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.