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Can A Playboy Ever Be Tamed?
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I’m an arrogant, self-righteous Italian guy who only thinks through one thing… I never see the same woman twice – it’s my rule. I throw the most outrageously wicked and sexy parties for my own satisfaction and relish on women like I do my fine dining. I’m a playboy by day and a playboy by night. They call me the Italian Playboy and I love it! Only, all of that changed one night when a dark haired beauty stepped into one of my sex parties. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to have her. But no sooner than my eyes had met her naked body, she was gone. I had to find her. And I wouldn’t stop until I did.
Italian Playboy
Chapter One
Piero
This was the life, sat
here on a chair with three ladies – one sucking the tip of my dick, another
licking my cock like a lollipop while the other lapped at my balls. Fuck, this
was good. My dick was on fire, being looked after by women who had been gagging
for me most of the evening.
I rested my head back against
the chair and took in their sweet mouth actions, when suddenly, my bulbous head hit the back of her
throat and the base of my dick was pumped hard and fast. I sat forward just
watching the act, so pretty, so perfect. I was a lucky fucker. How many men had
fantasised about this? And here I was, living the dream.
I placed my hand on the
back of the woman’s head who had my shaft in her mouth and forced her to take
it to the back of her throat again.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned
out.
The blood pumped hard
and fast to the tip of my cock as the girl who delightfully sucked on my balls rose
to come to my face.
“Share ladies,” I
encourage, aware she was after a kiss. But those I didn’t do.
The woman stood beside
me and leaned over my tummy to take my dick deep inside her moist mouth. My
balls tingled like they were about to explode.
“Oh hell,” I cried out
as the girls shared my cock - sucking, licking, and deep throating. You name
it, it was happening, and I was one happy man. This was the exact reason why I
held these parties.
I gazed down, loving
the way these women indulged and pleased me. My cock was burning, getting closer
to the point of no return by the second.
“Oh shit, ladies.”
The three of them
quickly positioned themselves on their knees in front of me like little cute
puppies, ready and waiting to catch that first spurt. One reached up and pumped
my dick. That was it. Out spilled my seed like water out a fucking hosepipe, spraying
all over their pretty little faces.
Cock empty and body and
mind satisfied, I was ready for a scotch. I turned to look around the room,
lights dimmed, naked men and woman all being sexual pleased like myself,
paradise.
I looked down to the
ladies smiling at me, looking pleased at their conquest as they lap up my cream
and dribbles that missed their mouths.
I raised my hand and
patted one of the ladies on the head, giving her triumph. They all did so well.
“Thank you…now be
gone,” I said, clicking my fingers.
I needed time to calm
down and have some space before the next act. Maybe I would find a beauty to
sink my dick into later? Hell, my cock needed to be engulfed by a wet pussy. I
wagged my brows as the girls departed, skipping away, laughing and giggling
like little girls.
I clicked my fingers
and in marched my slave for the evening.
“Scotch, no ice.” I
ordered, not even looking at her.
I felt her presence
leave and I smiled. I loved the power I possessed. Before I started each party
I would choose a girl to be at my beckon call for the night. Yeah, so what if
she had to watch me having sex? If she did a good job throughout the night then
at the end she might get to ride me, but only if I felt she had done me proud.
Okay, so I’m a guy who
likes sex. And a lot of it. I’m not interested in names or ages or ever meeting
them again. I prefer to fuck and go. If they can give good head and suck well, I’ll
let them have it.
Yeah, I love myself. And
yes, I’m an arrogant asshole. I make so many pounds per second. I live in a
mansion, have a garage full of sports cars, and can do and go wherever I damn
well wish. I spend most of my time with women at my feet begging to have a
taste. Begging to give me satisfaction. Do I stop them…that depends.
So, I’m bragging. I
love my life. I love everything about it. I drink, smoke, fuck, work, and do
whatever I want. I know I have the lifestyle most guys dream about, and their
envy only boosts my ego. I’m a lucky bastard and I know it. Oh, did I mention
my shitty, argumentative attitude and things have to be done perfectly, even down
to making sure my bedsheets are flat, no creases or the maids have their arses
kicked. Did I mention I make most people feel uncomfortable due to my
overbearing demeanour. But do I care? Do I fuck!
Yep, that’s me, Mr hotshot.
Mr talk to the dick it might like you. Crap, I almost forget to mention, I’m
Italian. Well better known as The Italian Playboy. My parents are back in
Italy, leaving me with Great Grandpapa’s place. Not that I’m complaining.
I sat thinking about
Erin wondering why the hell he had entered my thoughts. He’s my best friend and
manager who, well, loves me and practically lets me get away with anything. But there has always been one rule for me when
it came to Erin. To stay the hell away from his little sister. I’ve never been allowed
within breathing distance of her. Like I would go near her, or dare. Yep, that
was one rule I was keeping, but only because I love my balls too much to have
them ripped off by Erin. Not that I thought he really would. I pay and spoil
him far too much. But just in case, I have stuck to his rule. My family jewels were
worth squillions. In fact, my nuts were my prize possessions, the one thing I
considered spectacular. They brought me the purest pleasure. So, going near his
sister was a no go. Never. Forbidden. And I planned on keeping it that way, not
that I had seen her in years.
I recalled Erin’s words
last week after he’d found my invites.
“What
the fucking hell? No way is this happening. Are you totally losing the plot? I
have told you no more parties. This is not happening over my dead body. This
place has a reputation to keep and so do you. For goodness sake you’re in the
public eye…this is not acceptable, retract it now while you can.”
Erin
slammed the invites down on my coffee table watching them all feather out and
some land on my wood floor like sprinkles.
“Not
happening. Are you trying to give yourself a bad name?”
“It’s
a bit of fun, let your hair down and get screwed. It’s cool, chill out. I just
need some stimulation,” I joked, sitting back in the chair keen to light up for
a smoke.
“You
are always thinking about your frigging dick…one of these days you’re going to
catch something and when you do…don’t look at me for sympathy.”
“Like
I would dare. I use protection and mouth spray.”
“You’re
disgusting.”
I
sat forward and reached for my whiskey. I needed it if Erin was about to give
me another ear bashing.
Eyes wide open and
cowboy boots resting on the coffee table, I watched as the smoke from my cigarette
diffused into the air like clouds pluming and making their own little shapes. The
red bandana on my right bicep indicating I’m chilling, so do not disturb me. I
wore a cowboy belt holster around my waist with a pretend gun. The theme
tonight… cowboys and cowgirls.
The music echoed
through the house forcing me to close my eyes and drift into the sound of the
beat, sensing a great thrusting tune, imagining myself taking her from the
rear, only right now, I needed a break.
I opened my eyes as I
heard the sound of giggling and glanced in the direction of the female sounds
to see a group of girls standing and waiting for the banner around my arm to
disappear as a signal that I was ready to play again.
Holy
fuck, who the hell is she?
My eyes captivated. Even
in the dim lighting her body was promiscuous, hot and fucking sexy. She floated
across the floor like a breath of fresh air, her long, dark, curly hair danced
in the breeze from the fans that where blowing around the room to keep things
cool. My eyes were soon drawn to her perfect tits spilling over a sexy cami,
and then down to her stockings. She was sending my cock rock hard. She was
breathless, and my dick was bouncing with the need to be inside that
scrumptious, delightful little bell.
I dropped my feet to
the ground, put out my cigarette, and quickly threw the last of my scotch to
the back of my throat. In a hurry I put my trunks on, just to give me some
modesty. The girls remained sniggering, but they were well out the equation
now, no chance. I had to bag this woman before she was captured by another
dude.
The seductive music
carried on filling the rooms. The air cool, yet the aroma of hot glorious sex
fused. Surrounded by sex, bodies all over the place enjoying the party,
enjoying the freedom.
At the back of my mind
guilt started to bubble. Yeah, I went behind Erin’s back for this tonight. But
hell, he was away on business and wouldn’t ever know. And what he don’t know,
won’t hurt him.
I made my way through
the room, scooting past the piano and entered the dim lit sitting room. The bar
was littered with naked people recovering and sneaking a quick drink before
mooching of for more fun.
I glanced around
searching the area for the dark, curly haired creature. My dick was out of control.
She was here for a reason, and I was about to be it. She’d leave here tonight with
a smile, totally satisfied.
I scanned everyone.
Looking at all the beauties that were here, only my prize wasn’t as easy to
find.
I kept wandering
around, determined to find her. I made sure I didn’t trip over bodies as they
fucked. Hell, I needed to find the beauty without delay.
The music pumped
through my eardrums like a thunderous heartbeat. My cock was throbbing and
intent on finding its next feed. I was a vulture, and hers was the flesh I
wanted to feast upon.
I checked all over but
for some reason the beauty had disappeared, then…I caught her sitting on a
barstool at the end of the bar, crossing her legs. Fuck those pins were made
for my hands to crawl up them.
Without hesitation I headed
over slowly, not making it look too obvious that I was ready and willing to do
whatever she wished. The barman poured me a drink when I sat at the empty bar
stool, staring at her. Our eyes met like a force of energy. Magnetic, my body
was being drawn in and delivered to her feet. Hell, I would drop to the floor
for this woman.
The lighting was crap,
but I could tell she was slender. Her tits were beautiful. I imagined my face buried
in them. Fuck, I would name them if she asked me to.
With our eyes on one
another, mesmerized, lost in her sensuality, I watched as she placed a cherry
in her mouth, rolling her tongue over the fruit sending my cock bursting at the
seams. Hell, this wasn’t the name of the game, it was meant to be the other way
around. She had me, caught like a fish, and her hook was deep in my skin,
pulling me towards her with those seductive, tormenting eyes. She licked the
cherry then placed it tauntingly into her mouth as I watched her bite it. It
popped, and I envisaged the juices bursting out and dripping down her throat.
She uncrossed her legs
and like a trance I watched. What was happening to me? This woman had me, got
me chained, cuffed and drooling like a frigging puppy for a treat.
She stepped down from
the stool, and like a breeze she turned and walked away from me.
Yeah,
she’s teasing me. Well lady, you have me…I’m on your tail.
I followed her out the
room to see her curvaceous nude back thanks to the open- backed cami that was
held together with just one tiny bow. She teasingly went towards the main
corridor of the mansion. I was buzzing. My dick was hard and eager to get
buried into her hot pussy.
Like a lapdog, I was
behind her. She kept glancing over her shoulder, betting she was on fire and
eager to ride me into midnight.
There was no doubting I
had to have her.
In the corridor I had
to make my move. I had to pull her into my arms. I rushed forward standing feet
behind her when she spun around. Our eyes stared intensively at one another.
She stole my breath.
I glanced down to look
at the pretty lace geometric pattern with panels of lace, satin and eyelash applique. I couldn’t stop myself, before I had the
chance to think, I pinned her against the wall with my right hand beside her
left ear and my other touching her thigh. I breathed heavy on her face, moving my
lips closer to hers. I inhaled her floral scent, my dick on fire, pressed
firmly against her thigh. I breathed into her mouth, puckering my lips ready to
indulge, take a taste. Kissing wasn’t something I did, but for her I’d make an
exception.
The entire room had gone silent. All I could hear was the
sound of my own heart beating, determined not to screw this us. I don’t do
love, care, or slow motion. I’m a go in and get it and get the hell out…shit
what was this woman doing to me?
I ached in places I forgot existed. I pressed my body
harder against her. She licked her lips. I was eager to get that slippery
serpent around my dick… but no…
I slipped down her body, forcing her to widen her thighs.
Crouching before her I ran my fingers up her right leg to the tops of the
stocking and in a slow arousing manner crept them up further, lifting the
bottom of the cami to find her knickerless and clean shaven. Fuck, this was
going to good.
I’d made my mind up, there was no way this pussy was
going anywhere until I ravished it. I was about to worship and treat it like a
diamond. I curled my tongue, ready to delve in and take a taste. I betted with
myself that she was going to be the best dessert I’d ever had. My fingers
slither along her sex lips. I glance up to see her head had fallen back onto
the wall, mouth parted and eyes closed. This woman was not only superhot, but
my dream.
I slid my digit along her swollen lips feeling her liquid
pooling. I took hold of her left leg and lifted it up onto my knee, just so I
could gaze at her pussy. Even in the dark lighting it glistened and sparkled
with desire. Her body tensed. I poked my tongue out ready, longing to make the
glorious connection. Tongue out with my finger tampering with her folds feeling
her withering and squirming under my control, I flicked my tongue from the back
to the front, indulging and tasting her sweetness.
I pushed my finger into her wet core, wow, she was
dripping. I inserted another finger, she moaned. I pushed further into her,
feeling her inner muscles tighten. Wow, I loved her dampness and reaction.
I licked and sucked the area, taking her sanity, enjoying
the way her body curved, plunging my fingers harder and faster into her depths.
I brushed my fingers over her clit, hearing her groan. Fuck, that was music to
my ears.
There was nothing more to it, I had to have her and here
wasn’t the place. I lowered her foot from my knee and rose to gaze at her lost
in the moment.
“Princess,” I said softly, moving her hair away from her
face. “Come with me.”
I laced my fingers with hers and led her to the drawing
room which was out of bounds. I knew Erin would have my dick for being in
there, but I needed privacy.
I found the key under the rug and opened the door, aware
no one would be in here. This was me and her, no one else will have a taste of
this precious pussy. I planned on relishing each and every morsel of her.
Without hesitation I pulled her inside and flicked on the
lamps, eager to see this beauty.
Once she was inside I used my foot to slam the door
closed.
I turned and smiled at her. “Have you had anyone else
tonight?”
“No.”
I smiled. I was going to be her first and hopefully her
last. Tonight at least.
“Do you want names?” I asked.
“No.”
I didn’t need to elaborate on that. Although personally I
would have liked to have known hers. Just in case her name popped up at further
parties.
I spun her around and led her to the French Louis chair
where I indicated for her to sit down. She gave me the hungry eyes. I dropped
instantly to my knees as she widened her thighs giving me a heart palpitating moment.
“Has anyone ever told you, you have a fucking hot pussy?”
“I have now,” she said, slamming her hand against her
incredible mound.
“If I do anything you don’t like, tell me.” I said,
gazing at her bare pussy.
“I don’t think you’ll have any worries there.”
I glanced up catching her cheekily smiling and raising
her brows. She was going to kill me.
I ran my fingers along her smooth cleft and up to her
clit. She jolted when I made contact with the tiny nub. In a motion I shuffled
closer, eager to taste more of her dampness and relish. Tongue on her clit,
fingers dipped inside her channel, I was ready. I licked from bottom to top
followed by a hard succulent, tormenting, suck, longing to tease her to the
brim as she wiggled deliriously. I sucked hard on her clit, taking it into my
mouth. She cried out and dropped her ass over the edge of the chair.
With my fingers locked inside I wiggled them against her
core. Her inner muscles clasped around my digits. I wanted so much with this
woman. I wanted my cock deep inside her, hearing her crying out in excitement.
Eager to watch this beauty climax, I plunged my fingers
in and out of her faster.
I craved to have her sweet mouth wrapped around my dick
sucking me of, cleaning me of my pre-cum. I never expected the night to turn so
frigging scorching.
My fingers rammed inside her while I munched and teased
her clit, sucking hard. She shuffled her bottom from side to side and moaned
sweetly.
I pulled away for air. “God you taste…”
She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face harder
into her pussy, forcing me to keep devouring her. Hell, I wouldn’t stop even if
someone was willing to pay millions.
I relished her honeycomb, wanting more, so much more. I
craved for her to ride my dick, sink it deep into her hot pussy. She could ride
me the night out.
Suddenly her thigh muscles contracted. I knew what was
coming. I carried on torturing her clit, playing musical notes, playing our own
little song. I fucked her nerve endings. My dick bulged, seeping at the tip.
“Oh princess,” I munched, flicking and circling knowing she
was close, so close.
The door to the room swung open.
“Piero, Erin is here and flipping out man.” I heard Mark.
I pulled myself from the fruits and turned to see Mark,
fretful at the door.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I chanted.
I turned my attention back to the princess seeing her
glistering pussy, so close and burning though my tease.
“No. He’s mega pissed off.”
I gazed into the dark haired beauties eyes, fuming that I
hadn’t brought her to ecstasy. I tightened my fists not appreciating the
interruption at all.
“Close the door and pretend you cannot find me.”
Mark stepped back out the room. “Shit Piero, he is here.”
“Where is the prick?”
Crap I was in for
it.
I gave the princess a corner smile when she slammed her
legs shut and sat up.
“Piero, where the fuck is he…” the door blasted open and
there in the doorway was Erin, with a face like thunder.
“Erin,” I said surprised.
“Don’t give me fucking Erin…get the girl out,” he
commanded Mark.
Mark came towards her as she rose and we gazed into one
another’s eyes. Her disappointment was very apparent.
“Can she not stay?” I gave a plea to Erin.
“No she cannot, get her out of here, now!”
“Visit again.” I called out after her.
“No, she frigging well will not, and neither will any of
the others. Get her out of here,” Erin shouted at Mark.
I wiped my mouth of the woman’s juices tasting her on my
fingers eager to follow that sexy ass and give her a night to remember, only,
that wasn’t possible now. By the time Erin had finished with me the place would
be clear and I’d be left wishing I’d approached the night differently.
Mark came and got the curly, delicious woman, as she held
her head down covering her face with her hand, possibly ashamed to have been
caught in such an intimate position. I watched her leave the room. Out of my
sights and out of my fucking life. My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach. I
had to give chase, get her back. I rushed to the door but Erin grabbed my arm.
“Don’t think about it.”
“But.”
Erin gave me the scowl.
“No, Piero…I warned you.”
I attempted to pull my arm from him only to fight this
man was not an option, he held the cards.
“Me and you are having serous fucking words. This place
had better not have a thing out of place or so help you…I will come down on you
like a tonne of bricks,” Erin said, pointing his finger in my direction. “And
stop thinking of your dick…and get rid of that thing, you look desperate.” Erin
said, referring to my erection. He turned and left the room.
“Come on Erin…just her…please…”
“Why, why her, isn’t she the same as the others you’ve
screwed?”
I glared deep into his eyes. He had a fair point, only
this woman…she drowned me in something new. She was like the frigging scent
that I had been searching for, the combination of deep fusions weaved together
in soul.
Erin released me and without hesitation I gave chase. I
ran down the corridor to the main front door as guests were being cleared out,
some still getting dressed and others were lathered in oil and potions.
Out the front door I ran through the pouring rain. I
jumped most of the steps and headed into the car park to try and find her, but
the lighting was crap, the rain obscured my vision, and I had no idea what car
I was even looking for. She was gone.
I stood still, allowing the water to cascade over me,
regretting Erin arriving back when he did.
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