The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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Bianca Tortellini walked along the empty beach with the sun behind her. It was already warm even though it wasn’t even seven in the morning. She held her heels in her left hand and a half-smoked cigarette in her other. She could still feel the buzz from all the booze she had had the previous night. Her white dress hugged her tall body showing off her curvy figure. She wasn’t one of those anorexic model types but a full-figured woman of twenty-one.
She stopped and looked out at the sea where a few gulls flew close to the surface and a small white fishing boat was puttering along on its way home with the catch of the morning. She dropped her shoes and the cigarette before pulling her dress over her head. Just in her white thong, she ran into the warm water and dove into the mirror-like surface. The water cleared her head and when she came up for air, she stroked her hair from her face.
The makeup was gone and her pure roman features were prominent. A nose a bit too large for her oval face and high cheekbones. Some would not call her a beauty; others would say she was amazing. In any case, the photographer who had approached her two years earlier while she was working at the cafe in her home village of Barlotta had thought she had a future as a model and he had been right.
Life in the small village was easy. Bianca went to school and after graduating got the job at the cafe. She had thought about going to Milan to study, but her family didn’t have the money. She didn’t mind, she had her friends and she liked the outdoors. The village was located high in the Italian Alps, so there was skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. She lived a happy life.
That changed when she met the photographer who after taking a few pictures of her left to go back to Milan. She didn’t hear from him for weeks and had almost forgotten about the photo shoot when she got a phone call. A few days later her father dropped her off and the studio where she would have her professional photos taken. A week after that, she had an agent and her first job.
Since then she had done work in London, New York, Stockholm, Madrid and many other cities around the world. She wasn’t a supermodel, but she was on her way to maybe become one. Along the way she had met many men and had some good sex and more parties than a twenty-something should have. Bianca loved her lifestyle and the work she did. So, when she was asked to come to the White Island aka Ibiza, she said yes.
When she arrived, she was driven to a villa close to the sea where she was to live with two other models during the one week she would work. This was her last day on the island and she would go back to Milan the following afternoon.
Bianca swam back to the beach and put on her dress. She picked up her shoes and lit another cigarette. As she walked a smile grew on her face and she actually giggled as the previous night’s experience came back to her.
12 Hours Earlier
“Are you guys ready yet? The car is waiting for us,” shouted Bianca into the house from the front door.
“Coming!” Paola answered.
Bianca flicked her cigarette into the flowerbed next to the door and got into the front seat of the white Range Rover. The driver glanced over at her and smiled as her tight dress slid up a little and showed more of her long legs.
“No peaking,” she said and smiled at him.
“Sorry.”
A minute later the back door opened and Paola together with Carla got in. “Yeah, here we go!” whooped Carla as the car began to move.
They were on their way to one of the island’s many super clubs for a night out. No chaperone, no agent, nobody to keep them under control. Carla wore designer jeans with a white top knotted just above her belly button with its piercing while Paola had gone with a black cocktail dress. Both girls were brunettes and just like Bianca had well-formed bodies.
The Range Rover drove through the night and half an hour later it dropped off the three girls outside the club. Bianca looked at her phone’s clock. “Pick us up at five.”
“Sure, see you later and have fun.” said the driver and drove off.
There was a line in front of the doors, but the three girls walked passed it and Bianca showed the doorman her VIP pass and they were let in.
The bass was heavy and she felt it in the pit of her stomach. She led the others to the VIP area and were seated at a table for four. The young hunk of a waiter took their orders and then left them alone. Bianca lit a cigarette and looked out of the several thousands of sweaty bodies below her. They all moved as one and it was fascinating to watch. She wasn’t much of a dancer herself, but she liked the music. When the drinks arrived the three girls cheered and then whopped a bit more.
Paola and Carla quickly left for the VIP dance floor behind them while Bianca sat on the chair moving her left leg to the beat. She felt movement to her left and turned her head. At the table next to her’s two men had sat down with a bottle of expensive champagne. They were neatly dressed in white shirts and black pants. One of the smiled at her and she winked back at him. Back in her village you seldom saw black men and it wasn’t until she moved to Milan that she had actually interacted with them. The two men next to her were giants — well over six feet and broad. Their muscles didn’t seem to be from a gym but more from doing sports.
She knew they were talking about her, most men who saw her did. She didn’t mind the fact that they most likely talked about fucking her and what that would be like. Since moving from her village Bianca had had great sex, normal sex and shitty sex, sadly most of it fell in the middle or shitty. Not that the men were ugly, but mostly because they came too fast. She was a good cock sucker and had a tight shaved pussy. What happened was that the guy either came in her mouth or after a few thrusts in her pussy. Bianca needed time to come, and few men she met could give her that.
Carla and Paola came back with sweat on their faces from dancing. They ordered another round of drinks and then Paola leaned in.
“Did you see the two guys?”
“You mean the black men, sure,” answered Bianca.
“Do you think they have big cocks?”
Carla laughed. “That’s such bullshit, I have been with several black men and they all had normal dicks.”
Paola looked disappointed. “That sucks, I wonder what it would be like to have a really big one inside me.”
“Buy a dildo, then you’d know,” said Bianca with a grin.
“True, but it’s not the same as having a man in me.”
They drank a bit more and then the waiter showed up with a round of shots. “From the gents next to you,” he said.
The girls turned to the two men and lifted their glasses. They did the same and then they drank. Another round followed and then another. After a while, the two tables became one and they sat together. It turned out that the men were Brian and Harold, both rugby players from Bristol.
The night turned into early morning and by then they all were pretty drunk. Bianca texted the driver to come and pick them up. When Paola and Carla went to the bathroom, Brian leaned in. “Hey, what about a nightcap at our place?”
Bianca thought for a moment. She had noticed the bulges in the men’s pants and she had become a little horny. She knew exactly what would happen if they went with them and she wasn’t sure she wanted to share.
“Sure, just let me get rid of the other two,” she said.
When Carla and Paola came back, she told them she had decided to go with Brian and Harold to a beach club to continue the party.
“We can come along,” said Paola.
“No, you and Carla are too drunk; it’s better if you go back.”
“Are you sure you will be okay?” asked Paola.
“I’ll be fine.”
Seated next to Brian in the backseat of the taxi she put her hand on his pants and let it follow the outline of his hard cock. It was massive. Brian put his hand on her naked thigh and then moved it in under her dress. She was wet and when his finger tickled her clit, she giggled and sighed. He gently pushed his finger inside her and she slid down a bit in the seat.
“Hey, no sex in the car,” said the driver looking at them in the rear-view mirror.
Brian pulled his hand away, but Bianca left hers where it was, massaging the giant hard-on. Awhile later the taxi stopped outside a building. Harold paid while Brian and Bianca got out. The men lived in a two-bedroom apartment they had rented for a week. Harold put on some music while Brian made them drinks.
Bianca stood on the balcony smoking when Brian walked up to her. “Nice views, isn’t it?”
He put his arm around her waist and gave her a glass of wine. She sipped it and sighed as the cold liquid went down her throat.
“Yeah, it is. So, are we just going to stand here or will we get started on the reason I came here in the first place?”
Brian laughed. “You are very forward; aren’t you?”
Bianca shrugged her shoulders and put down the glass on a small table next to them. Then she turned to him and looked up. She only reached his chest that’s how tall he was. She began opening his belt and when his pants fell, she pulled down his boxer shorts.
“Oh, my, that is huge,” she said staring at the cock in front of her.
“Have you ever been fucked by one this big?”
She shook her head. “Never,” her voice a bit husky and slurred.
She grabbed it with her hand and her fingertips were almost an inch apart, that’s how thick it was. When she pulled back the foreskin, his cockhead was the size of a ping pong ball. She gave it a tentative lick. Her tongue came away with a strand of pre-cum. She licked it again and then took it in her mouth.
“Oh, just look at that little Italian cocksucker,” said Harold who had come out.
Bianca grabbed for his pants and he pulled them down and his underwear revealing a cock that was almost as big as Brian’s. While sucking, she began to stroke his shaft. Her head was spinning by now and she was hornier than she had ever been before.
Brian gently pulled away from her and then lifted her up in his strong arms. Carrying her back inside he put her down on the dining table like a doll. He then pulled her dress off while Harold pulled down her thong.
“That is such a cute pussy,” said Harold and began to lick her. Brian let her feed on his cock while massaging her boobs.
Bianca could deepthroat without getting the gag reflex most women got. It took Brian a few minutes to realise this, but when he did, he smiled and put a hand behind her head. Then he proceeded to skull fuck her. His cock went down her throat and her eyes threatened to pop out of her head, but she didn’t complain. Harold was a great pussy licker and she was close to coming. Her mouth filled with saliva that ran over her lips onto her chest and breasts while the giant cock slid back and forth.
“Oh look, she is coming,” said Harold from between her legs. Bianca raised her back from the table and her thighs squeezed Harold’s head while she pressed her pussy against him.
“I think she is ready for some cock,” said Brian and pulled his out of her mouth. Bianca took a deep breath and looked up at him happily.
“You have an amazing cock; I just loved the way you fucked my mouth.”
Harold got up and grabbed his shaft to line it up with her pussy. Bianca lifted her head so she could see what was happening.
Her pussy lips were swollen and as he pressed his cock inside her, she gasped. It was like there was no end to it. She moaned and whimpered a little at first, but once the big man began to fuck her, she was in heaven.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, my pussy, fuck, you are filling me up!”
Harold grabbed her thighs and put her legs over his broad shoulders and went to town. His balls smacked into her and she rocked hard back and forth on the table.
Bianca didn’t know if she should cry or laugh. The experience was like nothing she had ever experienced. She felt like she had been impaled on his cock and that at any moment it would come up from the back of her throat, but it didn’t happen. Instead, she felt another orgasm building and when it rushed through her body, she yelped and held on to the table so hard her nails left marks.
“My turn,” said Brian.
Instead of fucking her the way Harold had he turned her, so she was leaning over the table and he could fuck her from behind.
This time Bianca did cry out and a tear ran down her cheek. Brian was much thicker than Harold with almost the same length cock. Her pussy stretched to its limits and beyond thought Bianca as the man behind her slapped her bare ass a few times.
“Ready?”
“Uhu, I think so,” she mumbled.
Brian began to fuck her slowly watching his cock slide in and out. Then he did it a bit faster and a bit more until he was fucking her hard. Bianca grabbed the edge of the table in front of her. With her mouth open not making a sound at first. She just couldn’t. Once her pussy had adjusted as much as it could, she began to moan and sigh.
“Oh, god, I can’t believe I have a giant black cock in me!”
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it; I love your giant cock inside me.”
Harold came around the table and she took his in her mouth sucking on it with gusto. Her fingers playing with his balls and until he too was moaning, close to coming. The two men gave each other a high five above Bianca back and then they came.
She had never felt so much cum before in her pussy or mouth. As much as she tried to swallow, the cum ran down her chin and onto the table where it pooled. She felt it run down her inner thighs and Brian emptied load after load deep inside her.
She came as well, her body shaking with pleasure and her legs going weak. When Brian finally pulled out, she actually slid down on the floor. She put her hand to her pussy and felt the gaping hole. “Oh my god, my pussy is fucked up,” she moaned.
Brian laughed. “Don’t worry; it will be fine later.”
When she slowly stood up a gush of cum ran down her thighs. She looked down and then up at Brian. “Do you always come this much?”
He had picked up their glasses from the balcony and after giving her’s to her and taking a sip from his, he said, “No, but you are one hot Italian lady.”
She giggled. “Thanks, and to you too Harold.”
“You are more than welcome. Do you want me to call a taxi?”
The sun was rising and she realized she wasn’t far from where the villa was. “No, I’ll walk.”
“Okay, I hope you have a safe trip back and all the best in your modelling career,” said Brian.
“Thanks, guys, and I loved being with you. I will never forget it as long as I live.”
When Bianca came home, Paola and Carla were sleeping. She took a shower and then crept into her bed. Her hand slid down her flat stomach and she sighed with pleasure as she remembers the two giant cocks. Her pussy was still wide open and as she lay there lazily fingering her clit, she realized that she would most likely never be fucked so hard and long. It made her a little sad but maybe just maybe she would meet up with Brian and Harold at some point in her life. Life was funny like that, she had learned.
Meanwhile back at the apartment, Brian was packing his bag while Harold waited at the door. He looked at his watch. “When will it kick in?”
“In a couple of hours. She won’t get on that plane; that’s for sure.”
Harold sighed. “What a waste of a hot chick.”
Brian picked up his bag and went passed his friend. “Yeah, I totally agree, but at least we got to fuck her. I wonder what her dad would say if he knew the two men that assassinated his daughter fucked her before.”
Harold laughed. “That is funny. Maybe we should tell him?”
“Nah, that’s not what we got paid for. Our orders were to kill her to send a message that he needs to cough up the money he borrowed.”
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