The Brazilian Ambassador's Wife Part I

The Brazilian Ambassador’s wife was an absolute total fox!

Gabrielle Dominquez y Montefiore was descended from Iberian aristocracy and spoke pure Castillian and her English was flavored with a British flavor that made her sexier with every word she spoke.

Gabrielle or “Gabby” as she was known to the entire international diplomatic crowd also spoke French with the distinct inflection of upper class Parisian society.

The truth was that Gabby was more plebian in her roots. Her mother was a highly paid courtesan much in demand in Rio de Janiero until her accidental death in her early 30s when Gabby was only 5 years old.

Gabby went to live with her Grandfather, Oscar de la Renterio, on his huge cattle ranch away from the bright lights and corruption that was Rio. Oscar was an odd bird. He had made a fortune in his associations with a number of shadowy financiers of German heritage. It was a tight knit group of men that seemed to sprout up out of nowhere in the years following World War II. Oscars ability to converse fluently in German was the key to gaining their confidence and he had benefited financially ever since his inclusion in the group.

When she was only 16 years old, Gabby was already glowing with the flame of sensual radiance. Her grandfather who was then in his sixties sensed her power over men.

Oscar trained the young girl to please men without thought to her own pleasure. He insisted she treat the elderly men around him with the utmost respect and accede to their demands without hesitation. Gabby was not too enamored of anal activities but acted like she was deliriously happy to receive the older male’s attentions to her soft teenage posterior. She didn’t like it when they joked together in German about her discomfort being bent over the table when they were playing cards or placed on her knees under the table when they were having their dinner.

By the time she was 29, Gabby knew every erotic trick and every kinky fetish invented in the most depraved of human minds.

When she met Juan Costas, it was lust at first sight and they were married in less than one short month. Juan was older than Gabby by about 25 years, but still decidedly younger than most of her sexual partners for the past thirteen years.

They honeymooned in Florida in a private villa on Key West. Gabby spent most of her time on the beach and devoured the young flesh, both male and female, hidden behind her fashionable sunglasses. Her juices were running strong as she viewed the suntanned expanses of delectable skin cavorting for her pleasure. Each night, her newly acquired husband mounted her either missionary style or doggy style from the rear and deposited copious loads of creamy cum in her well lubricated pussy and ass. She had no complaints about either his punctuality or his dedicated concentration that seemed to always end in about four minutes and thirty seconds from beginning to end. Juan was exceedingly clean and polite and always thanked her for her performance each and every time.

Gabby was a bit disappointed but she understood she could have done a lot worse than Juan Costas for a husband. She also did not want to risk her newfound position in society as a married woman by being discovered “En Flagrante” with a young man attending to her more depraved needs.

It was shortly after they returned to Rio that Juan received notice that he would soon be appointed as Ambassador to Croatia, a newly formed country on the edge of the old “Iron Curtain”. Gabby was not certain if this was good news or bad news. Granted their life in Rio was a bit boring, but Gabby was just getting used to the relaxed atmosphere and Juan’s 300 second love sessions were at least dependable even it not fulfilling.

They decided to make the journey by ship in order to take all of their furniture and belongings with them to the new post. It would be a 10 day trip but Gabby was always a bit fearful of flying and she was delighted with the arrangement.

The very first night at sea, they were seated at the Captain’s table and Gabby met several interesting people including a huge black man called “Number One”. He was the first mate and pretty much operated the ship in the role of Captain. The actual Captain was never seen and it was rumored he was an alcoholic wreck waiting for his imminent retirement from service. He was very specific to tell every person at the table his name was Jonas and not Jonah as some of the crew was prone to mutter.

Juan retired to bed early because he was already feeling the effects of some rough weather they were experiencing. It had started shortly after they left the safety of the harbor. Gabby stayed on in the huge dining room to have espresso and brandy with the interesting first mate called Jonas.

She remembered having a second Brandy and then a small glass of a clear Greek drink that set her mouth on fire.

Jonas escorted her back to her cabin but somehow they got sidetracked and she found herself bent over in the Officer’s lounge being rammed from behind by a huge black cock. It was so delicious that she managed to squirt her juices at least twice before the muscular uniformed black man groaned and shot his load deep between her legs. It was the force of the copulation and the strength of his spurting cum that reminded Gabby of some of the German gentlemen who had trained her so very well.

Gabby could tell the black officer regretted his actions and was worried about her reaction. She quickly set his mind at ease by sliding to her knees and licking his enormous cock clean with her pointed tongue. She remembered her lessons well and managed to keep eye contact with the first mate while she performed her cleaning duties.

When she got to the cabin, Juan was fast asleep from the pills he found necessary to take to ward off the discomforting effects of the rough weather. His snoring was disconcerting and she lay flat on her tummy riding her fingers to a very satisfying orgasm. The entire time she thought of Jonas’s huge cock driving deep into her pussy from behind and the lovely load of cum which was still seeping down her legs in a very satisfactory manner.

The very next day, Juan stayed in bed because the ship was still rolling with a chaotic tilt. In fact, most of the passengers were cabin bound for the very same reason.

Gabby was happy to join Jonas in his cabin for “A special lunch”. It was shortly after the door closed, that Jonas pulled her skirt up to her waist and he immediately buried his head in between her legs for “Appetizers “.

She was surprised when the large black man turned her onto her belly and then inserted his long tongue into her ass crack to lick her little brown hole. She could feel her anus blinking open and closed at the touch of the wet and demanding tongue on her sensitive pucker hole. Gabby heard her own groans as she anticipated the onslaught of his erection into her gaping rear door. The impalement was so very satisfying that Gabby began to orgasm as soon as Jonas’s huge member slid slowly into her rectal channel.

Her ass was up high and she was not expecting Jonas, who was a perfect gentleman up to that moment, to spank her defenseless ass cheeks with his rough calloused hands. The meaty sounds of her punishment made Gabby spray her juice down the inside of her trembling legs.

Jonas flipped her over and put her ankles up on his shoulders.

He cupped her bare cheeks with his hands and pushed his rock hard erection deep into her waiting pussy. His probing cock kept up a steady beat for at least 20 minutes before he picked up the pace and made her pant with desire for his load to spend into her thirsty pussy. She knew it was coming when he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard with his powerful hands. As soon as she felt the spurts hit the back of her vagina, she began to shudder from her own beautiful orgasm and locked her ankles tightly around his thick muscular neck.

She licked the final dribbles of white creamy cum off of his still erect black cock and showed Jonas that she swallowed it all into her tummy.

The remainder of the journey was a maze of frenzied meetings in different cabins, behind metal cabinets, and even in a lifeboat entered when no one was watching. It was a hundred times better than her honeymoon but she felt a bit guilty at being disloyal to the “under the weather” Juan.

For the next couple of months, Gabby was fearful of becoming pregnant with a baby much darker than either Juan or herself, but there was no indication of being caught in such a predicament much to her relief. She vowed to be more careful in the future to insist any penetration of her baby making machinery be done with a “raincoat” at all times.

Her first experience with a black man was so rewarding that she vowed to repeat the pattern when the opportunity presented itself.

When they landed at the bustling port in the Adriatic, Juan and Gabby were whisked off the ship by a convoy of vehicles from the Embassy. They were told their household goods would be following by rail the following day. Unfortunately, they were not to marry up with their precious possessions for a full three months. The Brazilian Charge d’ Affairs was quite certain it was payback for some slight perceived in the Brazilian handling of diplomatic luggage at the airport in Rio.

They were the guests of Carlos Mendoza and his wife Lucia who had taken up expatriate residence close to the Brazilian Embassy.

Carlos was a very rotund and affable man in his early 60s and had the good fortune to be depressingly rich. He was most gracious and made no attempt to hide his obvious attraction to Gabby’s heart-shaped bottom. His wife, a most attractive woman in her mid-forties, even chided his persistent leering in a good-natured jab or two.

Juan was so very busy in the first few weeks that he had little time for his wife and dropped off to sleep shortly after retiring in the evening.

Gabby was desperate for sex of any variety. She masturbated regularly in the bathroom away from prying eyes picturing Jonas’s huge cock pounding away at her needy pussy. One day, not waiting to use the upstairs bathroom, she took care of herself in the downstairs hall bath right after an unsatisfactory lunch of cheese and wine.

Just as she was hitting her clitoris and whining out her first throes of pleasure, the unlocked door opened and a startled Carlos viewed her wide open pussy spread out in full glory on the commode.

“Oh, Dear! I am so sorry, Senor Mendoza. I assure you I meant no disrespect for your lovely home.”

The older gentleman chuckled and responded,

“My dear little Gabby, you have made my heart burst with happiness to see your lovely little bush.”

Gabby realized belatedly that she had made no effort to cover her naked body and left her fingers in place right on her twitching clitoris. She opened her legs wider and gave Carlos a look not only at her dripping slit but also her quivering brown hole desperate to be filled. The look on her host’s face made her come to a very quick and satisfying orgasm and she whimpered it out in front of the older man.

When she removed her fingers with a sodden plop, Carlos drew her hand up to his nostrils to inhale the full scent of her arousal.

He opened his belt and allowed his trousers to fall to the bathroom floor. Gabby’s attention was drawn to the magnificent cock sticking out in full extension in front of his paunchy belly. When Carlos moved in closer, she reached up and took his manhood into her sticky palm and opened her lips for his throbbing shaft.

The feel of the pulsating meat of Carlos’s rampant cock was a sheer delight to the long-deprived Gabby. She sucked vigorously and applied her saliva to the thick bulb to help it slide deep into her throat. In just a few short minutes, Carlos grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take him all the way inside. She gagged for a moment, but quickly recovered and looked up into his hungry eyes. Her look was all he needed to push him over the top. The rush of salty male juice into her mouth was familiar like an old friend. She swallowed and sucked with precision just as she had been trained so long ago.

Gabby licked Carlos clean and pulled up her panties after she replaced his satisfactory cock inside his expensive trousers. When she turned around to look at herself in the mirror, the rotund older man grasped both of her ass cheeks in a firm grip and squeezed her until she gasped in protest. It did feel nice to her but she did not want to appear too easy for this rich and powerful man.

She could see the shock on his face when the voice of his wife, the lovely Lucia, wafted through the locked door.

“Carlos, darling, whatever are you doing in there?”

The guilt swept across his face so rapidly that Gabby had to smile at his transparency.

“Believe me, dear, you don’t want to come in here right now.”

Carlos reached up to turn on the ceiling fan to emphasis his meaning.

“There is no need to be so crude so early in the day. You are such a bad man. I will be on the veranda with a nice quiche. Do hurry!”

Gabby turned around and kissed the worried Carlos on the lips.

“Go run and get your quiche, darling. I will be available to you if you need me for any more lovely games.”

The temporary stay at the Mendoza villa was starting to look up. Gabby looked at her reflection in the mirror making minor repairs to lipstick.

“I am a good girl. It is just I have to be really bad sometimes and I don’t know why.”

She knew she had to find a strong person, either a man or a woman, to punish her for her naughtiness. She needed someone to make her pay for her ingrained badness. Then she could feel better. She would be free of guilt once again.

(To be continued in Part II, Gabby meets Michael, her soul-mate master.)