Signor Ferrari Accepts The Offer

The crevices in Rick's already furrowed forehead became deeper when his eyebrows lifted at Yvonne's question. He shot a quit sidelong glance at Amira, certain that she was behind this, and he wondered what was the deal with her. His thoughts had been so caught up in recent events, he had not even paused to think about the Amira/Yvonne connection.

Signor Ferrari was also surprised by the question, but he did a better job at disguising his astonishment. Turning to Rick, he asked, "Do you mind if I accept her offer? Hahaha. It isn't every day that such a beautiful lady as yours proposes fellatio to me."

Waving his hand dismissively in the air, Rick was at a loss for words, "No, no. Go right ahead. Be my guest."

Signor Ferrari unbuttoned the double-breasted jacket of his white suit, and the others probably thought he was going to drop his pants next. But the portly, balding man stopped with that single action. When the naked Yvonne remained standing before him without making a move, he nodded down at his lap.

"Oh!" the blonde Frenchwoman said in a small voice, the lightbulb suddenly coming on. Quickly she dropped to her knees and reached for his belt buckle. She had gone through this routine countless times with Rick, so she was quite proficient at it. Once his pants were opened, Ferrari touched Yvonne's forearm, signaling her to wait, and he stood up. His pants plummeted to the ground and Yvonne reached out to lower his boxers, pushing them down around his ankles to join the pants. Now 'cleared for action', the rotund Signor Ferrari lowered himself back to his seat. He was about to say something, he was the type of man who believed the harmony of the spheres were dependent upon the sound of his own voice, but he did not. He realized that once a woman was willing to go down on a man, the only thing the man should say from that point to the conclusion is 'yes', 'oh baby', and moans. A precursor of the Blowjob Principle.

Using just the tips of her fingers, Yvonne lifted Signor Ferrari's hardening cock with both hands, as if she was handling a Faberge egg. She tilted her head to one side, studying the male member, doing a quick cross reference memory check of all the other penises she had handled or seen. The cock continued to grow, and as it expanded, Yvonne concluded that this one seemed average. Just the normal run-of-the-mill dick most guys carry. Perhaps those thoughts were her way of trying to blot out who the cock belonged to. A bald, old, fat man is not exactly a woman's typical romantic fantasy.

Curling her slender fingers around the shaft, Yvonne began waving her forearm, stroking the cock in a twisting, up and down motion. Once it was fully erect and she had pumped it several more times to make sure it remained hard, she used her other hand to begin fondling the balls. She tried to ignore the gray hair covering them. The sagging skin was not a problem. Every man's ball sack sags. Until just before he is ready to shoot. Then it is a tight little package with deep crevices.

Satisfied with the erection that she had built, Yvonne parted her lips and slowly lowered her head, engulfing just the tip of it. Her tongue gave the end of the cock a swirl of welcome to the warm wetness of Yvonne's mouth. Closing her lips just behind the ridge, Yvonne drew in her breath, forming a vacuum, while the rest of the cock was tended to by her caressing hand.

She concentrated on doing that for the next several minutes, lifting her mouth from the dick only when she absolutely had to. Such as needing to take a deep breath or swallowing an excessive amount of saliva that had accumulated. Yvonne was an experienced enough fellatrix to know that men don't really want an assortment of fancy techniques, licks and laps, kisses and smooches. They just wanted something wet and tight pumping on their dicks. Lifting herself off her feet that were tucked under her, she leaned slightly forward so that her head was moving up and down perpendicularly instead of at angle. Her lips were pressed against her fist, and together, mouth and hand, she worked to get him off. Wanting him to experience the ultimate release.

One thing she had learned from Rick, her eyes briefly flickered in his direction, was that for some men... all men, perhaps... where they deposited their release was almost as important as the release itself. Rick seemed to be nearly obsessed with depositing his release in her mouth. Even if they had been making love, when he came, he would prefer coming in her mouth.

While these thoughts had been occupying Yvonne's mind as she performed the mindless task of lifting and lowering, lifting and lowering, lifting and lowering, lifting and lowering her head, Ferrari had been heading towards an orgasm. One hand had been petting and tenderly touching her blonde hair. His calculating eyes were appraising the exquisite beauty of her slender, graceful form. Those cute, pear-shaped breasts, her perfect skin, the warmth radiating to his thighs from her body.

"My dear Miss Yvonne," Ferrari gasped, his breathing seeming labored, "I am afraid that I am about to... about..."

From the raspy tone of his voice, Yvonne knew exactly what he was 'about to'. She bobbed her head faster, tightening her grip on his shaft, trying to **** the spunk from his body.

"Oh sì, Signorina Yvonne, sì. Succhialo. Succhialo!" the fat man cried out, lips pulled back in a grimace and his hands gripping her head as he exploded inside her mouth. His thick wads of sperm splattered against her palate and the back of her throat. The heaving, wheezing, gasping man emptied himself inside her.

When he collapsed in his chair and Yvonne had given his dick a few more last, departing strokes, she lifted her head with a bashful smile, her lips tightly sealed and her cheeks bulging. She leaned to her side, about to spit, when she saw Rick staring, watching closely.

She had a dilemma. If she spat, would he view it as an act of defiance? And if she swallowed, would he view it as an insult, since he always had to **** her to swallow his cum?

Fortunately, Amira came to the rescue. "Child, no!" she practically screamed as she bolted from the bench, frantically pulling the veil away from her face. Her full, slightly sagging boobs bounced wildly as she charged over to the much younger woman. Squatting down in front of Yvonne, she clasped the back of her blonde head. "Do not waste him. Give him to me," and she jerked Yvonne's face to hers, French kissing her and sucking Signor Ferrari's sperm into her mouth.