Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 03 free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)
The warm Jamaican sun was streaming down on Veronica’s voluptuous nude body. She felt Clive’s hands rubbing sunscreen over her back as they lay on the beautiful tropical beach.

“Turn over!” he said. She turned, exposing her bare skin on her abdomen, her 36DDs which didn’t sag, and her slick bare mons pubis. Her vaginal area was bleached and her labia extended from her vulva, indicating her high level of sexual excitement. Clive continued to rub sunscreen on her body. His hand went down to her now extended, erect clitoris.

“Oh! Clive, that feels so fucking good,” Veronica cooed.

“Does that feel as good as what I gave you last night?” he asked suggestively.

“Oh, yes! Last night was so dreamy! How many times did we cum?” she sighed.

“Many! You are one hot American white woman,” he said while his fingers circled her nipples. He squeezed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned and her two-inch long clitoris stood up invitingly. His hand reached for it.

“I’m so glad you took me to that Jamaican club. The music and dancing was so sexy,” Veronica said.

Clive continued to massage her clitoris until she came on the beach. A balding male tourist-voyeur could not believe his eyes!

“Oh, Clive! Are we the only people on this beach having sex?” she said. “Well, I don’t care.”

She sat up and looked at Clive. He was a 210-pound English gentleman in every way except for the black skin.

*

“What do you mean… a temple prostitute? You never told me,” Stew asked meekly.

“I’m not sure exactly. They have this temple. They put me on a dais…” her voice trailed off. She lit a joint.

“Who are they?” Stew asked humbly.

“They are the priests of the temple. It’s a ceremony. I am the focus of the ceremony to make me the temple whore,” Sherri said confidently. She was flouting her newborn sexuality at her meek, sexually aroused white husband.

“How many were there?”

“I’m not sure. I only saw, James. I felt the others,” Sherri said. She did not say what she felt, where she felt it, or how many she felt. In truth, "it" was phalluses in her dripping, wet sensual vagina. Sherri put the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply. It only aroused her more.

“What does the temple whore have to do?” Stew asked, as his cock began to get stiff.

“She must sensually serve all the priests of the temple including the high priest,” she said dreamily.

Stew was now fully erect. His hand clasped the pathetic white penis and started stroking.

“What do you mean by serve?” Stew asked meekly.

“Sacrifice my body to them,” she said exhaling.

Stew began frantically stroking his cock.

“I’ve got to go,” she said and walked to the door without kissing Stew goodbye.

“Are you going to give me a kiss goodbye?” Stew pleaded.

Sherri turned around and blew him a kiss. At that instant, a dribble of pathetic cum oozed out of his cock. He collapsed in a chair.

*

Sherri’s hand was trembling when she pressed the doorbell to James’ temple-apartment. The wait for the door to open was like an eternity. She gasped when the door open.

A hideous black face painted in white greeted her. It was a masked face of a male with wide lines of white paint over his torso. He wore Kordafan loin cloth of leopard skin, beads, bones, and teeth.

‘Is he the temple priest?’ Sherri thought. She was confidant. James had prepared her for this moment. She dreamed of the day that she would finally become the temple goddess-whore for James’s pleasure. However, that did not blunt the fear that she now felt.

The priest made a gesture for her to come in. She was escorted to the Tribal Regalia Room. James had another name which was unpronounceable to Sherri.

Then she saw him. James was sitting on a throne high on a dais. Two white women were lying at his feet. Another white woman stood to his left. James was holding a long spear. The tip was metallic and shiny. It looked very sharp. The spear-shaft was wooden and covered with tribal designs. It was truly a weapon of war, but in this setting, to Sherri, it was a symbol of authority.

James tapped the end of the spear twice. Six female tribal servants came in. They stood on each side of the stairway leading to the dais. They were nude. They were white and very beautiful. They wore sandals. Henna patterns adorned their feet. Illustrations adorned their legs and thighs. More tattoos covered their abdomen, arms, and shoulders. Their arms were crossed over their bare breasts. Their palms were turned inward displaying the henna designs on the back of their hands. They looked straight ahead and spoke not a word.

James tapped twice more. Four large tribal warriors carrying spears and machetes marched in. They stood beside the altar and turned facing her. Sherri recognized immediately that they possessed huge black cocks. In their semi-erect state they were at least 10-inches long. Sherri gasped!

James tapped twice more. Drums sounded. In danced the tribal shaman-priest. He was tall and thin. He face was covered by a hideous mask of beads, leather, and bones. Only his dark eyes are visible. He danced around her and stopped.

He reached for the familiar bottle of Fine Italian Wine and grey metallic goblet. Pouring it full, she handed it to Sherri and uttered what sounded like a grunt. Sherri was confused and looked to James who tapped the spear twice. She knew what to do. She took the goblet and sipped the fluid. The shaman-priest grunted again. Sherri drank until the wine-potion was gone.

She felt very sexually aroused. The shaman began chanting and dancing around her. Her clothing was stripped from her body. Someone put a mask over her head. She could see out. It was cramped, but she could breathe. The dancing continued. She was pushed to join in.

The rhythm was natural to Sherri. She danced and undulated with the shaman in a sensuous wave-like motion. The drums sounded three heavy beats and stopped!

The shaman presented a small vial of red liquid to her lips. Without questioning it, Sherri drank it so fast that part of it ran out the corners of her mouth onto her breasts. For an instant Sherri knew that it was blood.

Then a smoldering root was brought forward. The smoke arose to her nostrils. The shaman grunted. Sherri inhaled the smoke. 

Someone threw a powder in the flaming pit in the middle of the room. The light flashed and she got a glimpse of an image in a glass container. She blinked and it was her face. A leopard’s markings covered her face and shoulders. Her ears were cat ears which were partially hidden by a leopard’s mane. She opened her mouth and long fangs appeared.

Sherri attempted to speak! The sound of a leopard’s roar filled her ears. She looked down at her hands. They had been replaced by a leopard’s claws. She looked down. A leopard’s tail curled around her hind legs.

She looked for James. A leopard was sitting on the throne. When she looked, it roared at her.

Arms picked her up and placed her on the rough-hewn wooden altar at the foot of the stairs. They placed her leopard legs beneath her in a crouch. She looked at the James-Leopard and roared. He bounded down from the dais and leaped on to the sacrificial altar. He landed on the altar behind her. Growling and snarling, he climbed on her from behind.

The mighty leopard’s penis penetrated her womanhood. Sherri-Leopard began whimpering as her vagina felt the pleasure of the leopard-phallus. It plunged to the depths of her soul and to the pit of her most sensual pool of love. She closed her eyes.

She shook her head and opened her eyes. She was on her back, and a priest with a hideous tribal mask was atop her. His phallus had entered her body. She felt her vagina-temple contracting. She accepted that she was the sacrifice. Her reward was pleasure beyond belief! Her body was undulating. She wrapped her legs around the temple priest and began screaming.

“Fuck me! James! Make me your sacrifice!” she screamed.

Priest after priest sacrificed her on the altar of pleasure.

*

Sherri was led to a place in the center of the room. Her hands were tied between two huge wood-carved black phalluses. The room was dark. The light from a log fireplace caused patterns to dance on the walls. The light played an eerie game with the tribal regalia of hideous faces, weapons of battle, and animal heads. Sherri’s eyes became fixed on the head of a leopard. Its eyes came alive in the dancing light.

Her mind flashed back to the leopard in the sacrifice chamber. She started to speak, but the roar of a leopard escaped from her mouth. She cleared her throat and spoke again. This time her voice was clear.

“James? Are you there, master?” she whispered.

The leopard leaped from the wall and approached her as if it was stalking its prey. It rose up on its two back feet. She desperately tried to get away! Sherri blinked. It wasn't a leopard. It was a shaman with a leopard mask. He was holding a whip of reeds. She watched his hand go up and come down. Sherri felt the whip come down across her back. She felt no pain. The blows were only symbolic, but the effect was real.

She tried to scream, but a leopard’s roar came out of her mouth. The shaman danced around her. Leopard-Sherri continued to roar until she collapsed. She was hanging by her bound wrists.

Sherri watched as the leopard-priest reached into the fireplace and produced a tattoo needle. He walked around behind her. Sherri felt the needle touch her left buttock. She roared as the needle created a design.

Leopard-woman Sherri was released from the posts and placed on the bed. Someone carefully covered her tattoo. 

*

Sherri was lying on her stomach by the pool. She had not been in the water for two days. A bandage on her left buttock reminded her why. She looked down and turned the page of a magazine featuring tribal art and naked African men in tribal regalia.

Her phone rang. Sherri picked it up. Sherri started to speak, but a leopard’s roar came out. She cleared her throat.

“Hello?”

“Hi! It’s me, Veronica. What was that?”

“Never mind. Hi sweetie. How’s your honeymoon?”

“Oh, it was dreamy, Sherri! Clive and I made out on the beach and then went to a Jamaican club last night.”

“How’s Aldo?”

“He's still sick,” Veronica said giggling.

“What’s Clive like?”

“He’s tall and buff. He has an enormous penis. I’m too embarrassed to tell you everything. Hey! Here he comes. I’ve got to go!” Veronica hung up.

“What’s it like for Aldo to spend his entire honeymoon in a bedroom,” Sherri thought. She started laughing at the pathetic white boy.

Steward came out. Sherri decided to get him to remove her bandage and examine it.

“Hey baby. Would you remove my bandage?” Sherri cooed.

“Sure.” Stewart carefully peeled off the bandage and exposed the tattoo. It was fully healed. Stew looked at it carefully.

“What does it look like?”

“It’s healed. Does it hurt? It’s some kind of a design. Perhaps it’s a symbol,” he said.

Sherri turned through the pages of the tribal art magazine she was holding until she came to a symbol identical to the one on her butt.

She read it carefully and compared the image with her tattoo. She read it again. 'The symbol is Kordafan and means that the woman is a temple whore and the possession of the high priest,' she read.

“May I read it,” Stew asked meekly.

“Sure, go ahead,” Sherri said, pushing the book to him. She knew the meaning would send him over the edge.

She watched as Stew carefully read it, glancing up occasionally to compare the symbol with the tattoo on her buttocks. His lips were moving as he read.

“Oh my god, Sherri! You have been tattooed as a prostitute!” Stew exclaimed.

“Of course! I told you that was the purpose of the ceremony,” she said. Her voice displayed irritation at him. She looked at his pants. He was tenting.

“Put your hand on my mark,” Sherri whispered. Stew’s hand was shaking as he touched it.

“Take out your cock and stroke it,” she whispered, looking at his penis. Almost robotic, Stew removed his pathetic white penis and began to masturbate until white semen oozed out of his failing manhood.

“Oh! Oh! That felt so good,” Stew panted.

“Go wash your hands, Stew,” Sherri said. He ran to the door and opened it with his cum-soaked hand, leaving the knob wet. Sherri shook her head, lit up a joint and took a deep toke. After releasing the smoke, she shouted to no one in particular, “Who’s going to wash that doorknob!”

*

The next morning, Stew walked into the bathroom to wash his face. He glanced in the mirror and noticed leopard hair was growing on his face.

“Did you use my razor this morning,” he said to Sherri.

“Yes. I had some hair growing on my paw… I mean… hand,” she said as a matter of fact. Sherri remembered that she used Stew’s razor but did not wash it.

“Will it come off?” Stew said.

Leopard-Sherri opened her mouth to reply but only a loud snarl came out.

Same as Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 03 Videos

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

An Italian girl loses a football bet

Hi my name is Francesca. I’m a 26-year-old Italian girl living in Milan. I’m a dark haired girl with blue eyes, about 1.7 meters tall and quite thin, I dress a 42, of European size, and I go to the gym to keep my body in shape. Before a bet I made with a foreign man about a football match I had never thought about having sex with any foreign man—this experience I changed my mind.It was a pleasant evening in June when the Italian football team played for the international cup against Egypt. I...

Anal
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

Italian Builders

Val was muscular, with salt-and-pepper hair, in his mid fifties. He had a small potbelly from drinking too much. Benny was lean, with light brown hair and was shorter then Val, but denser somehow. He was forty-two, and condsidered himself nineteen. Nico was by far the most handsome, with a nice tan and short-cropped black hair with a slight curl to it at the ends. He was only twenty, and he was the front, which meant he "sweettalked" the customers they got. They were anything they...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

ITALIAN HOLIDAY part two

Rome was their oyster now, but as Rocco and Liam towelled off and reclothed, they knew their evening was nowhere near over. The ache of his anal fucking continued to course through Liam’s lower half, but it did not dampen his excitement. He was the slightest bit disappointed that this time had been his first, because he was sure that no other time afterwards would be able to compete. But the night was still unfinished, and oh how wrong he would end up being.The boys left “Stalloni”, nodding to...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

ITALIAN HOLIDAY part one

Rome was the city that had it all - the sights, the sounds, the nightlife. It was a fascinating ancient city by day, and a bustling hub of energy and passion by night, if you knew where to look. Liam Lovell was there on holiday for a week in the middle of July with his friends from school, celebrating the end of their time at St. Catherine’s Academy. He was free of it all, the bullies and the secrets that he had had to put up with for so many years now. And now he was in Rome, Italy’s...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Italian Job 13

The Italian Job 13The following morning to a knock on the bedroom door, Hazel walked in with some coffee and toast on a tray, “morning sleepy head” she said “how are you this morning?” she asked “morning Kim” she said, as Kim shot out from under the covers, she looked at me “how did she know I was here?” she asked “she knows everything, I think she is a witch” I joked “ you had better believe it” Hazel replied, she went to open the curtains, she stopped, “you had better see this” she said, I...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Romance In Milan With An Italian Scientist

Hello, I love intellectual Women. Due to my work, I had to travel a lot. I’m a 38 yr old technical professional and was send to Italy to meet some customers almost 10 yrs back. Now Italian and French women it seems are made by God for love making; they ooze so much confidence and sensuality that is not generally present in other races…though after eating in almost half a ton countries, I found Italian and French cuisine the best. Anyways…I caught a train/ metro from Milano central to a far away...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

The Italian Teacher

The Italian Teacher “Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus”“What am I missing ?” I looked at my notebook , biting my pencil. “I’m sure there were more words for the quiz in Italian” . Stella stared at my page , it was full of words marked , some underlined, some circled others embellished in more creative ways , in blue, pink, and in every other color of the universe. “ you have already 160 words” she said exhausted . “160?” Toria repeated in an echo ..”how come ?” she looked at her notes “I only...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

The Italian Job 16

The Italian Job 16Italian weddings are very special things with lots of singing and dancing and eating and drinking, I know English weddings are meant to be the same but they do not seem to have the flair of the Mediterranean countries and especially a village wedding where everyone knows everyone including all their relatives both dead and alive, so when Sonia’s daughter decided to get married to one of the village lads the village started to make preparations in a big way, the bunting came...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 31
  • 0

The Italian Sugar DaddyHappy Birthday

It had been three weeks since the last time I saw the Italian. He canceled on me once because of work and when he came home there was so much going on for the weekend he just couldn’t get away. A few nights ago, I got a text from the Italian asking if he could see me. I always enjoy “seeing” the Italian. Not only because he’s a generous sugar daddy and a wonderful lover, but conversations with him is stimulating and I have a great time just being around him. It was 12:30 when I walked in to the...

Straight Sex
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

The Italian Sugar DaddyAfternoon Delight

Yesterday morning when I got out of bed, I checked my phone for any missed called or texts. Nothing. Not a word. I was excited when I then check my email and there he was. The Italian had sent me our next request for our second adventure. Since the first meeting, we have text, emailed and even spoke on the phone. He told me of how precious I was to him, of how he had never met someone like me as far as a lover was concerned. I too enjoy him, everything about him. I loved talking to him, we have...

Mature
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

The Italian Job 9

The Italian Job 9Now to return to Italy, you remember that Maria had told me all about the situation when her father and uncle ****d her and I hope by now you have all forgiven me.I got a phone call one morning at the factory, a strange sounding woman’s voice that asked me to meet her at the factory the following night, I asked what it was about and the voice just said it was a query on my contract, I then asked why it could not be dealt with during the day and she said she was out of town and...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Italian Lessons

It was my daughters birthday and I had met my ex wife and the two girls in a lovely Italian restaurant that someone suggested to her. Neutral ground I had thought, but things hadn’t been too difficult between us and the girls had both enjoyed it. It was late on and the three of them had gone home across town to where then three of them lived. I was sitting in the subdued light of the booth, in the now empty restaurant nursing the end of a cappuccino and brandy, awaiting the arrival of the bill....

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

the Italian Job 14

The Italian Job 14After the ending of the relationship with Maria I settled down to a steady situation with the remaining women who I must say had a very much more philosophical approach to our relationships, Ellie was always pleased to see me and thoroughly enjoyed my getting between her legs and fucking her, she loved being servile so a nice arse pounding was on the cards now and again as she took it in her stride, she had fucked her nephew although he did not know it was her, she realised...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

The Italian Job 2

The Italian job 2The installation progressed and although we did not have sex again that week, the lunch was still as good and as big, Roseanna stood smiling at me whilst I ate and would give me a small kiss as I left the kitchen, the following week Roseanna was on holiday so I was invited to go for lunch with Maria and Yvonne her mother, I was thankful that it was only a plate of spaghetti, it was about mid-week and Maria’s mother was not in the factory, Maria seemed a bit distressed and I...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Italian daddies

It was a cool April evening. In my late teens and just ready to graduatehigh school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my lifeproviding sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having k**s. I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. Ihad this strange fascination about watching men urinate.This fascination became a pure obsession, gravitating to men's rooms inrestaurants, service stations, parks and specially the nearby bowling...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Learning Italian

My sister and I are bonded forever. She has always taken care of me as I presume most all older sisters do. We grew up in a place where k**s are into promise rings and all that church stuff. My sister Janie is not into any of that, she fits into the category of slut. Which equates to Skinny, Lithe, Underweight Tease. We have no secrets, I know of all her conquests, good and bad. I grew up watching a steady stream of boys coming by to pick her up. As a middle school k** I had the teasing part on...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Italian Job 12

The Italian job 12The day had come for the party at Roseanna’s house, the plan was to drive there on the Friday afternoon, have the party all day Saturday & Saturday night then make our way home on the Sunday.I went to Yvonne and Maria’s home on the Friday lunch time and collected them along with Sonia then we all drove to Ravenna to the party venue, Roseanna was waiting at the door with Hazel in the background, the ladies had the tour of the house and we were shown to our rooms, dinner was...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Italian Nice Guy 95 True

The Italian Nice Guy BlaqJm18201195% of this story is true. So last month I was contemplating on whether I should delete my profile on Plenty of Fish since I haven’t had any hits from anyone in my area. Technically, I'm looking for real love and long term relationship but every now and then Ill get those moments of wanting to release some built up tension. The day I had...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 42
  • 0

ITALIAN COPS AND THE GYPSY PRINCE

All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though. But if you are squeamish and don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned. This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life. MAIN CHARACTERS Enzo = 41 Cop Marco = 30 Cop Adrian = 18 Gypsy Lazlo = 18...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 37
  • 0

Hunger for My Italian Neighbors Uncut Cock

My wife Lindsay and I met in college and spent most of our married life together in Minneapolis.  We were still in our mid-forties when our kids had grown up and were away at college.  With the kids out of the house, I accepted a long-overdue job promotion and transfer with my company to the Philadelphia area.  My name is Dan, and I had previously resisted moving so as not to disrupt our children’s lives.We moved at a time when the real estate market was soft in the Minneapolis area.  So, with...

Voyeur
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

ME AND MY ITALIAN FRI

I met my friend on Hamster, but never imagined we,d actually meet up. It was after exchanging sexynyexts and pictures of our erect cocks that my friend decided to,surprise me. He knew I lived near Manchester, but passed me his email to get my address and telephone number. When he called one afternoon to tell me a story for my wife to cover me as she,s not aware that I do more than just watch videos and dirty pics on Hamster.com. I decided to tell her it was a friend I,d made on one of the...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 46
  • 0

Sexual Awakening Part Two Italian Adventure

Nan’s encounter with Andre had left her full of confidence and newfound sexual energy. She learned that not only could she enjoy sex, but desired it. And while her fling with Andre was completely gratifying, it also sparked a flame deep within her and the fire was building. With the French countryside well behind her, she fantasized about André as the train moved on. They had said goodbye in Austria, and now she was headed to Italy. She had always been fascinated by the tales of ancient Rome....

Taboo
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

ITALIAN COPS AND THE GYPSY PRINCE

(Gay, Twinks/Males, Submission/Domination, Fetish, Interracial)All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though.But if you are squeamish and don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned.This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life.MAIN CHARACTERSEnzo = 41...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

An Italian Prostitute in Naples Italy

Maria was a prostitute in Mamacitas, just off Via Roma, Naples, Italy in the off limits area. In the fall of 1978 I would go up there usually while fleet ships were in although I would also visit several times when the fleet was out if I was at the base.Mamacitas was whorehouse, a one room waiting area that served large Perroni beers very cheap. It had at the most maybe five Italian women all in their twenties that worked in other rooms within a few doors of the place. There was an older fat...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

The Italian Affair

It was in the Italian city of Livorgio that Arabella’s father had his annual business trip; Arabella always tagged along to explore the new bits of Italy. “Father? Do you mind if I go out?” “Not at all Arabella, just be back by six.” At just the ripe age of 17, Arabella set out to find something new and adventurous. In a pink pea coat and gray cloche hat, she began to wander the orange cobblestone streets. She passed several small stores which sold anything from antiques to packaged water....

First Time
4 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

The Italian Job 18

The Italian Job 18I have re-submitted this one after some confusion, so if it crops up again, just ignore it, this one may be a bit of a tear jerker so ladies have your hankies ready.Several weeks past and all was relatively quiet but I was troubled, something was bugging me and I could not make up my mind, I said nothing to Ellie but finally succumbed and went to Genoa, I knew the address and parked outside, I sat in the car for an hour trying to get up the courage to go and knock on the door,...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 12
  • 0

The Italian Job 17

The Italian Job 17A few days later Ellie came to see me at my apartment, this was truly a royal visit as she had never been before and I got the feeling that she was checking to see if I had got anyone entrenched that she might see as a threat to her private domain, she wandered around, looking at all of my stuff, “Maria came to see me” she commented whilst browsing my books, I made no comment, I reckoned if she wanted to tell me she would “wanted to know if she could have her job back” she...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

The Italian job 3

The Italian job 3I have told you about my adventures in the factory with Roseanna, Maria and Yvonne, this is a continuation of that adventure after I got over the shock of Maria teasing me about babies but I did continue to look after Maria and Yvonne sexually going for dinner at least once a week, taking her mother through the anal experience which she seemed to enjoy from the noise she made, I didn’t fuck Maria in the arse because for some reason I felt she was too special for me to spoil in...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

The Italian job

The Italian job.For many years I have worked abroad installing plant and equipment around the world, one such job was situated in a small village in Italy, I will not give the name to protect the innocent etc.My lunch was normally a sandwich and a beer prepared by one of the factory ladies which I normally ate beside the machines that I was installing, there were a couple of people in the factory who could speak a few words of English but the company had got a young girl the daughter of one of...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 33
  • 0

The Italian job

The Italian job.For many years I have worked abroad installing plant and equipment around the world, one such job was situated in a small village in Italy, I will not give the name to protect the innocent etc.My lunch was normally a sandwich and a beer prepared by one of the factory ladies which I normally ate beside the machines that I was installing, there were a couple of people in the factory who could speak a few words of English but the company had got a young girl the daughter of one of...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Kristin A Hot Italian Babe

Sometimes things are not what they appear -- in fact, more often than we might know, things aren't really what they appear to be. That was the case of my good friend Sam and his youngest daughter, Kristin. I'd met Sam in my college years and I'd been his best man when he'd married his college sweetheart, Marie. They'd been happily married for several years and I'd watched them grow in their love and in their family as Marie had their first baby and then a second and a third. The third...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

The Italian Affair

It was in the Italian city of Livorgio that Arabella's father had his annual business trip; Arabella always tagged along to explore the new bits of Italy. "Father? Do you mind if I go out?" "Not at all Arabella, just be back by six." At just the ripe age of 15, Arabella set out to find something new and adventurous. In a pink pea coat and gray cloche hat, she began to wander the orange cobblestone streets. She passed several small stores which sold anything from antiques to packaged...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

The Italian Affair

It was in the Italian city of Livorgio that Arabella’s father had his annual business trip; Arabella always tagged along to explore the new bits of Italy. “Father? Do you mind if I go out?” She asked one bright morning. “Not at all Arabella, just be back by six.” At just the ripe age of 18, Arabella set out to find something new and adventurous. In a pink pea coat and gray cloche hat, she began to wander the orange cobblestone streets. She passed several small stores which sold anything from...

First Time
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

An Officer and An Italian Ch 04

Rachel sat in her car in front of her father’s mansion. She hadn’t been back since last Christmas. After living at her Grandparent’s home for the last five years, she now found the pretentiousness of her father’s home uncomfortable. Pressing the call box next to the gate, she waited for her father to answer. She still had the remote that opened the gates but was reluctant to use it, especially when she wasn’t sure of her welcome. Even though she and her father had not fought after their recent...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 26
  • 0

The Italian Sugar DaddyHappy Birthday

It had been three weeks since the last time I saw the Italian. He canceled on me once because of work and when he came home there was so much going on for the weekend he just couldn’t get away. A few nights ago, I got a text from the Italian asking if he could see me. I always enjoy “seeing” the Italian. Not only because he’s a generous sugar daddy and a wonderful lover, but conversations with him is stimulating and I have a great time just being around him. It was 12:30 when I walked in to...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Italian Fantasy

Introduction: I wrote this for a dear friend of mine, whom Ive known for the better part of 10 years, but have never met face to face. I hope you enjoy it! Italian Fantasy **Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. Youre wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 35
  • 0

Maria My big Italian mama

This is my own work, and copyrighted as such. No attempt should be made to copy or redistribute in any form on any other site. This adventure happened just over a year ago when I was recovering from some nasty surgery.I'd known Maria over 20 years ago. We had worked together briefly, and her neice was friends with my younger sister.She was a large woman - there was no escaping her weight - she was a big Italian mama. And starting a family only added to her size.We stayed friends on social media...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

A nice pick up at the Italian restaurant

I had been so terrible horny during that long week at my office.My loving Victor was so tired and stressed to fuck me properly and I really needed it…Wednesday I left my desk and went for some lunch at a nice little Italian restaurant.When I entered the place I did my usual glance before taking a seat. I noticed a middle age handsome black man and grabbed the seat next to him. That day I was wearing a mid-thigh dark blue business suit, black stockings and my favorite stiletto heels. But I...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Eye for Italian

May 2007. It's late. I'm pacing my hotel room, the repetitive padding of my small feet against the soft carpet the only sound, waiting for the tell-tale signs of sex from either of the neighbouring rooms. As usual I'm horny with anticipation, having learnt that corporate travel has its perks when it comes to satisfying the audio voyeur in me. But so far it's a no-show, which pretty much sums up the day. The tech meeting was nothing to write home about, and the Metro journey a drag. The red wine...

Voyeur
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The loud Italian from the office

The loud Italian from the officeThis story is about an Italian woman I used to work with. Just to play safe I won’t mention her name.She was an Italian woman with big tits big ass and looking for “Mr Right” to marry. Well, as this day doesn’t come. She was always looking for some action. Speaking loudly in the middle of the office there she was…curly hair, tight pants, sticking her tits out, half opened mouth and a slut looking.Everyone in the office noticed her, and with me, it wasn’t...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

The Italian Sugar Daddy

I had been on the hunt for the perfect sugar daddy since my birthday back in January. I've dated a couple of men but no one I found intriguing enough to want to keep going with. I wanted what I had at one time, a daddy who was everything to me. A lover, a best friend, someone confident in me and himself. But with the changing of times and of course ageing twelve years, I was having a hard time finding "the one." I was ready to give up when I started getting messages from a man who was local to...

Mature
1 year ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

The Italian Job 23

The Italian Job 23I had taken the job from a contact in Belgium, the agent Eduardo In Argentina had a reputation for cheating the contractors who went there, I was determined that I was not going to be on that list of cheated people, I had to try to compromise him somehow so that I could apply pressure to get him to pay me my money, I had already taken a risk by flying to Argentina in the first place but I wanted to lull him into a false sense of security to let him think I was a gullible easy...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

The Italian job 4

The Italian Job 4As I opened my bedroom door I met a sight that made my cock jump again, the maid was in the room but she was bent over cleaning the coffee table, with her back to the door, I could not help noticing I assure you that I could see straight up her dress, she was wearing a thong that had pulled up right into her crack with her vulva lips on each side of it framing it, I could not resist such an apparent invitation, I came behind her, she had not seen or heard me because she had got...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Italian Night School

Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...

Spanking
1 year ago
  • 0
  • 37
  • 0

Andrea is a proper male Italian name

Andrea is a proper male Italian name Andrea was a slim boy with delicate feature. His name and physical appearance caused him a lot of troubles during school. His parents moved to Germany just after he was born. While his name is common in Italy for boys it is an exclusively female name in Germany. Whenever he met new children or also adults there certainly was a remark to the mismatch between name and gender or, if not, people assumed that he was a tomboy. This didn't really help him...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Huge Butt Italian Granny

This is a true story.So I took a trip to LA for work. I'm originally from Brooklyn. I land at LAX. Walk off the plane and head outside to catch a cab. I get to my hotel, check in and I head out to go get some food. I usually stay in Beverley hills because they have some great food spots. So any who. I get my food and decide to take a walk. From a distance I see this huge wide table ass. This thing had to be at least 65 inches and super small waist. I cant even concentrate on my food anymore. I...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

An Officer and an ItalianChapter 4

Rachel sat in her car in front of her father's mansion. She hadn't been back since last Christmas. After living at her Grandparent's home for the last five years, she now found the pretentiousness of her father's home uncomfortable. Pressing the call box next to the gate, she waited for her father to answer. She still had the remote that opened the gates but was reluctant to use it, especially when she wasn't sure of her welcome. Even though she and her father had not fought after their...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 25
  • 0

Rick Jane Marco The Italian Stallion Cums to Town

It was a sweltering hot day outside; the temperature must have been about 38 degrees. My husband had gone to the gym and I was having a well deserved sleep in. I heard my husband come home and was surprised to hear another male voice. I was even more surprised to look up and see what can only be described as an Adonis standing at our bedroom door. ‘Oh hi. Sorry I didn’t realise anyone was in here. Your husband told me to use the bathroom in here. ‘That’s fine’ I said, a little taken aback. ‘I’m...

Group Sex
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 21
  • 0

Italian Fantasy

**Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You're wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Liz meets the italian part 2

I come back in the room after a few hours of letting Liz rest and when I see her still spread open I can’t help but get on the bed and start to lick on her inner thighs. As im licking she barely stirs and my tongue starts to slowly trace up her thighs until it gets to her gaped open pink pussy. Her pussy is just begging to be licked and I start by twisting my tongue around her clit. My tongue on her clit as her stirring and she begs to be eaten still half asleep. I push my tongue further...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 35
  • 0

Asian wife Cindy gets some sweaty ItalianAmerican cock

I am lucky enough to be married to a really awesome woman named Cindy. Cindy is Taiwanese originally, but came to the U.S. at a very young age and is thoroughly Americanized. We met in a bar in New York City when Cindy was celebrating her 22nd birthday. Three years later we were married. Now we’re in our late twenties and life is great. I make a great salary, which means Cindy is free to spend her days shopping with girlfriends on Long Island (where we live), decorating our house,...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Italian fantasies

My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You’re wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to catch my breath before continuing on. You look up and finally notice me walking toward you as I step into the...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 12
  • 0

An Italian girl loses a football bet

Hi my name is Francesca. I’m a 26-year-old Italian girl living in Milan. I’m a dark haired girl with blue eyes, about 1.7 meters tall and quite thin, I dress a 42, of European size, and I go to the gym to keep my body in shape. Before a bet I made with a foreign man about a football match I had never thought about having sex with any foreign man—this experience I changed my mind. It was a pleasant evening in June when the Italian football team played for the international cup against Egypt. I...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Italian Night School

Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Italian Lingerie Store

My name is Gabriela. No, it's not, but I'm not telling you my real name. I'm 29 years old. I was 29 last year too. I'm a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends' wives would call me a whore. My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips. What do they get out of it? What do you think? They get a beautiful woman to go out with, to secretly take on business trips, to make their friends jealous, but...

Lesbian
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Italian waiter twice

Not wanting to linger there toward the end of the meal I excused myself to go to the ladies room in the foyer.I bumped into the Italian waiter who was coming out of the men's bathroom and gave him a big smile aware that his eyes were already upon my breasts. He smiled back with a twinkle in his eye and asked me if there was anything I needed. My eyes were drawn toward the bulge in his trousers that seemed to extend down his leg more than usual. I explained it was my birthday and regretfully my...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Eating Italian

Eating Italianby Jim Robert Bader "Hello," my girlfriend smiled at me with a winsome expression as she answered me at the door, looking good enough to eat, and with very good reason. "Hi yourself," I said as I took her in with a long and thorough study, seeing the cute little dress she had on that was so short that it showed off her legs from crotch level on down to her beautifully well-shaped feet, currently adorned by a pair of lacy thong sandals. "Come inside," she said with her breathy...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Italian Business Visitor a primal fantasy

I get a text message in the early afternoon: "Italian executive at the Mayflower, drinks this evening?" Sounds promising, I respond immediately. Sometimes I dislike meeting for drinks, especially when meeting a client for the first time. Often, it means they're not quite at ease with what they're doing. It can become like an interview where they awkwardly and feverishly try to ask the right questions in order to reassure themselves that you're the right kind of rentboy. Not someone dangerous,...

Gay Male

Porn Trends