"Business or pleasure?" he whispered in my ear, his right hand stroking my left leg, moving under my mini skirt, to rest on the freshly shaved softness of bare leg above my hose. "Business" I replied the forefinger and thumb of my left hand slowly jacking his flaccid penis, my eyes glued to the pornography on the screen, some 20 rows ahead of us. "And pleasure" I added softly as I tightened my grip.

Located near the Ponte Vecchio on the Arno River, the Cinema Arlecchino is renowned in Firenze for the sexual antics of it's male clientele. Opening hours are from 3:30 till midnight and any day of the week finds a crowd of cruising Latin lovers, an eclectic mix of leather and lace, with a sprinkling of curious voyeur and participatory tourists thrown in to add to the excitement. Classify it a gay theater and you're missing the mark, although it's true that pure heterosexual encounters there are rare. No, the Arlecchino is more than that, I classify it as a meeting place, a place of opportunity, a place where you can, in relative freedom, search for whatever you may want. My only advice if you choose to visit and participate; like what you want.

This Saturday night, like most, the place was a regular zoo.. There were at least 100 men in the theater, about half of whom were sitting in the seats, watching a plotless (but very graphic and stimulating) tale about some Italian mobster's girl who couldn't seem to get enough men, although in the scene I was watching as I caressed my new friend she had no place to put anymore even if she wanted to! The other patrons were either cruising the aisles, balconies, and stairwells, or they were locked in embraces and more in the "dark" areas or the lavs.

I had come to the cinema from my hotel, having partially dressed in stockings. panties, bra, and a large sweater. Over that went my jeans, and loafers, giving me the appearance of an ordinary tourist, while allowing me to easily change into Leslie in quick time. The balance of my outfit, a black mini skirt, black stiletto heels and jewelry, were packed in a canvas book bag slung over my shoulder. Upon arriving at the cinema, I made my way to the upstairs lavs where I stripped off my loafers and jeans, putting them in the book bag, put on the skirt and heels, lipstick, earrings and necklace. I slipped on a black head band, and teased my long hair over the sides of it. All this was done in full sight of a group of bemused looking gays waiting their turn in the stalls, where, from the sound of it, there was some serious sex going down.. I didn't generate any interest there!

As I walked back into the main area of the huge theater, the sharp click of my heels on the marble floor announcing my coming, several heads turned in my direction, eyes following my swaying hips as I made my way to the rear. There, close to one of the dark areas where the majority of the activity is, I turned, leaned against a pillar, and pretended to watch the flick. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I scanned the 30 or so rows of seats in the theater, catching site of what appeared to be another TV seated about midway up. I like to stand in the back because it's easier to move away from someone's advances if I'm not interested in them. I've found that when seated, you're less able to get away, and believe me you want to get away from some creeps fast.

I had been standing there only a few minutes when I felt something brush against my ass. Without glancing behind me, I moved back slightly until I felt the pressure of a hand. As I continued to stare ahead, two hands cupped both cheeks, and I could feel warm breath on the back of my neck. Looking back, I saw my admirer was an older gentleman, perhaps in his 50's, with gray hair, a handsome enough face, and slightly taller than me. The first look was enough to whet my appetite, and I dropped my hand behind me and found his crotch. He moved his hands around my waist, and his lips pressed against my left earlobe as I squeezed his balls through his trousers. He spun me around, and pulled me to him, dropping his hands to caress my ass again. As I tilted my face toward him, he engulfed my open lips with his mouth, forcing his tongue past my partially open teeth and into my mouth, where I began gently sucking it. He broke the embrace, and taking me by the hand, led me down a side aisle about 10 rows from the back. I took the second seat in with him taking the aisle seat. As I sat down, I noticed a man sitting down beside the other TV a few rows in front of us. Before I could see what was going down between them, the arm around my shoulders pulled me around and those lips were on mine again and my mouth was full of tongue. With my right hand I unzipped his fly, reached inside, and pulled his soft cock out, and grasp it in my left.

It was when we came up for air that he asked me the purpose of my visit to Firenze. "What is your name" he asked as I continued to slowly jack this growing piece of man meat. "Leslie" I replied "and yours?" "I am Marco" he whispered, his mouth against my ear. With that he thrust his tongue into my ear, setting me on fire, and I increased the pressure and tempo of the hand job I was giving him. The more I jacked him, the harder and longer he got, and when I could stand it no longer, I dropped my head to his lap to get it in my mouth. "No" he said, pulling my head back up, "there are too many people now, it is too dangerous. Later, when there are less people, something can be arranged". Disappointed, I continued to stroke him, as he ran his hands under my skirt and to the cheeks of my ass. "When?" I asked. "Later" was his reply as I hiked my skirt up around my waist to give his prying hands free access to my ass. He pulled my panties down to my knees and as I leaned away from him he probed at my pucker. I could feel my muscles relax as the first knuckle passed in. He held it there for a second, then withdrew it and brought it up to my lips. Quickly I sucked his entire finger into my mouth, then a second, coating them with a thick film of saliva. When I had them wet, I slid my ass forward to the edge of the seat so he could get at it. He inserted both fingers into my ass pussy with a gentle slow in and out motion as the lips formed a tight o around them and soon he had worked them in to the last knuckle. I moaned with pleasure, the feeling heavenly. As he felt the muscles relax further, he pulled them out and inserted yet another finger in my love hole. It was ecstasy, my ass rode his fingers as he increased the length of his strokes, and when he had them all the way in, I was stretched as if I had a cock in me. He pulled them out and put them in my willing mouth. I almost came as I tasted my own sex on his fingers. "Later" he said, "something can be arranged here, but now is too dangerous" and with that he pulled back from me, straightened his clothes, and quickly left.

I was hot! As I pulled myself back together, I noticed that the other TV and her friend were gone. I sat there for a while trying to regain my composure and trying to think of the right thing to do next. I decided to return to the back of the theater and see what else I could find, I needed cock and I needed it bad. But you don't need bad cock, Leslie, I said to myself, so keep calm. Oft times in this heat, I have sacrificed good judgment for the lust I felt, and each time I've ended up regretting it, sooner or later. So I fought the impulse to seek out the first guy I saw with his cock out, and forced myself to make my way to the back of the theater, again finding a vacant pillar to lean against and try and attract one of these handsome Italians.

As I was leaning there, with my eyes on the screen ahead but still looking for opportunity at every angle, I detected movement of some kind to my extreme right, in the darkened section usually reserved for the more serious group sex. More than casually I surveyed the scene, a man standing, with a woman kneeling in front of him. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw it was the TV I had observed earlier, on her knees, sucking the dick of this man standing over her. His hands were around her head, he was driving the length of his enormous organ into her face. From my vantage point I wasn't sure if she was wild with ecstasy or fear. She tried to clutch his dick in her hand to arrest the depth he could give her, but each time she tried he slapped her hand away. He was intent on burying his entire cock in her mouth, ignoring the physical signs that it was impossible, she was gagging with each thrust. I've had enough cock to know that the best thing to do in this situation is to grasp the cock in your hand and meter it into your mouth to keep from gagging. You can suffocate, literally, with a cock stuffed down your throat. It cuts off the air supply through the mouth and nose. You have to pull it out enough to at least get air down your nose to survive. He wasn't letting her do that, and she was beginning to panic, trying to back away, which only made him more determined to bury her face into his pubic hair.

As I watched, he slapped her face, I don't know if it was to loosen her jaw muscles or not, but it had no effect, and so he began to slap harder, then punch her face. With his other hand, he grasped one of her boobs and squeezed until she screamed with pain, again trying to back away from his hand, which invited a punch from the other side. Then he thrust the complete length of his dick into her mouth, snapping her head back against the cold concrete wall. It would have bounced if he had not been there to nail into it again. The cries coming from her mouth were not those of ecstasy, I could tell that now. She was being raped, not by a court's definition, but surely by mine - I was watching.

I live by a simple creed - I don't interfere with other people's idea of fun, and I don't expect or accept their interference in mine. Life's too short. So, my first inclination was to look at something else, to put this out of my mind. Rough trade, I thought, you've certainly had your share, now she's having it. But, still, it bothered me Again he bounced her head off the wall. I walked toward them, the sound of my stiletto heels causing him to stop his thrusting and leer at me. "Look pal" I started to say but and his back hand came from nowhere to strike my jaw with such force that I had to claw the wall to keep from falling. He reached out to grab my sweater and pull me to him. "Hold that thought" I deadpanned as my right fist came up from my side and caught him in a sucker punch underneath his chin, driving his bottom teeth halfway through his tongue as they met his top teeth. My left fist came straight at his stomach, and as he began to collapse I drove my right hand into his bloody mouth, feeling at least one tooth, maybe more crack with the force. The TV had freed herself from him as he crumbled to the floor and was now cowering in the corner. He half crawled, half ran away, muttering something I couldn't understand in Italian as he went.

"There" I said, once he was gone, "you can get back to enjoying the evening". "No, no I cannot stay here, he will kill me" she replied, the panic evident in her voice. "Well then go on home, and forget this night" I suggested. "No, no , you do not understand, if I leave he will follow me and kill me". " Well shit lady" I said "you're going to have to do one or the other, they'll kick you out of here at midnight, no doubt about that". "Please, please come with me" she begged, her voice barely above a whisper and tinged with fear. Ain't this a kick in the ass, I thought to myself, here I am, all dressed up, all this Latin meat strutting around, Marco is bound to come back to get a piece of ass, and this cock sucking whore of a she male wants me to escort her home so the object of her affection won't beat the shit out of her. Fuck off I've got me to think about, I'm thinking and would have told her so had I not looked into her eyes and seen the genuine fear that had before only been in her voice. "Shit, ok" I said as I began to take off my skirt, heels, and earrings and put my jeans and shoes back on, "but I'm coming back here later, godammit, I'm not wasting my night".

Her name was Maria, and she lived within walking distance of the theater, up the hill in the direction of Piazza Michelangelo, and we walked there, me in street clothes and her still as Maria. I got a good luck at here as we walked, she was almost the same height as me, she was shapely, her tanned hoseless legs disappearing into a pair of tight shorts which accentuated her ass cheeks. She as wearing a silk top, no bra, and I caught a glimpse of her small breasts from time to time as she swung her arms while walking. Her hair was jet black, parted in the middle and hung straight to shoulders.

She shared a small apartment with Sheila, another TV, who according to Maria worked as a hooker on the corner in front of the Hotel Villa Medici or in the Piazza Orgnassini, "sucking the cocks of tourists for her pimp" as Maria put it. Sometimes they went to the Arlecchino together or out to several of the gay bars that were T* friendly, but usually the arrangement between them was just sharing the apartment. According to Maria they had never slept with each other.

When we reached the apartment she insisted that I come in for a drink. I think she was afraid that we had been followed so I agreed to stay for a few minutes just in case. "Maybe you would be more comfortable back in your clothes" she suggested, at first confusing me, but then I realized she meant as Leslie. "Yes I would, this street disguise doesn't fit all that well" and with that I stripped off my shoes and jeans and took my clothes from the book bag. She set two glasses of Pinot Grigio on the table in front of me. As I was getting back to Leslie, she walked into the next room. "Just one minute" she said over her shoulder as she left. I sat sipping my drink, getting a look around the apartment. It was small, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and the room I was in appeared to be a living room. I could imagine that the rent was very high, given the location, which could explain why the roommate hooked. I wondered if Maria did.

The sketches on the wall intrigued me, charcoals and what appeared to be etchings of nudes mixed with landscape scenes of rural Tuscany. "I am an art student" Maria said, her unheralded arrival snapping me out of my concentration, "I work part time at the Ufizzi". "Well" I said, my gaze sweeping past the drawings to focus on her "I think you're more than a student, this work is brilliant". "Grazzi" she said politely as she came completely into view. She had looked hot in the shorts and top, but now she was wearing a long blue jean shirt, unbuttoned past her small breasts, a very casual look. As she walked to the couch, I could just make out the bottoms of her ass cheeks at the bottom of the shirt. When she sat down, I could see that she was wearing a pair of pink thong panties under the shirt. I sat beside her on the couch and we raised our glasses in toast "for your help" she said "grazzi". "Prego" I replied "I've had my share of rough trade, but that looked like it may have become terminal". "Yes" she said, her voice again sounding shaky and weak, "he wanted to have me from behind, without a condom. I refused and he began to hit me, then he hurt my breasts and tried to choke me". "Yeah" I replied "there's something macho about these Italian studs, they don't believe in condoms, must be a religious thing or something. I always carry my own for those kinds of situations. Are your breasts ok?" I continued, aware of the double meaning of that question. "They hurt, and I'm afraid they are bruised " she answered, pulling open the top of her shirt to reveal two small breasts with just the hint of cleavage between them. Her nipples were like mine, but blended more because of the olive color of her skin. Our breasts were about the same size, although my overall chest was larger.

Instinctively I reached out and touched the underside of the breast closer to me and heard her breath catch as my fingers brushed upward across the tip of her semi hard nipple. I bent forward till my lips were on her nipple, and slowly caressed her other breast with my left hand. Her hands went to the back of my head, and she gently pulled me toward her until my face was buried in her chest. "Ohhhhhhh" she moaned softly as my mouth began gently sucking her nipples, first the right and then the left, my hands taking care of one and my mouth the other. She worked my sweater up and slid her hand to my bra, pulled it out till she could fit first her fingers, then her hand under it and mash against my hardening nipples. I reached back with my left hand and unhooked it so she could caress my tits, which she did as I began lightly kissing her neck. I moved to her lips, her mouth parted instantly and devoured my tongue. As I brought my arms around her she did the same to me, and we locked in a passionate embrace as our tongues went wild.

I stood, pulled my sweater over my head, removed my bra and skirt then helped Maria remove her shirt. "Let us use the bed" she whispered, and led me by the hand to her bedroom. Turning on the bedside lamp, clad in only her high heels and thong bikini panties, she sat down on the edge of the mattress, indicating that I should come closer. She reached out and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I steadied my self with one hand on her shoulder as I raised first one foot, then the other to step out of them. She took my soft dick in her right hand, and reached under it to cup my balls in her left. She began a gentle jacking motion then pulled the head of it to her lips, forming a puckered o with them and finally it disappeared between her teeth. The pleasure was immense as she licked and sucked it softly as if it were a clit. I slowly pushed her away until she was laying on the bed, her legs spread and hanging over the side. I dropped to my knees between them reached up and pulled her panties down her legs and off. Her dick was nearly the same size as mine, but darker meat.

She was shaved except for a triangular patch of hair from the top of her bikini line to the point where here dick and balls met. I dropped my head to her ball sack and sucked them both into my eager mouth, as I gently stroked her dick with both hands. Spreading her legs farther apart, I gently kneaded the area around the pucker of her ass pussy, first with my thumbs, then my tongue. The entrance to her love hole was darker than the surrounding skin, with the pucker wet and opened slightly, showing just the promise of what pleasure it held inside. As I licked around it, she held my head with her hands. "Your ass pussy tastes heavenly" I said as I stood from my kneeling position and repositioned her so she was completely on the bed. "Let me taste it" she moaned and pulled my mouth down on hers, sucking my tongue in her mouth. We then reversed into a 69 position, Maria on the bottom, her legs pulled back so I could reach her ass pussy, and me with my knees on either side of her shoulders, her head on a pillow and her face parting my ass cheeks. We both began by licking around the pucker, making it wet and soft. As I worked the tip of my tongue into her hole, I felt her tongue slide in mine, and I buried my tongue in her until I my teeth were against the outside of her hole. I believe I would have tried to get my whole face in there if I thought I could. This was the strangest thing I had ever done, two hot TVs eating each others ass pussies like a pair of lesbians. The thought made it even better, and Maria's tongue was as far up me as she could get it.

I had to have more of her in me. To Maria's protest, I got up, and went for my book bag. When she saw me come back with a package of condoms, a smile crossed her face. "We're not going to argue over who gets to be on top are we" I joked. "You first, you're the guest of my country" she said rolling over "but then I must have my turn". As I unpacked the condom she lay on her stomach, two fingers of her right hand buried halfway in her hole, slowly finger fucking herself as she watched me roll it on over my rigid dick. When I had it on she sat up and took it in her mouth and down her throat, coating it with a generous amount of lubricating saliva. Taking it out, she turned and positioned her knees on the edge of the bed, her head resting on a pillow in front of her, her ass pussy at dick level straight in front of me. I put the head of my wet cock to her loosened pucker and as I eased forward, I could feel her open to me. With in two strokes I was halfway in. I held it there until I felt her relax completely then I eased the rest of the way in, till my pubic hair was resting between her cheeks. "Oooooohhhhh......" she moaned as I began a slow gentle in and out fucking motion. She thrust back to meet me as I increased my tempo, holding her by the hips and pumping my dick into her. Soon I felt the stirring of climax in my balls, and I slowly pulled out of her. "Now it's your turn I said" opening the second condom and handing it to her. After she had put it on, I lubricated it with my mouth and lay back on the bed, my legs hanging over the edge, my ass on the edge. As she came between them, I raised and held them up just behind the knees with my hands, exposing my ass pussy to maximum penetration from her. She lowered herself and her dick went all the way in on the first stroke. "Ahhhhhhhhh....." I sighed as my ass muscles gave way to the onslaught of her meat "that's heavenly". Supporting herself on her arms she fucked in and out of me, first slowly, then building the tempo. The feeling was tremendous, as she pulled out it felt like she was taking my insides with her, and on the down stroke, it was if a warm poker was being thrust inside me. I could have let her fuck me all day, but she was as hot as me and soon she was showing signs of being ready to cum.

"Let's finish 69ing" I suggested and she pulled out. Before we removed the condoms, we took each others dicks in our mouths, tasting our own hot sex. Then we took off the condoms and resumed our cocksucking. We were sucking and slurping, deep throating each other fast and furious.

When I could hold it no longer, I relaxed and felt my orgasm pulsing from my ball sack, up through my cock into Maria's waiting and eager mouth. She held the first spurts in her mouth, then swallowed to make room for the rest. I came b, but she didn't waste a single drop, never taking my dick from her mouth. Just then I felt her tense and the love juice erupt from the head of her dick. I pulled her all the way inside me, and the head of her dick reached the back of my mouth. Her cum was warm and thick as I felt it slide into my throat. After the initial spurt, I pulled back and took the succeeding discharges in my mouth, letting my mouth fill up before swallowing.

We lay there, spent, having sucked all the available cum from each other, at least all that was available for now. With a little time and attention, we were sure we could have each other up again.