mpty-line/>Olga Kornileva
Dedicated to Marietto
© Olga Kornileva, 2018
ISBN 978-5-4490-5841-6
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
Those who are called by you “pleasure-lovers” are “lovers of the good” and “lovers of the just”, and practice and maintain all the virtues
Following his successful negotiations, Marco idled in a luxurious restaurant. While his eyes were wandering about, his thoughts were fixated on finding a chick to fuck tonight. And although his secretary was frantically bombarding him with provocative pictures on WhatsApp, the already-familiar pouty lips sticking out of her endless selfies no longer aroused him the least bit. His most recent flame, with whom he had spent a couple of nights last week, also kept calling and checking up on him. But with her half-baked, amateurish blow jobs, his interest in her had all but vaporized. Anyway a girl who fucks like a teenager and sucks dick like it’s her first time is always the one who tries to get compensated for it by becoming your wife or, at the very least, by making you to buy her something… He found her motives to be too obvious and wanted to give it all up in utter disgust and forget this next stupid adventure, if this kind of fucking can even be attributed to this enthralling genre.
Marco was clearly interested in taking part in this incredibly insane adventure. Still encaptivated, he started browsing the dating site again. Well, let’s see what kind of goodies they can offer him here … There is a Lena, 20 years old, with shapely legs, ears, and lips, casting that all-too-familiar predatory gaze of an experienced small-town girl. She will no doubt start by putting on the performance of being a “lady”, achieve “orgasm”, and afterwards, start blurting out shit like… I need some money for college. Hahaha, quite typical. As much as you would want to, you would not spend your hard-earned bucks on someone else’s fake orgasms or college studies … more … so … Then there is this Valentina. She looks too decent and simple. She is the type that, instead of being freaky and exciting in bed, would rather offer to do his laundry or make dinner. And when it comes to handling dick, she is either quite sloppy, or altogether not familiar with that way of pleasuring her partner. The very archetype of monotony. Then we come to Anette. Fuck, if only this transvestite had put in a little more effort. These people think that they can pull a fast one with their gender, and the men would immediately take the bait. Of course, we cannot miss the Adam’s apple, and then we begin really noticing the fake beauty. Personally, I have nothing against gays. But why on earth should I fuck a guy? In any case, if, in some parallel universe, it finally came down to that, I’d rather fuck a real man, and not a fake wannabe. Gosh, I’ve lived long enough to see my first gray hairs, and I am yet to really make love to someone in a normal, natural way. It’s called a fucking Megapolis. What can I do, then?! And they say Russia has the most beautiful chicks.
What about this beauty? A real doll, but not well groomed. It starts out with the pretensions, then the hang-ups, and then all else at once. I’ll have to pass on this one. Okay, so we need to wrap this up, or rather, speed up a happy ending. All we have to do is find a super-hot love mate, fuck her brains out, then make sure the bitch keeps coming back for more afterwards. Wait, there is this other chick in a hat, posing on a deckchair … Let see, the ass … wow! Her thighs…. and her breasts come as a full-package. Then her face …. although, with such a figure, how your face looks is really non-consequential, ….. Damn! Now, that is what we are taking about! Even Monica Bellucci cannot compete. Nice … let’s check out her name. Christy … Hmm. She is 35. Nothing on Christy looks 35. Wish she could be here right now. That would hit the spot… Marco paused, thought a little, then immediately started texting Christy his regular greeting:
“Hi, how r u?”
She replied,
“I’m fine, babe. How was your day? It’s a bit windy outside…”
Hmm… calling me “Babe” already? Yeah, I was right about this one.
“I’m fine, baby. I’m Italian. Do u wanna meet up? I can cook for u.”
She answered,
“Why not? I live not far from the city center. U can drop by later on today …”
Perfect! I know exactly what kind of “food” I’m gonna make you. I’ll ride you like you have never been ridden before, sweet Christy. You are going to be clinging on me and singing me delicious orgasms. And for dessert, I’ll pour you Italian sperm. How about that?
Marco immediately sent Christy a couple of pornographic pictures he found on the net to prop her up and get her in the perfect mood for an experience of a lifetime. To his surprise, Christy almost showed no reaction. This was quite different from the other girls whom he had earlier sent similar photos. She responded by saying that she is not a teenager and does not need any guidelines. She said all this in such a simple, confident and cute way that she left no doubt that she found these pictures childish. What the heck?
In a jiffy, Mark decided to pass through his place, take a quick shower and wear some decent cologne, all in preparation for his encounter with this Italian looking Russian amazon.
Fuck! What if it’s a set-up? Maybe it’s just a trap to get robbed or beaten up by a couple of Russian thugs. Quite probable. You cannot even hook up with a foreigner calmly these days. But, like she said, she had a baby. Oh well! Fuck it! Nothing will happen to him. In any case, he would either find something is amiss, or would have hell of an adventure. And this girl looks like an adventurous type.
I’m sure I can really spend some quality time with this lady, Marco thought, a huge bulge on his groin poking at the inside of his jeans. I’d rather get to this Christy quickly, he thought in the taxi. Then he walks up to a green door, then the intercom.
“Hi, it’s me, Marko.”
The third floor of an old house without an elevator seemed to be located almost at the height of the topmost floor of a skyscraper. What kind of houses are these? Not exactly what you’d expect in Italian city. Wait, where is this apartment located again? …
A pretty-looking girl met him on the threshold and smiled kindly.
“Hi, I’m Christy, nice to meet u. Come over.”
Fuck, what an ass! How I can’t wait to smash that! Marco’s smile stretched even wider than usual. He was literally holding himself back so as not to attack and rape this lovely Christy. He entered the apartment.
“Were you scared to come over? Don’t worry, baby. There are just two of us. My child and I.”
She beckoned the toddler and gently called out,
“Come over, honey. Come meet our visitor. Say hi to this nice gentleman.”
The little girl came running into Marco’s arms. Marco lifted her up, and she began stroking his hair. He had not expected such a reaction.
Being polite he smiled and greeted her, and even called her principessa. The ultimate goal, of course, was principessa’s mother and Marco thought a little about his obvious merits: how he was an educated, hard-working and knowledgeable man who was catastrophically
