Performing sexual favours for friends — Part two

Part one here

As I walked up the stairs, my hair flowing down my back and wearing only a pair of heels, I realised I didn’t know where I was heading. I had seduced a sexy Italian — old enough to be my father — and he was watching me climbing his glass-sided spiral staircase naked from his seat in the lounge.

Thankfully, as I slowly ascended the stairs, looking down at him, he stood.

“The door at the end of the corridor,” he called up to me in his sexy Italian accent. “I’ll be there in a moment, Pixie.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I replied, smiling down at him.

Given the house I was in, it was no surprise that his room was huge. His bed was easily big enough for four, and the windows looked across the ocean towards the Dubai marina, which twinkled with light in the distance. Moonlight spilling through the enormous windows to his balcony perfectly lit the room. At least perfectly for what we would use his room for. I slipped off my heels and walked to the windows, looking out over his private beach and into the distance.

“Perfect,” Ricardo said behind me. I turned, my naked body bathed in moonlight and looked at him. He had entered the room and stood behind me without me hearing him. I stepped forward and reached up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“So, finally, you have me all to yourself,” I said softly, continuing to unbutton his shirt and gently kissing his chest as I exposed more of it. He stood silently, allowing me to undress him slowly. I removed his shirt, then stared up into his eyes with a cheeky smile as I opened his belt and shorts, allowing them to fall to his bedroom floor. I reached behind his neck, pulled him forward for a kiss, then nuzzled my face around his and gently nibbled his ear.

“What do you intend to do with me?” I whispered softly, sliding my spare hand down his body and over his semi-hard cock, still hidden behind his boxer shorts.

Ricardo didn’t know much about me. We’d met a while back at a business dinner in Monaco, after which we’d had sex on the deck of Raziya and Jahi’s yacht. Then, half an hour ago, he’d watched as I had sex with two of his friends on his coffee table. Perhaps that was enough to let him know that he could be honest. And he was.

“I want to fuck that soft little mouth of yours like last time.”

I opened my mouth and licked my lips slowly. “We’re not outdoors on a yacht tonight,” I replied. “I think we can do a little better than last time.”

I knelt and pulled down his underwear, releasing his growing cock, then slowly licked down his shaft and took one of his balls in my mouth as I gently massaged the tip of his cock with my thumb. He looked down into my eyes, and I slowly sucked on both of his testicles. Eventually, I stopped and looked around the room, spotting a high-backed chair in the corner. “Ah, perfect,” I said. “Ready?”

“For Pixie? Always,” he replied.

I stood and led him by the hand until we stood before the chair.

I sat down, then swivelled 180 degrees, hooking my legs over the back of the chair and dropping my head from the front.

“If you kneel, you can fuck my throat for as long as you like,” I whispered sweetly. “You might need to pin me down if I slide, though,” I giggled.

Ricardo didn’t need any further encouragement. He knelt, and I gripped the arms of the chair to hold my body in place. Ricardo leaned forward and kissed my clit, making me shiver with excitement, and then he leaned back and offered his now fully-hard cock to my lips. I kissed his cock gently, then opened my mouth as he looked down and guided it into my mouth. I let go of one of the arms of the chair and put my hand on his ass, and pulled gently, encouraging him. He slid forward slowly, and I relaxed. Seconds later, his entire length was stretching my throat. He slid out slowly, and I took a breath.

“Seems my body remembers you. I’ll tap you if I need to breathe, Okay?”

He nodded. “Oh, and Ricardo?”

“Yes?” he replied.

“Don’t worry about breaking me. I’ll let you know if I need to stop.”

Even from my vantage point, between his legs and upside down, I could see the excitement in his eyes.

He reached down and clamped his hands on the side of my head firmly, then slid himself back into my mouth. It took him a few attempts and a little encouragement. Still, minutes later, he’d worked out that I was as good as my word and was fucking my mouth like a pro, his balls smashing against my face as he repeatedly drove his cock deep into my throat. After a few minutes, he stopped and pulled out.

“I have to stop, or I’ll come,” he said.

I lifted my head, a little light-headed after being upside down for a while spun around, and sat on the chair, crossing my legs seductively.

“And where’s the problem with that?” I asked.

“I don’t want it to be over.”

“Sweetie. What makes you think that you coming ends our evening?”

“But,” he started.

I held my finger to my lips, and he stopped speaking. Then I opened my legs and hooked them over the arms of the chair, exposing myself to him.

“Everything you see is yours to come in, or on, until we’re too tired or the sun comes up. Whichever happens first.”

Ricardo smiled.

“So, now that’s clear, do you want to fuck my throat some more?”

He nodded, his eyes glistening.

I stood and led him to his bed and lay on it, propping myself up on my elbows and facing him as he stood before me. I opened my mouth. He got the point, and then I got his cock, forced quickly into my mouth and down my throat as he gripped my head once more. His pace became feverish, but not so that he didn’t remember to let me breathe occasionally. Eventually, his breathing changed, and the moaning started.

“Oh fuck, Pixie, I’m going to come!” he said urgently, pulling shallow in my mouth, clearly thinking he should. I quickly took a breath and reached behind his body, yanking him forward entirely into my throat as he climaxed, my neck flexing as his cock twitched and drained into me. I lifted my feet and crossed them sweetly while patiently waiting for him to finish, enjoying every moment of satisfying him. Eventually, he withdrew, and I slid up the bed, turning and putting my head on his pillows, then patted the bed beside me.

“You make an old man very happy, Pixie,” he said, lying beside me. I slid a leg across him and rested my head on his chest as he stroked my back softly.

“Good,” I replied, drawing circles on his stomach with my fingernail.

We lay there for a while, silently, enjoying each other’s company, and then, eventually, he broke the silence.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

I left my head on his chest, not looking up at him.

“You can,” I said. “And I might even answer it. Depends.”

“What’s your arrangement with Jahi and Raziya?”

“Arrangement?” I asked curiously.

“How much do you cost?”

It hadn’t occurred to me that I may appear to be an escort. I lay there for a second, processing the suggestion. It made sense. Pixie was a little less than conventional and had a habit of opening her legs a little too quickly at times.

“You think I’m a prostitute?” I said, looked up at him slowly.

“Aren’t you?”

I laughed. “No. Believe it or not, I do what I do for free.”

“So they haven’t paid you to have sex with me?”

“No, of course not. I’m here entirely because I want to be.”

“Why?”

“I love sex, and I love doing it with different people, and I really love having sex with older men. Particularly handsome older men with sexy Italian accents,” I said, gently cupping his soft cock with my hand.

The surprise on his face was evident, and the realisation that I genuinely wanted him made his cock twitch in my palm. I smiled at him.

“Seems someone is thinking about round two,” I said. “How about I help with that?”

I held his cock in my grip and slowly massaged it as it grew. Ricardo slid his hand down my back, and I lifted my ass a little, allowing him to reach it. He slid his hands over my ass cheeks and then gave a little pull.

“If you insist,” I said softly and adjusted my position, throwing a leg over him in a sixty-nine. I licked his balls softly, exploring them with my tongue as I waited. Ricardo didn’t make me wait long, and I felt his tongue on my clit. Firm. Full of intent. I moaned and sucked one of his balls into my mouth as his tongue worked my clit, and then I felt his fingers slide inside me.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned. Gripping his cock tighter and jerking it rapidly, desperate to make him fully hard so I could feel him inside me. His body responded, filling his cock with blood and giving him a rock-hard erection. My face was too close to resist, and I took it in my mouth as he worked on my clit, and then he stopped.

“I want you, Pixie,” he said softly.

“I want you, Ricardo,” I replied, hurrying off him and lying down. He leaned over me, and I opened my legs, letting his body settle between them. He looked into my eyes.

“Mind if I make love to you rather than just fuck?” he asked timidly.

I put my arms around his neck. “I’d be delighted,” I replied. I was unable to remember the last time I’d had passionate sex with a man.

He kissed me deeply as I ran my arms over his upper body, then looked into my eyes as he held his cock at my entrance. I lifted a leg and hooked my foot over his, then closed my eyes and moaned as I finally felt his cock slide into my body.

Looking back, it was mostly psychological. Ricardo was the third guy that had been inside me that day. None of them had been particularly aggressive — which I like — but as he slid in, the knowledge that he was as interested in my pleasure as his really fucking turned me on.

If you read my stories often, you’ll know that I rarely climax through penetration. When I do, it’s usually when I’m thrown around like a rag doll, pinned down, and fucked really, really hard.

Imagine my surprise then, when Ricardo, slowly driving his cock into my pussy, turned me on soo much. We kissed endlessly as he slowly built an orgasm inside me with his relentless, slow, passionate lovemaking.

It was like an out-of-body experience when I heard myself speak to him through my moans. “Oh, Ricardo, do this to me all night…”

Then I realised. Pixie was taking a break. My inner nympho wasn’t who Ricardo was having sex with. He was making love to me. Sweet, innocent, career-driven me. The sweet girl in her early twenties who puts on the face of Pixie to satisfy her sexual urges. And I loved it.

Ricardo started to breathe heavily, and his pace increased towards the inevitable. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his body, pulling him deep inside me as a heat grew inside me. I removed an arm from around him and slid it between us, determined to finish with him. He watched my hand slide between my legs.

“I want to come with you,” I whispered. Ricardo smiled.

“I’m nearly ready,” he said, kissing my neck.

“Me too,” I panted, my whole body starting to sweat.

He continued thrusting deeply for a few more moments as I massaged my clit and brought myself to the edge.

“I want your come inside me,” I whispered.

He grunted, the suggestion tipping him over the edge, and he slid in deeply, his body shaking as he climaxed inside my body. I came, too, shaking and moaning loudly beneath him.

Ricardo held me in place as my body slowly stopped shaking. I removed my hand from my clit and put my arm back around him. He stared down at me.

“You okay?”

I sighed, smiling. “Very okay. Why?”

“You seemed different that time.”

“Maybe sometimes I like to feel like it’s a two-way street. I’m sure normal service will be resumed shortly.”

“I like both ways,” he said sweetly, sliding out of my body.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” I said, closing my legs and lying on my side facing him to keep our combined juices deep inside me for a while.

“I don’t think I can…”

I pressed my finger to his lips, knowing what was coming next and saving him the embarrassment.

“It’s okay. I’m here all weekend if you want to have me some more?”

He smiled. “I love the sexy way you say things.”

I screwed my nose up at him sweetly. “How about you come over here and hold me for a while,” I said. “I’ll slip out later, and maybe you can slip back in over the weekend?”

“You did it again,” he said, sliding over and spooning my naked body.

“I know,” I replied. Closing my eyes.

Part three