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A Kept Woman's Lust: Part 2

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Leaving Rome for Oscar and Denmark..
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Ever since my teens, when I

first saw the cock of Alex, my neighbor, as we learned about sex from
each other, I've been obsessed with them. It's like erect cocks are
something magical or something. I love looking at them, taking them
in my mouth and sucking on them, pulling cum out of them, just
feeling them, jerking them off, and, of course, feeling them moving
inside me. I think that down deep somewhere I want one for myself, I
envy guys having those terrific cocks. And, just as every cock is
unique to some extent, guys use them differently.

I'm always horny. I can be

wet enough to let a cock push into me in seconds after the idea of
fucking enters my mind. I'm usually sort of in a hurry. I don't want
to fool around, I want to grab that cock and swallow it, or get it in
my vagina. I'm not really into slowly building up to anything, I'm
ready now. Most guys are like me. They just want to fuck and the
sooner the better. Most guys also are intent on doing what they want,
not what the female wants.

Some guys, the smarter ones,

have learned that the sex comes out better overall if they make the
female happy, make the female desire them and not just be a cum
receptacle. I've even learned that, too, and purposely try and make
the guy feel good by telling him how sexy he is or what a great cock
he has. But I've never learned to tease and slowly build to a climax.
I'm always ready now. I've had guys who purposely tease and slowly
work towards climaxing. It isn't natural. I think some woman has
taught them to do that. I have to admit that when the climax finally
comes with them, it's a good one. But I've laid there with a guy
licking my clit, after I've already cum twice, almost yelling, "fuck
me, damn it, fuck me."

Oscar's a terrific lover. He

truly wants to satisfy me, wants to do whatever it is that I want him
to do. He's gentle. It's almost as if he thinks I'm some goddess and
my body is something sacred that he hopes I'll let him use. It's
nice. But he can also really bang into me full force when we get to
it and I'm telling him, "harder, faster." He's also very
healthy, in good shape, can get it up again fairly quickly. All in
all, a terrific guy to be with.

So, we never leave his room

until lunch time. A late lunch at that. We have paninis, which I
discover is basically a sandwich, this one ham and cheese that's been
heated in an oven, in a dinky little shop. It's delicious. I have a
bottle of water, Oscar has a beer. I'll drink a little on occasion
but not often. I prefer to remain sharp, feel what I feel and not
dull my senses. Then to the coliseum. We take a guided tour and
afterwards Oscar and I go into some of the areas that were beneath
the floor originally. Rooms where the gladiators lived, where wild
animals were stored. Then down the train another couple stops to the
Circus Maximus which today is disappointing, it's basically a big
field. Oscar told me about the wild chariot races they used to have.
He's a terrific guide, I like being with him.

Later, in almost twilight, we

wander through the old forum, now all ruins, and Oscar tells me all
of the things that used to happen there. Then dinner in another small
restaurant. Spaghetti carbonara, which I've never had before and
certainly will again, and a salad of tomatoes and cheese, Caprese, I
think it's called, that I'll also have again. I even have a glass of
red wine. Then back to the room for some sex. I'm more turned on to
Oscar than ever now. I can only hope he stays as horny as he is now
after he's fucked me forty or fifty times.

Nest morning, more sex. Then

the Spanish steps, at least a half dozen churches that are all
marvelous and I remain amazed how much Oscar knows. He says he's just
red a lot about Italy. After lunch back to the room for some more
sex. Dinner out and then the Opera. Outdoors in a huge old place,
used to be public baths. I've never been to an opera before.
Rigoletto this one is called. I have to admit that most of it went
over my head but I like it and the total experience is unbelievable.
It's sort of late when we get back so just a little sex but then a
little more in the morning.

I'll have to talk Oscar into

getting rooms with their own bathrooms from now on. That bath down
the hall is a problem, particularly with all the sex we're having and
my having to clean myself out so often. It does let us shower
together but a lot of the time there are other people in the bathroom
and that isn't conducive to having sex, at least for me. I never
thought of it before but I guess I'm a little more private than I
might have thought. I do know that I've had opportunities before for
group sex, several people involved, and I've always steered clear of
that. I love sex enough that I often have more than one guy on the
string but I experience them one at a time.

We have a couple more places

to see the next day and we get to the bank so I can get my ATM card
and be able to access money all over Italy. I let Oscar know that I'm
willing to share the costs of some things, like rooms with a bath, I
don't need to free load off him all the time. We'll see but from the
way he acts, I don't think I'll be spending much, he seems to want to
be my benefactor. So I'm back to being a kept woman again. Except I
don't get left in the room while he's out, we go out together. Lots
and lots of time together and for me, at least, I like him more the
more I'm with him.

Then by train to Naples. Old

city, lots of small streets bending around, easy to get lost. Visit
Pompeii, Oscar knows a lot about it all. Must have been horrible when
it happened and the whole town got buried in volcanic ash and lava.
On to Positano. Beautiful little town located where mountains meet
the sea so it's tiered way up the steep hill. Oscar is great to be
with. We have sex a lot. The more often I experience his cock the
more I love it. I think he'd almost prefer eating me to fucking me,
which is great. He then tells me that he'd like to change our
itinerary a little, spend some time at a romantic spot up in Tuscany.
I know nothing about all this so I agree. We go back to Rome on the
train and he surprises me and rents a car. A tiny little Fiat with a
gear shift. Apparently we're going some place that is hard to get to
on public transportation.

We drive most of the day. We

end up exactly where he planned. He learned about this place from
someone he knows and I guess he called from Positano and made
arrangements. It's a small complex of buildings, all stone. The owner
must have spent a lot of money converting old farm buildings and a
home into this. We have a room with bath. I would guess that there
must be five or six other rooms plus a separate house. Lots of land.
A beautiful swimming pool. Oscar suggested that we relax by taking a
swim, even though it's what I would consider to be dinner time. But,
it's still light and warm, so why not. I actually have a swim suit
with me. A red, minimal bikini.

As we start across the lawn

to the pool, Oscar tells me, "Diane, that bathing suit is so
sexy. I want to stop right here and attack you. I don't think you can
imagine how sexy you are."

"Oscar, if you want to

attack me, it's fine with me. Seeing you makes me feel like attacking
you, too. You're a very handsome guy. And I love your cock." He
pulls me to him and holds me tight and we kiss.

"Fuck," he says as

he breaks the kiss. He then turns and runs and dives into the pool so
I run after him and also dive in. I glide through the water and
surface and look around and don't see him. I feel something and look
down and he's got his face against my pussy, well actually against my
bathing suit, and he's trying to bite me a little, just with his
lips, not his teeth. I spread my legs to give him room and he
continues for a minute or so and then has to pop up to catch his
breath.

We're against the side in the

deep end of the pool. There are three kids, maybe six or seven years
old, in the shallow end. There are four or five adults sitting on
folding chairs around the side of the pool. Everyone is looking at
us. I smile at the closest people and say, "Hi." Both smile
back, one just nods but the man says "Hi," in return.
Oscar's smiling at them, too. He's facing me, his hands on the pool
coping on either side of me. "We're going to need to go back to
our room soon, I want you very, very much." he almost whispers
to me.

"I want you, too,"

I quietly answer, "Why don't we swim a couple laps and then go
back, just to let all these people know we meant to come to the
pool."

We stay there five days. It's

like a honeymoon probably should be. I love sex, can't get enough.
Well, I come as close to getting enough as I ever have. Maybe
actually more than enough. We come out to eat meals (although the
place supplies a breakfast, croissant and coffee, so we can stay in
all morning when we want) and to make quick day trips to Sienna and a
couple small hill towns.

In the morning, I wake up and

suck off his gorgeous cock and then he eats me and then we fuck. As
always, he eats me like he's hungry for me, giving me two orgasms and
we fuck in several positions because he lasts and lasts. It's
glorious. We take a shower which gets us both horny and we fuck
again. Then we go out and get a meal and a visit to some place and
come back and get naked on the bed and start over. We learn that the
other guests are sight seeing so the pool is all ours during the day.
The first time we're alone in the pool and Oscar starts trying to
much on my pussy, I pull my bottom off so he can get at me. When he
comes up for air, I push his trunks down so his cock is free and we
fuck in the pool, both of us vertical. When I go to reach for my
bikini bottoms on the side of the pool, he helps boost me up and I
sit there, bare bottomed, my legs in the water while he eats me. I
jump back in the pool after cumming and pull him to the shallow end
where I sit him on a step and 3/4 of his cock sticks up out of the
water and I get my mouth and hands on it and suck him until he's
almost ready to cum and then I get up against him and sit down on it
and we fuck until he cums.

We go back to the room to get

dressed but take the time to fuck again, then dress and go out and
eat something and come back to the room. Each day we do this. I must
have a dozen orgasms a day, often more, and he cums five or six
times. I doubt if it's possible for two people to have sex any more
often. Because if we could, we would. In between he sucks on my
nipples and feels me all over and I do the same to him. It's as good
a time as I've ever had in my life.

Then up to Florence where I

see the greatest art in the world, then on to Venice. There's no way
to describe Venice, it has to be experienced. We have sex all the
time. And then four weeks is up. Oscar has to go back to Denmark.

I learn he isn't Oscar.

That's how I would spell it. He's Oskar. Last name Sorensen. He wants
me to come with him to his home in Denmark. His apartment, actually.
I want to go because I want the sex to continue. I also realize, I
like being with him, want to continue being with him. So I agree to
go with him but let him know that I have to go back to the US. soon.
I'll need to see if I can get my old job back or else find a new job.
Since times are sort of tough, putting all that off for a little
while makes some sense. But I realize that all that thinking of mine
is a fake, I really just want us to continue the great sex.

His apartment in Copenhagen

is great! Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, bath. Very modern. Wood
floors, white walls, modern metal and black leather furniture, photos
with black frames on the walls. Roomy, lots of windows, lots of
light. Located on the top floor, which is the fifth floor, of a
fairly new building right down town. He walks to his job at the
museum. Our first day there we spend the entire time naked,
continuing our habit of feeling and holding each other and having sex
as often as possible. I love the feel and taste of his cock so I
usually suck him for as long as I think I can before switching and
having him fuck me until he cums. After the first couple times, he
lasts a long time before cumming so we manage to have him in me, in
one position or another, for literally hours. I don't think I've ever
really loved anything more.

Oskar has to go to work in

the morning so I set the alarm early enough for us to have sex before
he leaves. The clock is right next to me so when it goes off, I stop
it quickly and turn over to reach down and get at Oskar's lovely
cock. It's already up and ready. That must be the norm, for guys to
wake up erect because I've experienced it often before. I slide my
hand up and down, feeling it, as I move around to get my naked body
down where I can get my mouth to him. I kiss the head, lick it, then
get my lips over it and start sucking and licking. Oskar finally
wakes as I take most of him into my mouth. I can't imagine anything
sexier than a delicious big cock first thing in the morning.

I finally get him to cum and

swallow it all. He almost picks me up to move around and get his face
to my pussy. He's so good at eating me. He knows what I like and it's
obvious that he loves doing it. I'm fairly sure he'd just as soon
have his tongue in me as his cock. Although, technically, his tongue
isn't in me much, it's just up from my vagina, working my clit back
and forth. It's his fingers in my vagina. He never stops when I
orgasm but just keeps sucking and licking me to at least one more.
Then his cock slides into me, filling me so nicely and he bangs into
me hard and fast. I get another orgasm before he does.

We both need a shower.

Washing each other's naked bodies gets us aroused until he lifts my
leg and starts pushing back into me. I lift my other leg, hang onto
him with my arms around his neck and my legs on his hips as he fucks
me, standing up in the shower. There couldn't be a better way to
prepare for the day.

He tells me how to get to the

museum and we plan to meet there. After he leaves I lay around a
little and then dress and go out. I have a map and walk around and
find the American embassy. I also find the Scandinavian Airline
Ticket office where I can buy a return ticket to California. I stop
at an ATM and take out another 500 Euros. It's interesting that I put
the money in a bank in Italy but can get at it just about anywhere in
the world. I've only spent a few hundred up to now, Oskar pays for
everything. From the size and look of his apartment I'm beginning to
realize he earns good money or else has some money of his own. Up to
now, he was just a very sexy back packer that I've been sleeping
with. Here in Copenhagen, he's back to his real life and that's
apparently much different. It's close to lunch time so I go to the
museum and ask at the reception desk for Oskar. So far, everyone I've
talked to in Denmark seems to automatically understand and speak
English, so language has been no problem.

We go to a restaurant for

lunch. I let him know that if we ate at his apartment, maybe we could
eat each other, too, but we never get there. Back at the museum, he
takes me on a tour and introduces me to several people. I'm sure I'll
never remember their names. He also tells me that this weekend he'd
like us to go out and meet a number of his friends. I let him know
that I'm thinking of returning to California and he tries to talk me
into staying a little longer.

When he comes home from the

museum, I'm naked and ready for sex. Soon we're both naked and have a
very good round of sex. As he's over me in the missionary position,
pounding into me, he says, "I could do this for the rest of my
life." I let him know that he can sure do it as often as he
wants because I love it. We talk a while, work together getting
dinner ready, still both naked. After, we fool around a while and eat
each other and then fuck. He lasts forever. It's what I've liked
about him from the beginning, lots of sex. He has the stamina to last
and last. Although I actually like him any way. He was a great guide
through Italy, very helpful, very kind and nice. We take a shower,
getting ready for bed, which invigorates us enough for some more sex.
The next morning is a repeat of the previous morning, wake up sex, a
shower and more sex.

He's gone to work and I'm

just siting there, naked, thinking about how good the sex is and
starting to plan on getting back to California, and the door bell
rings. Crap, who could it be? Do I let anyone in? I don't know
anything much about Denmark and this apartment and what to do. I run
into the bedroom and pull a light pair of shorts out of my Duffle bag
and a t-shirt, pull them on and go to the door. I look through the
little spy hole and see this woman standing there. Looks what I would
think is middle age, maybe late forties, early fifties. Dressed
nicely, as if she's off to business. Actually a nice looking lady.
Crap, what is she? Is this her building and I'm not supposed to be
here? What? So I open the door.

She says something to me in

Danish. At least I guess it's Danish, I don't understand her at all.
"I'm sorry," I say, "I only speak English. Can you
speak English?"

"Yes, of course,"

she says, "I should have known better. I'm Oskar's mother."

What do I do? "Come in,"

I say to her, "Oskar is at work."

"I know," she says,

"I just thought I should come and meet the girl he plans on
marrying."

"Marrying?" I

manage to squeak out. "I don't think so. I'm planning on
returning to California in a few days."

"Oh? From what Oskar has

said the last several weeks over the telephone, I thought you were
getting married."

"Not me," is all I

could think to say. "I've never even thought of marriage. I
mean, he's never asked me."

"Well, what will you do

when he does, because he plans to."

"My first thought is,

I'll run. But as I think about it, I guess I would have to answer
him, discuss it. Would he be expecting me to move here, where I know
no one and don't even speak the language? Or, maybe, he would give up
his job and move to America? Would he expect me to be with him only,
for the rest of my life? And he would never have another woman but me
until he dies? That's what I can think of right now but this is such
a surprise that I'm not sure what might happen."

"I think I made a

mistake in bringing this up," she says to me. "From the way
Oskar talked, I thought you were both madly in love and ready to
marry and I wanted to meet anyone who could make Oskar feel that way.
It could take him forever to get around to introducing us."

"I think he's confusing

sex with love. I'm not. I mean, the sex is terrific, I like being
with him a lot. Love being wi

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