The Italian Affair

Feeling the man’s constrain begin to penetrate within her, Arabella took one sly step towards her tempting destiny.

“Yes, there we go my lover…” he exclaimed with a smile as he grasped her hand and gently pulled her along into his room.

As Arabella entered, she could feel his dominance surround her immediately. The walls were a dark provocative red, there were no windows, the lighting was dimly lit by candles, and the large black bed looked ready to devour her. Despite this, she liked the feel of being his slut, and submissively allowed him to lead her to the black mass of pillows and blankets.

Now standing near the bed, Arabella felt a strong push suddenly jerk her face down into the soft sea of blankets. She looked behind her to see Uri situating himself. He dropped to his knees and clenched her ass cheeks in his firm grip, a low guttural sound permeated from within.

Having never felt a man’s lust-driven touch, Arabella winced as a shock of pleasure rippled through her. He pulled her white panties tight, making her ass bulge through the fabric. Hungrily, he began licking the valley between her cheeks, delving his tongue in deeply. He then moved south and began to plod at her clit.

“Oh…” Arabella moaned zestfully.

“Oh! Mr. Uri…” she suddenly cried out as he began to suckle her love button through her wet panties. Why couldn’t he just remove her panties already?

Upon resurfacing, Arabella looked back at her skilled lover, her eye catching his. Almost as if to restate his dominance, he then smacked her ass very hard. She winced at the bittersweet pain and pleasure of the smack.

“Arabella...you’ve been a very bad girl,” Uri exclaimed slowly as he pressed his erection against the back of her thigh. A well of sexual pleasure blossomed inside her stomach at the touch. He then violently pulled down her panties, “A very bad girl.” Smack! This time Arabella winced more at the stinging pain of skin against skin.

“Tempting a grown man-” Smack!

“Into sin.” Smack!

“Such a bad girl,” Smack!

“cock slut!” Smack!

“Bitch!” Smack!

“Fucking whore!” He spat with a final smack before finally submitting to her womanly goods, smothering his face into her ass cheeks once more. Arabella reveled in the thought of being such a slutty whore as she provided the man with what he needed.

Anything for him, she thought in a trance, Anything to please him and his hard cock… He then quickly flipped her over and pushed her further onto the bed. He then climbed on top of her and lifted her skimpy gown over her head. Arabella had not been wearing a bra, she now felt completely vulnerable with her small tits exposed to him.

She whined as his strong hands cupped her miniature 34A breasts. A small moan escaped her lips when his tongue lasciviously lapped and suctioned her sensitive nipples.

“Mmmmm…” she groaned pleasurably, he then, to make the situation of dominance further pronounced, took her dress and tied her hands together above her head. Feeling satisfied, he stared down at his captured girl. Ready to fuck, he began to unbutton his trousers. As the baggy material fell to his knees, Arabella’s gaze fell upon the long, thick, veiny rod that at last revealed itself.

“Do you want my cock, Arabella? Mmmm baby? Do you want my dick?” He taunted as he brought his face closer to hers. “Do you want it?” he whispered before forcefully pressing his lips down on hers. Arabella struggled to breathe as he settled all of his heavy weight on top of her thin frame.

“Do you want to get fucked, mmm? Do you want to get your pussy pounded at eighteen? Mmmm baby? Is that what you want?” He jeered as his hips began to grind into hers. His cock slid rousingly in between her juicy pussy lips, causing her to whimper with pleasure.

Enticed by the sound of her vulnerability, he cupped her chin in one hand and led his cock to the entrance of her pussy with the other. Observing her countenance, he slowly began to push it in. Her jaw clenched as she tried to stifle a cry. With a final jolt, he sent his 7 inch cock through her tight pink fuck-hole.

“Oh!” Arabella cried as the pain of her stretched pussy clinched her. No longer wishing to hear her, Uri shoved his thumb into her mouth, “Suck it,” he demanded. A tear rolled down her temple as she obediently began to suck.

With his face buried in her neck, he began to move over her with hard, slow, hip thrusts. As he rousingly grunted in her ear, she began to feel her pain slowly dissipate; and a faint deep pleasurable throbbing begin to conquer. Wrenching and wriggling free out of his self made handcuffs, her small hand found the small of his back, and the other the back of his head. Uri looked up at the girl to find a molten lust-driven stare.

“Oh, Mr.Uri…” she moaned as small waves of ecstasy ran through her with every thrust of his hips.

“fuck me harder, Mr.Uri...faster...harder!” Upon the request, he kept his eyes secured on hers and began to pound her cunt more vigorously. The bed began to violently shake under the exertion of his powerful humping.

“Mmmmm...yeah!” Arabella shouted as his propelling dick began to stir up more ravishing waves inside her. His body moved over her like a wicked engine as his muscles flexed intensely over her. She knew he was beyond the point of stopping.

“Yes!...Yes!...Fuck!...Bitch! You sexy young bitch, fuck yes!” Uri gasped as he stroked her face in one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. Arabella was teething now as her orgasm neared. She lowered her hand from the small of his back to his ass. Feeling his rhythmic pulsating was enough to send her over the edge.

As her orgasm began to take hold, she probed her fingers deep into his ass crack. Feeling her body turn tense with amplified arousal via his dick, Uri began to kiss her cupped face.

“Mmm, poor baby...poor darling, did I fuck you too hard? Can you handle it sweetie?” He jested as she quivered beneath him. Warm juices from her orgasm soon encircled his cock and spilled down her ass.

“Oh, Mr.Uri!” Arabella moaned as a blithesome tear rolled down her temple.

“Oh Arabella, you’re going to take it...you going to take it sweetie, to the very end,” he panted.

“Oh, Mr. Uri...Oh God! Oh Mr. Uri!” She yelled out as his humping quickened due to his own near orgasm. A second climax overtook her as his balls slapped loudly against her cheeks.

“Oh! Mmmmm…!” She groaned as another fit of jovial arousal overtook her body. This time, as she clenched his ass cheek, Uri came as well. Arabella felt complete as his ropes of cum ejaculate inside her tight cunt.

“Arabella…” he groaned as he slowed his thrusting and lowered his face into her neck. He released her face from his touch and slowly lifted off of her. Arabella continued to lay motionless, entranced by her two orgasms. Noticing her paralysed delight, Uri stooped down and kissed her gently on the lips. Lured back to reality with his pleasant taste, she kissed her lover back.

“Is it wrong what we did?” she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“No darling, nothing wrong at all. Just don’t tell your father about us, okay ?”

“I won’t tell him,” she agreed.

“Good,” he replied, his face above hers. He finally stood and gathered his clothes.

“Belle, you’re going to clean this off for me, yes?” He asked referring to his cock.

“Yes!” Arabella exclaimed as she crawled from the bed. Eagerly, she began to lap up their combined love juices; Uri’s cock was her new best friend. She loved the taste, the smell, the size...the feel; she would do anything to get her mouth and pussy around his superb dick! Oh anything...She thought, I’d do anything to please him...anything so he’ll fuck me again.

“Darling?” he inquired staring down at her.

“Yes, Mr. Uri?” Arabella replied.

“I’d like to see you again after today. When do you think?” He asked casually. Staring up, Arabella nodded agreeingly.

“Tomorrow, Mr. Uri?” She asked hopeful.

“Yes Arabella, tomorrow. Come by for dinner...and dessert.”

“Yes, Mr. Uri,” she said as she licked the last bit of cum from his dick. Uri then dressed and handed Arabella her own clothing from the kitchen.

“Do you feel like a woman now?” Uri asked his young mistress.

“Yes, Mr. Uri, very much so.”

“Very good my bella regazza.”

The two embraced a last time before he finally sent her on her way. On her walk home, all Arabella could think about was Uri and the newly found pleasure he had showed her. Upon arriving home, Arabella glistened with a new spark.

“Arabella...I told you to be back by six, it’s six forty five.” Her father said disappointingly.

“I know father, I’m sorry, I won’t be late again. I’ve been requested to have dinner with a friend tomorrow though...could I perhaps stay ‘til eight?” Arabella’s father sensed the difference in the Arabella that had left and the one that returned.

“Sure…” he said hesitantly. It seemed crazy, but something in his gut seemed to say that his little girl was no longer an innocent virgin little girl, but an enlightened woman.