I think it's best if I tell you, my story. My life so far has been one of privilege. I live in a huge villa on the coast of Naples, where all the super-rich live. The cars I drive are all over two hundred thousand euros with my pride and joy being a twelve million Ferrari I don't know how much my boat cost but it's the envy of most in the harbour. The gym I use costs per session around a month's wage for an ordinary person but then again, I don't pay, as I don't pay for anything, because I have Grandma, who happens to be the richest in all of Italy.
All my life it's been the same. Anything I wanted was provided. I have done very little in return, even the degree from my university days was purchased. I made no effort to earn it, but Grandma told the right people they were wrong, so I graduated with all the others, obviously with top honours.
My friends are many, we all dress in top designer clothes and go to the best places and eat in restaurants the majority would never be allowed. There are no price lists in my world, my day-to-day Rolex was paid by tapping the magical piece of black plastic to the machine. I didn't know it had cost twenty-four thousand till someone told me a few months later.
When it comes to sex, I find climbing out a Ferrari makes you very attractive. It seems to be irresistible to those who live in poverty. Take last night for instance. I drove up, gave my key to the guy and two Amercian girls began to talk to me. They followed me into the club and begged me to take them into the VIP area. A friend of mine sat with us, I ordered champagne. I chose the Texas girl. She had huge tits, pushed into a top that struggled to keep them in. A short skirt was easy to bypass, she was eager when my hands began to wander but protested when my finger brushed against her pussy lips. She was angry but I have learned to wait a little.
Another two glasses of champagne and all had been forgotten. Then she needed the toilet, down amongst the peasants would be very busy and she was desperate. I explained that the VIP toilets were close by, these could only be used by members, but I would take her. She giggled as she took a piss and told how cool she thought it was to have private toilets. Mother had taught her well, soon as she was done, she washed her hands. She was in a mischievous mood and briefly pulled her top to reveal a perfect breast. I moved behind her.
I had her top down in seconds, big, natural tits, have a feel of their own, more pliable, more pleasant to grope. She protested but I didn't think she meant it. When she felt my cock pressing on her ass, she struggled but in seconds her panties were down enough for me to open her up. Two strokes and I was in deep. Mauling her tits as I piston fucked her, I told her to stop shouting, it was putting me off, it would take longer. She complied. I took my time, enjoying the feel of her cunt, pulling hard on her tits, kissing her neck.
She realised I was about to cum and begged me not to inside her. She said she would swallow. I quickly pulled my cock out and pushed her down. I filled her mouth, but she spat it straight out.
She had tears in her eyes and asked if I would let her go. Of course I would, she had invited me into the toilet with her, flashed her tits, swallowed my cum, why wouldn't I let her go. Back in the VIP room the other girl didn't look happy, they left the club straight away. A pair of panties were thrown on the table, my friend was famous for collecting them. He had hundreds.
It was like this all the time wherever I went. People saw great wealth and wanted to experience it. When they realise they are not the ones using another person it teaches them a lesson, this was something I wanted to be a professor at.
I thought about hanging around for a few more hours and getting another to take home but I was tired. The gym had been hard work, arms and legs ached. Back home it was dark. Servants had gone to their quarters or gone home. Bored, I went to bed.
I woke next morning to loud music. My sister, Maria, who had just spent a month in Paris had arrived. She had a big house in Rome but would turn up at mine whenever she felt like it. I didn't care, she often brought a gaggle of friends with her, many were ready for a good fucking. Today she had her best friend, Pipa, with her. I knew her well. She had the best shaved cunt in the world. It was so smooth and without blemish. She even had her asshole shaved and bleached so it matched her tan.
Though it was ten in the morning they were in the games room, Pippa was behind the bar, Maria had a bloody Mary in her hand, she smiled, waved and went into the garden. Pippa went to leave.
"I'll have the same." I said going behind the bar.
There was nowhere for her to go. But she smiled brightly and turned to make the drink. She bent down to get the bottle of vodka. My hands were soon up her skirt, peeling it up to reveal her perfectly tanned ass. Hands rubbed the cheeks and pulled down the thong she wore. She began to struggle but I held her firmly, bending her over a little more so my other hand could feel her up. A finger brushed against her brown hole but then pushed on towards to her perfectly bald pussy lips.
"You're dripping wet." I whispered.
"Please, not today." She managed to turn around to face me. I pulled my cock from my shorts and pushed it to her skin,
"I mislaid my birth control in Paris, two weeks ago, I can't."
"Let me rub against it." I said pushing her back.
In one movement had her top over her head and her tits out. My cock rubbed against her pussy. I call it a camel toe fuck, rubbing between the lips, without going in. She was pleading me not to, telling she would suck me instead. But I was in heaven.
Pippa was a small girl, just over five feet, she couldn't do a great deal to stop me. I mauled her tits as my cock grew angrier. She realised I wouldn't stop and suddenly struggled. My cock slipped out of the groove and into her. I groaned loudly at the sudden pleasure. I was already close, but this pushed me over the edge. With a grunt I dumped a load inside her.
"I told you not to!" She screamed and pushed by me to run naked to the toilets. I followed, to see her trying to flush my cum away. I must say I felt a little hurt she didn't want my gift. The floor was covered in water. I threw her a towel to clean it up while shouting it was her fault, she moved, if she hadn't my cock wouldn't have gone in.
Angry with her I went to find my sister. I don't know why but I went to the summer house first I found her, spreadeagled, naked, on a pile of cushions with one of the gardeners' head between her legs. She was bucking like a bronco as he worked on her. He saw me and leapt up.
"Get back you fucker." My sister screamed. When he did, she grabbed his head and ground it against her, squealing, shouting out as she hit orgasm. As she lay back panting, covered in sweat she waved him away and patted the cushion beside her. I lay next to her.
Her hand went down my shorts and wrapped around my cock.
"You've just fucked Pippa." She exclaimed. "Pity, it's been a while since I wanked you off."
"Just play with it." I said, pulling off my shorts.
She began to stroke it slowly, then when it grew harder, she put it in her mouth.
"I'd recognise her taste anywhere." She joked.
"Get on your back." I said firmly.
"You know that's not allowed, even for you." She scolded.
"Bum, bum fuck." I said, referring to when we were teenagers, what we did with each other instead of fucking.
"Have you seen little brother?" She asked knowing that would put other thoughts in my head.
"No." I snapped. "Last I heard he was the family hero, put in charge of construction."
"You know time is running out." She said.
My cock shrank back, I rolled closer to suckle on a breast for comfort.
She reminded me of the one small cloud in my sky. Grandma was a Catholic, she wanted children. Though I had plenty of access to her money there was something I had to fulfil and that was to get married before I was thirty. If I didn't a wife would be chosen for me. Overall, I was fine with that, it would hold me back for a few years, until I had produced three or four kids, but maybe that was a good thing, what was worrying was that date was just under two months away.
"You need to go; I need another gardener and you will put him off." She said pushing me away.
"How do you get away with it?" I asked suddenly realising what she was doing.
When the house was first given to me there was a woman who cleaned my room. One day I walked in while she was pulling something from under my bed. The uniform they wore then was white blouse and cream skirt that was pretty short. I saw her red panties and couldn't help myself. If she hadn't have struggled from under the bed there's doubt, I would have fucked her but though I managed to get in a finger in, nothing else happened. The woman made a complaint to the house manager, he told my grandmother, and all hell broke loose. I had massive rollocking and had to see a priest every Monday for six months. I hadn't touched a servant since then.
My sister laughed for an age, stopping only when she saw I was angry.
"When the gardener gets here, I will ask him if he likes working for us. Of course, he will say yes. I will then say if he ever breathes a word of what happens between us, he will be deported within the hour, his family will be with him."
"Can we do that?" I asked.
"The woman who teased you and the house manager were sent away the next day. He was a political refugee; his government was very pleased to meet him."
This was a revelation to me. Grandma associated the mount of servants you had to the type of character you had. The more there were the higher you were in society. All house servants had fled from another country. Grandma would pave her way to heaven by rescuing a great deal of them. Most worked in her many houses, they were low paid but were fed and had a roof over their heads.
This greatly excited me but thoughts to what had happened before held me back till early next morning. I had a raging hard on, hurting so bad I nearly dealt with it myself. Luck would have it when I opened my bedroom door. It could have been anybody.
"I need help with the blinds." I said to the passing girl.
She obeyed instantly, rushing into my room and raising the blinds, then standing for further instructions. I couldn't believe and had to stop myself from just grabbing her.
