Chapter 28: Giovanna and then Venla and Aino

After the confusing weekend with Susan and Nina, I went back to London for a booking with the famous Italian news anchor Giovanna. When I arrived at her luxurious penthouse suite, the panoramic view of the city paled in comparison to Giovanna herself. She greeted me at the door, her silk robe draped over her figure, cinched at her slim waist. A generous amount of cleavage peeked out just enough to tease without being too obvious. Her movements were slow, deliberate, each step a silent declaration of her awareness of the effect she had on people.

Giovanna—an unforgettable name for a woman who was as well-endowed and curvy as she was strikingly blonde, with pouty lips that could easily inspire impure thoughts. The kind of woman whose smoldering gaze could make a man’s cock twitch with need, leaving him struggling to maintain control.

Why so many Italian journalists looked as if sculpted from a male fantasy was beyond me. Wasn’t their profession supposed to be about the news? Who would listen to anything she said when a subtle movement of her body caused her jugs to bounce? I was sure, of course, that Giovanna had been chosen for her brilliant intellect, not her sex appeal—I chuckled at the thought, unable to suppress a wry smirk.

As I began the massage, it was nearly impossible to keep my focus on Giovanna. My hands glided over her silky skin, but my thoughts drifted to the vivid memories of that electrifying weekend with Nina and Susan—the way our connection deepened as we shared our bed with the young, virgin nanny. Giovanna’s soft gasps filled the air, each sultry sigh echoing in my mind like a siren’s call, reminding me of the pleasure I’d savored just days before.

The busty Italian squirmed under my touch, her body responding eagerly as I traced my fingers along her curves, every stroke igniting her desire. Even as she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy washing over her, I couldn’t shake the vision of Nina’s sweet release—the way she moaned my name, her body trembling beneath me, paired with Susan’s loving gaze that shone with approval. The delight of plunging into Nina’s tight tunnel flashed through my mind, igniting a fire within me that was hard to contain. I struggled to maintain my composure, the intoxicating scent of Giovanna’s arousal filling the air, mixing with my own lust.

Then, as if sensing my inner turmoil, Giovanna opened her legs wide, her inviting posture radiating need and desire. She looked up at me with lascivious eyes, her generous curves beckoning me closer, promising untold pleasures that made my heart race. All I could think was how I wished it was Nina beneath me, her youthful body igniting my desires like a flame.

I plunged deep into her warmth, feeling her sweltering heat envelop me as I started to thrust. Giovanna moaned softly, her body arching up to meet my movements, urging me to go deeper. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her, and I could feel her body responding to every stroke, tightening and clenching around me. Her soft gasps transformed into passionate cries, filling the room with the intoxicating sound of her pleasure, but all I could picture was Nina, her innocent face and lithe body haunting my thoughts.

As I continued, her breaths quickened, and I watched her face contort in bliss as another orgasm washed over her, her eyes fluttering as if she was close to passing out from the intensity. I could see the blissful surrender in her eyes as she succumbed to the waves of ecstasy, her body quaking and trembling beneath me. Her back arched, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in closer as if she wanted to meld our bodies into one.

“More,” she gasped, her voice dripping with lust. “Please, don’t stop!”

With each thrust, I pushed her closer to the edge, savoring the feeling of her sinuous body against mine, every inch of her igniting a primal fire within me. But even as I took her to new heights, thoughts of Nina consumed me, her youthful energy and the intoxicating spark she ignited in me battling against the pleasure I was giving to Giovanna.

Giovanna cried out again, a series of explosive orgasms ripping through her, leaving her breathless and pleading for more. I could feel her walls tightening around me, milking me as if they were coaxing every last drop of pleasure from my body, and yet, in the back of my mind, I longed for Nina’s warmth, wishing it was her body quaking beneath me instead.

Even when I finally released my seed into Giovanna’s sexy body after long, passionate, and ecstatic hours, my thoughts were consumed with the complete happiness and contempt I had felt when Nina had received my cum, with Susan holding our hands, sharing in our blissful connection.

As I pulled away from Giovanna’s luxurious penthouse, a wave of confusion washed over me. The blissful warmth of her body lingered on my skin, but my mind was a chaotic whirlwind of memories, primarily of Nina. How could I get her out of my head long enough to focus on my massages again?

I had a day to kill before Angela had arranged three back-to-back bookings, and I needed clarity.

I strolled through the bustling streets of London, my thoughts drifting from one tantalizing scenario to the next. What I needed was some wild fun—something reckless to cleanse my mind of the intoxicating feelings that came with my weekend. A wild one-night stand, no strings attached, seemed like the perfect antidote to my predicament. It was time to reclaim my focus and my sanity.

With thoughts racing, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. My eyes landed on walking wet-dream Laila, her note unmistakable: “Available for XXX action.” I smirked at the thought, but my pulse didn’t quicken. Next were Sally, Melody, and Gina—stacked hotties with a note hinting they were up for a wild night; a foursome with them could provide the reckless release I craved. But then, a recent message caught my eye. It was from Venla and Aino.

We had exchanged flirty messages, revealing they were flight attendants for a Finnish airline, both in committed, long-term relationships with much older partners who had sent them on this trip to make up for the time they lacked together. They felt entitled to indulge in whatever pleasures they wished, including me.

Before I could open their message, I had to cross a busy street. Pocketing my phone and weaving through the traffic, my mind spiraled, imagining the kind of invitation waiting in my inbox. My thoughts flashed back to how we had first met—while I was on a date with Sandy.

They had watched, wide-eyed, as Sandy lost herself in ecstasy when I fingered her in that darkened storefront near the bar. Their subtle act of pretending to wait for a taxi while peeking through the shadows was more than mere curiosity—it was voyeurism at its finest. Sandy’s screaming orgasm had left no room for doubt about what I had done to her, and it had only stirred their curiosity further.

I smirked at the memory while navigating the traffic. The event that prompted them to follow us outside the bar was Aino witnessing Xiaomei stumble out of the men’s room just after me, legs shaking, cum still dripping down her thighs. What made it all the more shocking was that we returned to different partners when we reached the bar.

Watching us flirt with our oblivious dates in the bar, knowing we had cheated on them in the men’s room, fueled Venla’s and Aino’s fantasy all evening. That risqué, messy, audacious betrayal—shocking, naughty, and wildly outside the confines of their mundane, bourgeois lives in Finland—was a tempting, erotic transgression that ignited their imagination.

When I brazenly led Sandy past them after her wild release, her body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, it had been a power move. I could feel their eyes on us, drinking in every tantalizing moment. Venla hadn’t been able to stop herself—her breath quickened as she slid a note with her number into my hand. She knew exactly what she was doing; she was playing with fire, and it thrilled her.

As I crossed the last part of the intersection, I reflected on how the week away from their boyfriends had left their sexual needs, ignited by our chance encounter in the bar, unsatisfied. With my flirty messages, I had fueled the fire even more, teasing out their deeper cravings. I had even challenged them to visit a strip club for women—complete with hung male strippers. This was not just to see how far I could push their boundaries; I also knew that strip clubs leave you hungry, unsatisfied, and dripping with untapped desire.

I imagined they were now as horny as wildcats, ready to rip my clothes off. Once I reached the other side of the street, I retrieved my phone to open their message, anticipation coursing through me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw them posing in sexy lingerie, their sultry smiles daring me to join them. Their invitation to “show them the city on their last night in town” was utterly irresistible.

A wild rendezvous with Venla and Aino promised the thrill I craved, a perfect distraction from Nina, if only for a night. This was exactly what I needed. With a sense of urgency, I typed a quick reply, letting them know I was on my way, not even bothering to return home to change. I wouldn’t be keeping my clothes on for long anyway.

As I made my way through the vibrant streets of London, a rush of excitement surged through me, the promise of wild, reckless ecstasy fueling my every step. I could already imagine their baby-smooth skin beneath my fingertips, the intoxicating taste of their bodies as I kissed every inch of them, their soft moans filling the air as they surrendered to my touch.

When I showed up at their rented apartment with my massage equipment, my expectations were surpassed. They greeted me at the door, smiling and beaming—and also bare-chested! The sight of their generously stacked breasts, full and firm, standing proudly, shocked and thrilled me—and stopped a few people walking by in their tracks. Their fair Scandinavian skin highlighted their red nipples, making the entire scene tantalizing and alluring, if not outright scandalous.

The way they were blissfully oblivious to the onlookers showed me they were not shy. Their confidence in their bodies made my pulse quicken. Both wrapped their arms around my neck, pulling me into heated kisses. The fresh air outside had hardened their nipples, which teasingly brushed against me as we embraced. Even before we closed the door, they had ignited a fire deep within me that made my blood boil.

Once we were inside, I stepped back to admire their bodies. Both Venla and Aino were almost as tall as me, with legs that seemed to go on forever. Their delicate features and pale Scandinavian skin, framed by long, golden hair, completed their statuesque beauty, making them look like two perfect, erotic goddesses from a Scandinavian tale.

Venla, slightly older at twenty-seven, stood confidently at the door, her generous breasts high and proud, their creamy softness interrupted only by the bright red of her firm nipples. Her smooth, flat stomach led down to the curve of her hips, and the hint of muscle tone in her thighs added to the impression of a woman following a strict workout regime.

I turned towards Aino, who was leading me into the living room. At twenty-five, she was only slightly younger and equally stunning. Her smaller, yet perfectly perky breasts thrust forward, each crowned with dusky pink nipples that seemed to beg for attention. As I followed her lead, I was utterly captivated by her jaw-droppingly perfect bubble butt, the obscenely short cut-off jeans failing to conceal the enticing curve of her thighs, irresistibly drawing my gaze with every sultry step she took.

I was glad I had prepared the hidden cameras in my bag so that they were already filming everything before I knocked on their door. They would provide wonderful footage of that incredible ass walking in front of me.

When we reached the living room, I barely managed to put the bag down on a table overlooking the room before they threw me onto the sofa. As the bare-chested Venla straddled my lap, I rejoiced at the wisdom of having placed the bag such that the cameras had a perfect angle for the action on the sofa.

Her warmth radiating through her skin as she unbuttoned my shirt with the eagerness of a bitch in heat drew blood into the lower parts of my body. Aino joined in, tugging at my jeans and shoes until I was down to my underwear. Feeling the heat of Venla’s soft pussy on my half-stiff penis through the thin fabric of my boxers and her skirt sent my heart racing. At the same time, Venla’s large jugs pressed against my bare chest, their creamy softness an irresistible combination with the hardness of her stiff nipples. Then she lowered her mouth to attack mine, pushing her tongue deep into me and igniting an intoxicating frenzy of desire.

I felt the warmth of her skin against my lips as I lavished attention on her sensitive bud, teasing it with my tongue, swirling and flicking until she let out a soft moan, her body arching into me, begging for more.

Aino gasped at the sensation of my fingers buried deep inside her dripping cunt, her body responding eagerly to the intimate invasion. She bucked her hips against my hand, her eyes widening as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her hands roamed over her own body, sliding down her sides to her perky tits, squeezing them like ripe fruit, amplifying the pleasure radiating through her.

Venla’s moans grew more ecstatic as I switched to the other breast, grinding against me with increasing fervor. I could feel her growing wetness seeping through the thin fabric that still separated my aching erection from her soaked pussy, the delicious friction igniting my primal desire. Aino’s arousal soared as well; every flick of my thumb over her pulsating clit made her body convulse, eliciting sweet cries of joy that spilled from her lips. They were both teetering on the edge, their breath coming in desperate gasps, ready to unleash the pent-up tension that had been building since our first encounter.

As the tension reached its peak, Aino’s body convulsed violently, her back arching as a shuddering moan erupted from her lips, a primal cry that filled the room. My fingers worked furiously inside her, curling and thrusting, igniting a fire that exploded within her core. She clamped down around my digits, her soft walls milking my fingers as her orgasm washed over her, the sheer intensity sending tremors through her entire body.

At the same moment, Venla’s hips ground against me with frantic urgency, her breath hitching as she neared the edge. With a gasp, her body stiffened, and she let out a high-pitched whimper that turned into a guttural moan, her legs trembling violently against me, the effect of her climax felt strongly against my erection. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of their arousal, mingling with their cries of pleasure as both women succumbed to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy, their bodies writhing in unison, a beautiful chaos of lust and satisfaction.

As the intensity of their orgasms washed over them, Aino and Venla both collapsed against me, their bodies trembling and spent. Aino’s head fell back onto my shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she shivered from the aftershocks of her climax. Venla, still riding the remnants of her high, leaned into me, her skin warm and slick, the soft curve of her breasts pressing against my chest. I pulled Aino over the backrest and cuddled with them on the sofa, holding their soft bodies against mine, caressing their backs.

However, I had no desire to cuddle for too long. We were just getting started. When they had recovered a bit, I stood up and positioned Venla’s pussy on the edge of the sofa. I moved between her legs, my knees on the thick carpet, and began to lick her clit. While my mouth and tongue concentrated on her clit, I used two fingers to stimulate her pussy hole.

With all my experience I had her panting within minutes. Aino watched us intently, stroking her perky breasts with one hand while twisting Venla’s right nipple with the other. Venla began to shake, her body making uncontrolled movements. It took all my strength to keep her waist pinned to the sofa and my mouth on her clit.

As the intensity of their orgasms washed over them, Aino and Venla both collapsed against me, their bodies trembling and spent. Aino’s head fell back onto my shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, shivers coursing through her from the lingering waves of pleasure. Venla, still riding the remnants of her high, leaned into me, her skin warm and slick, the soft curve of her generous melons pressing against my chest. I pulled Aino over the backrest and cuddled with them on the sofa, holding their soft bodies against mine, my hands exploring the smooth contours of their skin.

However, I had no desire to cuddle for too long. We were just getting started. Once they had recovered a bit, I stood up, positioning Venla’s wet slit on the edge of the sofa. I knelt between her legs, my knees sinking into the plush carpet, and began to tease her sensitive bud with my tongue. While my mouth worshipped her, I thrust two fingers into her tight, velvety passage, feeling her warmth envelop me.

Aino watched us intently, her fingers dancing over her own perky tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples, which only heightened her arousal. With all my experience, I had Venla panting within minutes. Her body trembled, each thrust of my fingers igniting more heat within her. It took all my strength to keep her waist pinned to the sofa and my mouth locked on her swollen clit.

Finally, she screamed, “Oh my God, yes! That’s it! Oh my God, yes!” and erupted into her second orgasm. Her legs were trembling from the intensity of her climax, which I prolonged as long as I could by keeping my tongue on her clit. Even when she screamed, “Stop, stop, I can’t take it anymore, stop,” I kept sucking on her clit mercilessly. Only when she pushed my head away with both of her hands did I let go and released her clit from my mouth, giving her the pause she longed for.

As Venla basked in the afterglow of her intense climax, my focus shifted to Aino. Her eyes met mine, and she moved closer, anticipation building with each movement. I knelt on the soft carpet by the sofa, mesmerized by the sight of her youthful pussy getting closer and closer. When she was only inches away, Aino lifted one leg on the sofa, granting me perfect access to her soft, inviting snatch. Her delicate labia were thin and slightly parted, revealing tender pink inner lips, perfectly smooth. The wide gap between her thighs accentuated her inviting youthfulness, while her clit, a small, swollen pearl of deeper pink, glistened with moisture, begging for renewed attention.

I began to kiss her clit tenderly, my fingers penetrating her youthful, soft, and wet tunnel. Aino enjoyed the attention, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kissed and fingered her to her climax. She resisted the climax for a long time, staying on the verge of eruption for ten long minutes. When she could no longer hold back, the intense orgasm came unexpectedly for all of us. She used both hands on my head to steady herself, shaking and panting heavily. When she came down, she collapsed on the sofa next to her beautiful friend Venla.

Now that both girls were enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss, naked and beautiful on the sofa, I had a wicked idea. I’d seen how confident they were with their bodies, and I knew they had been to a male strip club before. Wouldn’t it be a service to society to share those perfect bodies with a larger audience? Screwing them on stage in an exclusive swinger club seemed like the perfect opportunity.

The club I had in mind offered free admission to couples. I was sure they wouldn’t mind an extra hottie, especially with the two gorgeous women I had with me. There were two types of attendees: those marked with yellow wristbands who only wanted to be watched with their own partner, and those without, ready to indulge in actual swinging.

The idea of the swinger club excited me, especially knowing how confident Venla and Aino were with their bodies. I didn’t think they were up for full-on swinging, but the thrill of being watched as they played intrigued me. After a few glasses of champagne, I casually suggested the club. They feigned reluctance, but I could see the curiosity simmering beneath their teasing smiles. I felt they thought, “What could possibly happen to us?”

Venla raised an eyebrow, and Aino giggled nervously, their eyes betraying the excitement. The promise of something so forbidden clearly had them intrigued. After a little playful coaxing, their resistance melted away and they were open to “just have a look and see what happens.”

Before they had a chance to change their minds, I ordered a limousine to take us there. The ride was filled with excitement as Venla and Aino took turns exploring under my shirt, their fingers tracing the contours of my chest, sometimes teasing around my abs or gliding over my skin with playful pressure. Meanwhile, Aino spent most of the trip perched on my hand, her firm, athletic bubble butt resting perfectly under my grip, while my other hand toyed with their sensitive nipples and squeezed their soft breasts, each touch more intense than the last.

By the time we arrived, anticipation had turned into tangible heat. At the entrance, we were greeted warmly, given our yellow wristbands, and handed vouchers for welcome drinks. Anticipation buzzed in the air as we were escorted to the dressing room, ready to put on a show neither of us would forget. We stripped down in the changing room, leaving every last piece of clothing behind. Now completely naked, we stepped into the lobby, our bare skin on full display. Venla and Aino moved with confidence, their bodies drawing stares from every direction. I couldn’t help but admire the way their tits bounced with each step, their hips swaying seductively as we made our way inside. The atmosphere in the club was thick with lust, the low hum of conversation mingling with the soft moans that echoed from the back rooms.

We approached the bar, fully aware of the eyes that trailed over us, ordered our drinks, and scanned the scene. In the back, a stage took center stage, professional dancers peeling off their clothes, performing slow, teasing strip shows that had several pairs of hungry eyes locked on their every move. Further back, the playrooms were already in full swing—bodies entwined, men and women lost in every kind of debauchery imaginable. The raw sounds of sex floated through the air, fueling the tension between us.

The place was buzzing with energy. Forty to fifty people were scattered throughout, two-thirds of them men, their gazes devouring every naked woman who passed by. Some were fit, muscular athletes, their eyes filled with hunger; others were older, less attractive, but just as eager to take in the sights. About half the women were in their thirties, their bodies still tight, curves drawing attention from the men. The rest were older, their years showing, but they wore their nakedness with the confidence of women who knew exactly what they wanted.

I could feel the heat rising between us as Venla and Aino stood beside me, their perky tits and smooth, youthful bodies practically begging for more attention. Venla and Aino were the most beautiful girls by any standards. Their tall figures, perfectly shaped, firm breasts, and paper white Scandinavian skin made everyone turn their heads. Their nipples hardened, responding to the lust-filled stares around us, and I saw the way they thrived on it - their faces flushed, and their breaths quickened.

As they sipped their drinks, I noticed how every man’s gaze locked onto Venla and Aino’s naked bodies, transfixed by their perfectly sculpted tits and firm, round asses. The men tried to be subtle, but it was impossible to ignore the way their eyes lingered on the girls’ smooth, inviting pussies and flawless breasts. It was equally clear how many of the men were affected, their growing and stiffening erections giving away the raw desire that Venla and Aino stirred in them.

The girls exchanged excited, knowing giggles, clearly enjoying the obvious arousal they were causing. One after another, their admirers couldn’t hide their hard-ons, a clear signal of just how much lust and desire they stirred up. I couldn’t help but smile at how easily Venla and Aino could gauge their sexual power over the room just by watching those men grow hard in response to their perfect bodies.

After we downed our first round of drinks, we hit the strip stage, and the atmosphere thickened with heat. Venla and Aino were practically vibrating with lust as they watched the stunning Russian dance around the pole, her pussy on full display, glistening under the lights. Sometimes, she rocked her hips as if fucking a ghost, moving like a living goddess, teasing us with every seductive motion.

Both of my girls were just as gorgeous, with curves that made my cock harden instantly, but this stripper was in a league of her own—flexible like a ballet dancer and stacked like a porn star. Now she walked around the perimeter of the stage, offering everyone a close-up view of her pussy.

For a small tip, she opened it with her fingers, revealing the glistening pink folds leading deeper into her pleasure-land. For a large tip, she even allowed eager customers to lick her clit. I could see the way Venla’s breath quickened, her lips parted in awe, while Aino’s eyes gleamed with hunger.

Venla leaned into me, her voice dripping with desire. “I can’t believe she’s letting them eat her out like that,” she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Aino, equally entranced, clutched my arm, her gaze locked on the dancer’s slick cunt pressed into the face of a wealthy-looking patron.

After a few minutes of offering herself to paying viewers, she returned to her seductive dance. Every twist and sway sent shockwaves through the crowd. As the Russian slid down the pole, spreading her legs wide, the raw, primal energy in the room surged. The dancer’s confident movements ignited a wildfire of arousal in me, and I could feel my cock rising, rock-hard and ready for action.

“We should join in on the fun,” Venla said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Aino nodded eagerly, her excitement radiating off her like heat from a flame. I was still shocked when Venla gulped down her drink and jumped on stage as the sexy Russian dancer finished her show.

To the cheers of the crowd, she improvised an equally seductive pole dance. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in looks and enthusiasm. She was surprisingly talented, her body moving with an instinctual rhythm to the pulsating beats of the music. The scent of sweat and lust hung thick in the air, mingling with the rich aroma of alcohol. While not quite as flexible as the Russian, she managed to spread her legs almost like doing the splits, giving the audience an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.

Soon, bills began flying in her direction, and she playfully acknowledged them by teasingly waving her cunt in front of the generous donors. Each daring movement sent electric shocks of excitement through the crowd. She became increasingly bold, sometimes putting one foot on a guy’s shoulder, the other on the stage, and then lowering herself until her folds brushed against his eager lips. I couldn’t believe how much Venla got into it, visibly reveling in the thrill of teasing, her breath quickening with arousal.

Then came the biggest surprise: a guy held a twenty-pound note in his hand, not throwing it but signaling that she needed to earn it. Venla shot us a wicked smile before pressing one of her perky tits into his face, letting him suck on her hard nipple. The sensation made her moan with apparent delight—or was it genuine? Either way, the crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement feeding her growing arousal.

As more twenty-pound notes were offered, she made her rounds, letting patrons lick her nipples for a few minutes while she moaned with raw desire. The atmosphere crackled with electricity, and I could feel the heat rising within me as Venla reveled in the attention, getting more turned on by the minute. Her arousal was clearly fueled not just by the touches but by an exhibitionist streak that thrived on the audience’s growing excitement.

Then someone waved a hundred-pound note, and Aino and I held our breath, caught in the moment. Venla glanced back at us, a look that seemed to ask for advice—or maybe permission? I smiled and nodded slightly, letting her know everything was okay. She acknowledged my approval with a wicked grin, then lowered her pussy closer to the man’s eager face, brushing it against his lips. He seized the opportunity, thrusting his tongue out to explore her slick folds. As she held still, he grew bolder, plunging deep into her pink depths, making her moan with lust that filled the air.

For a few blissful minutes, she let him explore, her heavy breathing mingling with the cheers from the crowd as she lost herself in the pleasure. The crowd cheered louder, their excitement rising as her gasps filled the air. Finally, she took the bill from his hand and retreated to the center of the stage, breathing hard with wobbling legs, appearing as if she had narrowly escaped losing herself completely. The crowd exploded in cheers, captivated by her near-explosion of ecstasy. More hands waved hundred-pound bills in the air, including some from women, eager to join in on the spectacle.