I got a plate with some food and a glass of wine. I took it upstairs with me. At least when I went to my bathroom this time, I wasn’t dripping with cum. Only the last man had not used a goldone, and he’d been drained before he used my ass. I used the toil...

Giovanni laughed again. “I thought you’d come round.” “Not for you,” I said. “Don’t worry yourself. You haven’t begged me yet.” “And I never will.” “We’ll see,” he said, the smug bastard. “Just find some experienced men to teach me what to do.” “I’m sure...

I took a shower, douched thoroughly, applied make-up and perfume. If I was going to be greeting guests, I should look my best, even if I was naked. I put my long hair in a ponytail. I even put on a necklace. I looked in the mirror. “For a naked whore, you...

This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the m...

As we ate in the kitchen, I asked Giovanni what he planned to have me do tomorrow as the winner of the Sex Bell contest. He said he would tell me tomorrow after his fantasy was fulfilled. It was a relatively quiet meal. We all knew what I’d be doing next....

This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the m...

Giovanni handed me a towel from the nearest bathroom. I wiped my face, then stood up, holding the towel against my crotch. “I need to shower,” I said.  It was self-evident; I was covered in their seed. I went into my bathroom and turned the shower on. Sti...

I woke up Saturday morning with Marco’s hard erection poking at me. He himself wasn’t awake yet, just his cock. Nevertheless, things needed to be done, so I should get busy. I required more practice if I expected to take Luca in my mouth, and since Marco’...

This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the m...

This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the m...

For the next several days, Pietro first tried having sex with me; I suspect so he could reestablish his rights to me before they were given to others. I wasn’t having it after he wagered my nude body with his friends. It was so rude and disrespectful to m...

I was serving food and drinks to five men, one of whom was my husband, Pietro. The men were all at our house, watching an Italian football contest, what the American’s call soccer, between the two best Italian clubs in the Serie A. When calling them men,...