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The negotiation with the Arabs went well, better than expected, Sergio almost despaired of succeeding. At 4 p.m. a flight to Baku awaits him, where in the evening he has a dinner organized by the Italian ambassador with the top management of the main state company of Azerbaijan and the first bank of the country: there too a possible joint-venture for a promising investment project in the treatment of hydrocarbon derivatives. He would have preferred to spend another evening in Munich instead of on the Caspian Sea. But the company's Swiss partners were very much looking forward to it and the trip could not be postponed.
Now, plunged into a comfortable business class seat in a Lufthansa Boeing 747, Sergio relaxes with his eyes closed. When he closes his eyes, he sees Giacomo in a seat just a short distance away, silent, concentrated on flipping through the dossier prepared by Zurich Bank's research office on the Azerbaijani project. He has almost a tenderness for what has become his man-shadow and that never ceases to amaze him for how he has entered the new role. His physical performance was and is his strong point, but in a few months he has completely rebuilt his image, one would say he competes with him for elegance in dressing and taste in the choice of colors and scents, certainly it is admirable his commitment to try to enter more into the merits of business management issues, incredible effort to learn at least the rudiments of English. Sergio considers him a bit of his own creature and therefore he is very happy to keep him at his side during the days, and not only in the warm intimacy of the suites and the Latvians, knowing that he can rely on his dedication and devotion in all circumstances.
The gala hall of the Italian Embassy in Baku is not as glittering as those of many great European hotels, but Ambassador Attilio Cipriani and his wife Eleonora make it welcoming with their joviality. It is a dinner that, as usual, serves to create a base of cordiality and to test the level of interest between the parties. The ambassador has expressed great appreciation for the success of Sergio and his company. Mrs. Eleonora, a Junoan presence no longer very sexting, but of strong vitality and wit, dispensed smiles throughout the dinner, but was unable to conceal special attention for Giacomo, who, far from flirting with her, maintained a demeanour that was far too English. So much so that Sergio felt that she barely touched him with her knees and gave him an imperceptible nod with her eyes to induce him to be less cold towards the mistress of the house. As always, Giacomo didn't need to talk to his boss to get his bearings. And when, at the end of dinner, everyone went to the buvette to sip a delicious pink sparkling wine, he immediately set himself on Mrs. Eleonora's tail, with a friendliness and ease equal to that of the woman, who took the opportunity to take him out for some air on the balcony.
Back at the hotel, Sergio immediately set himself free, launching his jacket, shirt, tie, trousers, undershirt, briefs and socks onto the armchair in quick succession. And, as he is, completely naked, he lets himself fall on the bed. Giacomo undresses more slowly and less anarchically, kneels down at the foot of the bed and begins his evening "treatment", making his tongue flutter in the hollow of Sergio's thighs, then carrying it around his balls, finally making his boss's resigned cock disappear into his mouth, while starting, as usual, the work of his fingertips on his nipples. It's the formula that best relaxes Sergio and brings him slowly, pleasantly, to pleasure, and better prepares him for the second act, when Giacomo pours it under his belly, runs his tongue over his entire spine until it stops permanently in the groove of the nice firm buttocks and opens the gap in the anus already opened. A vigorous ride as usual, which Sergio particularly likes, as can be deduced from his moans that become grunts at the climax of the cumshot tributary that fills his intestines.
Before saying good night just a quick, ineffable exchange of jokes. "Warmth the lady ambassador!" "I'll see her again tomorrow." Sergio can't hold back a little smile, but he doesn't show it, because he's turned the other way, at night they sleep like that, naked, with Giacomo's cock lying on his ass.
The next day, at 10 o'clock sharp, Sergio and Ambassador Cipriani are locked in the studio with the two illustrious guests of the dinner. A close but very fruitful negotiation, with two small coffee breaks, which will be concluded with a memorandum of understanding around 4 p.m. Mrs. Eleonora recommended with her husband that he would warn her in time to have lunch prepared, but he predicted that things would go on longer and that therefore a rich dessert would be served. After greeting the guests with all her joviality, she took Giacomo under her arm and took him away, whispering "Let them work!". Then she makes a large patrol of the embassy's rooms with him, from the garden to the library-emerotheque, up to his apartment, more isolated and less accessible, located on the third floor of the villa. Here they can finally sit on the veranda, protected from all prying eyes.
Eleonora is radiant. She has done her hair with great care, she has put on a very accentuated makeup and a really penetrating perfume. Giacomo has already framed her in her physical exuberance just contained in a comfortable size dress. He also felt the strength of her grip when he squeezed her hand on his arm and felt her lightly curl when, perhaps distractedly perhaps not, in the elevator her hand touched his package. Clearly impressed the lady.
Giacomo measures words, but he talks a lot with his eyes. Eleonora overcomes all formal prudence and begins to familiarize herself with him in an increasingly flirtatious atmosphere of confidentiality. First of all she proposes to move on to the "you", then she lets herself go to a torrential tale of her days in Baku, of the non-existence of every occasion of true pleasure, and does not fail to express nostalgia for other cities and other nations lived in the wake of her husband.
They are sitting on the veranda on comfortable bamboo armchairs, she crosses her legs offering Giacomo's eyes the sight of two fleshy and soft thighs, made intriguing by the black lace of her stockings, while in the heat of the story the xxl tits swell up and almost threaten to overflow over her bra and shirt. Giacomo listens to her looking her in the eyes and smiling at her from time to time, but his mind is turned to grasp the whispering femininity of a woman in her sixties, a matron who seems to want to strongly claim the repressed desires, the denied rights of a woman still alive and pleasing, with oversized but in their own way harmonious shapes.
Giacomo continues to listen to her, nodding condescendingly, leaning slightly forward and placing his hand on Eleonora's knee. She has a tremor, withdraws her knee backwards, but she also bends forward and takes his hands in hers. Now they look at each other with soft eyes almost wondering what to do. Then she gets out of the chair and he does the same. She turns outwards as if to interrupt a moment of impasse; he's behind her and hugs her, with his hard pack pressed against her fat ass, grabs her tits with his full hands, and kisses her behind the neck. Eleonora shudders, sighs loudly, exclaims in a low voice. "Giacomo, no, please ...". But he doesn't give up, he knows it's what she wants. And in fact, he stretches his hands backwards and squeezes her swollen package. Then she turns around, takes him by the hand and leads him in a hurry to a small room inside, a sort of rather narrow wardrobe room, but with an armchair at the back.
They are in each other's arms, groping obscenely, kissing furiously, opening their shirts, pulling down their zips, caught in a sudden and uncontrollable vortex of passion. Giacomo pulls out her breasts, licks them with taste, biting her swollen nipples. At the same time, he lifts her wide skirt, slips his hands into her panties, which he finds already wet, and slips three fingers into her pussy, which is already starting to come apart. Eleonora, on the other hand, has never let go of Giacomo's cock, now she's pulled out her beautiful cock quivering, she starts masturbating it, but she wants it immediately. Slowly, she backs down to the armchair in the back of the room. The armchair is actually a pull-out bed, which in an instant becomes an excellent bed for info-lovers. Giacomo takes off her panties, pulls down her panties and trousers and immediately directs his broadsword towards Eleonora's fiery lair. Who knows how long that mature pussy has been waiting for this moment. Giacomo pierces her with great decision, she spreads her thighs as wide as possible and squeezes her legs in a bow behind his ass. Giacomo's cock is an inexhaustible plunger, his mouth keeps on voraciously sucking her tits, Eleonora moans and enjoys it noisily, she sighs and keeps repeating "Yesììì ... yesììì .... don't stop!". And Giacomo only stops when he sees her moaning with pleasure and then releases a powerful jet of cum that floods her pussy. They pant in unison, they remain attached even after her ejaculation; then, he puts himself on her side, hugs her again from behind, adhering with his dripping cock to those rounded buttocks with cellulite and squeezing her nipples with his fingers. It's a moment of abandonment and also of tenderness. Eleonora whispers to him: "What a wonderful man you are, Giacomo! …. Who knows how many beautiful women are lucky to have you!". And Giacomo, I put it off: "You won't believe it, Eleonora, but an elegant and charming lady like you I've never had!".
There's a bit of obvious plagiarism in Giacomo's expressions, but from Sergio's acquaintance with elite circles he has now learned the seductive art of words. After all, what does it cost him to tickle the vanity of a woman no longer sexting but so passionate? And then, he thinks, a matron so warm and pleasant, with this abundance of softness, is certainly not a mannequin, but still a nice bite. In the meantime, they have stripped themselves almost completely, not only of their clothes, but also of any remorse or shyness. Now he's lying on his back, she's getting back on her feet, rubbing her pussy on his cock and he's starting to revive himself. Her big tits dangling on Giacomo's face while he's groping her ass. As soon as his dick wakes up, she grabs it in her hand and puts it back in her pussy. Giacomo instead moves it further back, in line with his big asshole, and says: "Come on, sit on it!"
Only now do you understand his intentions and have a motion of uncertainty. He smiles at her and reassures her, he spreads his butt cheeks with his hands and makes her drop right down on his erect awl.
That dick is a bit big for her hole, it comes in hard, it rubs hard against the walls of the rectum. Eleonora feels the pain of penetration, she has the impression that his sword opens her in two, it's a very strong sensation that combines pain and pleasure, but in any case she doesn't want to give it up. And, in fact, when Giacomo's dick is entirely drawn into his sphincter, he emits a liberating cry: "Giacomo......stupendooooo!" And Giacomo also enjoys pumping that soft, cozy fat ass with determination and, when he says to her panting, "What a fantastic woman you are!", this time he says it without any platitudes. After having violated her deepest intimacy, that woman really feels it's hers.
The dessert made by Mrs. Eleonora intervenes, as the best icing on the cake, to seal the conclusions of the laborious meeting with a pre-understanding to be perfected within a month. They are all quite tired but satisfied and toast by meeting in Zurich. Sergio turns to the ambassador and says: "Naturally, Dr. Cipriani will do us the honor of attending the final signing...". Dr. Cipriani is visibly perplexed, he realizes that it's an unusual thing, but Mrs. Eleonora anticipates his answer almost chirping: "Of course, Doctor, we won't give up a weekend in Switzerland, will we, Attilio?".
Now, plunged into a comfortable business class seat in a Lufthansa Boeing 747, Sergio relaxes with his eyes closed. When he closes his eyes, he sees Giacomo in a seat just a short distance away, silent, concentrated on flipping through the dossier prepared by Zurich Bank's research office on the Azerbaijani project. He has almost a tenderness for what has become his man-shadow and that never ceases to amaze him for how he has entered the new role. His physical performance was and is his strong point, but in a few months he has completely rebuilt his image, one would say he competes with him for elegance in dressing and taste in the choice of colors and scents, certainly it is admirable his commitment to try to enter more into the merits of business management issues, incredible effort to learn at least the rudiments of English. Sergio considers him a bit of his own creature and therefore he is very happy to keep him at his side during the days, and not only in the warm intimacy of the suites and the Latvians, knowing that he can rely on his dedication and devotion in all circumstances.
The gala hall of the Italian Embassy in Baku is not as glittering as those of many great European hotels, but Ambassador Attilio Cipriani and his wife Eleonora make it welcoming with their joviality. It is a dinner that, as usual, serves to create a base of cordiality and to test the level of interest between the parties. The ambassador has expressed great appreciation for the success of Sergio and his company. Mrs. Eleonora, a Junoan presence no longer very sexting, but of strong vitality and wit, dispensed smiles throughout the dinner, but was unable to conceal special attention for Giacomo, who, far from flirting with her, maintained a demeanour that was far too English. So much so that Sergio felt that she barely touched him with her knees and gave him an imperceptible nod with her eyes to induce him to be less cold towards the mistress of the house. As always, Giacomo didn't need to talk to his boss to get his bearings. And when, at the end of dinner, everyone went to the buvette to sip a delicious pink sparkling wine, he immediately set himself on Mrs. Eleonora's tail, with a friendliness and ease equal to that of the woman, who took the opportunity to take him out for some air on the balcony.
Back at the hotel, Sergio immediately set himself free, launching his jacket, shirt, tie, trousers, undershirt, briefs and socks onto the armchair in quick succession. And, as he is, completely naked, he lets himself fall on the bed. Giacomo undresses more slowly and less anarchically, kneels down at the foot of the bed and begins his evening "treatment", making his tongue flutter in the hollow of Sergio's thighs, then carrying it around his balls, finally making his boss's resigned cock disappear into his mouth, while starting, as usual, the work of his fingertips on his nipples. It's the formula that best relaxes Sergio and brings him slowly, pleasantly, to pleasure, and better prepares him for the second act, when Giacomo pours it under his belly, runs his tongue over his entire spine until it stops permanently in the groove of the nice firm buttocks and opens the gap in the anus already opened. A vigorous ride as usual, which Sergio particularly likes, as can be deduced from his moans that become grunts at the climax of the cumshot tributary that fills his intestines.
Before saying good night just a quick, ineffable exchange of jokes. "Warmth the lady ambassador!" "I'll see her again tomorrow." Sergio can't hold back a little smile, but he doesn't show it, because he's turned the other way, at night they sleep like that, naked, with Giacomo's cock lying on his ass.
The next day, at 10 o'clock sharp, Sergio and Ambassador Cipriani are locked in the studio with the two illustrious guests of the dinner. A close but very fruitful negotiation, with two small coffee breaks, which will be concluded with a memorandum of understanding around 4 p.m. Mrs. Eleonora recommended with her husband that he would warn her in time to have lunch prepared, but he predicted that things would go on longer and that therefore a rich dessert would be served. After greeting the guests with all her joviality, she took Giacomo under her arm and took him away, whispering "Let them work!". Then she makes a large patrol of the embassy's rooms with him, from the garden to the library-emerotheque, up to his apartment, more isolated and less accessible, located on the third floor of the villa. Here they can finally sit on the veranda, protected from all prying eyes.
Eleonora is radiant. She has done her hair with great care, she has put on a very accentuated makeup and a really penetrating perfume. Giacomo has already framed her in her physical exuberance just contained in a comfortable size dress. He also felt the strength of her grip when he squeezed her hand on his arm and felt her lightly curl when, perhaps distractedly perhaps not, in the elevator her hand touched his package. Clearly impressed the lady.
Giacomo measures words, but he talks a lot with his eyes. Eleonora overcomes all formal prudence and begins to familiarize herself with him in an increasingly flirtatious atmosphere of confidentiality. First of all she proposes to move on to the "you", then she lets herself go to a torrential tale of her days in Baku, of the non-existence of every occasion of true pleasure, and does not fail to express nostalgia for other cities and other nations lived in the wake of her husband.
They are sitting on the veranda on comfortable bamboo armchairs, she crosses her legs offering Giacomo's eyes the sight of two fleshy and soft thighs, made intriguing by the black lace of her stockings, while in the heat of the story the xxl tits swell up and almost threaten to overflow over her bra and shirt. Giacomo listens to her looking her in the eyes and smiling at her from time to time, but his mind is turned to grasp the whispering femininity of a woman in her sixties, a matron who seems to want to strongly claim the repressed desires, the denied rights of a woman still alive and pleasing, with oversized but in their own way harmonious shapes.
Giacomo continues to listen to her, nodding condescendingly, leaning slightly forward and placing his hand on Eleonora's knee. She has a tremor, withdraws her knee backwards, but she also bends forward and takes his hands in hers. Now they look at each other with soft eyes almost wondering what to do. Then she gets out of the chair and he does the same. She turns outwards as if to interrupt a moment of impasse; he's behind her and hugs her, with his hard pack pressed against her fat ass, grabs her tits with his full hands, and kisses her behind the neck. Eleonora shudders, sighs loudly, exclaims in a low voice. "Giacomo, no, please ...". But he doesn't give up, he knows it's what she wants. And in fact, he stretches his hands backwards and squeezes her swollen package. Then she turns around, takes him by the hand and leads him in a hurry to a small room inside, a sort of rather narrow wardrobe room, but with an armchair at the back.
They are in each other's arms, groping obscenely, kissing furiously, opening their shirts, pulling down their zips, caught in a sudden and uncontrollable vortex of passion. Giacomo pulls out her breasts, licks them with taste, biting her swollen nipples. At the same time, he lifts her wide skirt, slips his hands into her panties, which he finds already wet, and slips three fingers into her pussy, which is already starting to come apart. Eleonora, on the other hand, has never let go of Giacomo's cock, now she's pulled out her beautiful cock quivering, she starts masturbating it, but she wants it immediately. Slowly, she backs down to the armchair in the back of the room. The armchair is actually a pull-out bed, which in an instant becomes an excellent bed for info-lovers. Giacomo takes off her panties, pulls down her panties and trousers and immediately directs his broadsword towards Eleonora's fiery lair. Who knows how long that mature pussy has been waiting for this moment. Giacomo pierces her with great decision, she spreads her thighs as wide as possible and squeezes her legs in a bow behind his ass. Giacomo's cock is an inexhaustible plunger, his mouth keeps on voraciously sucking her tits, Eleonora moans and enjoys it noisily, she sighs and keeps repeating "Yesììì ... yesììì .... don't stop!". And Giacomo only stops when he sees her moaning with pleasure and then releases a powerful jet of cum that floods her pussy. They pant in unison, they remain attached even after her ejaculation; then, he puts himself on her side, hugs her again from behind, adhering with his dripping cock to those rounded buttocks with cellulite and squeezing her nipples with his fingers. It's a moment of abandonment and also of tenderness. Eleonora whispers to him: "What a wonderful man you are, Giacomo! …. Who knows how many beautiful women are lucky to have you!". And Giacomo, I put it off: "You won't believe it, Eleonora, but an elegant and charming lady like you I've never had!".
There's a bit of obvious plagiarism in Giacomo's expressions, but from Sergio's acquaintance with elite circles he has now learned the seductive art of words. After all, what does it cost him to tickle the vanity of a woman no longer sexting but so passionate? And then, he thinks, a matron so warm and pleasant, with this abundance of softness, is certainly not a mannequin, but still a nice bite. In the meantime, they have stripped themselves almost completely, not only of their clothes, but also of any remorse or shyness. Now he's lying on his back, she's getting back on her feet, rubbing her pussy on his cock and he's starting to revive himself. Her big tits dangling on Giacomo's face while he's groping her ass. As soon as his dick wakes up, she grabs it in her hand and puts it back in her pussy. Giacomo instead moves it further back, in line with his big asshole, and says: "Come on, sit on it!"
Only now do you understand his intentions and have a motion of uncertainty. He smiles at her and reassures her, he spreads his butt cheeks with his hands and makes her drop right down on his erect awl.
That dick is a bit big for her hole, it comes in hard, it rubs hard against the walls of the rectum. Eleonora feels the pain of penetration, she has the impression that his sword opens her in two, it's a very strong sensation that combines pain and pleasure, but in any case she doesn't want to give it up. And, in fact, when Giacomo's dick is entirely drawn into his sphincter, he emits a liberating cry: "Giacomo......stupendooooo!" And Giacomo also enjoys pumping that soft, cozy fat ass with determination and, when he says to her panting, "What a fantastic woman you are!", this time he says it without any platitudes. After having violated her deepest intimacy, that woman really feels it's hers.
The dessert made by Mrs. Eleonora intervenes, as the best icing on the cake, to seal the conclusions of the laborious meeting with a pre-understanding to be perfected within a month. They are all quite tired but satisfied and toast by meeting in Zurich. Sergio turns to the ambassador and says: "Naturally, Dr. Cipriani will do us the honor of attending the final signing...". Dr. Cipriani is visibly perplexed, he realizes that it's an unusual thing, but Mrs. Eleonora anticipates his answer almost chirping: "Of course, Doctor, we won't give up a weekend in Switzerland, will we, Attilio?".
