CarleyChapter 7 Jack and Lora Tell Their Story to Marja
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On Wednesday morning, we checked out of the hotel and took a taxi to the train station. I had pre-paid tickets on the high-speed train to Venice. We had a private compartment, but the door was clear glass, so we couldn’t do any serious fooling around. The countryside zipped by and, as usual, I was amazed at the amount of farmland and just plain wilderness that covers large parts of northern Italy.
We pulled into the Santa Lucia train station on the Grand Canal in Venice. A water taxi took us to the Hotel San Cassiano not far away. The hotel was small and not especially luxurious, but it was quiet and I
liked the location. I’d booked a room on the top floor looking out over the Grand Canal.
When we went out for lunch, I was careful to point out the landmarks and signs the girls would need to find the hotel again. There are no wheeled vehicles in Venice. People get around by walking or taking the water busses called “vaporettos”. Most streets are only five to ten feet wide with four or five story buildings on both sides. The streets would be called “alleys” anywhere else in the world. The streets basically follow the S-shaped Grand Canal. It’s easy to get disoriented. GPS is useless, since the devices can almost never see enough sky to lock onto a satellite.
We ate in a very small café with a canal on one side and a plaza on the other. After lunch, Lora announced that she wanted to explore on her own. She walked off heading more-or-less east.
“She’ll be lost in ten minutes,” I told Carley. “It’s a small town, though. She’ll be okay.”
I bought Carley a gelato.
“Lora wants to go to the island of Murano tomorrow,” I said between bites. “Did she say anything to you about it?”
“Yes, she did. It sounds like fun. I like the chandelier in our room and it’s from Murano. It’s a cool style.”
“Okay, now I know you’re nuts! Murano glass is the ugliest shit in the world. Woof! Ugly, horrible, gaudy crap! You girls have fun. I’ll stay here and troll for pussy.”
“It’s not ugly, it’s lovely! The colors are fantastic! You have no taste at all!”
“Well, you’re not the first one to make that observation, but try to remember who I’m standing here with. If I have no taste, what am I doing with you?”
“Damned if I know. I just hope you don’t come to your senses.”
I stroked her cheek. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”
We wandered aimlessly, exploring the wonderful little town. Carley admired the old buildings and complained bitterly about the spray-painted graffiti covering every available wall. I hired a gondola and paid the gondolier an extra 40 Euro not to sing for us. The afternoon went quickly.
I called Lora’s cell phone and found out she was on a vaporetto not far away. We met her at the San Stae vaporetto stop and walked to a restaurant across the Grand Canal from the train station. We consumed 200 Euro worth of wine, seafood and pasta, then strolled around, stopping in shops and sipping various wines in the outdoor cafes. I bought two cases of a local red wine and arranged to have them shipped home.
We got back to the room about 10:30. We were all pretty tired. We got undressed, took our showers and hit the sack.
Carley and Lora left first thing the next morning for Murano. They were excited about their little adventure and I got no more than some kisses and hurried groping.
I bought breakfast and spent a couple of hours wandering around and taking pictures in the Cannaregio district north of the Grand Canal. Parts of that section of Venice are more residential than the tourist areas to the south. There are many street vendors, selling everything from produce to T-shirts. It’s actually possible to find a grocery store there.
I worked my way east and south to the Rialto Bridge and started across, toward the hotel. In the middle of the north side of the bridge, I spotted a familiar face.
“Marja, hello.”
She turned and her smile was just as I remembered it.
“Jack! What are you doing in Venice?”
“I’m here with Carley and my sister, Lora. They’ve never been here before.” I shook my head. “They insisted on seeing Murano. I’ve seen it too many times. I think the glass is ugly and the factories are boring. I’m on my own for the day. Where’s Juliette?”
“She went off with two local girls. I think she’s trying to teach me a lesson.” Marja smiled sadly. “She was very upset with me for giving you permission to put your penis inside me. When I spit your seed into the glass and showed it to her she thought I was insulting her. Well, I was taunting her. I admit that. I didn’t mean to insult her, though.”
“I’m sorry, Marja. I’m afraid I made it even worse. I was looking at her when I came. She saw the expression on my face. I was taunting her, too. I’m sorry if I caused more trouble for you.”
“It’s not your fault. It was my decision. Juliette will come back tonight, I think.”
Marja touched my hand. “And if she doesn’t, I won’t be alone. I have no trouble attracting new friends. You may have noticed.” She laughed. “I find my appearance to be an advantage in that regard.”
“Well, Marja, I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you this, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your face and your body are almost beyond belief.”
I gestured at the people around us. “Every man and woman in sight is jealous of me right now. They’re wondering how I know you and whether I’ve had sex with you.”
“And you have,” she said with another smile. “You certainly have!”
“Marja, may I buy you lunch? I’m getting hungry and there’s a nice restaurant right down the street.”
“Why, yes,” she said. “I’d like that.”
We walked a couple of blocks south-west. The restaurant had outside tables and we were seated. We each ordered a glass of wine, made our choices from the menu and ordered our entrees.
“Jack, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you. I told you that if we met again, I would allow you to spill inside me. How do you say, ‘cum’? I didn’t think we would ever see one other again, but now we have. I always keep my promises. I will keep this one.”
“Marja, thank you, but in the club you were very positive about not allowing a man to cum in your pussy. I don’t want you to do anything you’d find distasteful. I can’t tell you how much I’d love to have sex with you again, but I won’t hold you to your promise. As you said, you didn’t expect to see me again. Your promise was intended as a politeness and that’s the way I took it. I don’t want to take advantage of your kind nature.”
“You’re right, of course; I was being polite. But you should know that I meant what I said. You behaved as a gentleman should. Your offer today to, what’s the phrase, ‘let me off the hook, ‘ proves that you are a good person. Unless you tell me you don’t want me, I will keep my promise.”
“Oh, I want you all right. If you like, we can go to my hotel after we eat. We’ll have all the time we need for you to keep your promise.”
Marja held up her glass and I touched it with mine. “To promises,” she said.
“What’s life like in Finland?” I asked. “Tell me about yourself.”
It turned out that Marja’s great-grandfather had been in the timber business and her family had been wealthy for generations.
“My mother died when I was only two years old. My father hadn’t wanted children and didn’t pay much attention to me. I was raised by servants, mostly women. I was terribly spoiled. Growing up, I got
everything I wanted. Luxury was all I knew. Being rich, pampered and beautiful turned me into a horrible person.”
Marja sighed and took a bite of her pasta. “When I was eighteen, I fell in love with another woman. We had wonderful sex, but when she didn’t do exactly what I wanted her to do, I became angry and hateful. One day she’d had enough and told me what she thought of me as a person. She was the first to have the rohkeus, what is your word, ‘courage’ to tell me the truth. I was very upset, but I eventually realized that what she said was true. I thought only of myself. I wasn’t interested in the feelings of others. I didn’t care
about them at all except for what they could do for me. I had no true friends. I began to change that day.”
“Now I am obsessive about my treatment of other people. I still behave in a selfish and aloof manner sometimes. I give orders and I’m demanding. But I try. I demand respect and politeness from others, though. If I don’t get it, I can be very difficult to be around.” She smiled. “I appreciate the way you’ve treated me. Your behavior has been above reproach. I look forward to having sex with you again.”
On the way to the hotel, we stopped for a gelato and ate standing on a bridge looking over one of the many narrow canals. The day was nearly perfect; sunny with warm breezes from the south.
In my hotel room, Marja started to unbutton her blouse.
“Let me do that, Marja. If you don’t mind, I’d like to touch you and undress you.”
She nodded and stood quietly, looking stunning. I touched her arms and shoulders, then the sides of her body. I reached around to hold her ass. I was starting to get an erection. I puller her close, pressed my erection against her and kissed her. In the club, our kisses had been almost formal with no tongue play.
Marja opened her mouth and we kissed deeply.
I have a mild fetish about touching women through their clothes. Most of the time when I touch a woman sexually, she’s already naked. I take advantage of the opportunity to indulge myself whenever I can. Undressing Marja would be a treat.
I cupped both of Marja’s breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and feeling her nipples. I kissed her neck, moving my lips up and down, using my tongue gently.
I unbuttoned the top four buttons of Marja’s blouse and slipped my hand inside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need one. I opened her blouse the rest of the way and kissed her pale pink nipples. They stood up and I sucked them. Marja swayed back and forth, presenting one breast, then the other.
I pushed her blouse off and let it fall. Her skirt had a single button and a zipper on the side. I unfastened them and held her skirt in place while I slid my hand down the front of her body. She wasn’t wearing panties. Before I could reach her pussy, Marja held my wrist.
“Not yet, please. I’ve been walking all morning and I need to bathe. We can bathe together and wash each other.” She smiled. “We can touch in the bath. Would you like that?”
“You’re reading my mind. But first, let me finish undressing you.”
I dropped to one knee and lowered her skirt. She had a flawless, smooth pussy. She’d shaved the small patch of hair above her vagina and was now completely hairless. I kissed her belly button and stood up.
As I finished undressing, Marja held my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
“Jack, there is one thing I must insist on. When you are inside me, I must be in control. If you are on top of me, I will feel very uneasy. Also, I cannot tolerate being entered from the rear. We can fuck standing up if you like, as long as we are face to face. Is that satisfactory?”
“Yes, of course. I want you to feel at ease. If something doesn’t feel right to you, tell me at once.”
Washing Marja was an amazing experience. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her waist couldn’t have been over 27 inches and her back had a wonderful “V” shape. At six feet tall, she was no lightweight, but
there was no fat anywhere. Her body had a firm, solid feel, but her shape was unmistakably feminine. I’ve never touched a more “female” woman.
I was careful to be relaxed and gentle. When I reached her pussy, she was wet. I rubbed her clit and fingered her. She responded by pushing against my hand and kissing me. I pushed two fingers into her and stroked her firmly. She held me tight and kissed me. Her breathing was steady. I could tell she was enjoying my touch, but she wasn’t going to cum. She knew it, too. After a few minutes, she pushed my hand away.
“Let me wash you, now.”
Marja went slowly, washing each body part carefully. She knelt to wash my legs. I moved my feet apart and she gently soaped my balls and cock.
“You’re very hard. Do you wish to spill here in the bath, or wait until we’re in bed?”
“I’ll wait. Wash the soap off, please. If you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck you a little here before we get out.”
Marja rinsed me off. She moved to the corner of the shower and put one foot on the edge of the tub. Her back was against the wall. I slid into her and fucked her slowly. Marja held my hips and closed her eyes. My right hand was on her ass and my left on her breasts.
I’m a very visual guy, and the sight of Marja, naked and wet with my cock thrusting in and out of her was almost overwhelming. I took deep breaths and ran through the chord progressions to “The Way You Look Tonight” in A-flat. Miraculously, I didn’t cum.
Marja was also breathing deeply. Her hips had picked up my rhythm. She moaned.
“Jack, please touch me. The way you tried to do in the club.”
I moved the fingers of my left hand to her clit and began rubbing with all four fingers.
“Hold yourself still, all the way inside me. Touch me. Yes! Pull my nipples. Pinch them!”
Marja’s hold on my hips kept us balanced. I pulled and pinched her nipples with my right hand. I pushed into her as hard as I could, pressing my fingers into her clit. I pushed and rubbed and pinched and pulled. Marja mumbled the same phrase over and over in Finnish. Between phrases, she gasped and moaned and grunted. Since I wasn’t moving inside her, I was able to concentrate on her pleasure. She was pressed against me so tightly that I wasn’t able to see much.
Marja pulled me against her with all her strength. I rubbed her hard. I pinched and twisted a nipple. Her inner muscles tightened dramatically.
“Uhhhhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhhhh, Mmmmmm.”
Marja shook and hugged me so hard I almost lost my balance.
Her grip on me lessened. I leaned back and looked down at her body. Her breasts were flushed. Her erect nipples looked even paler against the reddened skin. I was still deep inside her. She trembled for a moment and pushed my hand away from her clit. I held her breasts with both hands and squeezed gently.
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This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
It was a mix of feeling just after my orgasm face which I hope is never caught on film. First the joy of my husband’s cream covered cock taking its last few strokes, the cream provided by me. But then second our closest friends surprised by such a sight, again I hope it wasn’t my orgasm face that sent them running. Now with the act done the three of us left catch our breath. A followed jammed packed shower but believe it or not no complaints were verbalized. The third surprise of the evening...
I had been chatting to this guy on TVChix and he kept telling me about this place called Ted’s in Fulham. We have never met but this is where he wanted to meet me and ‘show me off’. I did some digging about Ted’s and read that it was pretty seedy [and still is] and sex openly takes place in the toilets. Anyway, one night the guy messaged and he said he would like to take me there and if I don’t like it we could leave. I wore a short grey LBD, and pair of 5” strappy heel, with my painted toes...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...