The Influencer and the Heir -

When I wake up the next morning, it takes me a moment to realize what happened last night. The (unofficial) first date with Martha, our kiss, and that I fingered her to orgasm. She is still sound asleep in my arms. Only now do I notice that my rock-hard erection is poking into her soft buttocks. I still haven't cum since our departure, and actually not even a few days before that. That's why I'm so tense. Before an embarrassing situation can arise, I try to carefully free myself from the embrace with Martha. She mumbles something in her sleep. "Shhh, just sleep a little longer," I whisper.

Quietly, I go to the kitchen and see if I can find something for breakfast. Normally, a housekeeper comes daily to keep everything in tip-top shape and also restocks the fridge. I'm not exactly Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen, but I can still manage to whip up some bacon and eggs. Furthermore, I toast some bread, make a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and of course, a glass of champagne for Martha and a coffee for me. I still have to drive today, of course.

After I having placed everything on a tray, I carefully go back upstairs. Martha is still snoozing a bit. When I walk in, she looks at me with a blissful smile. "I haven't slept this well in a long time. And haven't been so pleasantly surprised in the morning either," she says.

"Glad to hear that." I also slept very well. Hopefully, you'll still find it a nice surprise once you've tasted it," I reply as I set the tray on the bed. This way, we eat our breakfast calmly while enjoying the morning breeze coming through the window, with of course a beautiful view of the lake.

After our breakfast, I set the tray aside and come back to lie next to Martha. She rests her head on my chest. This way, we continue to enjoy each other's company for a little longer. Then Martha pulls out her phone and shows the photos from yesterday. Together, we choose the best ones to post on her Instagram.

"Shouldn't we also include a clip of you behind the wheel?" I suggest. "Good idea, I've never posted that kind of content before. Really something new," she replies. Amazingly quickly, she made a video of different pieces of material and posted it as well. "I'm curious to see what they will think of this," I say. Martha nods.

We stay like this for a little longer before we look at the clock and realize that we really have to get up. Martha goes to her room to shower and get ready. I do the same in my room.

About half an hour later, we are both standing on the driveway, ready for the next part of the journey. Today we are driving towards Geneva. But to keep it a bit fun, we avoid the highway. So we take the scenic route with winding roads and beautiful views.

Because we will be in the car for most of the day, I'm wearing shorts with a polo shirt. If I say so myself, but my broad shoulders and muscular chest look pretty good in it. Martha has chosen a pair of shorts with a tube top. Her breasts are tightly wrapped in the top. I wonder if she's even wearing a bra, I can't see any shapes at all. And the shorts she's wearing are really tight around her butt. This is the most daring outfit she's ever worn, but you won't hear me complaining.

Before we leave, we take some more photos of the car in front of the villa and on the driveway between the cypress trees. This is truly the environment where the Ferrari belongs, aside from a racetrack.

During the ride, we talk about all sorts of things. We are really getting to know each other better. In the meantime, we are amazed by the beautiful views that the Alps have to offer. And of course, we are having fun with the Ferrari. Each time braking for a corner, turning, and then briefly hitting the gas for the next straight stretch. It is very difficult to remember when I have been happier in my life. Only the first time I won a race comes close. It's a pity that the Ferrari can go so fast, this trip could last forever for me. And I hope for Martha too.

Just before noon we stop at a local shop and buy some sandwiches and ingredients for a picnic. After driving a bit further we arrive at a lookout point. With the car parked behind us we sit down on a bench at the edge.

While Martha is making the sandwiches, I can't help but look at her breasts. In that tube top they jiggle slightly. It really has a hypnotic effect. Luckily she is too focused on the sandwich in front of her to notice my peeping.

"That's going to taste good, see. A nice sandwich tastes just as good to me as going to a restaurant," she says, which makes me snap out of my daydream. "For me a restaurant is still better, but yes a sandwich can be very tasty," I admit. Back on earth I notice that my penis is slowly starting to swell. I'm really going to have to solve the problem soon.

We eat our sandwiches and take in the view. I also regularly take in the view of Martha's two mountains.

After the sandwiches, she brings out some strawberries.

"Oh, my favorite fruit," I say, pleasantly surprised. "I didn't know you liked them so much, but I really like it too. Such a summer feeling," says Martha as she bites off a piece of a large strawberry. This causes some juice to drip into her cleavage. My eyes almost fall out of their sockets as I follow the drop down, towards the valley between those beautiful mountains. And not only that, my penis wants to tear itself out of my pants.

"Shit, I can be so clumsy," she curses herself a little. She quickly dabs the juice with a napkin, I hope she doesn't catch my staring. I manage to get myself back to order and try to have a normal conversation. The peace in my pants slowly returns as well.

We clean up the picnic, but before we leave, Martha wants to take a few more photos. For this, I move the car a little. Martha opens the driver's door and pretends to get out. In the meantime, I take a photo from the back of the car with the mountains in the background and, luckily for me, also from the back of Martha's long legs and her exciting shorts. I also take a photo from the front of the car, so we've covered both sides.

"I think that's enough photos," she says as she stands next to me to look at the photos. She presses her body against mine. I feel her firm breasts against my upper arm. I try not to pay attention to it, but my overly excited body wins over my brain. Martha is already enthusiastic about the photos. She gives me a kiss on the mouth as a thank you. "If I had known that these were the thank yous, I would have been taking photos all day," I joke, which makes her look at me with a crooked smile.

We decide to drive on. When she walks towards the passenger door, she accidentally drops her mobile phone, luckily not with the screen down. To pick it up, she simply bends over. I get a breathtaking view of her long legs and her round bottom that is now completely tight in those shorts. My excited penis doesn't seem to get a moment's rest today.

"Don't worry, that happens more often," she says reassuringly, "with a good screen protector and case my phone can take a beating."

I just stand there for a moment processing what happened. But that's the effect of not having an orgasm for more than three days, I guess.

Fortunately we leave quickly, the Ferrari on these mountain roads demands enough of my concentration to distract me. At one point we come to a longer stretch and I can pull away for a moment. With a stupid grin on my face I say: "The hills are alive with the sound of..." and then press the throttle hard. It takes Martha a few seconds to understand the reference to 'The sound of music', but then she bursts out laughing. She admits that it was a good joke.

For the rest of the Italian Alps I continue driving at a good pace. The chances of a police officer pulling over a Ferrari in Italy are pretty much zero. That changes once we get to Switzerland, with its notorious zero tolerance for anything resembling sporty driving. The country all but banned motorsports in the 1950s after a fatal accident at the 24 Hours of Le Mans in France. Martha has to admit she's surprised by this tidbit.

At a leisurely and legal pace we drive on to Geneva. A few hours later we arrive at the hotel. Of course another five-star hotel, with a room overlooking the lake.

In the room we immediately marvel at the view. The rest of the room is of course beautifully finished with a lounge, a large bed and a beautiful bathroom.

Under the guise of exploring the bathroom, Martha is the first to take a shower. Of course she wants to rinse off a day in the car before we go to dinner. After a while she comes out again in a bathrobe and with a towel on her head. "First let my hair dry before I get dressed," she gives as an excuse. I see that the bathrobe is a little less tight around her front, which gives me a nice view of her round breasts. In order not to get an erection again, I rush to the bathroom.

To be on the safe side, and for myself, I shave myself completely bald again. Smooth skin always feels better. The shave and all the exciting images of today make my penis grow rapidly to its full strength. There is nothing else for it but to take a very cold shower.

When I get out of the shower, I realize that I have made a mistake. In all the haste not to get a hard-on again in front of Martha, I have forgotten to bring clean clothes and underwear. So I just wrap a towel around my waist and go back into the room to get my things.

When I enter the room, Martha is lying on the bed while she is busy with her phone. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow and an approving smile. "Yes yes, I forgot my things," I say while I am searching in my suitcase. Without me noticing, she has crept up to me and when I stand up, she is suddenly standing next to me.

She puts a hand on my bare chest and says: "You know, you are not the only one who regularly looks at his traveling companion." I look into her eyes and recognize her look from yesterday. When she slides her hand down my belly, I have no doubts anymore: Martha is horny.

Today Martha clearly takes the initiative. She places her hand on the gradually growing bulge in the towel. "Now I am curious what you have been hiding from me, big boy," she continues in a seductive manner. My erection is getting bigger and harder. My towel is pushed further and further forward. The shaft is gradually becoming visible. Martha bites her lip and pushes me towards the chaise longue that is in the living room part of the room.

I sit with my back against the armrest, with 1 leg on the chair and the other hanging next to it. Martha towers over me when she loosens her bathrobe a little more. Her nipples are now just barely covered and her tight belly comes into view. She bends over, kisses me on the mouth and slowly pulls back. "Now I am going to let you enjoy yourself as you have let me enjoy myself yesterday," she whispers.

She slides her index finger from my chin, over my chest and stomach to the edge of the towel, where my now rock-hard penis is behind it. It feels like it's happening in slow motion, the build-up makes it all so much better. I really have to restrain myself from jumping on her. She's really thought it through.

Finally she hooks her finger behind the towel and slowly starts to pull it open. More and more of my hard sex becomes visible and Martha's eyes get bigger and bigger. She has a hard time keeping up her slow pace. But then the towel is completely open. My 8 inch long erection is throbbing. Veins meander under the skin towards a purple glans that is completely visible now that my foreskin has completely retracted.

If this were a cartoon, Martha would be drawn with heart eyes now. She licks her lips and then sits between my legs. Both of her hands slide over my thighs to my hard cock. With one hand she encloses my dick. Her small hand doesn't quite fit around my thick shaft. With her other hand she feels my balls, which are quite full by now. "Mmmm, it's just about time I help you. No wonder I've felt you against my ass all night," she continues. I'm too far gone, I can only sigh in response. Slowly but surely she starts to jerk me off. She lets her hand go over the entire length. My head falls back while I'm enjoying it. Then she puts her other hand there too and starts to spoil me deliciously with both hands. Martha is getting more and more into it. First she goes a little faster and then she slows down a little again. "Ohhh, that's so gooood," I manage to say.

But Martha is only just starting the real work. Suddenly I feel her warm breath on my glans. Surely she won't, I think. But then I feel her lips on my throbbing cock. First she gives my glans a cautious kiss. I immediately have to sigh. Spurred on by my reaction, she gives small licks all over my shaft and then sucks on my balls. Then she really starts. She takes my cockhead in her mouth and lets her tongue make circles. She starts taking more and more of my shaft in her mouth. It feels really heavenly, that combined with not coming for a few days, means that I won't be able to last long. Certainly not when she also uses her hands. With one hand she goes over the remaining part of my erection and with the other she massages my balls.

Not only I, but Martha also enjoys her blowjob. "Fuckkk, I won't be able to last long like this", I moan. With a pop she lets my cock slide out of her mouth. "Okay, fill my mouth," she says with a horny smile before she starts a second attack, even more intense than the first.

Her hands that expertly work my rod and balls, together with the upper part of my cock in her warm, sucking mouth make this the best blowjob I have ever had. She does everything she can to really milk me dry. Her enthusiasm and worship of my big cock are so naughty that I feel my orgasm coming.

"Yes, don't stop," I moan as my cock gets even harder and starts to throb.

With a heavy grunt I start to fill her mouth with cum. Everything goes black before my eyes, that's how intense my orgasm is. I shoot at least 7 jets into her mouth, a little even drips out along the corner of her mouth. When I am finally finished she lets go of my cock and shows me her empty mouth. "That was a nice appetizer," she says with a satisfied smile. She lets her tongue slide over my hard shaft again. I shiver with pleasure.

"I've never been blown this well," I pant. "I know," she says confidently.

She comes up and starts kissing me with great devotion. My penis keeps standing straight up. It doesn't happen often, but when I'm really excited enough, I stay just as hard after an orgasm as before.

"Someone hasn't had enough yet," says Martha with a seductive smile.

"Maybe we can do something about that," I say. Martha doesn't answer, she just bites her lower lip and nods a clear yes. That's enough confirmation for me.

I'm strong enough to pick her up and put her on the bed. She's still wearing her bathrobe. I lean over her hungrily and start kissing her neck. I slowly start to descend. Her breathing is already starting to get heavier. First I kiss all the parts of her beautiful body that are already visible in the bathrobe, her cleavage and a piece of her collarbone.

Then I can no longer hold back, now I want to see that beautiful body. I slowly undo her bathrobe. Then I let my hands slide over her skin along the edge of the robe. She closes her eyes, goosebumps appear over her body. Then I finally open the entire bathrobe. What a beautiful body. The ancient Greeks could have used her as a model for the 'Venus de Milo'. Her slender neck, her really beautifully round and very firm breasts, definitely a D cup, with small, stiff nipples on them, her slender and clearly trained belly and then a completely shaved mons pubis that leads to a beautiful pussy. Her large labia beautifully enclose her small lips. Her lips are already slightly open and are very clearly wet.

"Wow, you are so beautiful", I stammer. Martha enjoys my reaction to her body. I don't stare any longer, I want her to enjoy it.

I continue exploring her body with kisses. I start at her collarbone and then move to her phenomenal breasts. While I lick and suck one nipple, I play with the other with my hands. Martha starts to moan softly. I don't wait long and then switch sides. I have never experienced such beautiful tits. With difficulty I break away from her breasts and move further down. Past her belly button, first to her left leg where I kiss the inside of her thighs. Then I go back up but skip het little pussy and move to her right leg. The closer I get to her pussy again, the more restless she becomes. She moves her body so that I finally give her pussy some attention. When I finally let my tongue slide over her slit, she moans loudly. I lick up her juices greedily. Yesterday I had already tasted it after fingering her, but now I get the confirmation: what a delicious pussy. While I attack her clit with my mouth, I immediately let two fingers slide into her treasure. She still feels very tight. My fingers now find her g-spot again. Yesterday that had a good effect and today again. Martha's body starts to shake while the whole hallway can hear her moans. With her hands she pulls my head against her body. I continue at the same pace when she moans an octave higher and experiences a mighty orgasm. My chin and fingers suddenly become even wetter. With a glazed look she looks at me, grateful but still excited. I straighten up and give her a kiss.

After Martha has recovered a bit more, she pushes me off her and lets me lie down on my back. My cock is still rock hard, ready to burst at the seams. First she sits on my thighs with my throbbing cock against her belly. My glans comes out an inch or two above her belly button. The contrast of my hard cock with her body looks particularly hot. She lets her hands slide over my rod again.

"I've never had such a big boy. "Will you be gentle with me?", she asks, a little worried.

"Of course. We're both going to enjoy this," I answer.

She comes up a little and takes my rod with her hand. She pulls it through her wet slit a few times, which makes us both shiver with pleasure. Then she points it towards her entrance and slowly lowers herself down. Damn, she's so tight. I feel every ridge of her vagina pass my erection. Her labia are tightly stretched around my shaft. When she's about halfway down, she has to take a break and come up a little. With a deep sigh, she lowers herself a little more. Slowly but surely, she works my entire 8 inches inside. When I feel her buttocks against my balls, she sighs deeply: "I've never been so filled up, fuckkkk."

"You're really a miracle," I tell her back.

She starts moving up and down more and more, no, she really starts riding me. I wonder if she's ever ridden a horse. We both moan away. I can't hold back and start kneading her breasts. Her soaking wet pussy feels like I've gone to heaven. She's even so wet that her juices drip over my balls. After a few minutes I notice that her movements are more labourous. She throws her head back on her neck and lowers herself down once more to take me completely inside her. When she's completely impaled on my cock, she cums with a loud moan, more like a scream.

But she hasn't had enough yet. She gets off me and gets on her hands and knees on the bed. "And now you're really going to fuck me. Fill me upl", she says while she looks back horny. That's all I need to know when I get ready behind her. In any case, I'm glad I've already come once today.

Before I continue, I first take the time to appreciate her spectacular ass. I run my hands over her thighs towards her buttocks and can't help but knead them well. Martha shakes her buttocks a little, as if she wants to say 'is there anything more to come?' I grab my cock and place it against her opening. Once my glans finds its way into her tight pussy, I immediately push all the way in. "OEMPHHH, yessss!", she immediately moans throughout the room, probably the entire hallway.