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A Kept Woman's Lust: Part 1

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A Kept Woman's Lust: Part 1.
Diane always wants more. And more.
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I've always loved sex, right

from the beginning. Like a lot of other girls, I'm sure, I started
with a neighbor boy. I mean, they're the ones that are convenient
when you're at the age you decide you really, really need to find out
what it's all about. And you know them so you can trust them. Because
it's all a little scary at first. Anyway, Alex was two years older,
very quiet and shy. I'm sure it was me and not him that led us
through every step. We did it all, from showing each other our
privates to touching to oral to actually fucking. I think I knew the
moment I saw his erection that I wanted it, wanted to taste it,
wanted to feel it inside me. I had looked at lots of porn.

We actually got very good at

it, both loving it all a lot. Naked, spending hours doing everything
we could; other times finding an odd moment around the corner when we
could have a quickie. As shy and quiet as he was and is, I'm sure our
having sex helped Alex a lot later when he was at college.

I got to the point I needed

even more and added a second guy, without Alex ever knowing. I would
have sex with one of them, and then a few hours later with the other.
And I never stopped. I've had lots and lots of sex and have loved it
all. I tried to keep from being too sluttish even though I realize
that I am a slut. I would generally have one, sometimes two,
occasionally even three, guys that I was having sex with and would
stay with each of them them for a while. I didn't go pick up guys in
bars for one nighters and don't think I ever got a bad reputation for
being too sexually active, even though I was.

Fortunately, I inherited good

genes. I'm attractive. Great body. Tits a little too big for the rest
of me, good ass, nice legs, small waist. Pretty enough face, maybe
cute would be more honest. I was really blond as a kid, almost white
haired, and slowly darkened some over the years until I'm still
blond, sort of sun streaked blond, but with a little help nowadays. I
keep my pussy shaved so nobody can tell.

Unfortunately, academics was

never my strong suit. So I never went to college. Have had to work to
earn a living. Was a waitress but moved into retail sales, clerking
in a store. I manage to make good enough money to support me. I'm
better at getting men to buy than women. I suspect that many of them
would love to buy me but instead I have them settle for what I sell
them. Eventually I became the top sales clerk at a high-end men's
clothing store.

Which is how I met Tony. He

wanted me and not what I was selling. Oh, he bought stuff, but really
wanted me. He's very attractive, very manly. Tall, dark and handsome,
the old cliché. With more money that he knows what to do with.
I'm fairly sure it's illegal but I don't dig into all that. He
finally got me. For a weekend first. But now, I've lived with him for
about three months. A kept woman. I know it's not smart. He's married
with children so this won't last forever. But he is so very, very
good in bed and is almost insatiable and can get it up over and over,
which means he actually meets my huge needs. And he can afford
absolutely anything. I live like a princess. Admittedly, it's a
little like the princess locked away in a tower. I don't have a life
anymore except fucking Tony and being spoiled rotten. I read a lot.
And that reading is starting to get to me.

We're now in Italy. In a

truly grand hotel. Rome. We're here because it all has something to
do with Tony's business. I've red travel books about Italy. About all
kinds of places but since we're in Italy, Italy is what I think of. I
really want to visit a lot of the places I've red about. I can visit
the ones just blocks away. The Vatican, Trevi fountain and so on, and
I have. But there's a lot more out there and Tony doesn't want me
wandering off very far. Protecting me, probably, but stifling me
actually. I'm definitely getting a little itchy about killing time
all day waiting for him to come home and fuck me. I need something to
do. Back in LA I had a lot of friends and I worked until a couple
months ago, it wasn't a problem. But here, I'm beginning to realize
the down side of being a kept woman. Maybe it's all a mistake.

So I'm sitting at a little

table, among a bunch of other tables on what is sort of a very wide
sidewalk or colonnade in front of the hotel, having a coke. Just
killing time. This guy comes over and asks if he can sit at my table.
Asks in English so he must recognize me as American. Hitting one me,
most likely. I look at him. He's tall and pretty slim. Has on shorts,
boots, a wide brim hat and carries a backpack. Actually a very good
looking guy and obviously in good shape. Looks like someone who's
hiking around. What the heck, I figure. Might make the afternoon more
pleasant.

"Sure," I say,

looking him up and down.

"You're a very pretty

girl," he says as he sits on the chair next to me. Accent of
some sort, not an American.

"Thanks," I reply.

"You look like someone backpacking around the country."

"Yes I am," he

says. "It's a great way to see the real countryside and how
people actually live."

"How long have you been

doing this?"

"Oh, I've done it most

vacations for several years. Have you ever done anything similar?"

I smile. "No, never

have. It might be interesting, though. How long are you doing it this
year, how much time do you still have?" I'm beginning to
remember a guy built like this that I was with for several months a
couple years ago. Tall and almost skinny but with a really great
cock, sort of long and skinny like his body. I bet this guy is like
that.

"Oh, I've just started,

got to Rome yesterday. I have four weeks off. From here, I think I'll
go to Naples, then Florence, then perhaps Venice. Have you ever
traveled in Italy?"

"No, my first time here.

I've been here just a few days. How do you travel? How much will a
month traveling cost you?"

"You're very nosy but

that's all right. I travel on public facilities, buses, trains,
subways. I stay in inexpensive pensiones, you know, rooms off the
main thoroughfares. I'm budgeting 3,000 Euros for my vacation. But
why do you want to know?"

"I'm not sure. I have

some ideas but I haven't thought them out. Do you travel alone?"

"At the moment, yes. But

I would be very happy to have someone share the experiences. A pretty
girl perhaps?"

I grin. Nothing bashful about

him. I don't think he realizes that the rooms I'm in with Tony
probably cost six or seven hundred Euros a day. With meals out in
good restaurants and hired limos, Tony might spend this guy's 3000
Euros in a day. "Is that an offer? I would probably help you run
through your Euros much quicker."

"Oh, I could spend more

if I had a good reason," he comes back with a dirty smile.

"You're trying to pick

me up, aren't you?"

"Well, you're very

attractive, so, yes, I guess I should admit it. Is there anything
wrong with that?

"I should tell you that

I'm not interested in any one night stands. I love sex. I don't want
to mislead you. But I prefer ongoing relationships. The sex is much
better that way, I think. For instance, from what you've said, a
month or more together could be pleasant and it could be horrible if
the two weren't compatible." I was getting a little horny. I was
also a little envious that he managed to do whatever he wanted and I
was sort of trapped.

His grin was even bigger and

dirtier. "Compatibility would be easy to establish, wouldn't it?
The afternoon is young and my room is only minutes away."

"You don't waste any

time, do you? Well, why not? I think I'm in the mood. Let's go. But
remember, I warned you. If you're as good as I hope, you may be stuck
with me for awhile."

I think he's surprised that

he's succeeded. I get up and then, he realizes what I've said and
jumps up and puts his hand on my waist to lead me away. I go along
with him. "I'm Diane," I tell him. "American. And
you?"

"Oscar, from Denmark."

"Oscar," I say out

loud. "I've never been with an Oscar. And maybe I should say
that I'm in Rome with someone and in a couple hours he'll be
returning so I don't have a whole lot of time right now"

"I'm realizing that

you're not exactly the simple but very attractive young girl I
thought I was meeting," he tells me, "You're much more
complicated and interesting."

We hiked up to what I would

call the third floor but here is the second because the ground floor
is not the first floor, the next one up is the first floor. Does that
make any sense? The room was minimal, double bed, window, chair,
chest of drawers, mirror, sink with hot and cold water. Apparently
the bathroom is down the hall. I'm a little out of breath from
climbing but Oscar certainly isn't because he pulls me to him and
kisses me. A really sexy kiss showing lots of promise.

As we break the kiss, I say,

"No use wasting time, let's get naked so we can get at each
other," and I start unbuttoning my blouse. Oscar is no slouch.
He actually gets out of his things faster than me -- boxer shorts, I
noted, not briefs.

"You are absolutely the

sexiest, best built, most attractive girl I've ever been with,"
he tells me and kisses me again, his hands running down my back and
pulling my ass close against him. I want to get in as much sex as I
can and I know I don't have a lot of time. I'll need to shower and
use the bidet when I get back and be ready for Tony to eat me almost
as soon as he sees me. I sure can't have him slurping out Oscar's
cum. I think that would upset him at the very least. I had got just a
glimpse of Oscar's cock before he held me tight and kissed me and it
looked to be what I expected, longer than usual. Now, I needed to
find out for sure. So when he finally stopped kissing me, I pretty
much just dropped down, sliding through his arms, onto my knees, so I
could get at his cock.

I've made use of more cocks

than I probably should have at my age. I'm 23 and I've looked up
close like this at maybe a dozen,well, maybe a few more than that.
And each one is a little different. They're all sexy as hell but some
are almost beautiful and some almost ugly. Long ones, short ones,
thick ones, clean and firm, some with veins almost popping out, some
with weird shaped heads that look almost too big for the shaft to
hold. I've red that size doesn't matter it's how you use it and I
agree to some extent. The guy with the smallest cock I've been with
was actually a very good lover, we lasted several months together.
But all other things being equal, bigger gives you different feelings
inside, more feelings. I also red where the average size is about six
inches. To get an average it would mean some are bigger than that and
some smaller. Well, all mine have been on white guys in Southern
California that are fairly well built otherwise and my experience
would say the average must be a little more than claimed. But then
I've never been with guys that are over all small or huge and I guess
cocks would sort of go along with overall size. Maybe that's why Walt
Chamberlain at over seven feet tall had so many females that wanted
to experience his cock. If it matched his overall size it would
probably be huge.

Well, any way, here's

Oscar's. As I expected, it's long, maybe as long as any I've had
before and maybe slightly longer. It's not unusually thick or fat but
it's thick enough. And it's not circumcised. This is only my second
not circumcised. So the head is sort of hiding inside it's hoodie or
whatever that's called. And it's not really all the way up yet. I
mean, it's half way there, standing out and not hanging. But as I
hold it and feel his balls with my other hand, it grows and gets more
and more firm and hard. I look up at him and tell him, "You have
a really great cock, Oscar." It's true but I have to admit I've
said that a number of times before. I kiss the end and turn my head
to lick along the side.

I'm never going to be able to

deep throat this. I've learned how and done it before but this thing
would go down my throat enough to hit that flap, whatever it's
called, that might aim it into my lungs. I'd suffocate. But let's
give it a whirl and see. I open my mouth wide enough and get the end
into my mouth. As it hardens, the head peeks out a little more. I
lick around the head and can push the foreskin with my tongue.
Interesting. I take more of it into my mouth and grasp the base with
my fingers. I start jerking him off a little with my fingers as I
slide my lips back and forth, keeping my tongue working on him. I've
always lover oral sex, love the whole feel of sucking a cock. I think
I could suck on one for hours. Well, maybe not, my jaw would probably
get tired.

The more I work on his cock,

the hotter I get. I move my hand from fondling his balls to reach
down between my legs and start playing with myself. I grip him as
tight as I can with my lips and work back and forth, also working him
with my fingers. So far, he's just standing there letting me do my
thing. Some guys start using their hips to try and fuck my mouth. I'm
glad he isn't because I'd just as soon do it the way I want. I want
to get his load, find out what it tastes like. I hope I love it. I
usually do, although I've had a couple that tasted odd. If the guy
stops me it usually means he wants to fuck me. And that's Okay. but
I'd rather he let me finish him because that always means that he'll
then eat me and I love that. He's starting to moan, make noises, his
hips are moving a little but not enough to be a bother. I work him
even faster and harder and then I can feel it. It always happens,
they actually seem to get even stiffer or bigger just before they
shoot. And, wow, does he shoot. Almost forces me off but I hold tight
with my lips and swallow. Then more and more. I swallow it all. I
almost wish he had lasted longer, I'd like to suck on him longer, but
I pull off some and then take him back in and lick him clean and pull
out any last drops, a couple passes and then I sit back and just look
at his cock. Big and red, the whole head showing now. I start to look
up at him but he reaches down and gets his hands under my arms and
lifts me up.

"You are the sexiest

woman in the world," Oscar almost growls at me, then hugs me
close and kisses me. My feet are off the floor, he's holding me up
against his body. Still holding me, he takes a couple steps and lays
us both down onto the bed. Still kissing me, his hands start all over
my body, feeling me, caressing me. He slides down some and gets his
hands and mouth to my tits, kisses both and sucks on one as he
fondles the other, his spare hand now down between my legs. Then he's
kissing down over my stomach, uses his hands to force my legs apart
and gets down between my legs and his face to my pussy. I think he's
trying to suck my whole pussy into his mouth. I've done this a lot
before and have never had anyone almost attack me like this.

I get my one leg up onto his

shoulder and let the other leg drop off to the side, I use my leg on
his shoulder to raise my ass enough so he can get his mouth to my
pussy even better. His tongue is moving all over me, from my ass hole
to my clit and back again, over and over. He slides a finger into me
and gets his lips on my clit. Fuck, I love this. So I tell him,
"Oscar, I love this." He doesn't even mumble a reply, just
keeps his attack going on. He gets another finger into me and starts
moving them, fast and hard, fucking me with his fingers as he almost
chews on my clit. I'm going to cum, I can feel it building. I hope
he's had enough time to get hard again because I want him in me.

I'm cumming. It's fantastic,

feels so great, but I know I'm getting all over his face. "Fuck
me, Oscar," I can tell I'm almost yelling. He's up over me now
and I can feel that cock of his starting into me. Fuck, this is
perfect, just what I want. He's in me, filling me. I love that cock
of his. "More," I almost scream. "Harder. Faster."
That's what he does. He's pounding into me. All I can see is his
chest but I can feel his whole body slamming into me, fucking me. It
goes on and on. I cum again and he continues to pound into me. It's
perfect, I've never felt better in my life. And then he's cumming. I
can feel it shooting inside me.

He's out of me, to my side,

kissing me, running his hands over me. "You are the sexiest
woman in the world," he tells me again as he continues to kiss
me and feel my body. He puts his arms around me and pulls me close
against him. I push with my legs and roll us a little so that I'm
laying on top of him. I kiss him and he holds my ass with one hand
and my upper back with the other.

"How long are you going

to be in Rome?" I ask, looking down at his face.

"I was going to be here

four or five days, seeing everything I wanted. But I can stay
longer."

"No, there's no need for

that. Where after Rome?"

"Well, I'm down here so

I might as well go further South to Naples."

"Why Naples?"

"Well, a long time ago,

when Italy wasn't Italy but a bunch of separate little states or
countries, Naples was the richest and most important of all. There's
a lot to see there. And then there's Pompeii and Herculaneum nearby
and it's also easy to move down to Sorrento and Positano and the Isle
of Capri, all beautiful."

"But isn't Naples poor

now?"

"Yes, I guess it is.

It's pretty much run by organized crime. And no place run by crime
mobs ever does very well, the criminals siphon off everything. I
mean, nobody can build up a good business and profit from it because
the mob takes its share. And if the mob takes over, they can't run a
straight business, they've got to cut corners so they never do too
well. In fact, Sicily is a lot like that, too. In fact a lot of italy
is messed up by corruption. But there's still so much beauty here.
You'd love Positano, it's lovely."

"Yeah, I think I would.

I've red a lot about the, what is it, the Amalfi coast."

All the time we're talking,

I'm using one hand to play with his cock, trying to get him up again.
And I like t

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