Past Present (5 page)

Still leaning on the balcony wall, she obeyed, holding her dress up to her waist, she invariably did as Matthew bid, and she had discovered that her desires had begun to mirror his.

“Lean forward. Keep the dress raised.”

Bending as far forward as the balcony wall would allow, Eleanor offered up her arse to him, she had not said a word since she had stepped out through the doors into the night air.

Gently pulling the cheeks of her arse apart with one hand he applied lube to her puckered hole with the other.

“Ooo, Matthew, that’s cold.”

“Sshhh…” He massaged the gel into her arsehole, gently inserting his thumb as she squirmed against him.

Moving down, he pushed his nose up against her and started to use his tongue to lick and probe her tight little hole, using his other hand he expertly massaged her clit, occasionally inserting his middle finger a little way up her cunt. Eleanor tried to stand still; in the gardens beneath them, one or two couples were strolling around arm in arm. She wasn’t sure what could be seen or heard from below, and although she tried not to make a sound, she was struggling to stay quiet as his tongue and fingers continued to do their work on her arse and cunt.

Matthew had stopped his divine licking and probing, she heard him tearing something like foil, he was opening a packet, and she realised it was a condom; he was going to bugger her. Hoping that she’d be able to accommodate him, she sensed him rolling the rubber onto his cock, shivering a little with anticipation. Sheathed, Matthew stood up, firmly opened her well-oiled, peachy little hole and prepared to push his cock into her arse.

“Be gentle, Matthew, please,” she begged, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it.”

“Sshhh, there’s a good girl, you’ll love it, you’ll see.” He pushed the head of his cock against her arsehole, which initially tightened against him.

“Relax, babe, I’ll be careful.”

Concentrating on relaxing, she felt him making room by using one of his fingers to open her sufficiently to push the head of his cock a little way into her. Taking gulps of the night air, feeling the residual warmth of the day on her skin, Eleanor felt the latex covered head of his cock pushing its way inside the tight sheath of her arse.

“Hold on, babe, I’m going bury myself into you now, relax, sshhh, just relax,” said Matthew, as he bore down. At last, he was right up to the hilt in her arsehole, and she felt his balls slap against her.

Clenching spasms moved between her arse and cunt, sending waves of lust coursing through her body, she felt stretched, full, it was incredible, she had never had anything up her arse before, and she was proud that she had been able to take his cock fully inside her tight sphincter.

“Mmm, God, you feel so tight, so glorious, babe. Hold on, I won’t last long, you’re gorgeous, you know that don’t you?”

Breathing raggedly, he held her hips and moved gently inside her, he didn’t draw his cock right out, he knew it could be hard to take that way the first time, but he’d have her begging him to bugger her in the future if he got this right. He was beside himself with lusty pleasure as he shagged her arse against the balcony wall of their suite. He could hear people walking around the gardens below them; he was fired up, and unable to hold on any longer, releasing his spunk in an explosion of orgasm, pumping into the condom with an inward shout of satisfaction as she sagged back against him. He knew that she hadn’t come, she hadn’t made any noise, either with pleasure or in pain, but he was confident that she had liked being buggered.

“Let’s go in, sweetheart,” he said, “I’ll run you a bath and pour us a drink.”

Letting him lead her inside, Eleanor didn’t reveal that she’d found the arse fuck surprisingly pleasurable. She didn’t intend to tell him how fantastic it had felt, not yet anyway.

Later, as they shared the enormous Jacuzzi bath, sipping Champagne, she rested against the cool sides and considered her luck. Earlier that evening, she had been thrilled when he’d presented her with a fabulous pair of diamond earrings and a matching choker.

“Much nicer than a dog collar, sweetheart but maybe not quite as much fun,” he’d said giving her the magnificent jewels. “Don’t put them on tonight. I want you to wear them for me on our last night in Venice.”

“Oh, Matthew they’re breathtaking, thank you,” she’d said, “I will.”

The next day Matthew phoned down to order breakfast in bed. The waiters arrived with a laden table, which they wheeled inside. The aroma of coffee filled the room, mixing with the warm scents drifting in from the gardens. He hadn’t missed the fact that one of the young men lingered, it certainly wasn’t for the tip, which Matthew had already generously provided. Following the direction of the lad’s stare Matthew realised that his gaze was fixed on Eleanor, propped up in bed reading a guidebook.

Hmm, thought Matthew, she did look sweet with her tousled fair hair and those lovely creamy shoulders, the promising breasts snug beneath the luxurious coverlet. He looked back at the lad, who realising that he’d been caught staring, flushed bright red, and started to back away towards the door.

“Grazie.”

“Mille grazie.”

“Prego.”

“Servirci anche domani per favour,” Matthew called after him.

“Si, Signore, Si.”

“He seems like an eager lad,” said Matthew.

“Mmm,” replied Eleanor, getting out of bed to join him for breakfast. “I’m ravenous.” She tucked into a bowl of fresh fruit salad, guidebook propped up beside her, and while Matthew poured their coffee, they discussed their prospects for the day ahead.

“Listen to this,” she said as she read aloud from the book, “‘The island of San Michele, located in the lagoon close to Venice, has been the city’s cemetery (cimitero) since the early nineteenth century. As Venice is an island community, it is not surprising that its graveyard is also an island, although the notion may seem odd at first. Formerly two islands, which are now joined together, the Isola di San Michele (St. Michael) is dedicated to the dead and is occupied only by churches and by long ranks of tombs.’ It sounds fascinating, Matthew.”

oOo

They spent the day sightseeing. Matthew asked the driver of the launch to go past the cemetery island of San Michele, which Eleanor had mentioned over breakfast when she had been reading about the island community of Venice. Now, as they glided past the wall which encircled the island, large gates dominating the centre, tall trees visible behind, she was deep in thought and seemed pensive. Matthew didn’t want to dwell too long and nodding a signal to the driver they picked up speed and headed away from San Michele toward the island of Burano. Matthew wanted Eleanor to see some of the quieter, less visited islands of Venice, the pretty island with its colourful houses would be ideal for a quiet lunch. They disembarked, and he arranged that the driver collect them later.

Eleanor was enchanted with the island’s little lanes, alleyways and small canals, the shops selling unique, locally produced lace fascinated her, many of them had women sitting outside their doorways making intricately delicate items. Matthew bought Eleanor a handkerchief as a souvenir before they went to lunch in one of the small cafes. Later, heads muzzy from the lunchtime wine, they met their driver who whisked them back across the water to their hotel stop on the quayside.

Wandering back along the street to their hotel, they passed the impressive building, which housed the Hungarian spa.

“Would you like to try the spa later?” Matthew asked.

“Yes please, it looks fantastic and would be so relaxing.”

“Wait here, I’ll pop in and book us an appointment,” he replied, running back along the street and bounding up the wide steps to the Spa’s reception.

oOo

That evening, relaxed from the fabulous dual massage they’d enjoyed at the Spa which offered an array of treatments, they walked the short distance back to their hotel, it was their last night in Venice and Matthew had ordered that a cold supper be served in their room, he hoped that it would be waiting on their return. He wasn’t disappointed; the table had been wheeled in, groaning under the weight of a splendid buffet. Impressed, Matthew pulled Eleanor’s chair out for her, poured them each a drink, and made a toast.

“To us, past, present and future,” he said, raising his glass.

The realisation that he wanted her to be part of his future sent a shiver of excitement tingling down Eleanor’s spine. Having already decided that she would like to become a more permanent fixture in his life she was delighted that the feeling was mutual and met his eyes with a smile.

“Go and put on your diamonds, sweetheart,” he said, “take everything else off.”

While Eleanor did his bidding, Matthew rang down to arrange collection of the table with the remains of their meal. The massage had left them sated, but he couldn’t wait to see her in the gems. She reappeared naked, long limbed, glorious, large but firm breasts, her tiny waist and gently curving hips looked magnificent. Her skin glowed, her hair upswept, the diamonds sparkled in her ears, and at her throat, the overall effect was superb, causing his cock to ache in his pants.

“Sit on the chair over there. Open your legs.”

Sitting in one of the armchairs, she brazenly opened her legs for him.

“Do you like your gift?”

“Yes, Matthew, I do. I like them very much indeed.”

“How much?”

“Immeasurably.”

“I’ll bear that in mind,” said Matthew, looking at her cunt glistening with moisture beneath her neatly trimmed, blonde bush.

“Looks good enough to eat,” he said, dropping to his knees between her legs.

He licked her cunt with long slurps, occasionally inserting his tongue into her hole, pressing his nose up hard against her clit while fingering her cunt relentlessly until she was squirming and moaning her way to orgasm. Afterwards, he lifted her into his arms, carried her to the bed, pushing her down, he parted her cheeks so that he could taste her delightful little arsehole. Expertly teasing her back to the edge of orgasm before fetching the anal beads that he’d thoughtfully packed, having decided that she was ready for more training.

“I want you to try these,” he said, holding up a string of half a dozen beads.

Closest to the ring at one end was the largest bead, each of the subsequent beads was slightly smaller than the last; the final bead on the string was smallest and would be inserted first.

“What are they?”

He was amazed that she hadn’t seen them before.

“Would you like to find out?”

“I don’t know, will they hurt?”

“No, you trust me don’t you. I haven’t let you down so far…have I?”

“I guess not.”

Matthew used the lube, rubbing a generous amount into her arsehole, taking the beads, inserting them one by one into her tight sheath until the largest was buried. Pulling on the exposed ring, he slowly removed them, and Eleanor wriggled as the beads popped back out one by one.

“Ooo, it feels strange.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“Say please, beg me and I’ll consider it.”

“Please, Matthew, please put those little beads back up me. I want you to put them into my arse and pull them out again. Oh, please, Matthew, do please.”

Repeating the process, Matthew inserted and removed the beads a number of times while she squirmed. As ordered, she begged him not to stop. Finally, he buried them into her arsehole thrusting his cock into her cunt at the same time. The momentum pushed her arse up, and face down into the mattress, and he fucked her extremely slowly as he pulled the beads out one by one. He lost count of the number of times he shoved the beads inside her while fucking her, but he carried on until she was genuinely begging him not to stop.

She looked glorious in a lather of ecstasy. The diamonds glittered at her ears and throat; her hot little cunt clutched at him as the spasms of orgasm engulfed them.

Much later that night, Matthew woke her up, he was already hard, wearing a cock ring buzzing on his erection, laughing he said.

“Do you want this vibrating up against you, sweetheart?”

She pulled him toward her and opened her legs. It was their last night in the enormous bed, and they tumbled in it together until the early hours.

The next day, Matthew was pleased that the waiter was as good as his word, pushing the laden breakfast table into their suite on his own and standing beside it, he took the fifty Euros that Matthew handed him.

“Sei finito per il giorno come d’accordo?” asked Matthew.

“Si Signore,” replied the lad.

“Desiderabile?” asked Matthew.

“Si Signore, lei ẻ splendida.”

Matthew’s eyes travelled to the young man’s crotch, thrilled to see a nice bulge forming in his black trousers, showing the promise of a sizable cock. Matthew looked over to Eleanor sitting up in bed, still glowing from last night’s session with their vibrating friend.

“Get out of bed please, sweetheart,” said Matthew quietly, “breakfast is here.”

“Matthew, I’m naked. The waiter.”

“Here’s your robe, get up and put it on. Come and sit at the table, there’s a good girl, Angelo has agreed to serve us as it is our last day, it would be rude to say no, don’t you think?”

“Very well,” replied Eleanor, struggling into the robe, trying not to expose herself to the lad standing quietly behind her chair waiting to assist her.

Angelo stared at Eleanor as he poured the coffee, her breasts pushing against the cloth of the silk robe that enhanced rather than concealed her curves.

“Do you like her?” Matthew asked the boy in Italian.

“Si. Si.”

“Serve her some juice and touch her,” continued Matthew in Italian.

Angelo leaned over to pour orange juice into Eleanor’s glass, deliberately spilling it into her lap.

Eleanor jumped up in shock, the cold juice penetrating the robe, soaking its way onto her skin.

“Mi dispiace!”

“Don’t worry,” she replied, moving toward the bathroom. “It’s okay, I’ll just go and shower.”

Standing, Matthew pulled her against him whispering urgently.

“No need for that, sweetie, I want you to let him fuck you. Go and lie on the bed, no arguments, no fuss.”