I'm Rosy, and although somebody will call me slut, I don't regret anything of what I have done in my life.
My parents were part of a religious group, so I learned sex out of the strict beliefs of my parents. After that i turned eighteen unfortunately they decided to go in a monastery to spend life in poverty, letting me alone and without money, so I had to find a job
It was the summer of 1977, a troubled time in Italy between bombings, bloody robbers and kidnappings, the Red Brigade, but luckily I found a work as a waitress in Finale, a Ligurian seaside resort, in an important 4-star hotel. Obviously, my plans were to go to College and were changed so I would not prosecute to study, but this was far in the future. This work was the last legacy of my past, since I had to start from scratch, as they say poor in cane.
Sex was a backup option, to be used as it came. “Don’t waste your beauty, darling, but use it when you need”, was one of the last advice given by my father.
The work was tiring but well paid, many customers used to give generous tips, others were playboys always ready to slap a hand in your ass.
I started to redo the room of Mr. Sperti, a handsome thirty-year-old boy who was an actor in photo novels. Good for him to earn his dues with a silly work like this!, I thought.
And dressed as a maid I could hardly be attractive: the only thing that was noticeable were my feet magnificently painted dark red in the open hooves, but otherwise I was bundled up in that apron that also made me fat: but with the right movements, who knows what could happen.
I could fuck for pleasure but also to get something in return, after all what was the harm? As it happened to me when I hitchhiked to Finale.
"It can be dangerous, don't you think? With everything you hear in the news, terrorists, robbers," my friend Marianna told me. She was the last person from my past that I still had to say goodbye. She helped me to arrange something for the trip, and finally I was ready to go with my backpack hoisted on my back, like a good hitchhiker.
"Are you kidding? You won't believe everything the newspapers say," I replied jokingly and hugging her we wished each other good luck.
I walked on a state road, after all from my little town to the sea there were just over 100 kilometers, not a great distance.
Yes, I thought a few hours later, near midday, but with the right steps. I had made a short ride with two motorists who had lengthened my road more than anything else.
The third step never seemed to come, but in the end I decided that I had to stimulate the drivers in some way. So I tied my blouse around my waist uncovering my belly button, then I lifted my skirt exposing my naked thigh.
The third car stopped with a loud brake noise. "I need to get near Savona," I asked to a blond, bearded man in a Fiat 125 in a hopeful tone.
He looked at me a little distraught, perhaps for heat wave July that seemed so soffucating in early afternoon, or just for my look. Then he opened up in a smile. "Let's see what we can do," and he let me in.
He was a sales representative, complete with a suitcase with various clothes in the back seat, and his name was Attilio.
"Bras, panties," described his set, and looking at me continued in a smugly tone. "If you wore them, you'd be an ideal customer of mine, with your shapes," and I laughed.
"But I have a bra today," and I pushed my blouse aside to reveal the top piece. "And what about the panties?" she continued, looking at me mischievously.
“Perhaps I would need them”, and turned around spreading my legs, "What do you think?" And from his startled face I knew that he must have seen my black hair.
We continued on for a few more kilometers, when he entered a clearing and stopped the car.
"Listen, Rosy, I'm not against going a few more kilometers to get you to Savona, in fact, from what you told me you have to go to Finale, but...", and he put his hand on my bare legs.
"Hmm, you guys always seem to be thinking about that," I looked at him shaking my head.
He began to protest but I put my finger on his lips. "Let's go to a quiet place and fuck me stupid...", and he laughed embarrassed and started the car again.
He took me to a secluded country road, we went out and he pulled out a plaid.
"You're ready, huh," I told him, "Just in case," he replied blushing.
We lay down on the sheet in the middle of the grass, I quickly took off my skirt and blouse while he undressed in turn, then I began to kiss him all over.
He had a nice hairy chest and Attilio was actually cute even in his awkward being, so I decided to give him my best shot. His cock was a surprise, not too long but very thick: the idea of taking it in my mouth made my lips wet.
I kneeled on the soft grass and I began to kiss his glans, licking its tip and slowly swallowing its shaft, already hard.
My throat was filled when his dick disappeared inside of me, then I took it out spraying drool everywhere; I smiled to him, then I began again to eat his cock, sensing his pre-cum and becoming horny myself.
I sucked it moaning louder and louder, only letting it go after nearly choking.
A passing look between us made me climb on his pole, the eyes of Augusto already lost in the desire to fuck a young goddess like me.
He cupped my huge tits, holding them tight and then beginning to kiss my nipples when I sank deep his cock inside my cunt.
“Ohh Rosy”, groaned with a husky voice, my pussy leaking juices, nearly dizzy of pleasure.
“Ahhh”, cried without restraint when Augusto took my hips and began to ride me faster and faster, his dick throbbed my vaginal walls giving eletric spasm all over my body when his cock exploded inside my cunt.
“Jesus Christ!”, roared Augusto taking it out of me and spraying white semen all over my tummy, and I lowered to take it in my face.
I took two strand of cum and eat them up like spaghetti, eyeing my lover lied on the grass. I crouched and our tongues licked each other in a wet kiss.
“You’re so wonderful”, said to me in a hurried voice, breathless, and we held each other for long minutes, watching the sky dances with our naked bodies in a state of suspension.
"And Let it be Finale," he told me, starting the car again, still half naked and in some way embarrassed like shy lovers.
"I earned it, didn't I?", I replied, and trying jokingly to heighten the mood, stretched a grass- stained foot over his crotch, making him moan with excitement.
I was awakened by the memory when the key fell from my hand, and retrieving it, I tried to come back on the work ahead. Who knows how much underwear Attilio had sold in the two weeks that had passed since our meeting, it strangely occurred to me as I knocked on room 202.
I knocked but getting no answer I went in, probably the great actor was not there and he was drunk in some alley; I began to tidy up when Francesco, as he was called, jumped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.
"Oh, excuse me, sir...", "Go figure, and by the way, call me Francesco", he replied with his usual charm.
I gave him one of my best smiles, and admired his gorgeous muscular chest: hmm, who knows underneath...
I roused myself from my fantasies and began to make the bed, while he resumed speaking: "You saw my fans yesterday, they made a lot of mess right...", he said in a voice no less persuasive than his appearance.
"Oh, but it must be good to be idolized," and I glanced at him in passing. "It's nothing special, believe me," he concluded with a wry sigh.
In getting on the bed I must have lifted my apron a little, because I felt his eyes on me, and unconsciously but not too much I had taken off my hooves and at that moment I was on all fours with the soles of my feet in plain sight.
"Not all maids are as beautiful as you," Francesco resumed, and I saw him put the towel around his waist: was I fantasizing or did he have an erect cock underneath?
"I was thinking", and he approached the bed, when he magically stood naked, "oh excuse me!", but I don't think it was accidental: his penis was really stretched, one of the longest I had ever seen, taking into account even the hot magazines.
I turned around to let him kiss me tenderly on the mouth, I couldn't even believe it, an actor loved like him by the girls who chose me among so many?
He made me get out of bed and touched all over the place, lifting my apron, taking off all the buttons, and then throwing me on the mattress with only panties and bra.
She began to take off my panties, and I unhooked the underwires of my bra: "Mmm Rosy, what breasts do you have...", and she kissed them and then began without delay to stimulate my pussy with two fingers.
Suddenly, he raised my legs beginning to kiss deeply my cunt, touching the clit with soft hands. I was beginning to tremble from the treatment that was giving me, and spreading my legs I invited him to go further.
“No hesitation…”, and with a blink of the eye Francesco sucked my pink nipples, while slowly his cock was pointing through my wet pussy.
We held in each other’s arms, soon our tongues were tangled tighter, while his boner was throbbing harder and harder in my cunt, making me moan and tremble at the same time.
“Ohhh”, I erupted in a cry of joy, sensing that my vaginal walls were pulsing with this cock within me, and many orgasm shook my body.
He sensed my pleasure and took it out and in of me, before making me turn and beginning to fuck me doggy-style holding my hair with brutal pleasure.
"Christ don’t stop!" I whimpered and coming in big droplets he took his cock out making me turn again and spraying his white nectar all over my face and my tongue. Wishing not to stain the sheets I licked all the goblets in the bed, while Francesco was looking me funny.
"What a porky you are”, said jokingly slapping me on the but, “would you like to make photonovels?", he asked me-
"Hmm, there are two things I like. Fuck...", and I made a movement with my hand "the floors. And—" I spread my legs obscenely, "fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
Laughing, he gave me one last kiss on the mouth and a generous tip before going to get dressed.
So in the next weeks Francesco recommended me to some friends, who came to Finale even just to fuck a young waitress but with the physique of a woman. But for this and more you'll have to wait for a new chapter of my story...
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