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 guests will be greeted with you down on your knees, seeing to it they have a very good time. These are honored guests who deserve the complete attentions of Pietro’s wife since he’s not here to greet them himself.”
Suddenly, it became clear to me. If I were on my knees, I would use my mouth to welcome the guests, not by vocally greeting them, but by sucking their cocks. Pietro would have a reputation unmatched for hospitality, his wife the focal point of his reputation.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I won the game of the Sex Bell. Because Pietro bet us the use of his villa and wife. Because these are important people who should be well taken care of. Because you’ve already proven yourself capable of fucking the entire NATO army. I have no doubt you’ll be able to handle this important task. I have this for you to wear instead of that beautiful necklace.” He handed me a leather collar. “I think you’ll find your guests will appreciate the appearance of the collar more than this gold bauble.” He fingered the necklace I was wearing. “I can take care of this for you.”
He unfastened the chain from about my neck. “I’ll make sure it makes it back into your jewelry box. Let me put this on for you.”
He fastened the leather collar around my neck. I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Why don’t you kneel now. Matteo will be taking some more pictures for your husband. Here, I’ll give you a cushion to kneel on.” He took a cushion from a nearby chair and tossed it on the floor in front of the door. “It will be easier on your knees.”
I got down on my knees. How did I find myself in this position? Was it my temper, my pig of a husband, or something dark within myself I hadn’t known existed before this weekend. Suddenly I’m down on my knees waiting to suck the cocks of many of my husband's friends; important people in the community, coming to my husband’s villa. Why not walk out? What was holding me here? My pride, my ego? Or did I want to do it, to suck these cocks and show my husband what a whore he’s made me? I didn’t know why, but nonetheless, I was on my knees waiting.
I looked up at Giovanni. “How much of this was planned?” I asked.
“Nothing before the bet. Everything after it. I’m a man who takes advantage of the situations he finds himself in. It won’t hurt my reputation nor credibility to be offering such a fine specimen such as yourself to the lusts of important men. They will owe me favors. Favors I’m in a position to accept. Favors which will be profitable for me and the people I serve.”
“Mafia?”
“Nothing so crude as that,” Giovanni chuckled. “What difference does a name make? It’s not important. Ah, here’s Matteo. Smile for the camera.”
I tried to smile; to put on a good face for Pietro, so he didn’t know how I detested myself at that moment. On the whole, I might have succeeded somewhat from the pictures Matteo showed me. Apparently, Giovanni didn’t feel I appeared helpless enough. He got some more plastic wrap and confined my forearms together behind my back. Some more photos were taken that way.
“What do you think, Matteo? Maria doesn’t need to know whose cock she’s sucking, does she? What difference if it’s the mayor or the prefect. If she knows who it is, she might slack off on the less important ones and suck the important ones better. All our guests should be treated the same, don’t you think?”
“Of course. Everyone is equal. No one is more important than another,” Matteo said.
“I have just the thing,” he said. “Wait here.”
Where was I going to go. I was on my knees, naked, my hands confined behind my back. I’m not even sure I could get to my feet without falling down.
“I’ve always admired this tie of Pietro’s. Very elegant. To honor our important guests, Maria should put it on, since her husband isn’t here to wear it.”
It was a black tie, silk, a hundred euros at least, one he usually wore with an elegant and expensive black suit he wore. Giovanni tied it around my eyes, putting me in darkness. I could hear Matteo moving around, taking more pictures. I tried to follow him by sound, looking one way or another. Occasionally, Giovanni would touch me, surprising me. He’d brush my cheek, or a shoulder, caress my breasts to ensure my nipples were hard and prominent for our guests.
“Our guests will appreciate the way you’ve done your hair, Maria. It will give them something to hold onto when they fuck your mouth.”
As aroused as I’d been around Giovanni this weekend, I was beginning to hate him more than Pietro, if that were possible.
Matteo said he was done with the photos. I couldn’t look at them due to my blindfold. I could imagine what they looked like.
“Is there anything you’d like to say to your husband to accompany these pictures, Maria?” Matteo asked.
“Say this, ‘We’re hosting a small get together of important people to whom you’ve shown my nude pictures. Giovanni thought they might appreciate seeing the real thing instead of a photograph. He expects me to show every consideration to our guests. I’m sure you can appreciate what that consideration might be.’ I’m sure he’ll enjoy them.”
Matteo whistled. “I’d hate to be getting pictures like this of my wife.”
“I would expect photos like these would be the least of your problems should your wife ever found out what you did this weekend, Matteo.”
The first knock on the door came a few minutes later.
Giovanni said, “A little early, but it’s probably good they all don’t show up at once. You only have one mouth.”
“You’re an asshole too, Giovanni. Just saying.”
Giovanni laughed before opening the door. I heard him saying, “Come in, come in, welcome, signore. Pietro’s sorry he’s not here today, but he left his wife to see to your every need. She’s become an excellent cock sucker this weekend; even taking all of Luca’s famous cock down her pretty little throat. Help yourself.”
Not thirty seconds later, a limp cock was rubbing against my lips. I opened up and he pushed right into my mouth. I tongued him, feeling him quickly grow to a respectable size. I had no idea who he was. I didn’t recognize his voice, so maybe not the mayor who I’d heard speaking a number of times. I hoped Pietro was watching now. The man was soon nudging the back of my throat and I found myself swallowing to take all of him.
“You’re right, Giovanni. She’s a superb cock sucker. Pietro is a lucky man.”
I don’t know how lucky Pietro was, it might be years before I sucked his cock again, if ever.
He grabbed my hair and started thrusting roughly into my mouth, my lips rubbing on his zipper as he bottomed out in my throat. Fortunately, he didn’t take long. Within four minutes, his cream was pouring into my mouth and I quickly swallowed to keep from drowning in his cum. He finally finished and rubbed the last few drops upon my cheeks. It wasn’t long after, the doorbell rang again and Giovanni let more people in. It sounded like two or three speaking.
Not long afterward, another prick found its way to my lips and I opened again, allowing him entry, with the same eventual result, a mouthful of sperm. He’d barely pulled out when another cock, this one hard from waiting, pushed past my lips. This one was a grunter, grunting each time he thrust into me. I was sucking his cock when I heard a moaning sigh and felt the splash of warm cum spraying all over my tits. Someone too eager to wait his turn. Just as well. I’d probably swallow too much cum this afternoon anyway. More people were entering. More voices filling the room, anonymous voices, anonymous cocks. The one in my mouth squirted, very salty sperm. He should check his diet. A third cock in my mouth, another one rubbing up against my cheek. I could hear his hand stroking it, a slight slapping sound. Warm cum erupting onto my cheek, clinging stickily. Another warm salty spray down my throat.