Tales of Ancient Rome 3 Lions in the Valley
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A Girl Alone In Rome, With 4 Large Cocks. free porn video
I am a girl, a female, I have tits and a pussy, and I love porn. OK we have that tiny piece of gender out of the way. I like to try to please, and to those men I shall never meet, I want to seduce you with my words and dirty thoughts, just to show you we girls like a bit of fun too.
Admittedly we are the receivers, we let you put your cocks inside us and thrill to feel your seed try to impregnate us, it's a big gamble but it's a big part of the dominance theme, to allow a man to 'Bareback' you, and walk home feeling his semen run out of your most sacred hole, and pray for your periods to come.
Now you are reading what I am writing, we are communicating, we are talking sex and sexual perversions, and by now you know girls can be as perverted at the next guy, I mean just look at the number of good looking female teachers screwing their young charges, and thank fuck at under fifteen, boys can have big 6 and 7 inch cocks, I know I have sucked a few.
So my main gripe, why, why, why, do you bother to write your comments in mails to me and not after the story in question?
Are you enjoying my dirtiness and are too embarrassed to admit you got a boner and want to use it on me, so you write it where only I can see it?
I really don't know, you tell me, because I get ten plus comments, and thirty plus comments in my 'Messages', which if I am honest, I really read, because my story and your comments of appreciation are where I look, that's where I pay attention and check you out.
Guys don't be shy communicate back talk to us, and I mean all the writers, if we touch a raw nerve let us know, and all you guys in Edinburgh, I am approachable, in my drinking hole, I do meet without fear or candour, and yes I do like to have my back rubbed, preferably against a wall, as I lick your ears.
Now for my story:
“Working for a budget airline, does have its benefits, and when at 19, having even a small bedroom in a cheap hotel, gives a girl a sense of independence, a feeling of 'Daring-Do' and a 'Fuck it attitude'.
When I was in Rome, I went straight to my small hotel, incidentally, hired by the airline, and was immediately 'hit-on', by the taxi driver. My bluish coloured stewardess uniform, (well you know what they say about guys and girls in uniform), was designed with a 'sexual come-on' tag, which we girls knew all about during flights. He kept complimenting my legs, and scratching his balls in equal measure, no doubt, he was more interested in my manicured box, which incidentally, had an itch of its own, an itch that I had decided I wanted to scratch over the next two days.
I undressed and showered, threw open the small window, as there was no air-conditioning, in the cheap room, and to make matters worse, I could hear the amorous Italians going at it hell for leather, after all, the hotel was used by the local girls earning a living and using their vocal range to help the fat old men think they had dicks like the Leaning tower of Pisa.
There was a slight breeze and I sat at the open window looking down on the square below. I dropped my towel and let my breasts enjoy the freedom of expression they were designed for, and my 1.90 mm nipples turned from a luscious coral pink to a deepening hue of red, as they stiffened in the breeze, and the gaze of a boy, staring into my room from the landing on my left.
Sitting naked by a window, was a far cry from dingy Leith, which no doubt, would be an overcast dull grey day complete with a drizzle.
There was a knock on my door, snapping me from my dreams, 'Un momento per favore', I called as I hurriedly covered myself with my wet towel, which did little more than cover my privates.
I fumbled with the lock and my towel dropped a few times, 'Fuck I bet it's the Pizza guy', flashed through my mind, and in a few minutes I will be on my sucking his large Italian sausage.
Eventually, after a few choice Scottish swear words later, I stood there with a huge smile on my face, facing an old man, holding a baguette, and a pot of coffee, and an equally broader smile on his creased face, as he past where I stood and admired my bare bottom in the wall mirror, I did say the towel was smallish.
'Buongiorno i hav qualche colazione per voi'.
'What the fuck is he saying' I asked myself?
The baguette on the plate looked like an eight inch cock and made my eyebrows rise in a bemused fashion, so I just nodded and stood aside and let this old man into my bedroom, completely forgetting my back was fully exposed.
I would be a liar if I did not say I found doing this made my nipples harder than the cool air did, now I was beginning to understand the buzz girls got from dropping their towels in front of unsuspecting Pizza guys.
He busied himself, fussing slightly to waste time, perhaps he too knew about naked girls and towel dropping and hiding their Salamis?
But I was made of sterner stuff, an upright Scottish Presbyterian Girl, educated in the finest 'Jean Brodie', fashion, even though I was nude and feeling very intimidated, as he turned and made no effort to hide his erection, was he waiting for a bloody tip?
I saw my clothes and bag lying on the floor, where all were abandoned casually, inside was my purse and the thought of having to part with my scant Euro's stirred my Scottish blood, I was going to have to swallow my pride and shame John Knox, go over there and show him some good Scottish Arse, not to mention my thigh gap and 'Homer Simpson', pussy smile.
I shuffled past him and turned, now he was looking at my full length naked back, and I could hear his sharp intake of breath. Suddenly the whole fucking thing was stupid and silly, he could see everything, why was I trying to cover my front, to I threw the towel on the bed and turned and let him look.
'Oh mio Dio sei così bella'. I was sure it was a compliment, because I laughed out loud and held my purse high over my head, 'Euros or a blow job'?
Did I just offer him a fucking blow job?
'Sì perdetevi un pompino', and his hand went down to his pants and started to pull the zipper down, 'Please', he said falteringly, 'a big blow job', he continued.
Why is it we always learn the dirty word first when we learn languages?
Five minutes later I did the unthinkable, holding the baguette open I spat the contents of his testicles out into the soft white inner of the baguette and placed the salami slices on top, poured the coffee and took a bite while he watched me, 'Your cum is salty', I said, with a full mouth.
I always have a ferocious appetite after performing a sex act, I once went down on a boy in school and then ate the contents of his lunch box, I think that was about seven or eight years ago back then.
After he left and I finished breakfast, I lay down on the bed and masturbated until all those naughty thoughts and feeling had been quelled and pacified.
Looking to my left from where I lay, I could see the young boy had been watching me 'Jilling myself', I waved to him, and he waved back, confirming my fears, I just prayed he would not recite anything he saw back to his mother, his father, or brother I could handle, but an irate mother, well that's another thing entirely.
I dozed off and slept soundly, even all the fucking going on around me did not disturb me, and I awoke to a late afternoon heat with a voracious appetite, with the window still open, and no doubt people seeing my sleeping form.
Sex was on my mind. At nineteen and a hot body I was wanting some large cock, and I was in the eternal city of large cock, as witnessed in 'Caligula', with those two beautiful centrefolds trying to stuff their faces with the fattest 'Pene', (Penis, cock, dick, or as we girls say in Edinburgh, willie) I had ever seen.
I had an early flight in the morning so I decided that tonight had to be a quickie as I wanted to be back in bed by 23:00, so I wandered around downstairs and settled into a small Pizza bar and had a large glass of red wine, when four unbelievably gorgeous Italian men, wandered in, espied me sitting alone, came over to my table and immediately propositioned me.
I was holding my own with my typical Scottish banter and bravado when one of the guys leaned across the table and asked me which one I’d like to sleep with for the night.
I'm not lying if I told you I was wet, the gusset in my knickers was wringing and my pussy was pulsing.
'It's hard to choose', I replied coyly, trying to play hard to get with my 'In your face retorts'?
But these guys could smell I was a girl who was up for it, my odours emanating from my wet underwear must have had those large Roman noses sniffing good Scottish hot pussy from a mile away.
So when they all offered to drop their pants to help me make the decision, I finished my glass and ordered another, I looked at each handsome face and just said, 'OK I will take a look'.
Looking at four cocks was something I was not going to pass up on, and the guy on my left undid his flies and asked me if I would delve into his pants and feel it.
I looked around the empty tables and felt secure enough to see them all together, besides I needed each owner to be brave enough to show me, so I said as much, 'All of you take your cocks out together'.
They did as I bade and oh fucking hell, they were all big boys, and they started to stroke themselves while I watched, as if teasing me.
'I think my girlfriends are never going to believe me when I tell them this', was what I said, with difficulty, as my throat was thick with mucous and saliva, my heart was all a fluttering, and my knees were opening on their own accord.
'Vedere se la cagna è bagnato'. I looked at the guy speaking, and later found out he was asking if my pussy was wet. By now both my hands were full of cock as I stroked two of them, while in answer to their friends question, one put his hand under my short skirt and delved between my labia, and commented, 'bagnato come una cas**ta', (as wet as a waterfall).
Finally, one of them suggested, ‘What about all of us?’ I was like, fuck it, I am young and alone in Italy… why not? (They also took a bit of video before I realized it so I could very well be on an Italian porn site somewhere, which isn't awesome, but whatever, it’s my favourite travel and sexual experience!
Hope you like my attitude Love Frida, PS I am back in Edinburgh this weekend and plan to visit the Doctors bar up by the Links.
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