When in Rome: Micro-Story, 300 words [F]

Sarah, 27 years old. Brunette. Single. Work as a Barista at an internet cafe in Chicago. On vacation in Italy.

It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss: the plaza was empty, not a soul in sight, and the statue of the Greek athlete with a gloriously erect cock was all but calling her name. Mustering her courage, before she had sensible second thoughts, she hiked up he skirt and shucked her panties, wadding them up and shoving them into her purse.

She got up onto the base of the marble statue and with a little bit of climbing found herself with her arms around the statue’s neck and her slit, already moist with anticipation, poised right above the statue’s marble cock.

Double-checking that the coast was clear, she took a deep breath and started to lower herself down. She hadn’t anticipated the coldness of the marble, and it elicited a sharp gasp of surprise as the tip of the statue’s dick slipped between her lips. But she refused to turn back now and she kept at it, impaling herself inch by inch on the magnificent piece of craftsmanship until she felt it’s marble balls press against her.

She stayed like that for a long moment, enjoying the incredible feeling of the cold, hard marble filling her, then she tightened her grip around the statue’s neck, hauled herself up and did it again. The cold radiating outward from the marble seemed to heighten her sensitivity the second time around, and she threw he head back and moaned in pure agonizing ecstasy as she worked her way back down the shaft a second time. The third time was no less disappointing and it was all she could do to stop from screaming when she finally picked up her pace and started bouncing herself up and down the marble shaft.

Time and all sense of worry and the world around her slipped away as warmth and pure unadulterated ecstasy flooded through her body, escalating ever higher towards the blissful crescendo that she hadn’t felt in so long. When it finally came, she felt her whole body shudder and quiver from the intensity of it and all that she could down was bury her face in the statue’s cold shoulder and scream with blissful agony.

END

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