Undressed

  “My darling, your cock tastes so good, yeah, my darling, mmm.” On her knees, Jemma gave him a blow job. Lex recognized her by her sable waist-length tresses and red nails. She glided up and down his brimming shaft. Jemma made sucking and slurping sounds. As she increased, her mouth’s noises began growing louder. Sounds started to pop. She was sucking him off as if her life depended on it. She was possessed. Head spinning and hair flying, she rotated her neck clockwise then counterclockwise. Jemma pulled her head back and ran her tongue up his shaft, lubing his cock. It appeared as a wet spear lubed to fuck the universe.

  Jesus, girl. Lex stepped in closer, going to the corner wall. They didn’t see her from where they faced. But she saw them.

  Lex’s scalp itched. She’d never watched someone have sex before—in person.

  “Look how hard you made my dick, Jemma,” Luigi said huskily, his cock swelling by the second. Eyes closed in what Lex concluded as pure rapture, Luigi arched his feet to Jemma’s actions. He palmed her head as a basketball. “Shit, Jemmy, uh damn, baby girl, Ohh fuck, goddamn, suck it, suck, suck it. You're going to make me come.”

  Lex adored Jemma’s ability to take Luigi in her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth, worshipping her lover.

  “You want me to fuck you, Jem Jem?” Lugi asked, holding Jemma’s head back.

  “Sì, darling.”

  “Beg for my cock, baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.”

  “Fuck me, my darling.”

  “You want me to split you wide.”

  Jemma nodded in agreement.

  “Come up and ride me, baby.” Luigi leaned down. His palm slipped between her legs embracing her clit. “You gonna spread for me?”

  “My darling, we do whatever Daddy wants.” Jemma rose and placed herself in her master’s lap. “You gonna spread your pussy for me? Bag my cock, Jemmy,” He reached for a condom from a nearby table.

  “I haven’t been fucked since yesterday, sì? I want you to fuuuuuuk me.” Jemma tore the wrapper and rolled the rubber over his shaft. Jemma moaned as she held herself up by his shoulder. “Ohh yeah, let me get on your cock, Daddy.” She inched his cock inside her, straddling him. “Hello handsome.” She began to ride him like something from the wild.

  His nut sac bounced with a violent spring as she picked up speed.

  Lex saw his cock swelling with each stride as it gunned from Jemma’s pussy.

  Masi. Starved for sex, Lex swallowed whatever moisture was in her mouth and imagined Massimo buried inside her—shattering her pussy. The idea intoxicated her.

  “Damn your fucking cunt, hot.” Luigi pounded. A feeding frenzy over Jemma’s breasts ensued as Luigi sat upright and grabbed on to her distended nipples. He sucked one then shouted, “Ti amo!”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stepping in even farther, Lex lolled her body against the wall. She wished Massimo was with her. Massimo could do whatever he desired.

  I’ll rub. Lex rubbed herself hard over her clothing. I want to touch myself. She looked around to make sure she was unnoticed. She ducked into the corner away from their sight but still very much able to see. Lex pulled her dress up and yanked her thong down, touching her pussy. Rubbing her fingers over her cunt, her panties already wet. Thoughts about being in Massimo’s arms earlier on the sofa filled her mind. Starved and crazy for his cock, she desired to have Massimo inside her. His words replayed in her mind, “I want to watch you touch yourself. Touch yourself for me, bella.”

  Yes, yes, Masi. Without a second thought, she’d licked her ring and middle fingers and slipped her hands under her ivory satin and played with herself as Massimo instructed. She concentrated on watching Luigi as he continued to thrust inside Jemma.

  The attentiveness he displayed for her amplified his admiration for his lover. He held her face, and he kissed her with a sweet gesture, holding on to her with no obvious desire to let her go.

  I want this. Fuck me, I want Massimo.

  “Let’s go, Luigi, my darling.” Riding up fast on his cock, Jemma went back down on Luigi’s dick teasing him.

  Thap, thap, thap.

  A blatant slapping sound from flesh upon flesh lubricated by their perspiration echoed in the room—harmony they’d reached their groove.

  “Luigi gimme, darling gimme. Get up in my pussy,” Jemma responded with a scream, shaking Lex to her core. “Fill me up, come on.”

  Lex felt as if she was watching a movie, unsure what was to come next but thrilled to find out. And nervous she’d get caught looking. If they stood up, she’d be busted.

  I want to be Jemma. Lex continued to rub her clit, replaying Massimo’s voice in her head. “Wet suede is how your cunt will feel hugging my cock—when I am inside you.” She wondered if she’d scream as Jemma did if Massimo’s cock filled her.

  On the opposite love seat about two feet away from Luigi and Jemma, a man’s head came up.

  Ahh! Lex froze, uncertain who it was. She held her breath. Is it Massimo?

  Time stood still as her peripheral vision blurred. Who are you?

  He moved himself closer to the seat’s edge.

  The man stood. Tall, muscular, hung…it was…Rocco.

  Thank you, Jesus!

  Relief washed over her, knowing Massimo’s hung cock was locked and loaded for safe keeping. But her relief dissipated, replaced with curiosity. Rocco was in his birthday suit, tailored to sheer perfection. Indeed, he looked hotter, stripped from his Prada uniform.

  “Ready?” Rocco stroked his massive dick, coming closer to Luigi and Jemma.

  Lex’s excitement released down her legs. I can’t turn away.

  Rocco walked behind to where Luigi sat. He didn’t look up. If he did, he might’ve seen Lex. Instead he leaned over Luigi and faced Jemma. He rubbed his hands up and down Luigi’s worked-out chest.

  “Kiss ’em, kiss ’em, kiss ’em,” Jemma shouted as she rode Luigi.

  What are they going to do? Lex stood on her toes, catching a better show.

  “Amico, my buddy.” Rocco flicked Luigi’s quarter size nipples and then tugged on each one.

  “Gimme your cock,” Luigi demanded.

  Man love.

  Rocco leaned forward, kissed Jemma on the lips, then turned his face into Luigi’s and frenched him deep.

  Tongues clashing, licking, a perfect tongue dance, Luigi and Rocco whispered words to one another. It was intense—two Italian men, an alpha enjoying the oomph from his omega.

  “Suck my dick.” Jutting his cock forward, Rocco stepped back next to Jemma, giving Luigi enough room to face him.

  “My two men are so hot.” Jemma slowed her riding speed down.

  “Suck it.” Rocco spit in Luigi’s mouth then on his own cock, providing lubrication.

  Luigi slid Rocco’s cock into his mouth.

  Lex gasped and covered her trembling lips hard, slapping her mouth to keep quiet. She’d die if she got caught spying. My gay peeps in NYC will love to hear about this one.

  Grunting with bliss, Rocco thrust his dick in two shakes down Luigi’s ample throat as Jemma rode Luigi. Three bodies entangled as one.

  “I love my darlings!” Jemma leaned forward, holding on to Rocco’s balls, hungry for oral action. She licked his thick, veiny shaft while Luigi sucked on Rocco’s swollen mushroom head.

  Rocco snatched his cock from Luigi’s mouth. Precum illuminated his skin against the candlelight.

  “Hot bro, yeah.” Tears glistened on Luigi’s handsome face. Rocco wiped them away, knowing his girth caused Luigi to gag several times over. He walked behind Jemma, leaving Luigi to return to paying attention to her breasts while she continued to ride his cock.

  Unwrapping a condom from the nightstand, Rocco covered his cock. He grabbed a bottle next to him on the coffee table and squirted the clear liquid, decorating his shaft.

  Lex questioned if Luigi and Rocco might switch places.

  Rocco’s two fingers slid into Jemma’s ass as he walked up behind her. She leaned back against his heaving torso for support
. Her body went from tense to limp.

  “Ohhh yes, my darlings, my darlings, Ohhh,” Jemma screamed in ecstasy. She bit down on Luigi’s shoulder from intense pleasure—a cock on her clit from Luigi and Rocco’s fingers in her ass. Was Rocco going to fuck her pussy or ass?

  In fucking credible.

  Squatting down, Rocco kissed her lower back. It was as if someone let out butterflies to tickle her. He then buried his tongue in Jemma’s crack. “Sweet ass, Jemma.” Rocco tongue fucked her ass as she looked back in euphoria encouraging him to continue.

  “Yes, yes, my darlings.” Jemma pulled on his thick black curls, shoving his gorgeous face farther into her backside.

  Rocco’s tongue went in and out from her derriere, opening it up for more pleasure.

  Backdoor able

  “This is going to be tight, sì?” Rocco pulled his face back, stood, and held on to his cock, aiming it to where his tongue had licked moments ago. He pressed his dick’s head against the tiny crack, opening Jemma’s crevice.

  Realizing his partner wanted a piece, Luigi slowed down his pumping rhythm. Jemma let out the loudest scream.

  “Jemmy Jem.” Luigi silenced her with his lips upon hers.

  Lex’s clit burned as she continued to play with herself. Pretending it was happening to her. She closed her eyes for a second and repeated Massimo’s words—“I want to feel you. I want to touch you.”

  A loud cry erupted in Lex’s ears. It was Jemma.

  She opened her eyes, watching as Rocco picked up more speed on Jemma, thrusting behind her. He supported her back, holding her tush up with his hands while he prodded it at the same time. His ass cheeks were covered in sweat and his nuts slapped against her ass as he shoved his cock in and out.

  Luigi’s dick pumped her pussy in unison with Rocco’s thrusts in her ass. The two studs worked up a harmonious movement, blending their aggression to fuck together.

  Cradling herself on Luigi’s cock Jemma’s entire body fitted into spasms. Luigi and Rocco both supported Jemma‘s body when she came.

  Watching another woman orgasm was wicked and fantastic for Lex. She touched herself, imagining she was in Jemma’s place, sparks soaring, smoke brewing and heat erupting.

  “My, my my daaaaaarlings.” Jemma arched her back and held on to her own tits, sitting up on Luigi’s cock as pussy cream erupted. She shrieked.

  Gliding himself up from her ass, Rocco yanked the Trojan. He lifted Jemma from Luigi’s lap and brought her to her feet. After kissing her, he then guided her facedown. “I’m gonna come.” Every gesture touched on utmost care and respect for Jemma. She was the center to their universe, their crown.

  “Coming, I’m coming.” Pearl liquid shot over Jemma’s bosom as Luigi stood and tore off his rubber.

  “Hmm hmm.” Jemma’s tits glistened.

  He jacked his final squirt as she tugged on his nut sac for acclaim.

  Rocco shot off. Ejaculating more dramatically than Luigi, he grabbed on to Luigi’s shoulders and kissed him. He then shoved him to the floor with Jemma as he squirted his load over Luigi’s chest.

  Luigi’s pecs were loaded in Rocco’s sperm.

  The three together radiated Renaissance art animated to life.

  As they each came and reached their climax, Lex remembered Massimo’s final instruction for her—“Come for me, Lex. I want to see you come.”

  Her legs stiffened as she spread her knees apart. Lex’s left hand caressed her breasts while her right hand plowed her pussy. Pretending all along it was Massimo who’d brought her to her knees. Masi, take me. At first she’d been quiet, thinking about Massimo’s uncut cock sliding inside her. Her orgasm had stirred in the privacy afforded to her. She’d bit her lip. As Lex climaxed, she thought about Massimo’s holding her down while his thick girth filled her. She grinded her teeth together then licked in a frantic tongue twitch over her lips. Fill my cunt, baby. She rubbed her clit, fap, fap, fap.

  Milan’s mansion as the current location escaped her.

  But as she began to tremble and whimper, she grew louder.

  Lex squeezed her eyes shut and desires about Massimo became conscious. She made a soft noise, a moan, and then yelped, “Ah, ha.” Her heated juice rubbed between her fingers as she picked up speed.

  She pressed harder.

  She rubbed faster.

  She flicked her clit.

  “Ahahahahah!” Lex yelped louder. The orgasm wave increased. She clung to the wall for support as it crashed over her. She shot down her legs cupping herself to prevent a drip.

  “Bwahaha!” Rocco’s voice filled the space, bouncing off the walls and hardwood floor.

  Oh no…

  “Ha, ha, ha,” Luigi laughed.

  Oh no…Oh no…

  “Teehee.” Jemma giggles followed Luigi’s who came a second after Rocco’s laughter, adding a humiliation layer one after another Lex didn’t anticipate.

  Oh no…Oh no… Oh no…

  Pulling down her sundress, she opened her eyes wide to see those three gaping at her as if she were Plato’s stepchild. “Hem, ahem.” She cleared her throat. Lex wished she was Captain Kirk stuck on Platonius and not in Milan. She’d say, “Beam me up, Scotty,” to Montgomery Scott and she’d be hologramed into an invisible Earthling. One who transported from this room.

  Mortified, she ran out the doorway. She fled to her quarters and slammed the door, hearing them laugh as she went, happy at least to hear they found her voyeurism amusing.

  How could she face Jemma tonight at The Fashion Ball? For a nanosecond her mind wondered what might have happened if she’d stayed in the room with them.

  * * * * *

  Lex collected herself in her room.

  “Woof, woof, woof!” Dogs barked in the back.

  Huh? She went to the rear window to see Massimo.

  He opened the gate, letting the Cane Corso dogs Rocco called earlier—Nicolo, Nino and Noe—into the yard. She’d never heard or seen the breed until today. Each had a sturdy build and authoritative muscles, and the dogs’ fur shined in varying fawn shades. Beautiful.

  Rocco mentioned Massimo kept them as guard dogs appointed to protect the Milan mansion from intruders. Maybe they gave him great companionship.

  Massimo waved up at her from the lawn and then he went inside to get ready. She doubted he knew what went on in these bedrooms.

  Turning her attention to getting dressed, she glimpsed at herself in the mirror. Aquae Calidae Spa had done wonders, bewitching talents, sheer and utter magic. The body wrap helped her drop two inches from her waist—the beauty therapist even measured it. Her hair was highlighted. She’d sprayed a glitter glaze over each lock. The stylist called it a delicious mix between toasted coconut and crème brulee. Her eyelids were painted in a quinary array—pearl, gunmetal, pink, midnight blue and plum. And the false eyelashes gave a pop. She didn’t remember a time possessing as much confidence as she did this second in Milan. I look as good as I feel.

  On the bed, she found a zippered nylon bag containing a dress with a card. It read, “Lex, this gown is yours to keep. Do with it as you see fit. Jemma.” Nice. Lex figured she’d take the dress back knowing she’d three-way spied. She felt horrible. Holding the garment bag up to the window, she unzipped the wrapper. Red layers spilled out.

  “I can’t wear this,” she declared aloud. It’s bold. I’ve never worn red. Beaded from top to bottom, the gown featured a crossover bodice with a diamond encrusted buckle at the waist. The shoulder strap crossed the open back, while the long figure-hugging sheath fell to the floor. A slit ran up the right side. It was conservative yet grand fashion.

  Two black felt shoe and jewelry boxes had been laid out. A call tag embossed with the royal family crest on one side, the other read, “Tittoni Sicuro #0318”, which told her they’d been loaned from the family safe.

  She opened the long square package. Lucent stardust gleamed at her. She held one up to the light. Christian Louboutin was no match for these stilettos.

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nbsp; The footwear’s weight and craftsmanship led her to assume a goldsmith, one who also understood gemology, had created them. Each heel was encrusted with what she estimated was well over two thousand individual sparkling white gems. Lex thought they might be white sapphires.

  Lex stepped into the dress. “How can anyone wear this?” she muttered. The dress ran as long as an American bridal gown, in a candy apple red covered in sparkles. It required some Easton TLC. Jemma’s note stated she may do whatever she wished. Going to her bag, she pulled out her scissors and began cutting.

  Chapter Nine

  Vajayjay Factor via Valentino

  “Andiamo, Lex.” Massimo shouted up the banister, realizing Luigi and Jemma had already left in another limo. “Hurry up!”

  “Coming,” responded a shaky voice from upstairs.

  Massimo paced the foyer. His black tuxedo, with a notched satin collar and one-button front, stretched tight across his shoulders, the effect coming from weight lifting at the gym. He pulled out his handkerchief from his side pocket to wipe his palms. Nervous? They’d miss the red carpet if they didn’t leave soon.

  Having his photo taken with the celebrated Lex Easton would help his new collection soar. The prince understood the PR machine better than anyone. Motivated buyers became the objective. The social press had become alerted by Lex’s arrival in Milan this morning. Lex generated buzz online as early as this morning.

  The guest bedroom door closed. High heels clacked against the marble, growing louder as she came closer.

  He looked up the winding banister to see a ruby glimmer floating down the stairs.

  “Oh Mio Dio.”

  First he noticed her long legs ending in bespoke stilettos. High heels turned him on, but this he’d never seen. And he sure as hell didn’t plan to tell her how much the footwear cost—over six figures, to be exact. The modest slit up the side of the dress made his eye race straight toward her breasts and then to her face. She didn’t reveal much skin. Nevertheless, Lex exuded a timeless essence and didn’t rely on plunging necklines. “Wow. You look—”

  Lex’s gown cascaded to the floor as she walked. Beauty on high came at him at once. A transformation he didn’t expect. Blonde locks framed her face. How did I refuse such bellezza earlier?