My gaze wandered over the terrace. The snow-white columns offered a wonderful contrast to the deep red roses that entwined them, the blue of the horizon completed the scene. It was early afternoon in Mallorca, one of our residences. I took a sip of my coffee and closed my eyes with pleasure. I was doing well, I belonged to high society, even if the circles I moved in had nothing to do with the stars of Hollywood. And yet my husband Vitali and I were respected and recognized. We had no problems, enough money not to know what to spend it on, and we enjoyed life. I had just turned 28, Vitali was already 50. We had known each other since I was 19, I fell head over heels in love with the strong, muscular and charismatic Russian of the world when he hired me for a job.
My business had already made me known beyond the borders of Germany when I was just 18 years old, and I enjoyed the power I had over the men and women in my little world. I was content thinking about the stories of my business relationships, smiling and watching the waves far below me breaking with a loud roar on the rocks of the bay above which our villa was situated. A quiet groan tore me out of my thoughts and I glanced up at the small balcony behind me, the doors of which were wide open. He was taking them, I knew that. He needed confirmation of his masculinity every day and I accepted that. Knowing that his love belonged to me, I didn’t mind that strange women came and went. Today it was a small brunette, just of legal age, very pretty to look at.
Her long curls fell just above her narrow shoulders, her face tanned by the Majorcan sun, her figure toned. And so sweet, so naive. But the fire in her eyes was unmistakable; she was a cunning little slut. Kay, this is Michele, that’s how Vitali had introduced the little German girl to me, while his hand lovingly stroked her ass. Michele had smiled radiantly and nodded almost girlishly, murmuring a quiet greeting. Michele, Vitali continued, this is my wife Kay. I saw the surprise in her eyes; she seemed embarrassed and looked down in shame. It’s fine, love, I tried to calm her down, reached under her chin with two fingers and gently lifted her face. She let it happen and looked uncertainly into my eyes. Don’t worry, everything is fine.
Enjoy the afternoon, darling, and make yourself at home. I made an inviting gesture with my hand, then gave Vitali a quick kiss on the mouth and let him know that I was going to soak up some sun on the terrace. He nodded and said that he and Michele would withdraw. I knew what that meant. He did it almost every day, sometimes several times a day. And he wanted Michele for himself, otherwise he wouldn’t have used the word withdraw, but would have let me know that he wanted me there. I granted him the time alone with the young thing and so I sat on the terrace. The moaning had turned into loud panting, Michele was obviously doing a good job, because otherwise Vitali was more of a quiet fuck partner. Only when a woman really put in the effort did he let his pleasure be known in the form of loud moaning and panting.
Now I heard Michele’s high voice, she moaned her horniness loudly, begging Vitali to fuck her deep and hard. As I had suspected: the little girl had fire, at first glance you wouldn’t have guessed that behind her. I got up and went to a lounge chair made of fine rattan, sat down on it and listened to my husband fucking his little playmate. A suppressed scream from the girl let me know that he had come to an end. And I was right, just a few minutes later he was next to me, just as God had created him. Sweat glistened on his forehead and he looked down at me with a smile. I loved that smile, warm but hard and a little mocking at the same time. He knew that I would do anything for him when he looked at me like that. And he didn’t have to say anything.
I sat up on the lounger, leaning towards him and opening my mouth as he guided his flaccid member into my mouth. That’s good, my darling. You know exactly what I need, he murmured, putting his hand on my head. Taste her juice on my cock, little deepthroat whore. You love that and you need that. And I tasted the sweet juice of lust on his penis, sucked on it with relish, my tongue circling his glans and tasting the drops of his horniness. I moaned with pleasure, he loved that so much. Slowly he began to circle his hips and I noticed his excitement growing in my mouth. His member became hard within seconds and I had trouble breathing as it grew to its full size. Vitali, I’m finished. Shall we go? Or did you… Oh…
The young woman’s naive flow of words stopped when she noticed me blowing Vitali’s cock. I had my eyes half closed and was sucking his rock-hard cock thoughtfully as she came down the stairs to the terrace in her short shorts and girlish tank top. Vitali reached out his hand to her. Come here, Michele. Kiss me. She obeyed. There were few women who could resist his deep baritone. While I sucked and moaned, she lay in his right arm, he bent down to her and kissed her passionately. She moaned with delight and was reluctant to let go of him when he pushed her away. Have yourself a drink over there, he nodded towards the small marble bar. Kay will be finished soon and then we’ll go to town, my little one. She obeyed again, I heard glasses clinking as I sucked and smacked Vitali’s glans.
Then a chair was moved. She was probably watching us, then Vitali grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth hard. I’m afraid I have to hurry this up, my love, he murmured with a smile, I promised Michele I’d buy her something nice. With each word he hammered his cock deep into my throat. Tears stood in my eyes, caused by the gag reflex that his huge cock was causing in my throat. Try a little harder, darling, suck my juices out. And swallow nicely, do you hear? Then I’ll fuck you hard tonight, I promise. The prospect of finally getting his cock in my pussy again tonight spurred me on. Like a possessed person, I began to suck his cock, opening my tear-filled eyes and looking up at him.
He lovingly wiped away the tears with his thumb, but he still fucked me hard in the mouth. Suck it, little bitch. You can do better than that. Get what you need, little slut. He whispered each word through clenched teeth and backed it up with violent thrusts. And then he started to pant, his movements became more hectic, I felt the cock twitch in my mouth and the next moment he squirted a gush of his cum into my hungry mouth. I enjoyed the moment when I felt his juice and immediately began to swallow so as not to waste a drop. And as I swallowed, I looked up at him gratefully. He smiled his patronizing smile and patted my head as if I were a dog. That’s good, his Russian accent still turned me on after all these years. You did well, little one.
He lingered inside me for a moment, then pulled his cock out of me and looked down at me. Relax and clean yourself up nice and clean. I don’t want to see you here with your clothes on tonight. When I come back, you won’t have anything on, you’ll be clean-shaven and your pussy will be ready for my cock. Get yourself wet, but without coming, understood? I nodded and smiled lovingly at him. Of course you understood that, once you’ve learned it stays deeply ingrained in you, don’t you, my little deepthroat whore? Yes, I was a whore, a love story. And that’s how we met. He had hired me for a job, for his boss and his business partner. While Vitali left the terrace, lovingly embracing Michele, my thoughts wandered back to the past, to the times when I earned my money.
