David and his sister Ro are back, for part two of their Italian adventure
All characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Monday morning arrived, not that I would know. My sister had literally fucked me unconscious the night before, riding me until I was as firm as a damp dish rag, and as coherent as.... well, I wouldn't know, as I was zonked out.
Ro, ever the loving, caring one, took full responsibility for my state of being. She revived me in the morning with a rousing session of mouth-to-dick resuscitation, which was a wonderful way to wake from the highly erotic dreams that filled my sleep. Of course, the effects of that resuscitation were temporary, as she sucked me to another head-spinning orgasm, swallowing my protein smoothie happily as her pre-breakfast snack. I was trying to recoup my lost senses when she snuggled up beside me again, fixing me with those beautiful green eyes of hers.
"Good morning, Sweetheart," she whispered, pressing her soft lips to mine in a gently demanding kiss, one that I answered without hesitation. She rested her firm breasts on my chest, and gave me another playful look. "I guess I've had my fun, both last night and this morning," she giggled, licking her lips, "so the least I can do is make you breakfast. Bacon? Eggs? A side order of horny redhead?"
"I think that sounds good," I replied, the fog lifting from my brain, "but I might need to save the horny redhead for later," I laughed. "Just keep it hot, and fresh for me. I'll eat it when I get home from work."
"Ooooooo, that sounds like a great idea!" she moaned, rolling out of bed and wiggling her butt to the doorway, where she paused, and turned to face me again. "Keeping it hot won't be any trouble at all, and it's always fresh," she said, dipping a finger into her damp kitty and tasting the resulting wet digit, "and delicious." She smiled broadly, winked, and disappeared out the door.
When I stood, the residual effects of Ro's intense affections hit me hard, in the form of a head-rush that almost felled me like a tree on the way to the shower. Damn, she was insatiable, and my feelings for her intensified my own reaction to her body, to the point where the satisfaction she was providing was truly earth shattering. I ran the shower a little colder than usual, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head. The strategy was as successful as I could have hoped, bringing me back from the walking dead. I dressed, and joined Ro in the kitchen.
"Let's, see," she said as I walked up behind her, "if I recall correctly, you prefer your eggs 'over hard', no sexual commentary intended." She smiled at me brightly. She'd put a short robe on, apparently not wanting to risk hot bacon fat near her sensitive nipples.
"That's right..... Good memory, Ro," I replied, returning the smile as she put the plate in front of me, and sat across the table in front of her own meal. We chit-chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes, while I ate and watched her do the same. She was incredibly sexy, and I was undeniably very lucky to have her here with me, wanting to take a place at my side, in my bed as well as my life. "So, my darling sister.... what's your plan for today? Where are you headed? What old crumbling buildings are you going to explore?" I asked as I put my plate in the sink.
"Well," she laughed, "I don't know about crumbling buildings.... I'll play that by ear. Shopping. I'm going shopping. I think I need a new dress, to drive my new boyfriend," her eyes flitted over my face, "and all the local men, crazy with desire." She smiled confidently. "I'll bet I can find something here to fill the bill."
"I'm not taking that bet. The thought of you in some tiny, little, Italian designed piece of couture.... I can't wait to see that," I said quietly, then exhaled slowly. "I have to deal with Isabella. It should be interesting."
"Ah, yes. Good luck with her. You're okay with giving her up, right?" Ro asked, touching my hand. "Do you have feelings for her?"
"Ro, sweetie, you are the only one I have feelings for," I replied. "Isabella? She was just a very well built ship that passed in the night..... and the next morning. The real complication with her is that she knows who you are."
"Yes. That is, unfortunately, my fault. I'm sorry. Of course, at the time I blurted that out, I didn't know I was going to get up the courage to tell you how I felt about you," she whispered, stepping into my arms. Her lips found mine again. "Now that I have, I want to be crystal clear ; I Love You."
"I Love You too, Carolyn," I breathed, holding her close.
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The Rome office was just off a typically ancient piazza, cobblestones as far as the eye could see, with a small fountain across the street. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I hoped it would be the first one of my new life... the one that included my darling Ro. The only apparent speed bump was a gorgeous brunette one.
The building the company was housed in was old, not exactly unusual in the Eternal City. It had started life as an ancient block of apartments, undergoing minor changes inside to allow for better use in its new life as a corporate office. Still, it was a warren of hallways and smallish rooms, and I had gotten lost a few times early after my arrival here. That's actually how I met Isabella in the first place. She was, at the time, part of the secretarial pool, and thought it was cute that I needed a guide to find my own workplace. Once I settled in, I drafted her as my personal assistant and secretary, and over months of time, things just escalated to the point where
she
had actually asked me out for drinks.
One thing led to another, which culminated in the two of us staggering, in an alcohol-induced moment of weakness, into my bedroom. Clothing flew, kisses were exchanged, and we fucked each other into oblivion.
The next morning, Ro walked in on us, and set in motion the events that led to now.
I rounded the corner and turned into my office, which had been a single bedroom apartment at one time. Now it was a three room complex, with a small bathroom and a larger sitting area outside my desk area. Walking into the room, I found Isabella at her desk in the sitting area, smirking at me as I passed. I sat at my own desk for a minute or two before I buzzed her.
When I looked up, she was walking into the room. No, that's not quite right..... She was bouncing into the room. Jiggling, swinging, swaying.... definitely without the constraints of a bra. Two bullet points showed through her blue silk blouse, confirming both her excitement and lack of supporting garment. Her long brown hair swung with her steps, framing her face and enhancing her sultry looks. If it wasn't for Ro, I'd certainly be happy to continue a detailed exploration of Isabella's luscious body for the foreseeable future. And if my grandmother had wheels she'd be a wagon. Ro was my girl, now, and that was that.
One small glitch in the plan... Isabella didn't know that I was taken, yet. She closed the door as she came in, and when she turned back to me, two more buttons of her blouse had 'somehow' come undone, laying her deep cleavage open for viewing. She swung her hips more suggestively, coming around my desk while tugging her skirt up slightly.
"Buongiorno, David. I'm very horny, today, thanks to your sister's interruption," she purred, sitting on the desk in front of me. A blue satin thong peeked out from between her thighs.
"Yes, well, about tha...." was as far as I made it before Isabella was in my lap, her lips cutting me off, mid-sentence. She wiggled her rump into my crotch, and pulled one of my hands onto her silk-covered breast. She held her hand over mine, keeping me from releasing her full, firm boob, forcing me to fondle her. Okay, maybe 'forcing' is a bit of a stretch.... My hand did what it did naturally when filled with a beautiful woman's breasts. My lips did, too, kissing her back, despite the part of my brain that had continued to explain to her, internally, my intention to end our relationship, as though she hadn't interrupted me.
Most damningly, my dick reacted as though it didn't get the memo from my brain at all, stiffening under her firm ass, not unnoticed by Isabella. She moaned quietly, deftly slipping off my lap without breaking away from my lips. Her hands quickly worked to unbuckle, unbutton, and open my pants. She reached in, and extracted my semi-hard cock, pumping it manually to near full erection before she finally ended the kiss.
My brain didn't have time to reboot, and restart the conversation. She was on her knees in seconds, and had my tool fully engulfed before I could say anything. Isabella bobbed her head enthusiastically in my lap, providing sensations that effectively short circuited the connection between my brain and my voice. If you don't believe me,
you
try having a meaningful discussion while getting a really good blow job..... It's a lot harder than it sounds.
I remember thinking that this would not be a good time for my boss to pop in for a meeting. Thankfully, the door remained closed, no one knocked, and no one called. The only sound was the wet, slurping soundtrack of Isabella's lips and mouth sucking me like her life depended on it... and me moaning my begrudging enjoyment of it.
While she was no Ro when it came to deep throating my shaft, she was a strong second, close enough that I was nearly ready to squirt my load. She kept up her oral assault, until I could resist no longer.... not that resistance was high on my list of emotions. Isabella's mouth was heavenly, and I watched her angelic expression change to devilish delight as I sprayed the tonsils with hot cum. She sucked, and swallowed, gulping down my discharge until there was nothing left to suck but an empty tank and a softening, exhausted piece of my male anatomy.
My sexy, brunette secretary stood up, wiped her lips of stray semen, and smiled at me. She adjusted her blouse, redoing a few buttons to make herself presentable, and smoothed her skirt. Walking to the door, she turned, blew me a kiss, and left without a word.
"Yes," I breathed, finally able to form words, "As I was saying.... I think we should, um, see other, um... people." Better late than never, but it would be much more effective if the other half of the conversation was in the room. I tucked myself back into my pants, and laid my head back, watching the ceiling spin clockwise. She really did know how to please a man.
Now I just needed to get her to please some other man besides me. If I was successful, someone would be happy to have her, but I had the feeling that it wasn't going to go easily. Isabella's considerable passion virtually guaranteed bloodshed, figuratively I hoped, but I wasn't ruling out the literal sense.
The rest of the day was a waste. Isabella was very pleased with herself, and I was trying to avoid her, if at all possible, as I didn't think I could handle her in the wake of her earlier attentions. I could hardly do the breakup routine right after she'd given me such a great treat that morning, and that made me feel doubly guilty.
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