Lost in Lisbon

Literotic asexstories – Lost in Lisbon by Np81la,Np81la
This is a spin-off of Sofia’s story, the teacher who was sentenced to 7 years of slavery and 500 lashes for negligent homicide. The story takes place in contemporary Portugal but in an alternative reality where slavery and corporal punishment are substitutes for fines and prison. This story happens after the events described in “Back to Skool” It is not necessary to read all of my works, but I would appreciate it if you did.

All characters engaging in sexual activities are at least 18 years old at the time of the events. I would appreciate it if readers could provide some feedback, as this is my first attempt as a writer in English.

One thing I notice is that the story seems to have a life of its own, and I end up writing things that were not planned and probably this story will have more parts than I originally intended.

Thank you for the time you spent reading.

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It was 5:30 on a Monday afternoon, and I found myself in an unfamiliar area of Lisbon. Checking Google Maps for the address written on the sealed envelope: Rua do Olival, Graça.

I caught the number 28 tram up to Largo da Graça. This time of year, Lisbon is swarming with English, German, and American tourists: noisy and obnoxious. The number 28 tram is their favorite mode of transport, from Jardim da Estrela all the way to St. George’s Castle. They roam around aimlessly, shooting photos of everything and everyone. “Very typical,” they say.

On the tram, I found myself seated next to an English tourist, a blonde girl with a round face and blue eyes. Beyond her blue eyes and blonde hair, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her white t-shirt with blue stripes. I caught myself trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts or one of her nipples poking through the shirt – as if I didn’t already have enough problems because of my taste for breasts. The girl caught on to what I was doing and gave me a conspiratorial smile that left me feeling embarrassed. Fortunately, it was my stop. I returned her smile and departed from the tram to continue my search. The district of Graca in Lisbon was a poor neighborhood inhabited by sailors, laborers, and soldiers from the famous Sapadores regiment. Several factories had built blocks of houses for their workers. Villa Berta, Villa Candida, Gold Star District–these villas once housed real people but are now being transformed into Airbnbs, hostels, and luxury condominiums for tourists and yuppies.

Google had directed me down a narrow street, lined with two-story houses and grocery stores run by Nepalese, many of those shops were just fronts for human trafficking networks. There was also an older tavern and a fado house. Finally, I arrived at No. 17. It was a two-floor house with a tiled facade, its windows adorned with lively green-painted wooden shutters.

A heavy cast iron knocker shaped like a fist hung from the center of the wood door, I used it to rap on the door while I pondered what might be behind it and what the letter could contain.

“Coming! Just a moment!” I heard from inside the house, it was a woman’s voice, at least I was not going to be beaten up by some thug. But I was pretty sure I was going to be punished for my behavior in the classroom. I was carrying my sentence in the back pocket of my jeans.

A woman around 40 years old partially opened the door of the house and asked, “How can I help you?”

“I have a letter for Carla… from my teacher, Sofia Santos,” I said, hesitant.

“A letter from Sofia! Please hand it to me.” Her eyes lit up upon hearing the name of Miss Sofia. I handed her the letter, she grabbed it, and she was about to close the door when I said.

“Miss Sofia told me to bring back a response,” I told her.

“Huum. Come inside then. What is your name, boy?” When she opened the door, I could get a better look at her. She was wearing a black silk kimono with red birds embroidered, her short brown hair was wet, and she was barefoot.

“Vasco, Vasco Miguel Gabriel dos Anjos, at your service,” I said as I continued to observe my hostess and her home.

“Come on then, Vasco dos Anjos, let’s enjoy the late afternoon in my courtyard. It’s very pleasant.” She used an ironic tone when she said my name (Anjos=Angels=Miguel=Gabriel). She showed me the way through a narrow corridor, the floor made of aged wood, and the high ceilings with ancient exposed beams, highlighting the building’s structure. The walls were decorated with paintings, I noticed two; one was a poster of three girls on a beach. I recognized my teacher and her, plus a third girl. The other was a nude portrait of her.

The corridor ended in a very large room, It was a living room, a kitchen, and also a sleeping room. The wood furniture made the transition from one space to another. The room was a mix of modern design and old architecture, and I noticed that there were almost no plastic objects present. The south wall was made almost of glass and granted access to a garden.

She led me to the garden, which had a small infinity pool facing the river Tagus.

“Take a seat, Vasco dos Anjos. While I read the letter, there is beer if you want some, or take a dive.” She said, mocking my name again.

I sat down on a garden chair, feeling somewhat awkward. I watched her as she ascended to a small wooden deck and took a seat at a table to read the letter. She was not a slim woman; by the contrary, she was somewhat on the fat side, not fat, voluptuous would be more accurate, and she moved in a very seductive way, almost like a cat, every move requiring no more effort than the minimum necessary.

I took a beer; it was an imported wheat beer. As I drank the beer, I observed all the expressions and movements she made while reading the letter. What could be written in that letter? What would be my punishment? Another thought popped into my head: was this woman naked under the kimono?

“You’re a dumbass, Vasco,” I scolded myself. “What does it matter if she’s naked or not? She’s old enough to be your mother, and you already have enough problems.”

She stood up and approached me, holding the letter in her hand. I swallowed hard as my eyes fixed on the kimono’s neckline, the cleavage confirming my suspicion that Carla was naked underneath it. She was probably swimming naked in the pool when I knocked on the door, hastily throwing on the kimono.

“Have you read this letter?” She asked. I nodded.

“No, ma’am,” I responded, lowering my eyes. She walked over to the barbecue, struck a match, and set fire to the letter. Whatever my teacher had written was now ashes and smoke. She turned back to me, moving like a cat.

“You know how to swim?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered.

“Good, you can go for a swim while I think about the response letter to Sofia.” It was not an offer, but an order.

“I don’t have any swim trunks, ma’am,” I told her, just to be clear, but she already knew that.

“A bit late for you to be shy, Vasco dos Anjos.” The way she spoke told me she knew about my dirty deeds.

I undressed nervously and folded my clothes, all in a vain attempt to hide my manhood. In my current state, it wasn’t anything impressive to look at, and if that was her goal, she would be disappointed. I took a deep breath and walked to the poolside shower. The sun-warmed water eased some of my stress. I dove headfirst into the pool.

The water was very pleasant. Carla had transformed her backyard into a small paradise. The small 7×3-meter pool had its southern part made of glass, creating the illusion of infinity. I could imagine swimming over the rooftops of Lisboa or in the Tagus River. The jacarandá tree on the west side gave us shadow and green, plus the sweet aroma that enveloped us.

Carla rose from her chair, where she had been writing a response letter to my teacher. But I also caught sight of her watching me as I swam. Was this my punishment? Being observed naked by an older woman, perhaps to experience the discomfort that girls feel.

“Is the water good?” It was a rhetorical question, but I answered.

“Yes, it is,” I felt like an idiot, it was her swimming pool.

“Great, can I keep you company?” It was another rhetorical question. Before I had time to respond, her black silk kimono had fallen to the floor, as if removed by an invisible servant. She was standing by the pool stairs completely naked, adorned only with a thin gold chain around her waist, accentuating her voluptuous hips. I lowered my eyes and turned away as I felt her enter the water.

“Don’t be shy, I won´t bite you.” She said, while she swam to my side, I couldn’t help but stare at her pair of round, full breasts.

“If you won’t bite, may I ask what you will do to me?” She kept swimming slowly around me, like an otter, playfully exposing herself.

“Nothing you won’t want; all your duties to me and to your teacher ended when I finished writing the reply letter.” What was she saying? Was I not going to be punished for my behavior in the classroom? Had my punishment been drinking an imported beer and swimming naked with a very attractive and also naked woman? It couldn’t be; it was a trap, a test.

“So, does this mean I’m free to leave?” I asked her with a hesitant voice as she continued to swim beside me.

She let out an ironic laugh. “You have always been free to go. In fact, it was you who insisted on receiving an answer.” She was right, in a formal sense, but If miss Sofia were to press charges I would end up with my dick and balls inside a little metal cage, and enslaved as a sex offender. I had to delete all her nude pictures from my cellphone, volunteer to tutor my colleagues, plus deliver a letter to this Carla woman, and then take back a response. Else she would call the police.

“But you are also free to stay If you want. Do you like women Vasco dos Santos?” She stood right in front of me, floating languidly in the water, her vulva exposed, the inner pussy lips peeking out.

“Yes, I like women.” She knew that my dick had become a piece of wood the moment she disrobed even if I tried my best to hide it. She was a very attractive woman, even if not a model. Miss Sofia was taller and more fit, Carla was more sexy, more sensual.

“Do you like, me do you find my attractive? Would you like to make love to me?” She moved out of the pool, sitting on the glass wall, a vision of a naked woman hoovering over the river, I swimmed to her side, my head was on the same level as her sex, I could not help but stare at it, drooling.

“You are beautiful, yes I would like to make love to you.” I wanted to grab her body, put my dick inside her pussy, but I did nothing, just froze in place staring at her tits and pussy.

“And do you know how? Have you had sex before?” She asked in a teasing tone, she spread her legs right in my face, the pink of her pussy showing, I wanted to stay cool, but I was worse than a dog in heat, my dick engorged, my eyes popping out my mouth drooling.

“I suppose… I had sex before…” I replied, I was not sure I only had sex once, and it was on a dare in a party. My voice showed my insecurity.

“I suppose you don’t, you want… yes I can feel it… I like you though Angel boy, you are a sweet boy. come over here, follow me.” She dove back into the pool and emerged on the other side near the stairs, then got out. I followed her steps, next to the lounge chairs, on a table beside us, lay the letter she had written to my teacher.

She sat on a chair, and started to dry herself with a towel. I wished I could to be that towel on her body, then she pointed at the letter.

“Over there, read it, then lick the envelope.” I covered my dick with my towel, then pulled the letter out of the envelope and started reading, Carla’s handwriting was like her body, curves within curves.

“My dear friend, on one hand, I am very sad to hear that your body is covered in welts and bruises, but happy that your relationship with your owner is going well and that he respects you and makes you happy despite your condition as his slave. When you both come over for dinner at my place, we can talk more.

Your student Vasco is a very sweet boy, a bit shy; I had a good time in his company. If all goes well, I will send you more news through my new mail carrier.

Kisses from your best friend Carla.”

after reading the letter, it became evident that I was not the sole focus, likely not even the primary one. “She perceives me as sweet,” I smile to myself.

“As I had told you, you have completed your assignment, and all Sofia demanded from you was that you deliver the letter and then the response. I, however, might have an extra task for you.” She looked at me with her round honey-brown eyes, I felt relieved to know I was off the hook, from Miss Sofia’s hook at least.

“What would be the task?” I asked as she reclined languidly in the chair.

“I would appreciate it if you could apply moisturizing cream on my body, start with my feet, please.” Beneath her chair lay a raffia bag containing sunscreen, moisturizer, and thermal water, among other items. I picked up the moisturizing milk De Aveia leite hidratante.

“It will be my pleasure, ma’am.” I poured a measure of the lotion into my palms, warming it. I then directed my attention to her left foot, beginning at the heel. My fingertips traced her sole, massaging the arch before circling back. After I began pinching along the outer edge of her foot, each press of my fingers released tension from her. Her toes went next starting with the little toe up to the big toe.

“hummm! That was very good, Angel Boy, Do the same on the other foot, and Angel Boy, don’t call me ma’am again ever!” I gave her a smile.

“And how should I call you, ma… Carla?” I kept pinching her toes as I spoke. I kissed the sole of her foot. She moaned again and placed her other foot in my groin area.

“You choose, do you like my feet? my toes? Maybe call me peanuts, or if you prefer my thighs, hot legs choose something fun and naughty… just don’t stop what you are doing.” I could say the same, her big toe was pinching my balls, then my dick. our eyes met, we kept staring at each other.

“Hazel, you will be Hazel, like your hair and your eyes, do you like it? Miss Hazel?” I waited to see her reaction.

“Your Hazel needs more cream, Angel boy, don’t be a slacker.” Her playful tone told me I got it right, my hand moved up her back leg up to her knee. Again and again, each time I went up her leg, she went up my dick with her foot.

“Hazel, I… stop…your foot.” I could feel my dick on the verge, if she did not stop, I was going to cum. her response was to place the other foot at work.

“Stop, now why would I stop? do you really want me to stop?” No, I did not want her to stop, Her feet were giving me the best handjob of my life; I didn’t even know such a form of pleasure was possible, to do a handjob with the feet, footjob? it did not matter, her toes up and down my dick were all that really mattered, the greased soles pressing against my shaft, she never diverted her eyes, she was enjoying every moment.

“Stop!Stop! Hummm! No!Don’t Stop!hummm!…I… I am Sorry!” I had cum, my penis was throbbing, spitting white cum all over her feet and legs. It was so explosive, she still kept doing her thing her toes kept milking my shaft. I felt I was going to die.

“Look, at all that milk, You spilled it all over.” I was ashamed, but my penis was throbbing, sending waves of pleasure. I did not know what to do.

“Give me every drop, of it Angel Boy; don’t let it go to waste.” She took the big drops with her fingers and brought them to her mouth, savoring my cum, them she came for my penis and started licking it, swallowing every drop. She was ecstatic, but I was looking disgusted.

“What are you doing?” I was astonished, Pleasure was still coursing through my body when tears began to stream down my face, I was not sad, but was crying of emotion.

“I am savoring every drop if your life-milk; yours is very tasty and thick.” I stood still as Car… Hazel kept looking for every drop of my cum. I felt the urge to hug her very tight.

“Hug me… Please…Why… I don’t deserve it… thank you… thank you so much.” She hugged me back I felt her naked skin against mine, she kissed me back.

“Yes, you do, you gave pleasure, you committed yourself, I never had a foot massage like the one you just gave me in a long time.” She kissed me softly, on my lips.

“You licked all my cum. Why? Who are you, Hazel? why me?” She sat down on the chair, pulled my hand to her lap, and kissed me again.

“Why did I lick your semen? Semen is life,it nourishes the woman both her soul and her body, it calibrates the woman’s body to her lover; it induces the release of endorphins and hormones, I even use the semen of my lovers as an ingredient in my custom beauty creams. If a woman ever refuses your gift, leave her on the spot and never look back.” I was astonished by her words; I had always thought it was disgusting.

“You make beauty cream? out of cum?” I said while making a face.

“Don’t say cum, it is vulgar, but yes, I make my own cosmetics, either for my personal use or for my costumer’s.” Was she going to use my C… sperm on her cosmetics?

“I am sorry for my lack of manners. So you need my semen? Is that why you are making love to me?” I asked, not that it really mattered, my body was still feeling the pleasure she had given me I wanted to reciprocate.

“I don’t need your semen, but I would like it If you would let me use it, And what makes you so sure I am going to have sex with you, Angel Boy?” Had I overstepped? She was caressing my balls, so I guessed no. Still, I would like to know her motives, women don’t usually fuck strangers.

“Hazel, may I resume my moisturizing duties on the rest of your body?” I knew how to massage feet and legs my family loved trekking, so foot and leg care was a thing; the erotic part was not, but it would keep me in the game.

“Yes, but not here, let’s go inside to my bed, we will be better, more comfortable.” She led me back into her living space, it was not an open space but she had removed the old building walls on the ground floor, only the vertical wooden beans had remained, furniture serving as walls, hidden behind a bookcase and a wooden folding screen with oriental motifs was her “bedroom.”

“Nice bed!” I could not wait to lie in that canopy bed in cork oak wood with a robust and organic appearance, the bed beams were not straight but followed the shape of the tree from which they had been cut.

“Go ahead feel it, jump on it, you will never forget this bed I will turn you into a man on this bed, Angelito.” I laughed at the way she pronounced my name in Castelhano. Her bed had a soft feather duvet that smelled of freshly washed cotton. The bed curtains were double-layered, with one set being sheer and transparent, allowing light to filter through, creating a romantic atmosphere, while the second set was thicker, providing complete privacy.

“Si mi amor! It is so soft, come! come and make me a man.” I rolled on the bed, while she stood facing me.

“No, only your lover not your love, not yet anyway.” She sat on the bed, her naked body teasing me.

“Ok Hazel, lay with me, don’t make me wait.” I just wanted to hug her body to feel her flesh against mine. She positioned herself on top of me, my penis brushing against her vulva but unable to penetrate, her round breasts hanging over my face but out of reach of my lips, and her hands on mine. She was in control, her naked body within my grasp, but only if she allowed it.

“I will lay with you, I will give you all the pleasure my body can muster, but I want the same from you, I demand that you let me guide you If I ever feel that you are seeking your own pleasure and not mine we will be over forever, I don’t expect you to be a good lover today, but I demand that you be a generous lover from the start. Are we clear Angel Boy?” She was serious, my dick became soft, would I be up to the challenge?

“I Promise, I will try my best.” I was afraid, she was way more experienced, this woman made facial cream out of sperm.

“You will do or you will fail, but I have faith in you, you give a good foot massage, now give me a kiss.” She kissed my lips,dry soft kisses at first, then some tongue, and finally a full French kiss. I felt I was driving a Ferrari without a driver’s license on the highway.

“Can I kiss your breasts they look so delicious.” I was lifting my head trying to reach her nipples, but she kept them out of reach, teasing me.

“If you ask properly Angel boy, say: Do you like to be kissed on the nipples? remember you are for my pleasure and I am for yours.” She kept teasing me. her hard nipples touching my lips only to move away.

“Your breasts look so delicious, do you want me to kiss them, do you like to have your nipples kissed?” She smiled and placed her right nipple in my mouth, just enough for me to kiss it.

“You learn fast, I’m glad to see you are not just a pretty face, now let me teach you, don’t go straight for the nipple, soft kisses start on the under-boob, then move around, go to the areola, avoid the nipple, tease me make me crave for your kisses. Say how you love my breasts, how they are beautiful.” I was so lucky, I had found a woman with instructions. I followed them to the letter.

“Nice boobs, tasty tits, tell me you want me to kiss them.” She had released my hands, hands that I used to immediately cup her breasts, as instructed neither my lips nor fingers touched the nipples. I could sense her hand playing with her lady bits.

“Yeess, kiss my boobs, bite my nipples, go for it, Angel boy, Go!” I went for it, but not all at once. my kisses began to go stronger in the aureola, my fingers caressed then pinched the breast.

“What do those brown nipples want? Say it again?” I pushed her.

“Humm! Yes! Yes!I want to feel…you suck my nipples now! Haaa!” I did as she commanded, She went for my dick, rubbing her pussy against the shaft, then I felt a warm and wet sensation around the gland, I was inside her vagina. I stood still.

“What have you done?” I wanted feedback, I knew that if I moved I would ejaculate on the spot.

“Humm! You done it… Haaa! Yeees! Fuck me! Come!” She rode my dick, I could sense her vagina contracting every movement was hers, and my gland tickled, I kept kissing her breasts as long as I could, but when she rode me a little faster I came. and kept coming.

“Stop! Please Stop! I am dying… I can’t breathe! Stop!” but she did not, not until I screamed and collapsed, my heart was pumping in my chest, my dick was inside her throbbing waves of pleasure coming from it to my body, I looked at her face, it had a surprised look on a happy look.

“You! Fucker, you made me lose control. I… It was going to be a teachable moment, for you… and you made me come, you are a very generous lover Angel Boy.” She was glowing, her pussy was still throbbing same as my dick. I could feel my legs becoming wet from my and her cum, I kissed her nipple, it was so hard, but she pushed me away.

“Why? Did I hurt you?” I asked scared, but she caressed my face and kissed my lips.

“You did hurt, but it is ok, You could not know, my nipples are extra sensitive even a kiss is painful, the big Orgasm you gave me made that, and more look at my vulva, don’t be scared.” I looked down It was not just cum that was flowing down It was blood, I jumped.

“I am so sorry, does it hurt how did I do that?” She laughed as she cleaned herself of the blood and handed me a wet wipe so I could do the same.

“Congratulations Angel, You are not going to be a father, You made me come so hard my period came two days earlier, you do know what period is, don’t you? Come take a shower with me.” She gave her hand and led me to her bathroom, it was a semi-private area in her bedroom area, it had either a big bathtub or a small jacuzzi, plus a shower area, some of the tiles in the wall were mirrors. The warm water was cleaning the blood from our bodies down the drain.

“You are so beautiful, what have I done to deserve a woman like you? Why?” I asked her while I was scrubbing her back with a large natural sponge, the foamy water running down on her butt crack, it was the only untanned spot on her body.

“You sent dick pics to your girlfriend, you sent nude pics of my friend to your girlfriend, but your teacher thinks you are a sweet boy, I know you are a sweet boy and also I am a militant feminist, that is why we are here together, now let me clean that wonderful penis of yours.” She washed my dick pulling the skin back with her fingers it felt good but was not sexual it was more like an aftercare lesson.

“Militant Feminist? You don’t look like a feminist.” I said while she was washing me.

“I don’t look like a feminist? how do feminists look like?” I was trapped, by my words.

“They are fat and ugly and they hate men, plus they are always angry, but I suppose I am wrong.” She kissed my nape while pressing her wet body against mine the mirrored tiles showing our naked bodies in little squares.

“Not wrong, I am kind of fat, and there are some of those creatures out there posing as feminists, more than all I think most men just don’t know how to behave in bed, not that they are evil or hate women, just that no one ever taught them, if we hadn’t met you would continue to be a jerk, a nice jerk but a jerk that would come in 2 minutes, while his girlfriend faked her orgasm.” She had a point, by teaching me to be a good lover, she was helping not only me but all the women that I will make love with in the future.

“Will you keep teaching me? Not be a jerk? To give you the same measure of pleasure you gave me?” I said pleading. Even with the running water she saw the tears in my eyes, and kissed them away.

“You know I will, Angel Boy.” She hugged me.

The end (maybe)