CUM DIARIES: Venice & all its beauties part 3

I jolt up, my body as if falling down an elevator shaft. As I catch my breath, quickly I come to the realization that this girl is keeping my occupied during the day with her company and at night in my dreams. I hit the snooze button and swipe my phone to log into my app and see what’s been going on in other timezones as i scratch the crumble in corner of my eyes. Satisfied with the early morning finances it was time to satisfy myself. Being in the hotel of the prospective person I’d like to bed it was impossible to dial the regular Venetian number, nothing was going to stand in my way. Not even myself. I had been dry for the entire time of this trip thus far. Across the narrow sea in the industrial town of Koper lies a super sweet assistant of the Eastern Europe Freight Manager. Something about the thick smell of rust mixed with heavy fuel our cargo boats use gives me such an arousal. And Slorana is always ready to comply whenever I’m around. The type of girl who knows how to have sexy unassuming fun. My visits don’t come soon enough in Koper, there is a difference in being beautiful and down right sexy ready to fuck. Slorana is the latter. I don’t even know the Freight manager’s name, maybe its because whenever he talks I can see her in the background of the office, purposely dropping stationary and slowly picking them up in her high heels, slightly parted, shorty high waisted skirt. I catch fleeting glimpses of her white french nickers and a heavy meaty bulge of her pussy. Such a well oiled machine that squirts warm love when pounded hard and in the right way. I can almost see a small patch on her nickers as she bends, slowly, longer than necessary. As she walks to the desk with some excuse or another to grab my attention once again, I ask the Yannick to go across the road to fetch me a coffee. For a second he looks perplexed and was about to send the secretary, however he realized all to quickly what I meant. He removed himself from behind his desk and quickly in double step fashion left the office, closing the door firmly as he left. I’m pretty sure he never went across the road to get me the coffee as the canteen downstairs also made a great brew. It was more of a mutual understood term we’d use which meant that I wanted to get fresh with Slor. As large an appetite I have for these things, this particular girls inability to contain her squirting set a backdrop of some pretty embarrassing after scenes for her, the manager and the cleaner who had to deal with the aftermath and had no idea that I was the culprit and not poor Yannick who was always doing the deed. To be far he might also be ploughing into this piece of ass and who wouldn’t at least try. Somehow I doubt it though, never bite the hand that feeds and after finger blasting her two in the pink and one in the stink I doubt anyone would enjoy shaking my hand however they all do.I was promised a lovely day cruising on her Riva through the canals and around the islands, I cleared my whole day’s schedule which didn’t bother me at all. When you get to a certain level, it becomes a whole game of people constantly thinking of ways to take more and more from you. So putting all of that off was not difficult to persuade me to do. With both Slor and this Venetian girl on my mind it was high time for a five knuckle shuffle. I had to get a load out if I was going to successfully rock the boat with her. I didn’t want to have such a big bullet in the chamber as to blast her tonsils off should it come to that situation. Having a girl choke nearly to death on your cum is quite a buzz kill so unless I purposely want to fuck them off after I’m done, i prefer to take the necessary precautions and take the trusted old chap for a walk before the intended run. My mind had been ticking how to create and direct more business to Venice so that I could have more and more of a legitimate excuse for being able to come and service this Venetian piece of ass more often. Not too much mind you, that would upset the whole balance and ecosystem of asses. No as tasty as I anticipated this fuck to be, I wasn’t ready to hang my balls on the mantle and give up my spiked track shoes, running first place in the sport I loved so much. But something that ensured my return every quarter would suit me fine. I briefly thought of commissioning another boat, but that kind of frivolous spending sends the wrong image to investors. I’d have to sell what I’m currently sailing with back home in Malta first before I purchase another. Just as I shot my load I heard a gently knock on the door, I was still sporting my morning wood and knew it wasn’t the hotel service. I’d be damned that she tries to fuck me here in her hotel for the first time, especially since I now painted a picture of getting a blowjob whilst motoring the canals in Venice with a cold pint of Peroni in my hands, some Miles Davis blasting louder than the hum of the big petrol engines, my balls slapping her chin and my mind shouting “fuck you all!!!” as I make my way to one of the islands she told me to navigate to. Visit official site, Search for