Chapter 1

Deep in the twisting mountains of that part of the Balkans, where many have thought of as the entrance to the "Locks of the Danube River"; runs a fairly good road of unknown title.

A small blue auto of suspect origin, perhaps German, labored up the steep incline, emitting vaporous swirls of white smoke. Proficient mechanics would, no doubt, shake their collective heads in unison at the scene.

Two occupants were trying their best to ignore the situation. As if their disregard would make it all go away.

Harry Lime was the uneasy, middle-aged male at the wheel of this unimpressive, borrowed rust-bucket. Seated beside him sat Patricia, who was the current secretary of the British Ambassador.

Harry's bar in Belgrade was where these two unlikely companions had first met each other. Harry looked nervously over to the beautiful young girl. Her skirt had inched up dangerously close to revealing her chubby ass cheeks. Not that she was overweight. She was just a girl with a lot of meat on her bones in all the right places. Harry had already fully explored all of her hidden assets on a boozy night she certainly did not remember. No, they had not done the dirty deed as yet, but Harry had great plans for tonight.

His trousers scarcely hid the outline of his own demanding erection pushing to be free for action.

"Harry?"

Patricia's face was scrunched up in a perfectly divine pout of helplessness. What red-blooded could resist an innocent maiden in a risky situation. Attractive girls were tasty bait for many of sex-starved men roaming these hills with little fear of punishment.

"Harry, should we stop at the next town?"

"I think you are right, Patricia. I am certain it is only a loose oil line. We can still be there quite early tomorrow morning."

Harry licked his dirty old man lips as he realized how perfectly this was turning out. He just hoped the bed would be large, but not too large. The mattress should be soft, but not too soft. Enough light to see all of the soft, silky skin and wet tight openings of heated passion. Enough time to thoroughly break in the pussy, ass and mouth of the haughty British girl. It was time to subject her to unbridled passion and a night of pure animalistic sex.

The garage was a good one. The mechanic promised completion no later than 8AM the next morning. Across the street nestled a comfortable and clean B&B. Patricia was agreeable to one room as she was first and foremost a thrifty girl. Raised in the upper class tradition, she knew it would be wasteful to have two rooms. After all, her Harry was a gentleman and would not take advantage of her.

Really!

Does anyone believe Miss prim and proper Patricia didn't have some fantasies of her own?

Harry was under the covers. He was dressed for the night in only his boxer briefs. They scarcely hid the immense erection lurking beneath the thin cotton.

Patricia entered from the bathroom. A flimsy silk shift barely covered her pussy and ass. Her superb titties were sporting stiff nipples. Harry did not know if it was from the cold air or, hopefully, hidden desire.

"Oh, Harry ... Don't look at me. I am such a frightful mess. I am going to slide in on this side. If it is all right, I like to sleep on my side, so don't be rude to my bum, if I should press it up against you."

Patricia quickly moved onto the bed. Her heart-shaped ass pressed softly against Harry's rock-hard cock.

Her giggle spoke volumes.

"Don't poke me back there ... Daddy"

Harry knew he definitely was not this beautiful young girl's Daddy, but perhaps in her mind, he would play her erotic role.

"Are you going to make me do it? Make me do it ... please, Daddy ... Make me do it!"

Patricia's classically shaped ass was beginning to quiver and hump back against Harry's cock in a sex-starved quest for anal penetration.

"Unh ... unh ... unh ... There! Right there! ... Yes, push hard ... harder ... Ooow ... Ooow. You're in!"

Harry had never quite felt the sensation of his penis being clutched so tightly, so desperately. The rounded ass cheeks pounded in a perfect fit back into his hungry body. He could feel her juices begin to flow as she began the descent into a shuddering climax.

How could this picture perfect upper class girl be so wanton ... so lewd ... so very sensuous?

Harry sensed his release and could not stop it. It built and it built ... ever greater the pressure. He knew he was not able to stop it. Right now, it did not matter. All that mattered was the spurts of cum shooting through his constricted penis. The cum rose boiling from his sensitive balls, through the full eight inches buried in Patricia's succulent anus, out the fire-hose head. The streams of creamy cum splashed in torrents deep in proud British girl's gut. The liquid fire caused another violent orgasm to convulse the young girl pressing back into his fully satisfied groin. Harry stayed inside for what seemed like an eternity. Patricia began to fall into a deep sleep with Harry's cock still buried deep inside.

They were both content to stay that way forever.

THE AMBASSADOR'S SECRETARY IN VENICE

Lady Patricia gets her revenge.

My name is Patricia ... Patricia Prendergast, to be more exact. I do so like to be open whenever possible. You may remember me from "The British Ambassador's Secretary. That Harry Lime can be a very naughty fellow. I warn all you girls to keep your eyes open when around him. He does have a perfectly divine cock and I must admit I find it irresistible when aroused. Those escapades in the Balkans are better left unmentioned at home. Home for me is in Westminster. Yes, I am addressed as Lady Patricia in that part of the world. I know all my relatives and friends at home see me as a Prig. Attractive and well-dressed to be sure, but a prig just the same. In my outside life in the diplomatic service, the real Patricia is sexually uninhibited and a bit of a slut.

This is one of the real Patricia's adventures.

They say you never forget your first trip to Venice.

The city of Love.

We came up out of the troubled Balkans, crossing into exotic Italy at Trieste.

Trieste, Junction of 3 worlds. The old Yugoslavia (now Croatia), Austria (once a desired jewel in Hitler's Reich), and Italy itself comprised the meeting of 3 worlds. There were 3 languages, 3 cultures, and, most recently, a new hidden gateway to the new European Union at the confluence of old Europe and the New Europe. It was a new reality.

There were 8 of us in the roomy van. Harry was driving, of course. It was his van and he had paid for the hotel rooms. No one suspected Harry and I had a lurid past. Most of our friends thought there was a mutual dislike between us. Lynette and her two young children had come without Terry, Lynette's hunky hubby.

Our group was rounded out by 3 strapping young lads, Mike, Andy, and Hugh. They all were employed by Harry. If you asked me what they did for him, I would have to admit, I didn't have a clue. Their enthusiasm and raw energy had me quite on the edge of orgasm from the very beginning. I could see that Harry didn't mind my flirting. He had his own fish to fry with the very pregnant Lynette.

One look into Lynette's eyes told me she was panting to get Harry alone, preferably, with his pants down. I was squeezed into the back between Mike and Hugh. Andy was playing with Lynette's kids. Harry was telling a very dirty joke. Lynette giggled like a silly schoolgirl.

"How could anyone put up with that laugh?"

The nasty thought flitted across my mind in a mean schoolgirl pique of jealousy.

Lynette's laugh was admittedly a cross between a swine's snort and a jackass braying.

I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices. The bouncing of the van and the constant rubbing of strong muscular legs on both her hips caused her to seep her love juices into her cotton granny panties. She was also aware that Andy from his position on the floor could see right up between her legs and easily view all her goodies.

"Oh, God! I hope he doesn't see what a nasty girl I really am."

They moved across the classic Italian countryside, thrown together like ships on random lanes, bumping against each other in a search for a safe port.

Lynette looked into the back to check on her children. They were both safely asleep already tired from the excitement of the trip. A knowing smirk betrayed her quick read of Patricia's state of heightened arousal. Lynette let her hand accidentally rest on Harry's leg. Her fingers were just high enough to feel the hard outline of his throbbing erection.

Harry smiled into the mirror at Patricia.

"Don't think I am not aware of that hanky panky, you horny old goat!"

I glared back at him, vowing to make him regret his gross inattention this very evening. After all, I have three young sturdy lads to attend to my every whim and most unladylike needs.

Our arrival at the Hotel Casanova was uneventful. It was easy to find. The charming little hotel was tucked away on a narrow street with a canal running along the rear of the building. It was an old Hotel. The building groaned its age with creaks and pops at every turn. Most importantly, it was inexpensive, away from tour groups, and discrete beyond belief. Harry had booked 4 rooms, but not given any thought as to who slept where.

We decided that Lynette would have a room with her children, The 3 young men; Mike, Andy and Hugh would bunk together, and that Harry and I would have a room to ourselves. This seemed to satisfy everyone and we settled in happily.

After a late dinner at a wonderful little restaurant, we returned to our hotel sated with food and filled to the brim with delicious red Italian Vino. Even the children had a taste of the wine. It was the accepted way of life here in Italy.

I took a glorious bath and relaxed as the night air filled with stars. A sliver of moon peeked into my window just as I stood naked in the moonlight.

She heard the sounds from Lynette's room, right on the other side of the thin wall.

"Oh, Harry. Don't be doing that now!"

Silence.

Then, I could hear the unmistakable sound of bed springs being pounded by the weight of two bodies in locked embrace.

Squeak ... Squeak ... Squeak..."Oh, Harry. It's so big! Go easy. Terry is a bit smaller, Love."

I knew this to be an outright lie.

I had already had Terry's huge rod deep inside my hungry pussy last Halloween. He pushed up my witch's costume after consuming an inordinate amount of free beer and impaled me standing in the ladies room at Harry's bar.

I heard more sounds of lovemaking from the other room.

"That's it ... right there ... unh ... unh ... unh ... I got to go right now ... right now ... shove it in hard, Harry, Yes ... yes ... yes I can't hold it back, Harry. Got to go. Oh ... Oh ... Oh."

This entire litany was followed by a very high pitched squeal and then deafening silence.

"That bloody cow!"

I hissed out the words in a fit of outraged distress. I just couldn't help myself.

I was incensed that silly, stupid, and totally married Lynette had received Harry's creamy load, before I had a chance to have my fun in Venice.

A quiet rap at the door, more of a scratching noise, caught my attention. Moving to the door, I opened it quietly.

It was Mike, Andy, and Hugh wearing only their briefs and carrying a bottle of Chianti.

"Come in, gentlemen. But do be ever so quiet. I just heard the entire erotic chorus of a pregnant woman getting off. She had a right good squirt, but it wasn't with her husband.

The muscular trio smiled because Lynette's shrill voice could be heard even down the hall.

"Break out the vino! I am ready for a party."

The bottle was drained with no wasted effort. Andy returned with another bottle. I decided to play a little tipsy and see if my removal from the pedestal would energize one, if not all, of the lads into action.

It was Mike who broke the ice. The muscular, square jawed 20 year old was the senior of the trio. His erection was ready to pop out and he loosened it in front of my face. I giggled and reached out like a little child stealing candy. No, I assure you I was not acting at all. It was bloody beautiful.

"Mike, this must keep your girlfriend very happy."

"No, Ma-am. Don't have a girl friend."

I leaned forward and took Mike's penis between my lips. It was absolutely delicious to me. The little droplets of pre-cum moistened my mouth. There was absolutely no way I could possibly stuff the entire length into my fully stretched mouth. Both Andy and Hugh watched intently as I slowly took it in. I swallowed inch after glorious inch, until I could feel his rounded bulb touching the back of my throat. The stiff rod was leaking profusely now, but Mike had yet to cum. My own saliva flowed uncontrolled out my mouth and dribbled down off my aristocratic chin.

"Ma-am, if you keep doing that, I'm going to have to shoot a load into your pretty little mouth."

I paused, looked up at Mike with innocent eyes, and said, with my most arrogant and haughty voice;

"As long as you are a gentleman, young man; I will take everything you want to give me."

I looked up at Andy and Hugh, they were both touching themselves in obvious passion and I added,

"The same goes for both of you too. Just give me a minute between each of you to freshen up my mouth and face."

During the next couple of hours, I learned all the different triggers on each young man's willing cock. I knew which one liked his balls fondled and stroked, which one preferred my finger gently inserted into his anus, and which one had to grab my hair and pull me from side to side, as if driving a car on a racetrack.

The four of us sat on the floor and rested from our exertions. I pretended to be faint and fell across the pillows with my ass up high in the air. I hoped that they might be venturesome enough to either spank me or even poke my tight little anus with youthful vigor.

I could feel my ass cheeks being spread wide. A cock of large proportion pushed against my tight little muscle. I was certain it was Mike. My sphincter loosened and the exploring cock impaled me hard against the pillows. Unable to contain my desire, I humped back against the rock hard penis and soon was covered with my own juices and then those of my unknown lover. A quick peek confirmed it was Mike to take my ass cherry at this wonderful secret party. Andy and, finally, Hugh were quick to follow in banging my asshole deep and hard. It was Hugh, the quiet one, who finished up by spanking my completely aroused ass cheeks. He spanked me quickly and very hard. Each stroke was an agony of sheer pleasure. My follow up orgasm racked me in full body convulsions. They were all concerned that they had gone too far, but I reassured them with a satisfied smile.

The next morning, Harry was surprised to find himself escorting Lynette and her children around the various tourist traps.

I spent the entire day shopping, eating, and drinking Italian vino with 3 gorgeous young men hanging on my every word and ready to answer my every whim.

My revenge on Harry was sweeter than a piece of Godiva's chocolate.

THE AMBASSADOR'S SECRETARY IN CAIRO

"An absolutely ghastly Monday morning", was Lady Patricia Prendergast's studied opinion sipping down her morning coffee with the fixated attention of a devoted caffeine addict.

The Ambassador stuck his well-groomed head in her outer office and addressed her somewhat hesitantly,

"I say, Tricia, I need you to do something for me in Cairo. Just take an overnight. Very hush-hush, I'm afraid."

This was intolerable. Harry was taking her to the Opera tonight. It had taken her weeks to get him to accede to her request. What could she ever do in an overnight trip to Cairo? Not enough time for the Pyramids ... Not even enough time to savor the technique of a skilled Egyptian lover. Then again, perhaps a little side trip was just what she needed to shake off the guilt pangs of her slutty behavior.

"Of course I will, Mr. Ambassador. What are my orders?"

"Tricia, this is your courier briefcase. It will be handcuffed to your wrist at all times. Hold out your arm."

The portly white-haired man gently affixed the case to her arm. He had experience putting handcuffs on Patricia but for an all-together different purpose. Her beautiful bum was often over his knee for well-deserved discipline reserved for slutty secretaries. She looked up at him standing over her and knew he wanted a quick cock suck before dispatching her on her journey.

He was still limp and flaccid to her touch.

Her expert fingers soon had him in a reasonable state of semi-rigidity and ready to pop-in her waiting mouth. She liked sucking her boss very much. He was ever so appreciative of her efforts. She also liked the forceful streams of cum that he always loosed in her wet and ready mouth. For an older man, he certainly had copious reserves of cum cream to reward her busy tongue.

"Yes, dear ... take me in deeper ... oh, yes ... now, the tongue, please ... yes, right there ... Look up at me, Tricia dear ... Let me see your lips ... good ... so wet ... so very wet ... I have to cum, my dear ... let me see your eyes when I come ... yes, just like that ... unnn ... unnn ... unnnn. Oh ... you lovely slut!"

Patricia took the heavy load of creamy cum in the back of her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could so not a drop of the offering fell from her lips. Daintily, she wiped her lips with a tissue and dabbed away a telltale speck of cream from the tip of the Ambassador's limp cock.

The right honorable Cyril St. Crampole and Lady Patricia went back a long way. They were well acquainted going all the way back to her school days. A frequent visitor at her Father's estate, the rotund Ambassador had been the first to introduce Patricia to the delicate art of cock sucking. She owed her expertise in this area to inspired tutelage under the stern and serious man. Thank God Daddy never suspected her attachment to the older man was based on her sexual appetite and not her academic goals.

The flight was a non-stop night flight with her arrival into her destination at 8AM Cairo time.

She draped her jacket over her arm to hide the handcuffs. Ever conscious of the need to blend in, Patricia realized the degree of difficulty for a stunningly beautiful girl of her breeding to ever blend into the background. The Taxi station only had the one taxi. She arrived at the same time as a young Egyptian man with a hurried air to his persona. Since they both were going to almost the exact same part of the City, she acquiesced to the suggestion they share the cab.

Thinking back now, Patricia realized it was perhaps her first mistake in Cairo.

The young man's rapid English left Patricia in a constant flux of doubt that she had understood the meaning. Akmed also had the annoying habit of touching her arm, her hand. And once, even her bare knee every few seconds to emphasize a point or draw her attention to some point of interest. Thank God her pussy, bum and perky titties were inaccessible during the ride. She was certain he would be all over them, peppering her with his machine-gun English at the same time.

Patricia did notice, however, that Akmed had the most interesting ass for a man. It was compact and muscular and set her sexual arousal vibes into high gear.

At the hotel, Akmed gave her his card and invited her to dinner at a...

"Real Egyptian restaurant, not one of these tourist trap disasters."

Patricia smiled and promised to call that afternoon. She was fairly certain it would not be happening.

She took breakfast at the Hotel veranda. She studied the passing hordes of people all absorbed by rushing to unknown destinations. A little man approached her just as she was cramming a delicious biscuit into her mouth.

"A thousand pardons, young Madame ... My master, Prince Hamadi bids me to inform you that he would be most appreciative of your lovely tongue on his aroused cock."

At first, Patricia thought it was a joke ... and a bad one, at that. Then, following the direction of the little man's finger, she saw a tall, robe draped man sitting several tables over. His haughty demeanor and disdainful manner marked him as true royalty. She was immediately intrigued. Not too often a royal blood British woman gets a chance to suck a royal cock in a foreign land.

"Tell the Prince I am in room 535. If he wishes, I will meet his demand within the hour. I must attend to other business after that time."

The little man scurried off and relayed her answer to the Prince. He acknowledged her response with a wave of his hand to signify he understood and would be agreeable.

The knock at the door startled Patricia, even though she was expecting it. Her heart was beating fast, too fast.

"Slow down! You are a little ninny"

The Prince entered with 2 bodyguards. They stood by the front door and did not appear to be interested in waiting outside.

"Oh, well, a command performance."

She fell to her knees in front of Hamadi and opened the fold of his robe to reveal an erection of the largest cock she had ever seen in her life. Patricia shuddered to think of this royal penis impaling her tender little bum. Thank God she would only be sucking and licking it until it showered her with creamy cum.

The Prince was slow at first, but then he began to push deeper into her wet mouth. Her gag reflex forced her to stop momentarily. Soon, she adapted to the size of the cock and took it deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Suddenly, she felt the entire shaft begin to throb and swell with the rising tide of the Prince's load of cum juice ready to spurt in jagged streams of cream into her willing mouth.

"aargh ... aargh ... aargh ... Take it all ... British girl ... open wide for my cum ... now ... now ... aaaga!"

The nutty flavored cum filled her mouth with sticky residue.

Patricia swallowed and swallowed some more. She was almost panting in her exertions. She noticed her dripping pussy had dampened her knickers and even run down one leg. This adventure made her even more certain that her slutty ways would never leave her.

She enjoyed them far too much.

Before the Prince left with his bodyguards, he gave her his email address and cell phone number. He told her he would send a jet for her any time she wanted to repeat her performance. Patricia was impressed because she could see the serious man was most sincere in the offer.

Her business at the Embassy completed, Patricia relaxed in a soothing bath later that afternoon.

The ring of the telephone broke into her daydream.

"Pretty lady ... Akmed here ... What time should I pick you up?"

Patricia had to smile at his enthusiasm and his aggressiveness. He obviously had his mind set on getting some British pussy tonight. If only he could keep his mouth shut.

"Eight is good for me, Akmed. I will meet you in the lobby."

She did not want him inside her room just yet.

"I will be there, Miss Patricia."

The dinner was a huge success. The food was excellent. The wine was delicious. The music was spirited and invigorating. The dancing was sensual and very exciting. By the time they returned to her room at the hotel, Patricia was in a heightened state of sexual arousal.

Her nipples were tingling.

Her pussy was dripping with desire.

Her sphincter muscle was opening and contracting in anticipation of entry.

Akmed wasted no time.

He undressed her with accomplished ease. Her clothes were off in a split second and she found herself face down on the bed with her ass raised high to receive his sweet cock between her ass cheeks.

Her first orgasm was with his cock buried in her vagina.

Her second orgasm was with his cock sliding deep into her beautiful, tight bum.

After that, Patricia lost count ... it was all a blur of creamy cum and hard cock being driven into every opening. Again and again ... She woke up with Akmed's cock buried deep in her sore and battered ass. Despite her sheer exhaustion, she only knew she wanted it to stay there, just a little longer...

The drive to the Airport was quiet. Alone in her thoughts, Patricia relived her "Overnight to Cairo" and knew she would keep these two days to herself.

It was, after all, just doing her job.

THE AMBASSADOR'S SECRETARY IN LIVERNO (PART I, II)

Lady Patricia Prendergast had a nasty cold.

She told everyone around her, "Allergies, such a bore!"

Now, she was laid up, in her bed at Daddy's estate, nursing her neglected bout with a suspected flu bug of unknown origin. Thank goodness the servants were there to tend to her needs. She did so enjoy the pampering she received at the Prendergast mansion. The staff was most attentive and it did not bother her at all to see them wearing their silly facemasks, whenever coming close to her side. They were quite used to her subterfuges and quite skeptical of her claim of allergies.

Daddy was coming down for the weekend with some of his spook-type cronies. Patricia hoped she was recovered enough by then to attend to her Father's special needs. He was such a dear man. It had been such a very long time since she had acceded to his little fetishes. Ever since she had celebrated her sweet sixteen birthday party, she had been carefully trained by the elder Prendergast in all things anal and oral. Most of her men friends were astonished that such an innocent looking young lady of genteel breeding could behave so wantonly in bed.

Patricia decided to take a steamy bath in the sauna-like bath adjoining her super-sized bedroom. Her suite at the mansion was larger than her entire apartment in London. She drifted off a bit lazing about in the tub with a glass of chilled wine within reach. She was startled back into consciousness by the clearing of a throat right next to the tub. It was Roger, the new butler trainee with a refill for her Zinfandel. Patricia noticed that the suds had all but disappeared and her naked body was on display for Roger's viewing pleasure. She wondered how long he had stood there soaking in her exposed breasts and shaved pussy before revealing his presence.

"Would madam be needing a touch up on her beverage?"

Patricia looked up at the tall young man and could see his crotch bulging out from the sight of her naked body. She did so love to make men feel their members swell with desire to possess her nubile body.

"Roger, is it?"

"Yes, madam, Roger Merrypole, the butler assistant. Mrs. Snatchworthy, the staff manager, instructed me to attend to your needs."

"Roger, would you be a dear and get me that rather large white towel from the stand."

The handsome butler held the white towel up as Patricia emerged from the still steamy tub. She did not object as he dried her off with the plush material. She even spread her legs so he could get down on his knees and rub her softly up between her legs and all over her deliciously curved ass cheeks. Patricia fought off the impulse to put her hands on the back of the good-looking lad's curly-haired head and push his face into her throbbing pussy.

"Would madam like a back rub to loosen up those neck muscles?"

Patricia felt her pussy lips moisten at the thought of those big, strong hands on her skin.

"That would be adorable, Roger. Please use the blue scented oil next to my bed."

Patricia laid face down on the bed and pulled the towel down to her hips. Other than the towel, she was still stark naked.

"Madam has a degree of tightness to her shoulders. Lift your arm up high. Good! Now let me stretch your shoulder as I circulate the blood flow in your chest."

Patricia found the circular motion involved a kneading and pulling of her breast and nipples that made her pussy begin to flow with juices beyond her control. She started to pant like a bitch in heat as Roger worked her upper body in an erotic and relaxing manner. Soon his hands were down to the top of the towel at her hips.

"Does madam wish me to continue lower?"

Patricia, who was breathing hard at this point, looked up at the handsome Roger standing above her and croaked out in a trembling voice,

"Please do, Roger, do not hesitate to go up into my private areas, if you feel I should have attention there as well. I will leave it all up to you. Madam is entirely in your capable hands."

Roger dipped his hand in the scented oil, after pulling the towel down below Patricia's full and firm bum cheeks.

When he started on her bottom, Roger knew she was ready for his attentions. The first touch of his fingers threw Patricia into an instant orgasm. She yelled out a decidedly unladylike word and humped her nubile body hard into the soft bedspread. After she calmed a bit, Roger continued his ministrations. His fingers dug into her bum crack and played with her pretty little pucker hole. It opened and closed in anticipation of penetration, giving Roger the telltale signal, that Lady Patricia was certainly no lady, when it came to anal sex.