The Librarian In Rome

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A prequel to my Librarian Sex Stories.

Early in my career, I did a half year stint in Rome supporting our Italian client in their own backyard. I was recruited by Aurelio whom I had assisted when he was in Singapore earlier to do the ground work.

Before arriving, I was dreaming of all the wine, women & song, the merrymaking ala the ancient Roman ways in my own Roman hotel room in the Eternal City but things turned out very differently. At the Arrival Hall at Leonardo da Vinci Airport, a chauffeur who held a cardboard bearing my name picked me up & drove me to this massive villa north of Rome just outside the city ring road.

The 2 storey villa came with a basement & stood on even more massive real estate with lush landscape spotted with sculptures & surrounded by high fence with electrified wire monitored by cctvs. Connected by tunnel to the villa is a small single storey office building surrounded by an artificial pond. This was to be my place of work for the next half year. 4 other single-storey guest houses were located around the estate & I was housed in one of them with Aurelio & his teenage son, Brendon whom Aurelio bore with his now divorced English wife, another colleague Cliff, also an off-spring of an English mother but Bolivian father, raised in Peru & now married to a Italian living in Naples. All spoke English & both Aurelio & Cliff spoke Italian but Brendon being raised in London can understand Italian but can barely speak it. Cliff in addition is also fluent in Spanish & drove the 4 hours from Naples to Rome every Monday, stayed the working week in the guest house & made the reverse journey back to his family either Friday evening or Saturday morning.

Apart from the regular office staff, there were also the household staff which I would introduce as we move along.

The guest house assigned to me comprised 3 bedrooms, one occupied by Aurelio, one by Brendon & the last by Cliff. With my arrival, Brendon shifted to bunk with his father & I occupied his room. Every morning, a Filipina maid, Donita would come to housekeep in a golf buggy. Donita is a typical Filipina, pint size, skin a dark shade of brown & the texture a little rough due to a life of chores. She was always in a maid uniform & her shoulder length hair tied in a neat pony tail. Having spent several years in Rome already, she spoke Italian fluently & was coherent enough in English for us to understand each other.

The office staff worked regular 8 to 5 working days 5 days a week & Donita would be in the guest house before we woke & finished up the housekeeping after we left for the office. I observed her routine for a few days & decided to try to get her to do more than some housekeeping for me.

Unlike the local office staff, my lunch & dinner were catered for & I ate together with the household staff headed by Enzo, the butler in a large dining room. The food was prepared by the resident cook Farouk, a black Somalian Muslim who dished out authentic & tasty Italian fare. Farouk only used vegetables & fruits harvested from the neighbouring farm owned by our client & Enzo was proud to enlighten me that no pesticide was used. Only meat, poultry, dairy products & wine were purchased from elsewhere. Diluted white wine was always served but I always abstain. A tv would be showing Italian serials during lunch & during dinner, an irritating man would be hosting the Italian version of Wheel of Fortune. For the next few days, I sat next to Donita during meals, chatting with her & figuring her out, essentially making her comfortable with me. I would also discreetly brushed my arms against her arms, my legs against her legs hoping that those around the dining table would not noticed & I was gladden that Donita did not flinch & would even chose to sit beside me when I happened to arrive before her for meals. Thinking back, if I had taken the trouble to learn a mouthful of Tagalog, things would definitely be much easier.

I furthered my advances by waking up earlier than my house mates & walked around the house with just a short towel around my waist while Donita did the housekeeping. Sometime when I could sensed her eyes was on me while I sat on the sofa in the living room, I would intentionally hitched my towel higher to present her a view of my crown jewels. Once I even let the towel dropped to the floor. Donita quickly turned away, not in disgust but with a shy alluring smile on her lips. I retrieved the towel in extra slow motion & before I had the towel securely back on, Donita had turned around to face me, her eyes large & round & locked on my cock, her mouth slightly open & her fingers clenching her maid uniform tightly. I moved a little closer to her, looked into her eyes & offered a silent apology, my tongue licking my lips in an attempt at seduction. This time Donita excused herself & continued with her chores but I knew the time is ripe. The next phase of operation couldn’t be delay any much longer.

[TaurusGuy]

A well written story with nice build-up. Camping for more...

[bigmannow]

Quickly setting my italain camping equipment here..

[AD69]

Pitching my tent here too.

[topcook1]

Camping for more here....

[carmeo88]

Standby my sleeping bag here

[sidekick]

But before I could bed Donita, there was an appertiser.

Brendon with his mix of Italian & English blood was a striking handsome guy almost out of his teens. Tall & slim with dark auburn shoulder length hair & gleaming green eyes, he could be staring out of a fashion magazine but for his shabby dressing. He resembled a young John Lennon without the specs & a different colour of hair. Though nowhere near Lennon in song writing & signing, Brendon was tremendously gifted in drawing, especially with charcoal on paper. Brendon was not officially on our client’s payroll & most weekends, he would supplement his income by drawing portraits for tourists at Piazza Navona where the Bernini’s famous fountain of the 4 rivers is.

One weekend, I kept Brendon’s company & with bright sunshine, there was a good crowd. Romans & other Italians mingling with international tourists. After setting up, I left Brendon to his business & wandered around the plaza being entertained by the numerous buskers & browsing the usual souvenir stalls. Another artist, a plump Italian lady with a wide brim hat & sundress whom I chatted with asked me if I’m communist. As if all Chinese are communists & highlighted their ignorance.

When I returned to Brendon’s stall, he was attending to a pair of ladies. Brendon was finishing up on a joint portrait & on closer inspection, the pair looked as young if not younger than Brendon. Both had long dark hairs & Latin American features but spoke English with an American accent & street creed. As I joined them, Brendon introduced them as Gerry & Helena, Miami-born sisters who were on holiday with their Cuban immigrant parents. Gerry wore a short demin skirt with a “Benetton” tank top & Helena wore jeans topped with a recently purchased souvenir tee. They have broken off from their parent who had wanted to see the Basilica San Pietro again & the sisters were now looking for some unsupervised fun. Both girls were of course not in JLo’s class but Gerry, the elder one, was better looking with high cheek bones & perfect white teeth but with some acne scarring which her makeup was unable to conceal. Helena had very good skin but a few pounds extra on her which also gave her a fuller bosom.

As we talked, it was quite obvious from all the touching & the naughty jokes that the sisters were hitting on Brendon who was obviously enjoying the attention & was soaking it in.

“So, when are you knocking off?” Gerry asked.

“Whenever you are ready to knock me off” Brendon joked amid laughter.

Another half an hour of raunchy banter later, we or rather Brendon & the sisters were ready to move ahead & I was hoping to hitch a ride.

“How about back to your hotel rooms?” Brendon proposed.

“No way!” both sisters responded immediately. “The folks may be back anytime.” Gerry explained.

Brendon then excused ourselves on the pretext of buying them some drinks & asked me if I had any ideas. I told him that I’m lost here & could only chipped in monetarily to make this endeavour happened. Rome hotel rooms are pretty expensive & Brendon didn’t know of any cheaper alternatives (Where is Hotel 81 Roma when you need one?) but he had a fairly good lead & told me that I had to settle for Helena. I had no problem with that.

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We returned with aerated mineral water for everybody & we all helped Brendon packed up. Then we hailed a cab & we all packed into it & Brendon directed it to this large public square called Piazza Republica. We alighted & walked away from an old church & headed towards a large marble cladded building & I realized that it was a cinema, a cinema screening adult film that is. I bet Brendon must have spent many self-fulfilling hours here.

We bought tickets & made our way into the dim hall led by Brendon who obviously knew his way around & settled in a bank of 4 seats as far away from the general audience as we could. Gerry & Helena sat next to each other in the centre & Brendon sat on Gerry’s left & I on Helena’s right. The hall stank of beer, urine, cum, vomit & God knows what. Fortunately, the air-con gave us reprieve from Rome summer afternoon heat. Most of the mostly male audience was lean low into their well worn seats & soft grunts could be heard occasionally from those jerking off with inspiration from the silver screen. The film was typical XXX stuff & the dialogue was in Italian but we were not there for the show were we?

We were only in our seats for a few seconds when Brendon lost no time & pawed at Gerry like a dog pawing a bitch on heat. His hands were all over her, necking, kissing & frenching, quite oblivious to the rest of us. Helena & I spent a few awkward moments watching the movie & slowly got into the groove. My left hand inched across the back of Helena’s shoulders & pulled her close. At the same time, I turned to face her & my right hand reached under her tee for her boops which was still cladded by her bras. I put my mouth to the nape of her neck & she maneuvered herself to make it comfortable for me. I licked upwards along the neck seeking for Helena’s mouth. As lips met lips, we kissed & she bit on my lips, soft enough not to hurt me, hard enough for me to feel her teeth. When the opportunity arise, my tongue darted into her mouth & tasted tobacco faintly on her tongue. With her excitement mounting, Helena reached behind her & I assisted her to unhook her bra. Mine, teenage breasts are so firm! I caressed, fondled & squeeze her breast & tweaked her nipples until she started squirming involuntarily.

By now, I could feel the presence of people in our vicinity but they kept their distance, obviously voyeurs & we felt safe enough to proceed with whatever we were doing.

I lifted Helena’s tee above her breast exposing smooth firm flesh & small nipples on small areoles. Unexpectedly, Helena put one 1 hand around my neck & pulled me to her breasts & her nipples in particular & commanded, “Suck it hard.” in a soft but firm whisper. I teased her by intentionally avoiding the nipples but kissed & licked around them & enjoying myself watching her trying to direct her nipples into my mouth. Eventually, I relented & took her nipples in, sucking as hard as Helena would allow me, throwing in a little nibbling & hearing muffled moans coming from her mouth. Heavens! Teenage nipples taste so sweet. As I lifted my head from Helena’s boops to take a breather, I was surprised to see that Brendon was no longer in his seat. I squinted in the dimness & realized that he was knelling on the floor, his face under Gerry’s short skirt between her thighs & Gerry’s eyes closed in ecstasy.


Helena’s right hand was now reaching for my groins & I quickly unzipped, pulled my jeans & underwear down a little, giving Helena access to my cock which was already erect & hard. I let Helena played with my cock to her contention & reached across to also unzipped her jeans. I tried to pull them way down her knees hoping to emulate Brendon but despite her high state of arousal, she was still in control of herself & refused to let me pulled it down so far fearing she would have no time to react should something happen. So I played with her surprising soft pubic hair, teased her clitoris & inserted perhaps only 1 joint of my middle finer into her cunt but that was enough to feel her lush wetness which I relished by licking them off my fingers. I returned my hand to Helena’s pussy & rubbed the entire length of my middle finger along her vagina slit. Gently & slowly at first from clit to anus & when I felt her pleasure mounting, rolling the tip of my middle finger vigorously on her clit & forcing half my middle finger into her cunt to feel her spasm as she came.

Gerry was a different ball game but perhaps the short skirt made it easier. Either Brendon or she herself has lifted her legs on the back of the front seat, her ankles resting on the edge, her tiny panty hanging on 1 ankle, legs wide apart. Gerry skirt was now at her waist, the sound of dogs lapping water giving hint to what Brendon was doing & the unmistakable smell of cunt juice was in the air. Gerry threw her head back against the back rest, her hands gripping the arm rest hard & her teeth biting her lips trying to prevent the moans coming out of her gut from getting out of her mouth. Despite Helena’s attention, I reached across & put my hands through the arm hole in Gerry’s tank top to fondle her breast for a few gratifying moments.

Precum was oozing out of my cock & I pulled Helena’s head towards it & was relieved that there was no protestation from her. In fact, she willingly put her mouth over my cock & licked off the precum before putting the entire mushroom head into her mouth & sucked away with gusto. It was quite difficult to simultaneously play with Helena’s breasts & pussy while she sucked my cock but I did the best I could. Then I sensed movement beside us & noticed Brendon standing up & guiding Gerry out the aisle probably to a more comfortable place to do their deed. I was also getting a bit uncomfortable trying to reach breasts & pussy & decided to lay back & enjoy Helena’s oral talent. Helena was now playing my cock like a Chinese flute & occasionally licking my balls, apparently enjoying herself as much as I was. The action on the screen was also making it difficult for me to control myself & I gestured to Helena to pump my cock but still keeping the crown in her mouth. Helena dutifully obliged & within minutes, I felt myself coming & used my hands to held her head in place while I unloaded my Chinese sperm into her Latino mouth.

As we lay back to recover, we could also felt the voyeurs dispersing & on clue, both Brendon & Gerry came back to join us with satisfied smiles on their face. We cleaned ourselves up whatever way we could & left he hall, hailed another cab but this time we dropped the sisters off at the Spanish Steps where they said is nearer to their hotel.

And that was my first Roman experience albeit with a Latino girl.

[bigmannow]

Well done bro..that's how ppl should watch a movie in cinema.. not jus watch action but also do action

[sidekick]

Helena whipped up my appetite for a full course sexxion & I fixed my focus on Donita.

I kept interacting with her during meals & soon she proceeded to giving me playful punches here or pinches there in response to my verbal teasing. Donita also handled my laundry & I jokingly accused her of keeping my underwear (which were really missing) which earned me an angry stare which morphed into giggles as she gave me a pinch. She told me she had not been back to her home, Cebu for more than a year & shall be returning for a long hard earned holiday in a few weeks time.

Because of the expectation of a good time in Rome & the worry that I may not be able to get my hand on them conveniently, I had brought along a large carton of condoms which I now stashed in the dressing drawer.

When I woke up one morning with grey clouds that threatened to break into summer rain & feeling the need for female warmth, I decided to put my plan into motion. Instead of getting out of bed & into the living room to keep Donita company while she housekeep, I stripped naked & stayed in bed. Donita arrived in the buggy & soon the din of housekeeping began. The din died down after about 10 minutes & Donita must be wondering why I was not out in the living room. Then I heard soft tentative knocking on my door & I quickly kicked the blanket down the bed, put a pillow over my face & pretended to be asleep in my birthday suit, legs spread wide, my family jewels for Donita to peruse & admire. Another minute passed before I heard the door scrapping the carpet & then closing with a soft tap. There was complete silence for a while & I panicked thinking that perhaps it wasn’t Donita who had entered my room. I threw the pillow aside & thank God it was Donita standing beside my bed staring at my cock.

“So long never see one already.” Donita said gently.

“Well, I hope you like it.” I replied & patted the bed for her to sit beside me.

Without hesitation, Donita sat, her hands now gently on my thighs, inches from my cock & asked, “You ok? How come not out in living room.” Care & concern in her voice.

“Can be better, I presume. Maybe you can help. I’m sure you can help. First, you can go to the dressing drawer to bring me my medication.” I requested.

With some concern on her face, she walked to the dressing table & pulled opened the drawer. The carton of condoms was staring at her & at first she didn’t caught on. When she did, Donita grabbed the box, walked to my bed & threw it at me, put her hands on her hips & scolded me in mock anger, “You naughty boy! I spank you with my bare hands.” At which I promptly turned over & offered her my bare ass. Unfortunately, the sound of my housemate rising put an end to our play acting & before she could hurried out of my room, I told her with a wink that I would be going to the office late today. She replied with a smile that can only meant joy in my heart & pleasure between my thighs. After Donita had gone out of my room, I put a towel around my waist, feigned lethargy & sickness & told my housemates that I will sleep in for a while before going to the office.

I then went back to my room, picked a pack of condom from the box on the bed & proceeded into the attached bathroom. I turned on the tap slightly to fill the bath tub slowly with hot water & placed the pack of condom in a convenient location. With everything in place, I went back to my bed & waited eagerly for the guys to leave, for Donita to finish her chores & come quench my desire.

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The next few minutes, I could hear the hum of the vacuum cleaner over the noise the guys were making in the kitchen preparing & eating breakfast. After a while, I could hear the guys leaving for the office & the door closing with a bang. The hum of the vacuum cleaner continued for another few minutes before the house fell quiet.

My heart beat was rising with anticipation & none too soon, I saw the door opening slowly & Donita sticking her head into my room. Sitting in my bed, I put on my best smile & spread my arms to welcome her. In a flash, Donita leaped from behind the door & (surprise! surprise!) revealed herself to me in all her glorious nakedness. Man, she must be hornier than me, probably craving for some forbidden male company & likely had been masturbating herself to sleep at nights.

I got up from my bed & we fell into a tight embrace. I could feel her nipples on her small boops against my body, my cock against her body & the ticklish sensation of her bush against my thighs. My hands explored her flesh & felt a tinge of sweat from the labour of her morning chores, the very reason for the bath tub that should be filling up by then. I held her hand & led her into the bathroom, turned off the tap, squeezed a generous dollop of bubble bath solution into the water & agitated the water to form the bubbles. I stepped into the tub first, followed by Donita, after taking another few seconds to bun up her hair. She stood, back to me leaning against my front & my hands instinctively cupped her breasts & fiddled with her now semi-erect nipples. I necked her, my tongue tracing lines from her shoulders to her ears & Donita reached back for my cock, played with it & then rubbed my cock head against her ass cheeks. The water was gradually losing its warmth & we lowered ourselves into the tub, the water level rising & overflowing over the brim. I sat with my legs wide apart, Donita between them, now leaning heavily on me. I raised her legs above the water level, hooking an ankle on each side of the tub edge, spreading her thighs wide for me to toy with her pussy as the waves caused by our motion lapped sensuously against us. As I fingered & worked on her clitoris & labia, Donita tuned her head back & we engaged in a long luscious bout of frenching with “ooohhh” “ “aarrgghh” as we broke.

I knew Donita would be missed if we linger too long & quickly got her on sit at the end of the tub where a narrow ledge allow some form of comfort for her bums & a wall to rest her back. Again, I spread her legs apart, now instead of ankles hooking, each heel is resting on opposite edge of the tub. I took the hand held shower spray & sprayed the lather off her body. That done, I started feasting on Donita. I started by kissing on the inside of Donita’s thighs & as she got aroused, she started to pulled my head towards her pussy. I encouraged her to part her labia with the middle & fore fingers of one hand & I greedily lick along her virginal slit, the freshness of the lemon fragrance of the bubble bath still very much apparent. But as I licked, her juice flowed & the musky scent took over, her hips twitching & twisting, trying to keep her pussy in contact with my tongue.

“Put tongue iinnnn…” Donita urged in between her “ooohhhs” & “aarrgghhs” And I obliged.

As Donita was cleanly scrubbed by me, I traced my tongue further down & very naturally she lifted her butts off the ledge & I gave her a few tentative flicks with the tip of my tongue on her ass hole. As Donita cringed in pleasure, squeezing her butt cheeks together as it to trapped my tongue, I gave her a sterner licking coupled with a finger into her wet juicy cunt looking for her G spot. Whether, I found it or not I didn’t know but the spasm in her cunt were real & Donita’s body tensed & her breast heaved heavily. Donita pulled my head up & placed my mouth over her clit & I kept teasing it with my tongue until her pleasure waves subsided & her muscle relaxed.

But before she was too relaxed, I gestured for her to turn around, bent her body forward & supported by her hands on the end ledge of the tub. I kept her legs together & inserted my cock in between her thighs & grinded against her ass. As she kept the motion going, I reached for the pack of condom, tore it open & prepared to wear it on my cock. I raised her left leg onto the tub edge & asked her to hold it there, I slipped the condom on & quickly inserted it into Donita still wet cunt. Donita gasped & I let her felt it, pushing my cock as far in as her cunt would allow me. It was a long titillating sexxion & I knew I couldn’t hold on too long. I grabbed Donita’s hips with my hands & pump away, gradually increasing in tempo & rhythm. Donita was fighting back, pulling away when I withdrew & pushing in when I thrust, the meeting of flesh resulting in loud slapping sound. As I thrust harder & faster, Donita was letting off loud moaning & knowing that this guest house was far off from the villa/office, not a soul except me within a good 100m, I loudly grunted along in harmony.

Suddenly, Donita dropped her leg from the edge of the tub & pressed her thighs tightly together, leaving my hard cock in a vice grip in her cunt. Donita shuddered slightly as she came again & I rock on with all I had, finally cumming with a prolong spray after a energy sapping sexxion.

By this time, Donita was fighting for time & we took a quick bath together. No sooner had I stepped out of the bathroom, the internal telephone rung. Enzo was on the other side asking about Donita.

“I didn’t feel well this morning & I threw up just now. Donita was helping me clean up & is about done now.” I lied.

“Oh I see. Do you need a doctor? Make sure Donita takes good care of you.” Enzo said.

“No, I don’t need a doctor & yes, Donita is taking VERY GOOD CARE of me. Thank you.” I thus ended the call.