Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.
Again, a big thank you to Kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.
Beforehand! This is pure fantasy. In real life, I abhor any coercion.
However, I believe that many women would like to be taken by a man just like that, without being asked; that they have a certain 'rape fantasy'. They wouldn't have to make a decision; they 'couldn't help it'. They would have a great sex adventure, but their 'virtue' would ultimately remain intact.
Maybe that's the case, maybe not. I am looking forward to comments and opinions, especially from the female readership, on this fantasy story.
Here's the story.
I, Paul, have a dilemma now. Not an earth-shattering one, it's not about the downfall of the West, but it still bothers me.
What is it all about?
So, here's what happened...
Enrico is my favorite Italian. I've known him for more than seventeen years now. I have faithfully accompanied him through four restaurants, that he has run during this time.
For about a year and a half now, he has been the owner of the 'Ristorante Trinacra' in a suburb of the neighboring town, together with Renata, his Sicilian partner. Although it is a relatively long ride, I am his guest regularly, about twice a week. Because it's worth it. Enrico is a fabulous cook and a generous host, with his sometimes-somewhat-austere charm, his coarse humor, and his horrible German (although he has been living in Germany for almost thirty years now) makes you feel almost at home, in his restaurant among friends.
We have gradually become a kind of friends, especially since Enrico is a confessing smoker like me, and when we stand smoking together in front of the door, we often talk about Juventus Torino, his favorite soccer club and Borussia Dortmund, his second-favorite club, but otherwise, of course, also about God and the world.
He has a special soft spot for my girlfriend Lucie (usually called Lulu), with whom I have had a kind-of-weekend marriage for thirteen years, and now with whom I often visit the Trinacra. Anyone who knows Lucie can understand this well.
(I've introduced her extensively in previous Lucie/Lulu stories, so just very briefly: early 40s, medium height, long auburn hair, a pleasant face and a very charming figure. If you are particularly curious, you can also take a look at pictures of her in the German Literotica discussion forum / amateur photos / posted by pluse.)
More than once, the little newt Enrico has raved to me about her great figure (bella linea), but especially about her wonderful ass (fantastico culo). When we stood together again on a beautiful evening, this was once again his topic of discussion.
I don't know what devil rode me back then, probably one glass of Vino Rosso too many, but I told him on a wilful whim, that if it was warm enough, Lulu, when she was wearing a skirt or dress, she wouldn't bother with underwear, going commando as they say. She enjoyed the freedom between her legs, the breath of fresh air that brought life and a little passion with it.
Enrico swallowed. He was speechless, but his eyes sparkled.
From that day on, he eyed Lulu even more intensely and when he hugged her in greeting, usually a little longer than politeness requires, his hand sometimes slid over her buttocks quite 'accidentally'. Lulu didn't notice, or maybe didn't want to notice. In any case, Enrico was quite turned on.
At the Trinacra, Enrico employs almost exclusively Sicilians, preferably relatives or acquaintances from his old hometown. This is also the case with Marco, one of Renata's brothers, who often stands behind the bar in the evenings, and takes care of the drinks.
Renata is relatively small, she has a beautiful, almost doll-like face, long black hair and a pronounced Rubenesque figure. Her brother is a good head taller than her, is about five years younger than her in his early thirties and, unlike her, has a slim, athletic figure. He has a well-modeled, rather dark face, wears a three-day beard (black as his hair), a black stone in one ear (no idea which variety), and moves with a natural smoothness. In short, he is an immensely masculine, attractive guy. The ladies like him.
But, of course, he knows that and so it's no wonder that he likes to behave macho like. Of course, Lulu also thinks he's sexy.
At some point, Enrico must have revealed the secret of Lulu's 'pantylessness' to Marco. Because more and more often, when he brought drinks to our table, he looked deep into her eyes, probably with rather unambiguous thoughts. And, it must be said, it was not uncommon for her to look back, just as deeply.
A few days ago, it was pleasant warm weather again, Lulu and I sat outside in front of the Trinacra and let the beautiful evening slowly fade away with a digestif. She wore only an airy, short summer dress and high-heeled strappy shoes. In any case, it was warm enough for their 'fashion'. It had become quite late, and we were, as often, almost the last guests. She had flirted extensively with Marco, at every opportunity, throughout the evening. I sat amused, as I had watched it.
Lulu had to go to the bathroom again at some point. The walk to the toilet leads past the bar counter and is quite long. All of the few remaining guests were outside in the beautiful weather. No one paid any further attention to her.
Even before reaching her destination, Lulu suddenly felt a hand on her ass. Surprised, she turned around. It was Marco. He wore a black muscle shirt with his tight jeans cut just above the knee, which showed off his tanned muscular body well.
"Hey, what's that?" she asked.
But Marco didn't answer; he just looked at her mockingly and slightly arrogantly. Instead, he clasped her hips with his right hand, pulling her tightly to him. His other hand moved under the hem of her dress, pushed it up and felt her bare ass cheeks. He gave a low, appreciative whistle when he noticed that she was 'bottomless'.
"Actually, you're wearing down there... - NOTHING!" He smiled smugly.
"Are you crazy?" Lulu was outraged. It was true that she found Marco very sexy, and she had already imagined what it would be like with him... But to just grab her under the skirt, that was absolutely a no-go. She wanted to wriggle out of his grip, but Marco only hugged her all the tighter, and now explored her magnificent round ass in detail.
He grinned at her. "How did I know that you, bitch, don't wear panties?"
"Keep your hands off me, or you'll get into trouble," Lulu hissed.
"So what. You know very well that I've been keen on you for a long time and you're keen on me, too. How longingly and languishing you looked at me, again, today. Be sure, very soon your secret wish will come true. Because as you can see, I'm in the mood right now. And I won't miss this opportunity to fuck you while you are completely commando. Smooth, naked, shameless, ... obscene, ...accessible, ... usable."
Lulu gasped. "You're perverted, Marco. Get out, I don't want this," she complained. Nevertheless, she was taken by surprise, and was slightly panicking. Her head was completely empty at that moment. She couldn't think clearly. Therefore, her voice was weak, did not radiate true conviction.
Marco was sure that she was just playing the recalcitrant. Of course, she wanted to be fucked, that's what all these sluts wanted. But sometimes, they wanted to be forced to their happiness. Because then, they couldn't help it. Well, if she wanted it that way, this 'innocent lamb' could also have it that way.
Grunting with satisfaction, Marco kneaded the buxom ass cheeks of the beautiful woman. He was disrespectful, even possessive. Powerless and unconvincing, she tried to push his hands away. But her weak resistance meant that he actually took his hand away, but only to pull up the front part of her dress and expose her crotch. Horrified, she felt a slight breeze around her now-freely accessible coochie.
As soon as Marco had discovered her naked pussy, he stared at her bluntly for a few moments, and began to grin broadly. He licked his lips and looked into her eyes knowingly and slightly mockingly. He seemed to pretend that she had not bothered with panties just for him. Lulu blushed and was terribly ashamed.
He grinned delightedly. What a treasure! Totally naked and shaved, with prominent labia and a cheeky clitoris. That's exactly how he had imagined it. A high-class love box! His already-severely swollen dick twitched with anticipation in his pants, and pressed noticeably against her hips.
But, he did not hesitate for long, and unabashedly took liberties.
Like other women before her, Lulu only half-heartedly protested his audacity when she felt his demanding hand in her crotch.
He briefly played with her clitoris, then parted her fleshy nether lips. When he noticed that she had already become wet and her gate had slightly opened, he suddenly thrust first one, then a second finger into her sex. He laughed. "Look at you, you little slut. Somehow something must have made you get wet" and played in her cleft.
Lulu cried out. "No, no, I don't want that," she said again. But it was little more than a whiff. She felt powerless, helpless in the face of his attacks. The thought of calling for help never occurred to her. A burning sensation had arisen in her lap. Her femaleness gave a completely different answer. She had become damp, wetness was coming out from between her labia. In no time at all, she had gone from being a lady to a bitch.
Marco fucked her roughly with two, then three fingers. He moved his hand in her smacking cunt, and when he pulled it out again, her pink pussy remained wide open. He knew he had won. He had correctly assessed that Lulu was a lustful female, lustful enough to let herself be fucked by strangers. Marco could feel her horniness. This little German slut moaned and twitched with pleasure. She was wet and fuckable, her slit very hot. She was open, clearly ready for a cock,†for his big hard cock.‬ Her protest had fizzled out like the air from a balloon.‬‬ ‬
He grinned, because he knew that this damsel was an easy lay now. However, he would mount the cute Lulu soon.
"Come now!"
This was not a question or request, but an imperious instruction. After taking his hand out of her crotch he helped her along with a slightly aching grip in her hair, pushing her along the aisle in front of him with his body. Lulu staggered forward compliantly, on unsteady legs. She obeyed without contradiction, fascinated, insecure and horny, horny, horny...
