It didn’t take much convincing on my part to get Massimo into the emptiest, quietest bathroom I knew of at the airport, his trousers all the way down to his ankles and his mouth on mine.
“I didn’t get to taste you last time,” Massimo complained, his mouth frantic over mine. “I’m not going to miss a second opportunity.”
“You can do that next time,” I told him, hands slipping down his chest in search for his cock. When he grabbed my hands before I could make contact with the bulbous head, leaking enough precum that it had my mouth watering, I groaned in protest, but Massimo wasn’t having any of it.
“We rushed the first time,” he murmured, gently sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as his hands trailed down my sides before gripping my hips. “I’m not going to rush you again, Cara. So, whether you like it or not, I’m going to taste your pussy.”
His words were enough to have my pussy dripping, so when he turned me around, pressed me up against the door and lifted the material of my skirt up against my hips, paring my ass and the little magenta thong that I was wearing today, I creamed then and there.
I was ready to cum on the spot, and he hadn’t even touched my pussy lips yet. That’s the amount of power Massimo Mancini held without even lifting a finger.
My breath hitched in my throat, and I braced my hands against the back of the door in anticipated as I felt him rub between my pussy lips from above my panties. When he pulled the soaking material to the side, letting it to go with a snap, I yelped. Before I could rebuke him for the stink, he pressed a kiss to the flesh of my ass and all words of protests died on my lips. In fact, I was rendered speechless as the trail of kisses quickly grew wet and moved closer and closer to my pussy with each kiss.
“Massimo,” I moaned quietly as his tongue slipped through my pussy lips, long and wet, the tip of it grazing my slick clit which only cried at the erotic feeling.
“That’s it, Cara. Moan my name while I eat your pussy,” Massimo chuckled against my pussy, the sound travelling straight to my core as I clenched. But there just wasn’t enough friction.
“Put a finger in me,” I begged him, desperate to be filled with something. His fingers would do for now, but his cock would be the main attraction later.
“Why just one?” he asked in a low murmur, his tongue continuously stroking from my seeping hole to my slick clit as he slipped not one, not two, but three fingers in me.
I arched my back and pressed my chest against the door as he thrusted them hard into me. When the palm of my hand slapped against the curve of my ass, jiggling it, I knew that his fingers were knuckle deep inside me…but it just wasn’t enough.
“More,” I moaned out loud, begging him.
Despite my insistence for more of him, Massimo pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I was quick to turn my head to glance over my shoulder, the complaint ready on the tip of my tongue. The complaint was quick to die on my lips once again as I watched him pull apart my ass cheeks and push his face further into my core, slurping away at my clip.
Massimo alternated between long, wet licks, hard sucks and probing my slick hole. The sensation quickly became too much for me and when my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my lips parting in a silent moan, I knew it wouldn’t take much longer for me to cum on his cum.
However, after he gave my clit a considerably hard suck before slapping my ass and rising to his feet – still half-naked with his slacks by his ankles, might I remind you – I was quick to turn around and glare at him.
“I was so close,” I groaned, my eyebrows knitting together in frustration. “What are you doing, Massimo? Why did you stop? I was so close!”
“I want a front row seat to the show,” he told me, and before I could even begin to wonder what he meant by that, Massimo dropped his hands on my hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze before he lifted me into the air.
I expected to wrap my legs around his waist and have his delicious cock violate my pussy, but he lifted me higher/
“What are you doing?” I whispered harshly as he threw both of my legs over his shoulders.
I was quick to drop my hands into his hair, my grip on the blonde, unruly curls tight in fear that he would mistakenly drop me. When he dug his fingers into my ass and stepped forward to lean me back against the wall of the cubicle, I knew what he was doing.
Whatever I was going to say next was erased from my mind when he pushed his head forward and latched his mouth onto my clit once again, sucking hard. From this position, Massimo had full reign to my pussy to do as he pleased.
If someone were to come in now, the first thing they would see is my face of pleasure as Massimo ate my pussy like a starved man. The second thing they would see would be my face as I came violently on his face, but that wasn’t enough to deter Massimo.
Completely ignoring my orgasm, Massimo continued to eat me out like his life depended on.
“Massimo,” I moaned in a week voice, digging my fingernails into his scalp. When he growled against my pussy at the sensation, forcing his tongue deeper in my seeping walls, I felt my second orgasm building and already knew that I wouldn’t be able to last long.
Massimo’s tongue was magical. I was convinced that there was none other like it in all the lands!
“Oh, Massimo,” I moaned and threw my head back, so lost in the pleasure that I began gyrating my hips against his face, desperate for more friction and no longer scared of him dropping me.
“That’s it, Cara. Say my name,” he growled against my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth once again.
I mewled at his dirty words and just when I was about to cum for a second time, Massimo pulled his face away from my pussy. His lips shone with my juices and when slowly placed me bac on my feet and slanted his mouth over mine in a slow, deliberate kiss, I clung onto him in fear that my legs would give away any moment now. Massimo had no apprehensions as he wrapped his arms tight around my back and pulled me in close, splaying his hand on the small of my back to close any and every distance between us.
There was something so erotic about tasting myself on his lips. I would have pulled him down for a harder kiss if he wasn’t quick to pull away and turn me around, plastering his chest against my back.
“I know you like it from the back, Cara, so I’ll let you have your fun…for now,” Massimo told me as he turned me around, pressing me up against the cubicle door once again. “I can’t wait to thrust my hard cock into your seeping pussy,” he murmured in a low, husky voice as he slapped his dick against my pussy, teasing me.
Before I could demand that he stop teasing me and get inside my pussy, he reared his hips back and forced his cock nearly balls deep inside me in one, hard thrust.
My breath was knocked out of me at the delicious feeling of being filled to the brin, my pussy walls squeezing so tight against him that I almost feared suffocating his cock.
The thought didn’t last long on my mind. In fact, all of my thoughts were drowned out as I couldn’t focus on anything but his thick, hard cock jackhammering in and out of me, pulsing deliciously deep inside my pussy with each thrust.
When Massimo said my pussy was sloppy earlier, he wasn’t joking. Squelching sounds filled the bathroom as he drilled into me from behind and just when my orgasm rose to the surface, so close to tipping over, the sound of the bathroom door sounded aloud.
I gasped and my eyes widened at the fact that we were no longer the only two in here, but Massimo didn’t care. Instead, he pressed the palm of his right hand against my mouth to muffle my moans, and slipped his other hand under my sweater to grope my boobs.
I moaned into his hand, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I came all over his cock once again.
If I thought my pussy was sloppy wet before, I was surely mistaken. It was nothing compared to how wet it was now. So wet, in fact, that I could feel my juices begin to dribble down the inside of my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when Massimo continued to thrust into me slowly, drawing out my orgasm.
Everyone in the bathroom – Massimo, me, and whoever was currently on the other side of the door – knew exactly what was going on in this cubicle. If it wasn’t the distinct stench of sex in the air, then it was the loud squelching of our fluids every time our bodies enjoined once again.
If you thought about it, Massimo’s hand clamped over my mouth was useless, but I couldn’t bring myself to complain. Not when there was something so disgustingly erotic about it.
A moment of silence passed on the other side of the cubicle before we were met with a loud, horrified gasp. If Massimo hadn’t started drilling into me once again, chasing after his own orgasm, I would have laughed at the way the woman no doubt scurried out of the bathroom.
As soon as the person left, the sound of the door closing behind them travelling through the bathroom, Massimo pulled out of me.
“You didn’t cum,” I murmured in protest, turning around to face him.
Massimo chuckled darkly and bowed his head to press his forehead against mine. Instinctively, I lifted my arms and wound them around his neck, pulling him closer.
He whispered something unintelligible against my lips as he lifted one leg and hooked it around his waist, opening me up for him to wreck my pussy even more.
My favourite position was doggy style and getting it from the back, but this position proved to be just as delicious, if not more. It was so intimate and personal. Massimo’s thrusts had slowed down, but he dug deeper inside my pussy each time as he stared into my eyes, stared into my soul, and peppered soft, sweet kisses all over my face.
If I wasn’t already falling for this man, it would be impossible not to now.
Massimo didn’t last long in this position, and before he came, he was quick to pull out and cum on my outer pussy walls. I bowed my head and watched as his thick, milky why cum decorated my pussy which clenched tight like the greedy little whore that she was.
His groans were deep and guttural as he finished cumming, but he didn’t stop there. As if he could reach my mind, Massimo dropped to his knees once again and cleaned me up with his tongue. And when I came on his face once again, he cleaned me up all over again.
Massimo pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my lips before he slid my panties back into place and pulled down my skirt. I left the cubicle to wash my hands and fix my appearance – there wasn’t much clean up required as Massimo had taken charge of that with his tongue earlier.
I left the bathroom first and then a few minutes later, Massimo came looking for me. It was intentional, in case that woman went to security to alert them that people were having sex in the bathroom.
“I have to get back to the house,” Massimo murmured as he pulled me into his arms, pulling my chest flush against his. “But call me sometime tomorrow, okay? I want to see you outside of your work.”
“Okay,” I agreed, my mind still foggy and dazed from cumming three times this morning, and I returned his sweet, lingering kiss before he detangled himself from me.
Massimo chuckled at the dazed look on my face before he turned to leave. I remained rooted to the spot as I watched him walk away from me.
It was only when he was far off into the distance, almost too small for me to see, that I saw him come to a stop in front of a woman. He said something to her before pulling her into a hug, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise at the intimacy of it. When the woman wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug, I caught sight of her face.
I knew that face anywhere. It was that lawyer. Benedetta. Also known as Massimo’s girlfriend.
He fucked me in the bathroom while his girlfriend was waiting outside for him?
What did he tell her before he left? That he had work? That he wouldn’t be long?
Even though our rendezvous had trumped the first time – something which I had thought was impossible – I suddenly felt physically sick.
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03.02.2022
