Ricardo’s Italian Sausage [F/M] Exceptionally Long

Hey guys, long time lurker first time poster. As with most of these stories, this didn’t happen today. This took place a few years ago while I was in New York city. I had traveled from Stockholm to New York for a 2 week intensive bartending course where I would be staying in accommodation with 29 other students. One of those students, Ricardo, took my interest on the first day, but this story takes place on the 2nd to last.

Ricardo [name changed] was a young, striking Italian man, who grew up on a small coastal town where he and his mother, a deeply Catholic woman, ran a small pizzeria. Ricardo was in New York for the bartending course because they planned to expand the pizzeria to include a cocktail bar. The country was, and still is, in deep recession and while the pizza they made was famous within the town, it was struggling financially and they had hopes for the bar to make them viable once more.

Ricardo, having lived under the watchful eye of mother his entire life, and having come from a small town, had been unable to find time for romance, if you know what I mean.

This was both our first time in New York city and we were enjoying the overwhelming experience together. Our days were filled with learning the art of cocktail making, and our evenings were spent out and about taking in the sights and sounds of the big apple.

We arrived in mid December which meant we were going to be spending Christmas away from our families. As an agnostic Swede, spending Christmas away from my family wasn’t such a big deal but for Ricardo this would be his first Christmas away from his family.

A little about myself first. I’m your typical Swedish girl. 5’3”, long auburn hair and a voluptuous chest which many men say is my best asset.

It was Christmas eve, and the final day of our course. The group, having grown close over the last two weeks, had decided to go out and have a big old hazaa before we all went our separate ways the next day.

Two of the students had a late flight that night and so were unable to join us for dinner. Gonzalo and Samantha were sharing a taxi to the airport and during our goodbyes, Gonzalo, a little drunk, kissed me on my lips. It came out of nowhere and in a moment of weakness I kissed him back.

Unfortunately Ricardo spotted this slight and went cold on me. The two weeks of sexual tension seemed to disappear immediately. We’d been making eyes at each other, his seemingly innocent touches on my back and shoulder… our late night chats with prolonged hugs as we parted each night… it all drained away.

I looked over at Ricardo and his eyes were daggers into my chest. After Gonzalo and Samantha left, the group walked to an intimate, tapas restaurant. Usually I would walk with Ricardo but he was clearly avoiding me. When the group arrived, a little late for our large booking, I pulled Ricardo aside to ask him what was going on. He tried to brush it off as nothing but I bugged him until he let it out. He explained, in his somewhat broken English, that he had developed feelings for me and that my kiss, my innocent goodbye kiss, with Gonzalo had enraged him.

I wanted to make it up to him, and knowing it was our last chance to see each other, suggested we ditch the group and eat at the small Chinese restaurant further down the road.

The table they had for us was perfect, close to the window, with a single candle. We ordered a duck soup and firewater beef. The food came out and despite our drunken hunger we were unable to finish it all. Ricardo, being the gentleman he is, tried to pay for the meal but I refused to let him. We split it 50/50 because I’m a strong, independent woman.

We had been so engaged with each other we hadn’t even noticed the light snow starting to fall. We began to walk back and passed a small jazz group busking on the street playing Christmas carols. We stopped and listened for a while, Ricardo being reminded of the Christmas celebrations that would take place in the town square back in Italy. Then Ricardo pulled out his iphone and said he’d do something cool. A few minutes later a black Chrysler 300c pulled up and he said get in. He’d ordered an Uber, back before Uber was even a thing. To say I was impressed is an understatement.

In the Uber I cuddled up next to him, choosing to sit in the middle seat. At a stop light, I turned my head and closed my eyes and Ricardo and I shared our first kiss. I let go of control and he put his hand on my neck. It was slow and powerful. Unlike earlier, when his eyes were firing daggers at me, this time they were softly gazing back into mine as I lost myself in his dark honey eyes.

When we arrived back at our accommodation, we decided to have one more drink at Molly’s, the Irish pub across the road. The bartender was a cute girl with a fringe that bobbed up and down as she went about her duties. I ordered a white Russian and was sorely disappointed to find out they had no milk so settled for my 2nd favourite drink, a black Russian. Ricardo ordered an old fashioned and we sat down.

We held hands and spoke of what our lives would be like once we returned home. After we finished our drinks we walked back into our building. We were staying on the top floor and he held on to my waist as we sneaked up the stairs. We found that most of the group had returned and both our rooms were full, with 4 people sleeping in each room.

We fell on to the couch, with no other options apparently available. But the couch was just meters from the instructor’s bedroom door. We tried to keep it quiet but as his cold hands found the small of my back and we gasped for moans in between kisses we knew this wasn’t the best option.

Ricardo jumped up, like an excited puppy, grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway. We squeezed into the bathroom where he pushed me against the door and fumbled with the lock. He did not however fumble with the clasp on my bra which surprised me as he had never been with a woman before. The bathroom was lit with a single fluorescent globe. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic lighting but fortunately there was a scented candle there to help hide the smells that 30 students can make in the morning. Ricardo turned the light off and lit the candle with a match. It was scented vanilla which was (spoiler alert) quite the opposite of the sex we were about to have.

I shrugged my tshirt off and now was topless. I decided to take back some control of the situation and got down on my knees. The cold hard tiles were uncomfortable and I tried to make a little padding using my tshirt. I undid Ricardo’s belt and fly and started to pull his jeans down. I could tell he was large. Not big enough to write home about, but definitely nothing to complain about either. His bulge was very clear through his grey boxer briefs.

I nervously grasped the sides of his briefs and with a huge smile of anticipation pulled them down. His cock was only semi hard. And this I will never forget… he looked down at me and said in his cute broken Italian English,

“Bella, please taste my Salami”

If I hadn’t been so caught up in the moment, I probably would have choked with laughter. But, rolling with the punches I did as instructed. I put both hands on to his salami and started to swallow his meat.

He grew hard in my mouth as his fingers combed my hair. He made small guttural moans as I went to town trying to fit him all in my mouth. The intensity grew and he started to thrust deeper down my throat. I looked up with puppy dog eyes and saw him staring at himself in the mirror. It was strange, but different strokes for different folks you know. I didn’t want him to finish yet so i got up off my knees and started to peel my jeans off.

Ricardo stepped out of his own jeans and climbed into the bath tub shower. He turned the water on and fortunately for us the building had endless hot water. The steam rose up as the hot water hit the cold porcelain. I was about to step in once the water had reached a nice temperature and Ricardo looked at me and spoke,

“We must be safe. Grab the shower mat”

He was referring of course to the ocean blue anti slip shower mat which was hanging over the edge. I threw it down and hopped in. My skin was covered in goose bumps. I turned around, my back to Ricardo. I placed my hands on the egg shell coloured tiles of the wall as the hot water poured down my body.

With full anticipation, ready for his salami to enter me I was shocked to feel his tongue touching my flaming womanhood. I had yet to be touched and the feeling went straight to my head making me gasp. He wasn’t the best, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. For the second time that night Ricardo surprised me,

“you taste better than my mama’s famous quattro stagioni pizza” Then dived right back in.

I was finally ready and I told him I wanted to feel him inside me.

He got up off his knees and grabbed my hips. I arched my back and felt his hard sausage at my entrance. I turned back around and told him, as sexily as I could, that I had a birth control implant in my arm and that he could finish inside me. His eyes opened up and he thrust deep into me.

The sweet release was magical and fortunately the hours of spinning pizza dough had made Ricardo strong enough to hold me up as my knees went weak.

Being his first time, he didn’t last long. He thrust like the energizer Bunny, his hips smacking into my butt as the water poured over our bodies, which had finally become one.

His moans were guttural and low, the force with which he thrust increased and finally his throbbing sausage burst inside me. He slowly withdrew from my womanhood as his sauce dripped out of me. We stood in the shower and washed each other and kissed slowly.

We ended up retiring to our own rooms and I never saw him again. It turned out he had an early flight.

I arrived back in Stockholm after my 9 hour flight and a few weeks later decided to get an STI check, I tested positive for chlamydia. I had to let Ricardo know and found him on facebook which is when my heart truly sank. His profile pictures were all full of some lass who was clearly his girlfriend. It turned out we were just each others’ wild New York fling. I did learn however that an anti slip mat is not enough protection when you don’t truly know the man you’re with.

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