Signor Ferrari Graciously Declines

It would be difficult to tell who was more surprised by the offer, Rick or Signor Ferrari. The two men exchanged quick glances, and then Ferrari answered in that booming bass voice of his, "Turn around, my lovely little one."

Somewhat confused, the naked young woman did as directed, standing there looking over her shoulder at him. Touching the underside of one butt-cheek, he jiggled it a couple of times, watching the way the smooth, white mound bounced. Looking over to Rick, Ferrari told him, "How fortunate you are. If I was in your place... and was your age... I would be buggering this beautiful little bottom every night." Yvonne could not help rolling her eyes when the much older man said that. Rick did bugger her every night. Or a couple of times a week, at any rate.

Ferrari flattened his hand and rubbed his palm all over the buttock, giving it an affectionate pat at the conclusion. Glancing up, he saw that Yvonne was looking at him, so he made a circular motion with his index pointing down. She turned once more to face him. When he raised his hand and gently grabbed one breast, he commented, "I hope that your offer of fellatio includes certain incidentals."

As nervous as she was about the situation, she found herself amused by her host's sometimes stilted way of speaking. With a smile of indulgence, she answered, "Yes, of course Signor Ferrari, you may..." She struggled for a word befitting the man, "explore as you wish."

"Hahaha," Signor Ferrari grinned at Rick. "A delightful creature, simply delightful." He returned his attention to Yvonne, his hand leaving the breast to brush down over her belly and onto her pussy. The naked blonde's eyes half-closed when the elderly fat man did that. Her high heel shoes slid farther apart. Accepting what was obviously an invitation, he slid his hand in between her thighs and petted her smoothly shaven mound. After a few moments of this, her facial lips parted and she gave a slight shiver.

That prompted Signor Ferrari to curl his middle finger and slip inside her. And that prompted Yvonne to open her legs even more. "Oh," he said with genuine surprise, "she is quite wet already." Leaning to one side to look past the nude young woman, he asked his housekeeper, "Is this your doing, Amira?"

The housekeeper merely lowered her eyes and head in reply.

"Hahaha, I thought it was taking you two a rather long time to bring out the coffee and cake," Signor Ferrari laughed, moving his finger around inside Yvonne. Her vagina gripped his digit in a warm, velvety embrace. She was tight and snug, the way one would expect a twenty-something female to be. For the second time that afternoon, he thought Rick a lucky man.

"That was an excellent cake, Amira," Rick said to her, his eyes briefly, but only briefly, leaving the 'floor show'.

"Mister Rick is too kind," the housekeeper answered, again lowering her gaze.

At the moment, Yvonne had no gaze, for her eyes were closed and her head tilted back. She had placed a hand on Signor Ferrari's shoulder for balance and her legs were now spread wide apart, giving him better access to finger-fuck her in front of her lover. Both of her lovers. Signor Ferrari, for his part, had slipped a second finger, his ring finger, into her snatch and was rapidly working them back and forth. The heel of his hand was pressed down firmly over her clit.

She was soon teetering on her high heels, her torso rocking, and her legs shaking. She was breathing through her mouth; shallow, rapid breaths and there was a pink flush across the barely perceptible bowl of her stomach. Opening her eyes slightly, she began to gasp somewhat in surprise, "Oh.... oh... oh..."

Signor Ferrari worked his fingers faster, plunging them in and out of Yvonne's now soaking wet vagina. The squishy noises of her being diddled floated over the serene garden. Her series of oh's became a series of yeses and she placed a second hand on Signor Ferrari's shoulder. She leaned forward, her knees bent, and she moaned nonstop. Her hips bucked and she dug her nails into the shoulders of Signor Ferrari's suit.

When he reached up to grasp a breast, squeezing it, its hard nipple pressing into his palm, it pushed her over the edge. Screaming loudly, her whole body was shaking, her hair flying about as she flung her head from side to side. Her climax took several moments to expend itself.

With a series of loud grunts and downward thrusts of her pelvis, her orgasm subsided. Signor Ferrari left his fingers inside her, but not moving. It was only when the still trembling young woman opened her eyes and looked down him that he slid his slimy fingers out of her.

Ever the dutiful servant, Amira arose from the bench and serenely made her way over to Yvonne. She guided the wobbly Yvonne to a chair, kissed the top of her head, and returned to Signor Ferrari. Clasping both hands around his wrist, she lifted his hand to her face, slipping it under her veil, and suckling his middle and ring finger clean. Her eyes slowly drifted towards Rick.