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 toilet to relieve myself before filling the tub with hot water and a little bath oil. I eased myself into the tub after setting my glass and plate on the edge. The tub was de...

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’ll find no shortage of men willing to fuck your ass,” Giovanni laughed. I heard him moving around the room, speaking to the men there, several laughing or making rude n...

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 look pretty good,” I said to myself. I made my way downstairs, clean and fresh.  “I’m ready to greet the guests,” I said. “No, Maria, you’re not,” Giovanni said. “The gu...

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 model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet go...

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. It was time to satisfy Luca’s fantasy and I knew it was going to be a jawbreaker. We got up from the table, cleaned up what little needed to be cleaned and headed for my...

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 model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet go...

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. Still holding the towel against myself to keep from leaking all over the floor, I grabbed my douching equipment. The temperature set, I washed myself, starting with my hair...

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’s cock was available and ready, I’d practice on him. I wondered if I could get all of him down without lying on the bed with my head over the edge. He wasn’t as big as Lu...

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 model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet go...

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 model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet go...

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 me, his wife, he didn’t deserve to have me. Next, he tried talking me out of fucking his friends. By Thursday, I’d had enough. “What did you think would happen if I spent...

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, I used the term loosely, as they acted more like boys. They were at our house because my husband owned the biggest TV. He is the richest asshole in town and he has the bi...