Nimble fingers quickly loosed the drawstring of Zita’s bodice, freeing her bouncing breasts. Michel fondled them as he talked, saying that he never had a sister, and that he wouldn’t tie her up. Besides, he added, he had no need to tie her up since she was already willing. Then the Frenchman asked her how the nobility treated her.
“Ugh, the nobility.” Zita scrunched up her face. “Pig fuckers.” She was not secretive about her dislike of noble men. The rich built Venice from the blood, sweat, and flesh of the poor. Zita would never forget that, even if she managed to walk among them someday as a high-priced courtesan. The girl carelessly shrugged her shoulders, and reached down to slowly rub the bulge between Michel’s legs, teasing him.
“They come to me because they want the most perverse things imaginable. Things their wives or courtesans will not indulge them in, or things they are embarrassed to ask for in bed.” She gave another shrug. “The last one I serviced wanted to suck on my feet for an hour.”
Zita began to like this Michel more and more. He didn’t push her down only to rut her like an animal when they got upstairs. He wanted to fuck, but he also wanted to talk, and Zita liked talking with her customers. Zita liked anything that helped her prolong the hour so she could charge more after the load was spilled. Plus, it did not hurt that he was easy on the eyes.
The girl gripped his bulge even harder and gave a firm tug. She hadn’t quite answered Michel’s question, though. In this life, women were men’s property. And girls like Zita? They were the chamber pots.
“Most of them treat me no better than an animal they can slap around. Why do you ask, Signore?”
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#12
She helped him free her breasts, so that he could fondle them while talking. Firm and young breasts, he thought to himself. Zita was definitely no hag yet and perhaps she wouldn’t live to be old enough to become one. Only time would tell. And while the girl told him that she did serve nobles and that they’d make her do weird things, she began rubbing him, although there was barely no need. He hadn’t planned to sleep with a whore today, but he didn’t mind the change of agenda either. This was just another part of Venice he had to get familiar with, after all.
He smiled when she called the nobility ‘pig fuckers’, liking that term for them fast. Michel let go of her breasts, but only to remove his own cloak and then pulled the dark-grey shirt he wore, over his head. He gasped when she gave a firm tug to the bulge in his trousers, but his gaze hardened when she said the nobles treated her no better than an animal.
“Because I don’t like being treated like an animal either.” Bruno replied to her and pulled her closer, “I grew up in a home smaller than this. Dirtier. I know what it’s like.” He said and reached down to move her hands to the fastenings of his trousers, so she could open them, “To be honest, I like to make them beg more than I like to make a girl like you beg. But I would like to see you on your knees again… naked, this time.” He added with a smile. She was a smart girl, she'd understand the hint.
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He smiled when she called the nobility ‘pig fuckers’, liking that term for them fast. Michel let go of her breasts, but only to remove his own cloak and then pulled the dark-grey shirt he wore, over his head. He gasped when she gave a firm tug to the bulge in his trousers, but his gaze hardened when she said the nobles treated her no better than an animal.
“Because I don’t like being treated like an animal either.” Bruno replied to her and pulled her closer, “I grew up in a home smaller than this. Dirtier. I know what it’s like.” He said and reached down to move her hands to the fastenings of his trousers, so she could open them, “To be honest, I like to make them beg more than I like to make a girl like you beg. But I would like to see you on your knees again… naked, this time.” He added with a smile. She was a smart girl, she'd understand the hint.
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#13
Zita enjoyed the gasp from Michel when she cupped his cock and balls in her hand. He pulled her in closer and said that he didn’t like being treated like an animal eitherMoving her hands down to the buttons on his breeches, he told her about the tiny, dirty home he grew up. Michel’s clothes were finely made. As Zita listened, she began to wonder how he clawed his way out of poverty, and whether or not that would be possible for her someday. She began to unfasten his breeches, freeing his cock. She looked down at his erection, and then back up at his face, arching an appreciative brow.
“Not bad, Signore,” she said, giving him a wink. The cock in question was better than “not bad,” but Zita enjoyed teasing men about their cock sizes.
Grinning, Michel told her that he’d rather make the nobles beg, but he would like her back on her knees again, naked this time. Zita took a few steps backwards, smiling, maintaining eye contact and slowly undid her bodice, letting it fall to the floor along with her skirt. Her clothing was fairly easy to shimmy out of, especially because unlike the high class courtesans, she could not afford all the womanly accouterments, like those rump pads that made their asses look fuller. In order to be ready for a quickie in the alley, she also had no need for underthings, so once the dress came off, Zita she was naked save for her shoes and silk stockings that ended mid-thigh. She slowly peeled them off, watching Michel watch her.
Finally, she folded to her knees on the bedroom floor, just as her customer asked, now as nude as Titian's Venus of Urbino, not that she would know who or what that was. Silent, she simply watched what he would do next.
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“Not bad, Signore,” she said, giving him a wink. The cock in question was better than “not bad,” but Zita enjoyed teasing men about their cock sizes.
Grinning, Michel told her that he’d rather make the nobles beg, but he would like her back on her knees again, naked this time. Zita took a few steps backwards, smiling, maintaining eye contact and slowly undid her bodice, letting it fall to the floor along with her skirt. Her clothing was fairly easy to shimmy out of, especially because unlike the high class courtesans, she could not afford all the womanly accouterments, like those rump pads that made their asses look fuller. In order to be ready for a quickie in the alley, she also had no need for underthings, so once the dress came off, Zita she was naked save for her shoes and silk stockings that ended mid-thigh. She slowly peeled them off, watching Michel watch her.
Finally, she folded to her knees on the bedroom floor, just as her customer asked, now as nude as Titian's Venus of Urbino, not that she would know who or what that was. Silent, she simply watched what he would do next.
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#14
Michel would love telling her his story about how he climbed from the dirt to where he was today; he was fond of his own story, after all, and what he’d made of himself. But for now, all he wanted was sex, since apparently that had become the agenda for the day. The girl was easy to order around, even without words – when he moved her hands to his breeches, she opened them and complimented the sight she revealed.
“Not bad?” He asked with a grin; he might not be the tallest man around, but he’d been told before that his fit body and his large cock made up for that. Then he told her how he preferred to make the nobles beg, even if he would still like to see her on her knees, naked before him. An then she stood a few steps back to undress. Michel remained on his feet for now, his eyes wandering over every inch of her body that was easily uncovered. The sight of her in nothing but her stockings and the shoes was a sight to behold... Michel grinned and winked, "Not bad."
And it only became better when she knelt down in front of him. Michel smiled, she was certainly pleasing enough, but he had to make one change about her position. He reached down to cup her chin, meeting her eyes, “On your knees… on the bed? I’ll fuck you from behind.” Michel was paying her and to him that meant he wouldn’t have to move her around. She had an able and youthful body; she could move and he could take her once he had her where he wanted her.
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“Not bad?” He asked with a grin; he might not be the tallest man around, but he’d been told before that his fit body and his large cock made up for that. Then he told her how he preferred to make the nobles beg, even if he would still like to see her on her knees, naked before him. An then she stood a few steps back to undress. Michel remained on his feet for now, his eyes wandering over every inch of her body that was easily uncovered. The sight of her in nothing but her stockings and the shoes was a sight to behold... Michel grinned and winked, "Not bad."
And it only became better when she knelt down in front of him. Michel smiled, she was certainly pleasing enough, but he had to make one change about her position. He reached down to cup her chin, meeting her eyes, “On your knees… on the bed? I’ll fuck you from behind.” Michel was paying her and to him that meant he wouldn’t have to move her around. She had an able and youthful body; she could move and he could take her once he had her where he wanted her.
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#15
At the sight of her creamy white skin, completely exposed to him, Michel teased, “not bad.” Handsome and funny, Michel was turning out to be much more fun than Zita expected. A customer who didn’t make her want to swallow some rat poison? Would wonders ever cease? The Frenchmen tipped her chin with his hand, and ordered her up on her knees on the bed, telling her that he’d fuck her from behind. That would be a treat, given the size of his cock. Now her cunt got to have some fun, too.
“Yes, Signore,” she said, more obediently now.
Zita climbed onto the bed, which creaked from overuse and broken mattress springs, facing towards the headboard, away from him. Zita had lambskin condoms on hand if the customer prefered, but she didn’t demand it. If she got pregnant, there was a woman she visited in the Jewish Ghetto that took care of everything. The pennyroyal mixture that she administered made Zita’s stomach churn, but it did the trick. Of course, now was not the time to think about the burdens of her profession. Right now she wanted to enjoy a handsome man with a big fat cock, and some money in her pocket. To make herself more enticing to Michel, she arched her back, making sure he got a good view of her pink sex, flush with arousal. She bit her lip and looked back at him, eager to see him without his clothing.
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“Yes, Signore,” she said, more obediently now.
Zita climbed onto the bed, which creaked from overuse and broken mattress springs, facing towards the headboard, away from him. Zita had lambskin condoms on hand if the customer prefered, but she didn’t demand it. If she got pregnant, there was a woman she visited in the Jewish Ghetto that took care of everything. The pennyroyal mixture that she administered made Zita’s stomach churn, but it did the trick. Of course, now was not the time to think about the burdens of her profession. Right now she wanted to enjoy a handsome man with a big fat cock, and some money in her pocket. To make herself more enticing to Michel, she arched her back, making sure he got a good view of her pink sex, flush with arousal. She bit her lip and looked back at him, eager to see him without his clothing.
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#16
She had nothing against him using her own words against her – she’d called the sight of his manhood ‘not bad’ and he named the sight of her body ‘not bad’. So they were in agreement then, that this was not all that bad. Was she like this with all her clients though, he wondered? She’d say what they wanted to hear, that’s how a whore worked best, after all. But she did seem pleased and as if she had nothing against sleeping with Michel – which was nice for her, for a change, he thought. And that was as deep as his thoughts got, because now that she was naked and on her knees, he gave her a new order.
For a little quick fuck, Michel was plenty aroused. There would be no need for any further games before the action happened. Zita obeyed and climbed onto the bed, facing away from him. Michel didn’t care for what she preferred to do, should she become pregnant. That was her problem and not his; she was the whore and he was the one paying her for use of her body. What else she did with said body was up to her, as long as she didn’t give him any deceases. She didn’t look sick though; in fact, she looked very healthy.
He watched her arch her back, giving him the best view of her cunt, which did not appear all dry either; she wanted him too? Well this was a treat, a whore who might actually enjoy herself. Michel smiled at her, as she looked over her shoulder at him and he pushed the trousers and the white breeches that functioned as underwear, further down, before he approached her. He ran his hands over her nice and firm bottom, as if truly fascinated by the sight, squeezing one cheek and then he took a strong hold of her hips. Leaning closer, his manhood soon entered her – slowly the first time, but she seemed more than ready to take him in, “You like that?” He asked, while he began moving, hoping the first painfully slow movements would make her ask her for more.
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For a little quick fuck, Michel was plenty aroused. There would be no need for any further games before the action happened. Zita obeyed and climbed onto the bed, facing away from him. Michel didn’t care for what she preferred to do, should she become pregnant. That was her problem and not his; she was the whore and he was the one paying her for use of her body. What else she did with said body was up to her, as long as she didn’t give him any deceases. She didn’t look sick though; in fact, she looked very healthy.
He watched her arch her back, giving him the best view of her cunt, which did not appear all dry either; she wanted him too? Well this was a treat, a whore who might actually enjoy herself. Michel smiled at her, as she looked over her shoulder at him and he pushed the trousers and the white breeches that functioned as underwear, further down, before he approached her. He ran his hands over her nice and firm bottom, as if truly fascinated by the sight, squeezing one cheek and then he took a strong hold of her hips. Leaning closer, his manhood soon entered her – slowly the first time, but she seemed more than ready to take him in, “You like that?” He asked, while he began moving, hoping the first painfully slow movements would make her ask her for more.
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#17
Zita usually said what she thought her clients wanted to hear, especially the fat, ugly ones who weren’t accustomed to compliments. On the other hand, there were some men she toyed with more, and Michel was one of them. Perhaps it was a tiny bit of revenge for making her beg for him out on the street, but either way, she felt that Michel was someone she could have a little harmless fun with. To challenge in a way. With the speed in which girls’ legs presumably fell open for him, Zita felt like Michel could use a little challenge for a change. But not too much. She needed a good return on her investment.
So Zita climbed onto her hands and knees on the bed, just as he asked, shamelessly thrusting out her ass for him. Her pussy was wet already, which was nice. No need to use her own spittle or rub her own clit to make it slide in. A glint in her eye shone brightly, as the whore watched him push his trousers down to his knees, unleashing that handsome, muscular pelvis, and hairy thighs. He caressed her ass admiringly, and why wouldn’t he? The streets of the Venetian slums had not worn her out just yet, and she was in prime physical condition. Zita felt the rush of his body heat, as he leaned closer, inserting a pleasantly rigid cock inside of her, but he did not yet thrust. He only gave her the tip, moving achingly slow, teasing her. “You like that?” he asked.
Zita let out a girlish moan. “Yes, Signore.” It wasn’t the exaggerated, ham-fisted performance from outside. She definitely wanted to feel more of his cock, and he knew it. Whimpering, she began to move her plump ass backwards to take more of it in.
“Please, Signore... I need all of it.”
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So Zita climbed onto her hands and knees on the bed, just as he asked, shamelessly thrusting out her ass for him. Her pussy was wet already, which was nice. No need to use her own spittle or rub her own clit to make it slide in. A glint in her eye shone brightly, as the whore watched him push his trousers down to his knees, unleashing that handsome, muscular pelvis, and hairy thighs. He caressed her ass admiringly, and why wouldn’t he? The streets of the Venetian slums had not worn her out just yet, and she was in prime physical condition. Zita felt the rush of his body heat, as he leaned closer, inserting a pleasantly rigid cock inside of her, but he did not yet thrust. He only gave her the tip, moving achingly slow, teasing her. “You like that?” he asked.
Zita let out a girlish moan. “Yes, Signore.” It wasn’t the exaggerated, ham-fisted performance from outside. She definitely wanted to feel more of his cock, and he knew it. Whimpering, she began to move her plump ass backwards to take more of it in.
“Please, Signore... I need all of it.”
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#18
Michel would certainly agree they could have some harmless fun; after all, he had no intentions or reasons for harming her. Zita just happened to came walking towards him at the right time and look pretty enough to make him curious about her. And the rest was history. Now they were here, in her dirty and messy little place, but the place did not matter so much. The release mattered; this was not going to be more than a quick little fuck, but since he wasn’t here to harm her and since she seemed to enjoy his company, there was nothing wrong with teasing her a little, was there?
After he’d caressed and admired her pretty and firm ass, he came closer to her, slowly entering her and of course he wanted her to say she liked it and wanted more… she moaned, which made him smile and then she begged for more of him. Either she remembered what he said in the street or she really did want more. Or perhaps it was both.
“Good.” Michel said, thrusting the last bit into her, harder and faster now, “Because I want you to need it. This…” He pulled out and entered again, ramming harder and deep into her this time, “… is what I want you to want.” And those would be his last words for awhile. Michel leaned more in over her, keeping her steady with one hand firmly holding onto her hip – it would probably appear bruised afterwards - and the other hand caressed and fondled her body as he thrust into her. His movements were soon catching speed. This was a release, a fuck, nothing more. And he’d keep on going until he came.
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After he’d caressed and admired her pretty and firm ass, he came closer to her, slowly entering her and of course he wanted her to say she liked it and wanted more… she moaned, which made him smile and then she begged for more of him. Either she remembered what he said in the street or she really did want more. Or perhaps it was both.
“Good.” Michel said, thrusting the last bit into her, harder and faster now, “Because I want you to need it. This…” He pulled out and entered again, ramming harder and deep into her this time, “… is what I want you to want.” And those would be his last words for awhile. Michel leaned more in over her, keeping her steady with one hand firmly holding onto her hip – it would probably appear bruised afterwards - and the other hand caressed and fondled her body as he thrust into her. His movements were soon catching speed. This was a release, a fuck, nothing more. And he’d keep on going until he came.
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#19
Many times, in the middle of the throes of passion, for her customer anyway, Zita’s head was elsewhere, mostly wishing it were over with. She didn’t have the gambling bug like mama. But when she wasn’t whoring, she liked to drink and gossip with the other prostitutes at Il Malocchio, one of the roughest pubs in the slums. There, the whores would drink gin and share stories about their insane bawds, and their weirdest customers.
Today, however, Zita’s mind wasn’t anywhere but on the man mounting her. The fact that she whined for more of his cock pleased him. “Good,” he told her, then thrust so deeply, she cried out in both pleasure and pain. Michel told her he wanted her to need it, and began to pick up the pace, ramming her harder, with no doubt that she would be sore later. He used her hip for leverage, leaning over her, with his other hand wandering and groping, and soon, all she could hear was his breathing. Michel began to move faster and faster, now more animal than man, and Zita timed her moans with his release, which came on hard and sudden.
It wasn’t the right position for Zita to enjoy an orgasm, but that didn’t matter. The men rarely cared about her pleasure, and she frankly, it was easier that way. How burdensome to be a wife and to have to fake it! If she really wanted to, she could pleasure herself at any time, or enjoy a quick tonguing from another whore, for whom she would exchange the favor. A part of her suddenly wished she could feel Michel’s tongue snaking around her clit and bringing her to orgasm, but that wasn’t happening, of course. So Zita let him stay buried in her pussy as long as he wanted, and when he began to go soft, she pulled herself off him.
Moving a lock from her sweat-slicked face, Zita grinned at the oohlala Frenchman. Unfortunately he had not gone over the hour yet, but maybe she could keep him talking for longer.
“Oh, Signore, that was very... very… not bad,” she said laughing, continuing their little joke, then she closed the distance between them, running her fingertips along his handsome thighs.
“Will you give that to me again sometime soon?”
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Today, however, Zita’s mind wasn’t anywhere but on the man mounting her. The fact that she whined for more of his cock pleased him. “Good,” he told her, then thrust so deeply, she cried out in both pleasure and pain. Michel told her he wanted her to need it, and began to pick up the pace, ramming her harder, with no doubt that she would be sore later. He used her hip for leverage, leaning over her, with his other hand wandering and groping, and soon, all she could hear was his breathing. Michel began to move faster and faster, now more animal than man, and Zita timed her moans with his release, which came on hard and sudden.
It wasn’t the right position for Zita to enjoy an orgasm, but that didn’t matter. The men rarely cared about her pleasure, and she frankly, it was easier that way. How burdensome to be a wife and to have to fake it! If she really wanted to, she could pleasure herself at any time, or enjoy a quick tonguing from another whore, for whom she would exchange the favor. A part of her suddenly wished she could feel Michel’s tongue snaking around her clit and bringing her to orgasm, but that wasn’t happening, of course. So Zita let him stay buried in her pussy as long as he wanted, and when he began to go soft, she pulled herself off him.
Moving a lock from her sweat-slicked face, Zita grinned at the oohlala Frenchman. Unfortunately he had not gone over the hour yet, but maybe she could keep him talking for longer.
“Oh, Signore, that was very... very… not bad,” she said laughing, continuing their little joke, then she closed the distance between them, running her fingertips along his handsome thighs.
“Will you give that to me again sometime soon?”
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#20
It aroused him to hear her cry out when he thrust deep and hard into her. It was what she wanted and she had said she needed all of it. Well that’s what she was going to get until there wasn’t more to have, at least for now. His heart and blood was racing and he was panting, but she felt so fucking good… wet and willing and all the right shapes in all the right places. Warm and sweaty, soon, too, and he gave into the pleasure and took her until he was done. He released himself in her with a loud groan and a few more thrusts, but then he slowed down… breathing heavily.
He didn’t mind that she was the one to pull away when he was now done, and she turned around, hot and sweaty just like him. She came closer, touching him – her mere touch made him shudder, his body was still high on the pleasure and adrenaline – and saying it was not bad. And then she even asked for more.
“Maybe.” He said, reaching up to push her hair behind her ears, looking at her face. Pretty... and such large, blue eyes. Then he moved around her to flop down on his back upon the bed, to rest a bit after all the action. He might be done, but he’d paid for the hour and that was definitely not an hour.
“Not bad, you say… you say that to all the men, or just me?” Michel wondered, looking up at her while he also reached down to lightly stroke his hard-worked cock, which was now finally beginning to lie down too.
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He didn’t mind that she was the one to pull away when he was now done, and she turned around, hot and sweaty just like him. She came closer, touching him – her mere touch made him shudder, his body was still high on the pleasure and adrenaline – and saying it was not bad. And then she even asked for more.
“Maybe.” He said, reaching up to push her hair behind her ears, looking at her face. Pretty... and such large, blue eyes. Then he moved around her to flop down on his back upon the bed, to rest a bit after all the action. He might be done, but he’d paid for the hour and that was definitely not an hour.
“Not bad, you say… you say that to all the men, or just me?” Michel wondered, looking up at her while he also reached down to lightly stroke his hard-worked cock, which was now finally beginning to lie down too.
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