages at the desk and heads for the lift. I’m following like a puppy all the while and she just assumes I’m with her. She doesn’t look back. There’s no need and she knows it.

 

In the lift she watches me. Looking me up and down her eyes stop when they meet mine and she smiles. This time her smile is much warmer. We just regard each other and ding! We arrive at her floor.

 

Once inside her room she is a different person. Her smile broadens, softening her eyes’ cold glare. Her coat and scarf sail across the room and land on a chair. She prepares a drink at the small bar and tells me to undress. I comply and when I am standing there naked, in the middle of her living room, she hands me a drink. Her eyes appraise me as one would a piece of art. She simply nods approval and smiles again. And then she, with the air of one who has done this many times, removes her clothes. She walks over to a voluminous armchair and sits, hips forward, legs spread wide. I don’t need instructions here. In a second I am on my knees, face in her crotch, my tongue beginning its journey into the depths of Vanya.

 

Her orgasm is slow to arrive. It builds a little at a time from a barely noticeable flutter, to ripples, to a faster and faster rise and fall of her belly, and then a flood of sound and movement. Her knuckles are white as she grasps the arms of the chair. Her breath is ragged. A moan builds from low in her chest to become a howl as she releases everything inside of her. My face is wet all over from her cum and her release of piss as she loses control. Her whole body flushes red and she tries to push my face away, but I’m having none of it. I keep my tongue hard at work, teasing and tracing her bright pink lips. She comes twice more before she finally forces my face away by closing her legs tight.

 

We’re at each other all night, neither of us sleeping at all, until, in the early hours of morning, we collapse.

 

When my mobile rings at nine o’clock I can barely see who’s calling. It’s Rodney. He’s down in the lobby, ready to take me to my hotel and then to the airport. Vanya stirs and asks who it is. When I tell her I have to fly home she insists I go with her to Venice, at least for a few days. Last night was so good. How could I resist? So I tell Rodney to cancel my flight and to call Wendy to let her know that I’ll be delayed a few days. He’s cool with it and only asks how I’m getting to Venice and when. I say I’ll call him later in the morning. I hang up and feel a hand on my breast. No more sleep then.

 

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Kris's Challenge - It was a blast. Suggestions for another one? You're all welcome.

Background

While messaging online (That was on Friday 10^th March btw), a friend and I were discussing how I’d tried a lot of things and that I was always thinking of something new to try. I asked Kris to give me a challenge and this is what he came up with.

The Challenge

Go out, dressed as a guy, and chat up girls…and try to pull one. (Oh yeah, to you people who might not know. In England, to pull someone is to successfully ask them out, or home).

Sounds easy enough right? I did it but it was complicated to organize and really, really hard to get the guy thing right.  See what happened.

What Happened

Setting up

Something like this needs some planning. Can you imagine if I just threw on some guy’s clothes and went out on the street? “Hey, that chick’s dressed like a guy.”

First thing, I called an old mate Patrick. He’s a make-up artist for TV and movies and stuff. It took about two hours (you reading this Mr Challenge Man?) of make-up and some artificial stubble, strapping my tits down, and all kinds of other bollocks to make me passable as a fella. Then Patrick had to teach me how to move like a guy. Now, as you’ve probably guessed, Patrick is gay. That’s a gimme. Well, he may be gay but he’s not a girly gay. If you didn’t know or had your gaydar switched off you’d think he was straight, not macho straight but a regular guy.

So, he watched me walk, laughed and slapped his forehead. Over the next hour or so he coached me. By the end he seemed happy enough that I could get away with it for a night, maybe a few hours. The voice was next. My voice is soft but not that breathless, brain-dead model soft. I can drop it a bit and growl, specially when I’m horny. Patrick pretty much told me that if horny worked to lower my pitch, then think horny. I’m laughing as I write this part coz, come on, how hard do you think it is for me to think horny? It’s my natural state. Come on, Patrick, what kind of dick are you? Duh!

Last bit was what to wear. That part was easier. Just standard guy going out to dance gear. Yeah yeah, I hear you but really, how much trouble does your average guy go to? Just chuck on whatever’s nearby. A cap to hide my rolled up hair and ready. Sorted.

On the town

I had to travel pretty far from home coz people know me around here and I didn’t want to get tumbled right at the start. How the fuck am I going to get away with this? Anyway, I found a club that was pretty packed and figured I’d better get into the whole thing or else I was going to freak and bail. First off I grabbed a lemon stolly then thought “Oh fuck!”, ditched the chick drink and got a lager. How do you know how to do this shit when you’ve never done it before? How does a guy pull? Then it came to me. Fuck it, I’ve been pulled that many times, I just gotta like reverse it.

The first coupla chicks give me the “oh please!” look and turn away. Yeah, it’s funny how good you get at ignoring guys when you’re in a club with your mates. When it’s late it’s worse coz they’re all pissed (drunk) and it’s harder to get em to take no for an answer. So I’m there and scoring a big zero, but I keep trying. Sorry guys. You must think we’re the biggest bitches but look at it from our point of view. A hundred dicks with fellas attached wandering about trying to get a fuck before the music stops and there’s us, looking to them like we’ve got a huge sign over our heads saying ‘FUCK ME’.

Anyway, I found one chick who was a little pissed herself and started chatting. She was slurring her words a bit and she kept saying how I was soooo sensitive and not like other guys. We wound up snogging a bit but after a while she got up to go for a piss and just didn’t come back.

Now it was getting late. I was standing around thinking I didn’t care if I pulled or not. It’s a challenge, not a contract so sorry Kris, I’m outta here. Up went the bottom of my glass of lager, the fifth or sixth of the night, I lost count, downed like water. OK, home time. I’m almost out the door, feeling the cold air blasting in from the windy street outside and I see this sad looking chick sitting by herself at a table in a darkened corner by the door. She looks up, gives me one of those downhearted “oh hi” kind of smiles and drops her eyes back to the glass in front of her. She’s picking at her fingers and really looking empty. Just another depressed chick I think. Probably dumped by her boyfriend or stood up. Who knows? When you go to as many clubs as me you see it all the time and these chicks wind up being as familiar as the long bar or the thumping music.

I think ‘why not’ and gesture to sit down. She gives me that ‘whatever’ kind of sideways flick glance and goes back to examining her glass.

“I’m Chris” I say

“Julie…Jules” she replies.

“Drink?”

“Yeah, alright…” Her eyes brighten a tiny bit “…Baileys and milk” Her voice carries no enthusiasm but at least she’s talking.

“Be right back” I say and wade through the dicks and chicks back to the bar.

When I get back she seems to have gotten her shit together a bit and actually smiles at me. She thanks me when I hand her the drink and we make conversation. Turns out she was supposed to meet her boyfriend Rick here but he phoned her about twenty minutes before I saw her to say he wasn’t coming. Something to do with a car and some weed. He pulls this shit all the time according to Jules. She wants to dump him but “…you know?” Yeah, I know. She’s got a dipshit for a boyfriend but at least she’s got one. This kind of sad bullshit goes on every day. Chicks hanging around coz they’re too fucking down on themselves to imagine they’re worth more than the crap they’re handed. So there she is, sitting at a table in the corner of a trance-thumping club feeling sorry for herself and trying to find the strength to get up and go home.

It takes a while but after the usual “…so what do you do?...” chat, she puts her hand on mine and says “I really like you. Thanks for talking to me.” Thanks! Like I’m doing her a favour. This chick really needs to get some bottle.  No wonder her boyfriend treats her like shit.

Long story a bit shorter, I ask her if she’d like to come home with me. She makes a show of hesitating and “How can I, I’ve got a boyfriend…” and then says yes, of course.

Once in the door of my flat, she lunges at me like a hungry wolf and we wind up on the bed. We’re kissing and grinding at each other and I’m running my hands all over her body. I can feel she’s wet, right through her knickers. She’s panting and groaning and the temperature in the room is getting to critical.

Then she puts her hand between my legs and everything stops.

Her eyes go through about a thousand emotions in the blink of an eye. First, confusion, then fear, anger, more confusion, then outrage.

She says something about not being like that and wriggles around a bit, making her way off the bed and then I touch her wet pussy again. She raises her hand to slap my hand away but instead she pushes it harder against her. I pull her back towards me again and the look in her eyes again cycles, but this time it goes from confusion, to resignation, then to lust.

Jules fucks my hands until she cums, and cums within seconds strangely enough. She overcomes her prejudice quickly and we spend the next few hours bringing each other to climax after climax.  The first time her tongue rubbed against my pussy was the first time she’d ever done anything at all like that with a woman. Even when she was a kid, she told me, she’d never felt any kind of desire to even try it. By the end of the night I think she was converted.

She asked if I’d be her girlfriend if she fucked Gary, her boyfriend, off but Christ, the last thing I need is some chick who attaches herself to the next thing that comes along. She rings me every day and just about an hour ago, while I was in the middle of writing this, she called to say she’d dropped Gary coz she’s met this “…really nice girl who thinks I’m lovely…” Shit, she sure loves riding that roundabout. I hope this chick she met isn’t just a female copy of Gary but she probably is. Some chicks never learn.

So Kris, I did it. Anyone got another challenge? Once I get over this flu, I’m ready to take the next challenge.

My Italy Trip - Day 2 - March 4 - Milan

Saturday morning, bright and early. OK, not so bright and not as early as it should have been. Hung over and dressed in the same clothes I’d worn out the night before, not exactly right for a business meeting, I dragged my poor sorry arse into the building, past the fucking hangers-on falling over themselves to be nice to me, queen of the dancefloor and feeling like shit. If I’d been a secretary you can be sure I would have been out on my same sorry arse looking for a new job. Sure, power has privileges but I didn’t care right then. All I wanted was a nice lie down, an ice-pack and possibly a largish bucket.

 

So, you’ve got the picture. Lisa, under the weather and nobody with enough spine to say boo to her fucking highness, heir to the empire. Blech!.

 

Rough agenda here. From 9 til 10.30 strategy. 10.45 til 12.00 budget reports and some kind of economic shit I didn’t get. 12.00 til 2.00 lunch. In my case it was a lie down with some vitamin B, the largish bucket mentioned earlier, curtains drawn, and a raging argument right outside my door. What did I do? Turned into Megabitch as one does, threw the door open and gave the loud bastards such an earful that they scurried away cringing. Nobody fucks with Lisa when she’s not well. As it turns out, one of them was a contractor who had come to submit a proposal for some development or other. You should have seen the look on his face when he was shown in to pitch for his project. Man, a ghost would have to use skin whitening cream for a year to be as white as that dude’s face.

 

From 2.00 onwards it was Developer Dick and his incredible vanishing pigment, some other guys who must have shit their pants when they saw him coming out of our meeting room, and rolling meetings and proposals and presentations until 7.30 when we broke up for the day.

 

I had dinner with a few of the guys and Rodney, my minder. Funny thing about Rodney. I always give him the slip and he’s supposed to keep an eye on me like around the clock. We’ve got this kind of arrangement now. He doesn’t chase too hard and I don’t end up dead. Seems to work so far. I kinda feel sorry for him though. He’s such a sweety to me and I ditch him first chance I get.

 

Right, so nine o’clock and dinner’s finished. I’m in a taxi blasting along the Via whatever and Rodney must be at least three blocks back, no doubt scratching his head and wondering how the fuck I ditched him so quick. A chick’s gotta have resources if she wants to have fun.

 

Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that between the shouting Italians and the afternoon meetings, Ursula called. You remember, the chick from last night. We’d arranged to get some dinner but that got screwed up so I told her I’d meet her at her place if she could tell the taxi driver where to drive to. OK, so I get to Ursula’s place and you can guess. Right. I’ve still got the clothes on from last night and I must stink. I pay off the taxi driver and Ursula rushes me inside. She starts kissing me and getting overheated but I push her away. Look, nothing’s happening until I’ve had a shower at least.

 

Predictably, I’m in the shower and in less than a minute I’m not alone. At least the chick seems to have got the message and she’s calmed down a bit. I relax when she takes the loofa and starts washing my back. There’s nothing urgent here. I soap myself and wash my tits and stomach and pussy while Ursula’s behind me taking care of my back and arse and legs. My breathing slows. This is more like it.

 

I drift in silence through my own little world while Ursula’s hands wander around, calming and soothing me. Her hands are on my bum then her tongue is snaking its way around my areshole. It’s fine. It’s ok. My breathing quickens again. My face feels hot and I bend forward a little. The warm water’s streaming down my body while Ursula’s fingers are walking forward then sliding along the folds of my pussy.

 

When she touches my clit it’s like someone’s thrown something electric into the water. My nipples prick up, my face flushes hot. My stomach kinda grabs and I bend further forward coz my legs won’t quite hold me. I have to explain. Ursula has one of those showers that’s over a bath so we’re standing in an old bathtub, one of those high-sided things from like years ago. Lucky for me coz I can sorta lean my elbows on the end of the bath.

 

She pushed my legs further apart so she could get her face up into my pussy. Then it was that it happened. I came and I mean I came hard, real hard. Maybe it was the tension of the day or something. I dunno but it hurt so much, that hard cramping kind of climax that I pissed on Ursula’s face. All over her face. She was great though. She just kept licking me and flicking me with her tongue. The bitch just kept going and I just kept cumming and pissing. I was shaking so bad that my legs buckled under me and I came crashing down onto the poor chick.

 

Nothing fazed Ursula though. She waited til I stop quivering too much and took my hand and led me to the bedroom where I flopped down onto the bed and went straight to sleep.

 

I woke up at about two in the morning on my stomach with a pillow under my belly and Ursula’s fingernails running up and down my spine and circling around my pussy.

 

When I realized where I was I rolled over and looked at Ursula. She smiled and I smiled and then we were at each other, tearing at each other’s tits and kissing like it was some kind of treasure that’d been lost for a really long time. Our tongues wrestled. Our lips ground together. She reached over and grabbed something out of the top drawer of her bedside table. It was a black rubber strap-on cock. I grabbed it from her and told her “No way bitch, this is mine!”

 

I pushed her onto her back, held her down with my knee, strapped on the cock then took her arms, forced them over her head so she couldn’t move, lubed her up from a tube on the table and fucked her hard. She came and came and came. She had to beg me stop after her a while coz she couldn’t stand it anymore. So I let her rest.

 

When we got enough energy back we showered again and slid into bed again. This time we just kissed, held each other and went to sleep.

 

This time the alarm was set and the morning wasn’t the moment of blind panic on waking that it was yesterday. Breakfast, kisses, dressed, more kisses, taxi called, then work by nine.

My Italy Trip - Day 1 - March 3 - Milan

This is the first day here and I don’t want to put you to sleep with all the details of the meetings I had to have for most of the day. YUK!! Enough to say that they were long and boring and full of tiny detail that I have to know about but would rather not know. All the “yes Miss, no Miss, may I help, Miss?” shit is just too much!!

OK real quick for you girls and guys who don’t know. I’m sposed to be learning the family business and I have to take it over in a couple of years. I can’t really say what it is here, but it’s some pretty heavy and involved shit so the bean counters and minders and assorted wallys are trying real hard to teach it to me. Nuff said about that. :(

Once all the business shit was over it was pretty late so I grabbed some dinner and headed out to find the best place to party. Course nothing gets started til late so I just hit a coupla bars to kinda scope out the town. By the time it got to party time like around 11 I was quite pissed (oh that’s drunk to any Americans reading this). After dinner I started with light beer but by party time I was on Stollys. I wasn’t too fucked up but I had that kinda warm and a bit fuzzy buzz . Yknow what I mean.

Somehow I ended up at a club called Hollywood Rythmoteque with a guy called Luigi (I shit you not that was his name). We danced for a while but my arse was sore from being grabbed by guys on the dancefloor so we found ourselves outside and looking for a new place. Luigi had a car so we headed off in search of some cool clubs. On the way he kept reaching across and grabbing my tits. He was nice though so I didn’t take his hand away. Anyway, I was horny and like I said I was a bit pissed. He nearly crashed us off the road when I went down on him. He had to pull the car over and right there in the middle of fuckin downtown Milan he dragged me over into the back and fucked me. It was ok I guess but he had a really small cock and I had my head squashed up against the door handle until he came and we were back in front and off driving again.

We landed at Café L’Atlantique next. That’s a cool place. Kinda new and lotsa beautiful chicks in really really tight gear. I danced with a few guys but after a while it was just chicks. Now you’re gonna think I’m a real bitch but I wound up ditching Luigi and went to another club called Propaganda that’s just brilliant with one of the chicks, Ursula. We danced and drank and snogged on the dancefloor until maybe 3 o’clock and she asked me to go home with her.

Ursula’s place was tiny but it had a balcony with a bit of a view. We leaned on the railing for a while talking til it got way too cold and we went to bed. She was real nice and just kinda held me til we got warmed up. It was such a warm feeling to be wrapped in her arms. It’s not my usual style but we played with each other real slowly and came just as slowly then just drifted off to sleep.

The morning was like that Hugh Grant movie. I looked at the clock beside the bed and jumped up. All I could say was “fuck fuck fuck”. It was 8 in the morning and I had a meeting at 9 and didn’t know where the fuck I was. Ursula woke up and wanted to play but I just told her I had to go quick. She was so cool about it. She got up and drove me back to my hotel on her scooter. Yeah don’t worry I got her number. More about her later. ;)