I’m standing in the hallway, admiring Sofia’s fucking ass. Even though I’m hungry, and the smell of coffee is so strong I feel like I’m being drawn into the room, I drag the anticipation out.

Her ass is magnificent. So high and tight with those long slender legs that go on forever. I can be a bit of an ass man, and when it comes to ass like this, can you blame me?

She took it every which way last night and never missed a beat. Too many times the woman-sharing thing has gone to hell. It was something we did more often as teenagers if we got a kind hooker of Dad’s to take pity on us.

Back then, it was the three of us that collapsed, exhausted, halfway to the main event. Over the years, we tried a few women, but usually they just did not have the stamina.

Sofia…She didn’t just take it. She took it to new heights.

There’s an extremely explicit pleasure in fucking a woman who has a cock in every hole and yet still wants more. She made it real, special. Even when she was pressed between Marco and Antonio, with my cock down her throat, I had the distinct impression she was fucking us—not the other way around.

The way she looked up at me, like she was devouring me, an open maw of slick hot heat. Just sitting there on the stool, it was like she was smoldering.

I clear my throat a little, and she spins on the stool, looking startled.

“I’m sorry,” I say and move over to the counter, “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” she says, smiling, “I guess I just got too comfortable for a second. Forgot I wasn’t alone.”

I laugh as I go for the beast. The day simply couldn’t start without a strong espresso.

“I wouldn’t think that would be something you could forget, not after last night.”

My fingers pressed the button, and I watch the perfect cup of coffee being made. The first taste of it is fucking magic.

I look over as I sip my espresso. She’s wearing this gorgeous cheeky smile. Like something you might see on a Catholic school girl who’s wearing her skirt too short with pulled-up socks.

It says, I’m naughty, and I’m nice.

“I just didn’t hear you coming that’s all.” Her voice is light and innocent.

I lean over the counter towards her.

“It’s you I didn’t hear coming. You sure do keep it close until the end, don’t you?”

Something about the smile is a bit hard now. The eyes calculating. Like she’s going beyond stripping me with her eyes, but seeing right inside my skin.

Before I can think too hard about it, she tilts her head, grins and winks. Honestly, I think too fucking much. Even women of this caliber are not that complicated.

She probably just remembered her clothes are ruined or something.

“I like my noises to be completely genuine.” She looks me right in the eye as she speaks, voice low. “I don’t throw myself around screaming because it’s fake. Sex is deeply moving, it’s sacred, and I don’t want to sully it by faking anything. I scream when I need to. When I can’t do anything else.”

My heart pounds a bit harder, and I think about fucking her right here on the kitchen counter. This is a woman so secure in her own sexuality she can do anything and not feel dirty or subjugated.

She’s completely liberated.

It’s a nice change from some of the hookers I have to work with. They only get more jaded by the day. I honestly can’t blame them, the paths they have had to walk.

It makes me wonder though, what’s so different about Sofia?

How can she handle it all with such grace when other women burn out?

Marco’s off on the terrace on an early morning phone call. Mine will start up soon, I know. I’m running late, and I never finished all that fucking paperwork.

I don’t intend to rush though. I’m enjoying breakfast too much, and that’s the thing about work. It’s always going to be there.

Opportunities to play with toys like this don’t come up every day.

“I don’t often have such a good-looking breakfast companion,” I say and take a bit more fruit from the plate, leaning on the fridge as Sofia eats a piece of bread, slowly breaking it up into small pieces.

She grins. “Your brothers are easily as good-looking as me.”

I almost spit my coffee out trying not to laugh, “It’s all about your perception then, isn’t it?”

She laughs easily. “Of course. Eye of the beholder and all that. I personally think the view here is magnificent. Both right now…and last night.”

I can feel my cock rising as her eyes rake me over. She’s not just suggestive. Something about being near her is intoxicating.

With most women, the exhilaration is in the chase. Once you get a cock in them, you find they’re all pretty much the same. This woman though…

She’s something else.

Few women can take three cocks at once and still beg for more. With every blink of her eyes and toss of her hair, I can feel the touch of her hands, like electricity surging through me.

The hot, tight pussy that just keeps getting wetter. Soft large tits just begging to be nibbled.

If I don’t stop this right now, we are going to wind up fucking on the counter.

“So, what are your plans today, honey? All of us will be taking off in separate directions soon.”

She looks uncertain and a bit put out. Surely, she didn’t think we were going to stay here fucking her all day?

Looking into her disappointed face, it seemed she was thinking exactly that.

“Oh, well… I guess I should get back on the job thing. I can try to find a ride into the city I guess.”

I put my coffee on the counter.

“Hold up, just hold that thought.” I check the time. “I might be able to help you out there. Give me a minute.”

“What, with the job? Or the lift?”

“Both!” I say, hurrying out to take care of a few things. “I’ll be back in a minute.”