Extract from Too Blue Stories maagane. Susanna Fra

This is text from a magazine called Too Blue Stories. It was a short-lived British magazine from a few years ago and was mainly stories, illustrated by a few pictures. This issue had more pictures of British model Susanna Francessca, along with another story about her. I’ve typed it out here:


Susanna was at our studios again, getting naked for our photographer. She was quite tanned and told us she’s just come back from a holiday in Spain. ‘Did you get up to anything naughty?’ we asked her. She immediately went red with embarrassment. ‘Oh, I suppose I’d better tell you’, she said, ‘But I was a really naughty girl and I still can’t believe the things I did. I went with my friend Rosie and we were sunbathing, topless, round the pool. Guys would walk past and have a good look at our breasts, then walk by a few minutes later, to have another look. It was the last day of our holiday and one guy walked past a few times, then came and sat on the sun-lounger next to Rosie. He started talking to us and I noticed that when he was talking to Rosie, he was looking at her face, but every conversation he had with me was with him staring at my breasts. Anyway, Rosie seemed to like him and they agreed to meet up that evening.

I didn’t mind. I don’t have a problem going out for meals on my own. So that evening Rosie got dressed up to go out with her man, San, and I just put on a tiny dress, a very small g-string, high heel shoes and nothing else. I wondered some way from the hotel and came across a nice restaurant. I went in and a fantastic looking Spanish waiter showed me to my table and I noticed him glancing down the front of my dress. I didn’t mind. He was so, so handsome, I liked him looking.

I had a meal with a bottle of wine. The restaurant was really quiet and I got chatting to the waiter, which he liked, since it meant he could stand next to me and have a good look down my dress at my breasts. I remember leaning forward a bit, hoping that he could see my nipples. I was getting really d***k on the wine and I remember giggling at just about everything he said. I’d just about finished the bottle of wine and was flirting dangerously with him. Then he said ‘If you come into the back room with me for a bit of fun, you can have the wine and the meal for free’. Well, I knew what he meant by a bit of fun, and, well, I was d***k and horny as hell. I said, oh I don’t know, I mean what would I have to let you do to me that’s worth a bottle of wine and the meal? He just grinned and looked down my dress. Then he caught hold of my hand, pulled me up and we went down a corridor. He opened the door of a room and pushed me inside. It was really bright in there, for some reason. He walked up to me, pulled the thin shoulder straps of my dress down and my dress just slid straight to the floor. His eyes went down to my breasts, then roamed all over my body. I just stood there and let him have a good look at me, and I could see movement in his groin area, as his erection grew.

I thought, go for it girl, and I pulled my g-string right off. He reached out, grabbed my breasts, then ran his hands all over my body. Then one of his hands was between my legs and he inserted a finger, right up me. I was now desperate for cock and I undid his belt and zip, and pulled his penis out. Fuck, it was huge, and I wasn’t sure my tight pussy was going to accommodate anything that monstrous, but I was determined to give it a try.

He pushed me back until I was up against a table, then pushed my shoulders down so I was lying back on it. Then he caught hold of my ankles and lifted them right up in the air, pulled my ankles wide apart, exposing my pussy to his eyes. He bent forward and, well I don’t know how he did it, but he stuck his tongue right up inside my vagina. Oh, hell, he was good. Somehow he was stimulating my clitoris, probably with his nose, and within a few seconds I had a wonderful, shuddering orgasm. He had let go of my ankles, but I kept my legs right up in the air and wide apart. He held my pussy lips wide, wide apart and said ‘Ah, nice pretty vagina. I have seen it, now I fuck it’, and he stuck that massive cock right up inside me. I suppose he thought that since I’d had one orgasm, he could just satisfy himself by pounding my pussy as hard as he liked. Well, he did and soon shot his load up me.

We got dressed and went back to my table. I was pretty d***k and asked for another bottle of wine, since the first one and the meal had just been paid for, using my tits and pussy!!!




I had almost finished the second bottle of wine and was really very d***k. The waiter wasn’t paying me as much attention, now that he’d had a good fuck. I was even more horny now, since one orgasm is never, ever enough for me. The waiter went into the kitchen, then came back to me and said ‘We’ll let you off paying for the second bottle, too, if you let the chef fuck you’. I said, is he as good looking as you? and he said ‘Oh he’s better looking than me’ and grinned. I thought I might get another orgasm out of is so I said, okay then. He told me to go into the same storeroom and wait for the chef. I went in and waited. Then the door opened and, oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no. This short, fat, stubby, ugly, dirty, smelly little man came in. He must have seen the look of horror on my face, since he said ‘You drink my wine so now I fuck you’ I wanted to run out of there, but I was just was just stuck there. I though, oh hell, I suppose I’d better go through with it.

He pulled the shoulder straps of my dress down and before my dress even hit the floor, his stubby, dirty little hands were pawing at my breasts. He was just groping and squeezing them like crazy. Then he put one of his hands down between my thighs and f***ed his fingers up the inside of my g-string and up into my vagina. I think he managed to get two of his short, fat, dirty fingers up me and had a good feel up there. Then he pushed me up against the table, turning me around so my back was to him. I thought, at least I won’t have to see him fucking me. He pushed me down so I was facing down onto the table, then I felt him get hold of my g-string and pull it down to my ankles. I stepped out of it and he pushed my legs wide apart. He was squatting down behind me and I felt his hands on my pussy lips, pulling them apart, then around the entrance to my vagina, pulling it open. He said more or less the same as the waiter, something about ‘I see inside your pussy, now I fuck it’. He stood up and must have got his cock out, since I felt this wide but very short and stubby think thrust up me. He lent forward on my back and was just tall enough to reach round my front and grab and grope at my breasts, as he thrust away, grunting and squealing really loudly, like a pig.

I felt so, so used and dirty. At least it didn’t take him long to ejaculate. After he finished, I grabbed my g-string, slung my dress on, and got the hell out of there. As I walked past the waiter, he grinned at my embarrassment, and said ‘You British girls. You’ll let yourself be fucked by anyone’.

The next day, Rosie was full of talking about what a great time she’s had with her date, Sam, the previous night. It wasn’t until we were on the plane, going home, that she asked me what I’d done the last night. I said, oh, I just went out for a meal to a restaurant nearby. She said ‘I hope you didn’t go to that small restaurant just down the road and round the corner. Sam was letting me about it last night. Apparently the waiter does his best to get girls d***k, then takes them into the back room and has sex with them. But the terrible thing is, there’s hidden video cameras running in the room. They video it all then sell them online. The place is world famous, Sam said’. I must have gone so, so red with embarrassment. Rosie stared at me, then said ‘Oh Susanna, no. You didn’t. Oh, you did, didn’t you? Oh Susanna.

So, there you are. That was what naughty things that I got up to on holiday. I expect, by now, there are hundreds of men around the world, downloading the video of me getting my pussy pounded in some Spanish storeroom. And I didn’t even get a second orgasm out of it.