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The Cabin
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The Cabin “This is wonderful.” Steven opined as he snuggled up to Lucia by the fireplace. “Mmm it definitely is.” she responded, sinking herself deeper under the blanket they had brought over to lay on the floor before the fire. The young couple had rented the isolated cabin far from town for a reason. Although they had been dating only a few months, the couple shared a love of escaping the city and spending quality time alone. He had won her over after a long campaign in the workplace; Steven, the consummate gentleman, emphasis on the gentle. Though he was very different from her usual ‘type’, Lucia loved having him make her breakfast in the morning or rub her feet at night. Though many of her baser sexual urges were left unfulfilled, Lucia liked him enough that she was willing to overlook it, at least for the short term. Though she was feeling more than a little aroused by the romantic setting, Lucia kept her hands to herself, knowing that her as the aggressor had a tendency to emasculate Steven. She sighed, knowing that after the blowjob she had given him in the car on the ride up to the cabin, he would be totally drained, and uninterested in sex until at least the next afternoon. She resigned herself to an intimate cuddle instead, and planted a kiss on his cheek before drifting off to sleep. At some point in the night, they both awoke, cramped from the hard floor, and moved into the bedroom of the cabin to sleep through the rest of the night. Lucia was not asleep long before she was awakened by a noise. Unsure of what it was, she lay in bed listening intently. Suddenly she recognised it, the sound of a car engine, pulling up very near the cabin. Knowing there wasn’t another town or settlement around for twenty miles, Lucia wondered who could possibly be arriving at their quiet retreat at three in the morning. She gently shook Steven awake, and got up to investigate. Confused and mildly alarmed, Lucia wrapped a blanket around her naked curves before walking to the bedroom window to peer out between the blinds. Steven stood back nervously, asking what she saw. “Nothing, just lights.” Lucia replied, straining for an angle that would allow her to see what was happening. Walking as swiftly as the swathe of blankets would allow, Lucia moved to the main room of th cabin to look out the front window and get a better view. As they walked, Steven trailing a few feet behind Lucia, the distinctive sound of several doors closing in succession rang out from the front of the cabin. Lucia crossed the remaining distance to the window quickly, and swept the curtain aside. She let out an involuntary yelp of alarm, as she saw three men, two of them large burly goons, just outside the front door and approaching quickly. They came up short as they noticed the pale skin of her face and arms peering out of the window, highlighted by the moonlight against the background of the darkened room. “What is it?” Steven asked, the nervousness unconcealed in his voice. “Bolt the door Quickly ” Lucia commanded, thinking fast. Hearing her through the glass, one of the men bounded quickly forward, reaching the door mere moments before the hesitant Steven, and kicking it open with a resounding *BANG*. The unfortunate Steven managed to scuttle backwards before the door caught him with its full force, but was still left standing holding an injured hand when the two bigger men entered the room. Lucia backed away from them slowly, towards Steven, trying to place the couch between them. “What are you doing here?” She demanded, her voice wavering, just as the smaller man entered the room. “I could ask you the same thing.” He replied confidently. By the moonlight shining in the front door she could make out few features, but enough to see that he was an older man, though still upright and with a very confident bearing. The silver streaks in his hair gleamed in the low light, and she could tell from just the cut of his overcoat that it was expensive. “We’ve rented this cabin for the night.” Steven attempted to protest. “You can have it when we leave in the morning...” “I think not.” The old man cut him off. “We have business here tonight, and we will be completing it.” “Then we will get out of your way.” Lucia offered. “We’ll jump in the car and go.” “Again, I think not.” He replied. “The nature of our business is not one which I would like to have the police preemptively interrupt.” “But we wouldn’t report it Just a misunderstanding in the booking of the cabin I’m sure ” Steven exclaimed. “Alas, I cannot count on your cooperation.” The old man replied. “It appears you two are merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Lucia shivered at his tone, so cold and calculating. Despite the unexpected presence of the young couple, he seemed utterly unperturbed, and seemed to already have developed a plan in his mind to continue despite them. Steven babbled in fear as the two henchmen walked toward him at a motion from the older man’s hand. “Calma riggazo. Calma.” The old man shushed. “You are not going to be harmed. You must simply be our guests for tonight, and as long as you stay quiet and do nothing stupid, you will leave in the morning without incident.” “How do we know if you’re telling the truth?” Steven blurted out petulantly. “Ah. You do not. But as I see it you have little choice but to trust me, capire?” The older man spoke this sentence with a tone of finality that conveyed further protests would not be met as kindly. “And now,” he followed up “you sir, will go with my associate Paulo, and he will secure you in the next room. Do not struggle, and he will not harm you. If you do...” He let that thought linger in the air as Paulo approached Steven. “What about Lucia?” Steven asked weakly, as if compelled by societal ideals to at least inquire after her safety. “She will not be mistreated. We will keep you separate only to prevent you from trying to plot escape. No go.” This time he was less than cordial in his command, and Paulo grasped Steven firmly by the arm just about his right elbow, leading him away. Steven looked back over his shoulder only once, locking eyes with Lucia and shrugging helplessly. “What a gallant hero.” Lucia muttered to herself, pondering Steven’s less than virtuous defence of her honour. “What was that?” The old man asked, eyes now taking in Lucia’s silhouette in the darkness. “Nothing.” Lucia replied. “Which room will I be locked in?” “Not so fast, not so fast ” The old man protested with a grin, half hidden in the shadows. Snapping his fingers at the remaining thug, the old man indicated a lamp on the coffee table. Deftly pulling out a matchbook, the man lit the lamp, and a warm orange flame flickered to life, bathing the room with its glow. Lucia blinked as the light strained her eyes. Taking a better look now, she saw that the old man had a lined face, with the consistency of leather from years spent in the sun. His face had a hard edge that made him looked older than his years, which Lucia guess at early-60's. When he smiled, as he was now while he appraised her in return, his face cracked with a spider web of wrinkles. Despite his age and hard looks, there was still something decidedly attractive about him, Lucia determined, likely a result of his self-assured confidence and the air of dignity with which he held himself. “Ah. This is much better, in the light.” the old man said with his cracked grin. “So bella, tell me, what is your name?” Lucia paused before answering. She felt as if he was testing her, and she had the distinct feeling that her answers could effect the outcome of this night, and make the difference between her escaping alive and well, or... the alternative. “Lucia.” She replied curtly, meeting his gaze. “Oh What a beautiful name ” the old man exclaimed. “And tell me, bella Lucia, where is your family from in Italy?” Lucia was slightly taken aback by his question. Did he already know something about her, or was it mere an educated guess. Seeing her hesitation, he probed further. “I ask because you have the beautiful curves of an Italian woman ” he said with gusto. “Not Sicily though, or the north. You have the look of a southern bella ” he flourished his guess with a lewd wink and a confident smile. Lucia, mildly bewildered, stammered to answer. “You’re right, my family actually comes from Taranto. I have only visited once though, as a .” “What a shame You would make an excellent statue on the beaches, sunbathing that magnificent form of yours ” Lucia blushed at his over-the-top compliments and looked at the floor, not wanting to spur him on. By now, Paulo had returned from the bedroom, and he and the other goon stood watching, leering as the old man questioned Lucia. “Oh come bella You cannot be as shy as all that A beautiful Italian woman like you knows how irresistible she is She exists only to torment men with her sultry gaze and spectacular curves ” At his comment about her curves, Lucia held the blanket closer to herself, suddenly very aware of her nakedness underneath it. Oh a warm summer night in the un-air conditioned cabin, she had slept in the nude, and was now regretting that choice. She did not respond, but stood looking uncomfortable and nervous before the old man. “Oh but how rude of me ” He exclaimed. “I have not yet introduced myself to you. You may call me Mr Barroni, or Angelo if you prefer. After all, we will be spending the entire evening locked in this cabin together No need to stand on formalities.” He reached out his hand, offering it to her. Shuffling forward a step, Lucia reached one hand out, her other grasping the blanket tightly to her neck. She was surprised, when rather than simply shaking it, he grasped it in both hands and bent low, planting a wet kiss on the back of her hand. He held on, and looked up at her, his aged lips still hovering over her knuckles. “Ah, what a pleasure to meet such a stunning young Italian girl, bella Lucia. Your complexion is so perfect, your hands so soft. You invigorate me ” He added, with a lusty grin. Lucia chose to ignore the implications of his last comment, and shuddered inwardly at his advances. Determined not to show weakness, she attempted, and failed to maintain an imperial gaze downwards at him. He facade broke as she flinched while he launched a second barrage of kisses on her hand and wrist, kissing up higher than decorum would normally allow. Determined to set boundaries, Lucia tugged her hand away gently. He looked up and met her gaze, a mocking hurt look on his face. “Thank you for the compliments. They are very kind.” she began. “You are a gentleman. Lets keep it that way.” “Oh-ho You have fuoco, the fire in your belly.” he grinned widely, seeming to approve of her attitude. “You are a strong lady in public, yes? And then in private...” he grinned even wider, his face a mask of cracking lines. “Which room do you want me to stay in while you do your... business?” Lucia asked again, this time with a tone of finality. She was desperate to remove herself from the situation, and hoping that out of sight, she would remain out of mind until his business was completed. She could only hope and pray that after that, she and Steven would be released unharmed. “There is no rush, bella.” he responded with a wave of his hand. “Paulo and Giovanni are more than capable of handling the details while we chat for a while. Besides, I would not deprive myself of the opportunity to enjoy the fortuitous luck of your company.” He added with a wink. Lucia stood awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. Not wanting to do anything that might provoke his baser passions, she gripped the blanket tightly around herself and shivered despite its warmth. She kept her eyes low, and glanced around only briefly while Paulo and Giovanni appeared to get to work, unpacking equipment from duffel bags, and making a quick search of the room with some sort of electronic wand. She almost stifled her gasp as she saw Paulo pause to place a large pistol on an end table while he crouched on the floor and unzipped another bag. Angelo’s eyes lit up at her surprise, and he grinned widely at her. “Do not be nervous, bella. As I said, you will not be harmed. This is only for our self defense, in case our associates choose to do business in a less than ethical manner.” Lucia gulped and nodded, returning her gaze to the floor. Angelo seemed content to merely stare at her from where he had seated himself on the couch while the other two men worked, taking her in with his lingering gaze. Wordlessly, Paulo and Giovanni headed outside, and Lucia heard the car doors opening and closing as they worked. Now alone in the room with Angelo, Lucia looked up again briefly, eyeing the bedroom door for any sign of movement from Steven. Silence and stillness reigned, and Lucia began to feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. As if reading her thoughts, Angelo injected. “Your friend; boyfriend? No matter. He is alive. Paulo would not go against my word and harm him. He is merely bound and gagged to prevent any untimely outbursts or foolish attempts at heroism. Though from that one, I would not expect any.” He added with a smirk. Lucia blushed slightly at the implied criticism of Steven, but given his behavior so far that night, she really couldn’t disagree with Angelo’s assessment. Steven hadn’t proven much use in a crisis. “Enough about him though my bella Lucia.” Angelo showed his teeth in a pseudo-smile as Lucia looked up to meet his gaze. “I have decided. I must have a better look at what you are hiding beneath your blanket.” Lucia’s mouth moved, but no words came out. Her mind raced furiously for a way out of the situation, to no avail. Angelo merely watched her internal struggle, clearly both amused and pleased to see her so flustered. His tone had conveyed no room for argument or negotiation. It was a statement of intent. “There is no use in stalling young lady.” Angelo said in a calm, even tone that conveyed his cold logic with a harsh certainty. “I have all night, and you really do have no choice. I would much rather enjoy this time alone with you, rather than be forced to have Paulo and Giovanni encourage your participation.” His use of the word ‘encourage’ in a threatening way sent shivers down her spine, as she realized how easily it rolled off his tongue. She did not doubt that he was both capable and experienced at ‘encouraging’ people to do what he wished. Lucia felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, and in feeble protest, her hands reflexively gripped the blanket even tighter about her. She shook her head in a silent refusal, even while her mind realized what the logical end to this would be. “Unfortunately, bella Lucia, refusal is not an option available to you.” Angelo’s face took on a much harder look now, his weathered face shifting from his thus-far constant smile to a narrow-eyed look of intensity. “Now. As I said, I want to have a look at those luxurious curves. Lower the blanket, slowly. I want you to tease me, and show me that innate style and grace of your Italian blood.” Lucia trembled with fear and rage, wanting so badly to defy the arrogant old man, but knowing that she could not bear to live with the consequences. Though the thought of making the choice sickened her, Lucia knew she would far rather be ogled and groped by Angelo than be beaten and by his goons. With shaking hands, she slowly loosened her grip on the top of the blanket, and then let it fall away from her chest. Lucia didn’t raise her eyes, even when she heard Angelo’s sharp intake of breath in response to her unleashed breasts. Looking down, she saw her own large round globes, bathed in the orange glow of the candle. Her nipples slowly hardened as they were exposed to the cool night air, and the flickering light cast long shadows into her cavernous cleavage. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and raised her eyes. The old man sat, eyes wide, smiling ear to ear as he took in the creamy complexion of her 36 D’s, wondering at her dark pink nipples, areolas the size of quarters with a nearly dime sized hardening nub in the middle. He found his mouth watering, and licked his lips as he staring intently. He nodded his approval. “As I said. You are a perfect specimen. The prototypical Italian goddess. To see you on the beach, lounging before a crowd of young men, would be divine.” he gushed. “And now, I show me more Show me your wondrous hips and thighs and bum ” Resigned, and disgusted, let go of the blanket all together. I fell in a swirling pattern as it slid from her shoulders, tumbling down off the curve of her hip and onto the floor around her feet like a puddle. She stood, in all her naked glory, bare in the lamp-light. The slight tremor of nervousness in her legs translated into a general quaking of her curvaceous body, setting her tits, love handles, and butt a-quiver. Placing her right hand on her hip, Lucia thrust her hips to one side, and stood staring into Angelo’s eyes. Spur of the moment, Lucia decided to appease the old man, and play up to his game in the hopes that he would be quickly satisfied. She grimaced with satisfaction as she saw his jaw drop, and his face momentarily lose its air of superiority and confidence in the face of her spectacular showing. “Dio santo...” Angelo whispered to himself, his hand twitching reflexively as if to cross himself after a lifetime of Catholic upbringing. “Che bella regazza, you are a truly magnificent woman.” While Angelo watched, awestruck, Lucia began to pose for him, shifting her weigh from side to side with her hips, locking eyes with him, and puckering her lips. She strained to hold in tears and maintain her composure as she debased herself for his enjoyment. Reaching above her head, she piled her long brown hair on top of it, holding it there with both hands, accentuating her breasts with the position. She paused for some time there, shaking her tits slightly from side to side, their heavy fullness swaying in time with her hips. “Come closer.” Angelo urged in a deep insistent voice. “Come closer so I can see you better.” Hesitantly, Lucia took a couple paces closer, carefully stepping out of the blanket piled at her feet. She could see that Angelo was now breathing deeply and rapidly, and a bead of sweat was visible on his brow. He paused his leering for a moment, just long enough to remove his over coat and suit jacket, so that he sat in an expensive dress shirt and slacks, a bulge now clearly visible in the front of his crotch. Not bad, for an old fella, Lucia mused sardonically. Standing a foot away from where he was slouched down on the couch, Lucia felt powerful, as even at 5'7 she found herself towering over the seated old man. The feeling was a fleeting one, as Paulo came back in through the Cabin’s front door. Looking back over her shoulder in alarm, Lucia saw him pull up short and stare are her wide bare bum that was facing him. “Wow boss, you really didn’t waste any time here did ya?” Paulo asked with a loud guffaw. Angelo’s anger was as instantaneous as it was ferocious. Sensing Lucia’s discomfort with his presence, and enraged by Paulo’s familiar tone, Angelo let loose a torrent of profanity in Italian, gesturing for Paulo to leave at once. “Testa di cazzo Get out ” Angelo shouted with a final flourish of his hands towards the door. Paulo quickly retreated under the intensity of his boss’s anger, sheepishly returning outside to the front of the cabin. Turning his gaze back to Lucia, he smiled. “You see bella, there is no need to fear. You continue to play nice and I will protect you from gorillas like Paulo. That philistine could never truly appreciate your beauty anyway. He was born here in North America, and likes his silly bleach blonde sluts. No respect for a real woman. And what a woman ” Angelo exclaimed, taking in Lucia’s body for the hundredth time. “So if I do what you ask, you promise you will not give me to them?” Lucia asked, looking for reassurance. “Never ” Angelo proclaimed. “As long as you are mine, I would never let them touch you.” “Thank you.” Lucia said, in sincere gratitude. While she certainly did not revel in what she was doing for the old man... wait. Was that the truth? Was she secretly enjoying playing young goddess for Angelo? The moisture Lucia felt building between her legs would say maybe, but it was so wrong Lost in thought, Lucia did not see Angelo’s hands reach forward until she felt his rough, callused fingers grasp her full breasts, one in each hand. She gasped aloud as he began to use his strong, thick fingers to knead her soft tits, squeezing them and hefting them him his grasp. Lucia bit her lip to stifle a moan. She was enjoying some part of this In confusion, she forgot herself for a moment, and let a small sigh escape her lips. Angelo’s eyes went from her chest to her face in a flash, locking with her own. “Ah bella, now we are seeing the real you The untamed sexual animal Do not be ashamed. Enjoy it ” he urged, pinching her hard nipples sharply between his thumbs and forefingers. Lucia moaned involuntarily, and pushed her chest forward, subconsciously willing him to keep going, and roughly play with her breasts. Lucia bit her lip again, this time because she was overwhelmed with the sensations of his hard play on her tits. Angelo’s rigid hands were extremely powerful from a lifetime of labor, and she reveled in the feeling of a real man squeezing her tits, so unlike the way that Steven tenderly caressed them. Pinching her nipples, squeezing the whole tit, and even lightly slapping them, Angelo made Lucia moan aloud though his ministrations. While still playing with her tits, Angelo gave Lucia instructions on what she was to do next. Without even consciously deciding to obey, Lucia found herself turning around. It was only as Angelo stopped rubbing her breasts that she became fully self aware, as she faced away from him and bent over, presenting her pussy to him at face level. “Oh bella Lucia, I can smell your sex already ” Angelo said joyously. “You are truly a perfect woman, to be so aroused by a wrinkled old man like me.” he added with a wink. Bent over as she was, Lucia became embarrassed to realize she could smell her pussy’s arousal as well. Her embarrassment was short-lived, and she bit her lip yet again, hard this time, as Angelo’s strong hands began to slowly knead her ass cheeks. Much like he did with her tits, the old man worked deep into her flesh with his fingers, almost giving a deep tissue massage to her ass. Lucia’s legs trembled with pleasure and she grabbed onto her ankles as she struggled to stay upright. Looking between her own legs, she watched Angelo’s fascinated expression as he played with her. Lucia opened her legs a little wider, and he took the hint, sliding one hand down between her legs, where he gently grazed her short-trimmed pubic hair before cupping his hand over her entire slit. “I can feel the heat from your pussy.” Angelo announced. “You are as hot inside as you are on the outside, bella. And as wet as a rainforest ” “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Lucia let out a long low moan as he began to put pressure on her pelvis from below, pressing on to her pussy hard, without actually penetrating it. “Oh my god ” she exclaimed, drawing blood as she bit her bottom lip yet again. Gone mad with pleasure, Lucia wasn’t even aware that Angelo had stood up until she heard him unzip. Looking between her knees, she saw Angelo’s pants drop to the floor, his belt hitting the hard wood with a jingle. Thinking quickly, before he moved on to the next step, Lucia turned around in a flash, and threw herself to her knees on the floor on front of the old man, trying to make it appear as if her legs had given out at last. In a deep husky voice, she blurted out, “I want to taste your cock ” before grasping at Angelo’s briefs like a tigress. “Yes bella Show me how well you know how to use the male member. Use those thick succulent lips and pleasure me ” Angelo urged. Wasting no time, Lucia pulled his briefs down to the floor to join his pants, and examined his dick with interest. Like the rest of him, Angelo’s dick was dark toned, with what looked like a permanent tan. Even his dick looks weathered, Lucia thought as she reached up to gently stroke it. He was about three quarters hard, his cock thick and heavy looking, but still soft to the touch. His loose foreskin slid back easily as she began to softly stroke the base, revealing a large purple head beneath its folds. She lightly tickled his balls with her free hand, feeling them pulse up and down as she stroked. His balls were larger than average, but hung very low in their sack, gravity haven taken its toll over the years. All told, his cock matched him perfectly, and if its better years were behind it, it still looked powerful, exuding a masculine odor that was distinctive, but not unpleasant. “Put it in your mouth my bella puttana Italiana.” Angelo commanded. “Succhiare il cazzo, bella Lucia.” Lucia ignored him, and continued to slowly explore his cock. It began to grow harder now, becoming a rigid shaft in her hand. Lucia licked her lips and watched it grow to it’s full impressive seven inches. Although not the longest cock she had ever held, it was certainly close to the thickest, seeming almost comically wide by comparison to its length. Despite being fully hard, his foreskin remained loose, something Lucia had never seen before. As she stared, she saw the flaring slit on his head begin to ooze precum, the clear liquid flowing to drip in a long line, slowly towards the floor. Stretching out her long tongue, Lucia leaned in and caught the droplet before it hit the ground. Angelo groaned as he watched her savour her first taste of his cock juice. She licked her lips, and make a satisfied smacking sound, exaggerating her enjoyment of it for his pleasure. Lucia raised her face higher, so that it was directly underneath Angelo’s cock as she continued to stroke it. As the next bead of precum formed, she remained where she was, looking up into his eyes as this drop leaked out, and dangled from the tip of his cock before coming to rest in a line from her top lip to the bridge of her nose. She massaged his balls wit her free hand, juggling them back and forth in her palm, never breaking eye contact. Angelo moaned again as a third heavy stream of precum surged from his cock to splatter onto Lucia’s face. He shook with the pressure he already felt building in his balls, causing the line to waver and splash in drops all over her cheeks and forehead. Unable to stand the strain of her teasing any further, Angelo fell backwards onto the couch, slouching down so that his balls dangled just at the edge near Lucia’s face. Lucia leaned in closer, never ceasing her slow, steady stroking of his cock. She pointed it straight up in the air, and watched breathlessly as his precum began to cascade down the length of his cock, globs of it escaping his foreskin on every downstroke. She was amazing at the sheer volume of it, and the fact that it nearly matched the amount produced by her once-lover Jim Bean. It flowed like a faucet, lubricating her stroking hand, and giving off the pungent aroma of male sex. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Lucia leaned in to plant an unbelievably sloppy kiss on the head of his cock, smearing his fluid all over her lips in the process. “Ohhhh yes bella. That’s it. Kiss my fat Italian cazzo. Rub my seed all over your face.” This time Lucia followed orders to the letter, and leaving her mouth open with her bottom lip stuck out, she began to baste her face in his sticky precum. Lucia slathered her face in it, rubbing the leaking head of his cock all over her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, neck, and even chest. It dripped and ran in places, and stuck like glue in others. She began to slap his heavy and oozing cock off of her big round breasts as she stroked him, unleashing still more precum. Angelo was practically comatose now, his eyes open only in tiny slits that watched her whenever his eyes weren’t rolling back into his head with ecstacy. At long last, Lucia slowly lowered her lips again to the head of his cock. Pulling back his foreskin all the way with her hand, Lucia exposed the shining head of his cock and opened her mouth wide, moving downwards to encompass it in her warm wet mouth. Angelo shuddered and for once was at a loss for words. Lucia held her lips loosely around his cock, and sluiced her mouth up and down his shaft. She could feel her hand begin to prune as she stroked his soggy cock in time with her bobbing mouth, feeling his foreskin slide back and forth with her tongue. Taking advantage of his extra skin, Lucia ran her tongue in circles inside of it as she sucked, slathering the head of his cock underneath. At this, Angelo’s eyes shot open, and he let out a manly wail of pleasure and surprise. He began to murmur under his breath, though Lucia caught only bits and pieces of what he said. She kept at her work, swallowing down his precum by the mouthful, actually struggling for the first time ever with a blowjob that felt too wet. She hadn’t thought that a possible adjective for a blowjob, but as Angelo’s cock continued to pump out copious quantities of the liquid, she found herself swallowing over and over to keep her mouth free enough to suck. Already a sodden puddle had formed under his balls as they practically ran with precum and saliva from Lucia’s cavernous mouth. “Oh yes. Oh bella puttana Lucia. Oh YES ” With a final exclamation, Angelo suddenly surged upwards with his big fat cock, grabbing the back of Lucia’s head in both impossibly strong hands, and holding it place while he thrust upwards into her mouth. Lucia coughed and gagged simultaneously, struggling to cope with the sudden change of pace and depth. The immense girth of his cock staggered her as he pummeled her face choking her without mercy. Finally, after less than a minute of his onslaught, his hands eased off, and he resumed petting her head lovingly, whispering dirty endearments at her in English and Italian. Lucia pulled herself off of his cock, gasping for air, saliva pouring over her bottom lip and running down her neck and chest. Thinking quickly, and wanting to avoid being strangled to death by his huge cock, Lucia decided to use the saliva and precum covering everything around her to her advantage. Moving in closer to his lap, Lucia hefted her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them together around his upright cock. Holding them firmly together, Lucia began to slide her chest up and down on his dick, fucking him with her tits. She moaned as he reached up to pinch her nipples while she titty fucked him, her sopping-wet breasts gliding effortlessly up and down his length. Angelo began to grunt as he watched, his breathing coming in ragged gasps, wheezing from his chest. He scrabbled with his hands for the back of her head, wanting to impale her on his cock once again, but lacking the fine motor skills required to do so as he found himself teetering on the brink of sexual insanity. “I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.” Lucia announced lustily. “I want you to gimmie your load, pump it onto my tongue, let me taste your manly seed.” “Yes bella.” he replied. “Yes, eat it all. Eat it all. Eat all my cum.” Letting go of her breasts, Lucia slid seamlessly back down to fuck his cock with her mouth, pushing herself to the limits of her endurance, taking him as deep as she could handle before coming up for air. Her nostrils flared as she picked up the pace, her chest heaving with the strain. She stroked his cock with one hand, rubbing his balls with the other, putting gentle pressure on their sensitive underside. She felt his balls tighten, and his cock pulse. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and his hands clenched and unclenched in her hair. His legs began to straighten and squirm as if trying to escape his body, and Lucia prepared herself for the inevitable flood of cum. No amount of mental preparation could truly have gotten Lucia ready for the surge of cum that followed. Angelo’s load went from zero to sixty in one second flat; one moment Lucia was pressing his cock head against her throat opening, gagging on its girth; the next she was coughing up and entire mouthful of cum that seemed to have exited his cock like a cannon shot, all at once. Cum spewed out the edges of her mouth all over Angelo’s stomach as he grunted and heaved, thrusting himself wildly towards her throat. Two much smaller shots of semen followed, both of which Lucia was able to handle and swallow down in quick succession. Her stomach gurgled in protest at the amount of cum and precum she was swallowing, but Lucia kept her mouth glued to Angelo’s cock, milking out the last drops. Slowly, the old man’s breathing began to return to normal, as Lucia continued to suckle at his now softening cock. His eyes began to open and again, and he ran his fingers through her hair gently, caressing her scalp. Locking eyes with her while her lips remained wrapped around her cock he made a heartfelt confession. “Bella Lucia, that... was incredible. I have not cum in a woman’s mouth, or from a woman’s mouth since I was . You make me feel like a young man again, and if I was one, I would be fucking you again this instant.” Lucia briefly took her mouth of his soft, yet still thick cock to answer briefly. “Your cock is amazing and it is a shame that you haven’t been treated properly in so long. No man of mine would ever have to wait so long.” “Oh bella puttana, I believe you.” Angelo answered in earnest. “I think if you were mine you would send me to an early grave... but what an exit ” he added with a feeble grin and a wink. To be continued...     Your Cock Sucker,  Lucia |
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5/28/2021 4:42 am |
Nothing better than a woman sucking cock
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Nice!
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waiting for my terms i like very much it
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5/19/2018 5:35 am |
Perfect
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Sweet
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you should suck the cock like a pro. ...\8
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after see your pic, i am horny too
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Love a woman that likes to suck a cock to completion
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Fantastic
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Just read the story again Bella Lucia. I. Always enjoy your. Lengthy build ups to the really hot action. Since I won't be in your neck of the woods anytime real soon I am hoping to see parts one -10 of your epic saga! You know that alrammd is where I can easily converse with you. G . Hep to hear from you again soon
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11/30/2011 7:25 am |
I suppose the story was alright. Kind of long. Really didn't like the asshole she had for a boyfriend either.
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fantastic cabin tale lucia, loved your lusty techniques and descriptions of lucia enjoying everything from the initial ass massage and precum drips to the shuddering slurping ending. to come across you in a deserted cabin would be a tent-raising fantasy for sure..
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great story as usual gimmee.....you kow we are local to each other...love ot give you my load sometiem and let you suck on my cock
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great story like to be part of that ,,,good fun everyday os a good thing ...cum as much as possible ..love it all
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9/2/2011 9:38 am |
this entire blog is awesome
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Bravo you need to write professionally
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8/22/2011 10:03 am |
part II?
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8/17/2011 1:10 pm |
My god, id love to fuck Lucia, the way you write her is fucking sexy. I reached down and stroked my hard cock more then a few times while reading your stories. You though are a different level, I'd fucking give my left nut to lick your pussy and have my way with you 
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8/9/2011 12:18 pm |
Love your stories. Keep it (and me) up!
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8/6/2011 6:20 pm |
Hello wow wow amazing story would love to be a part of your story or even have done to me for real xxxxxxxxxx
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Yeah.I like anal sex and fuck ass every day.Hjhj !
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8/1/2011 4:52 pm |
another great story..
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7/29/2011 1:49 pm |
thank you... for writing such a wonderful story, it is a big turn on...  Moongoddess
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7/21/2011 9:01 am |
that was fantastic and oh sweetheart did you get me excited.
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Great story as usual Lucia  I like the idea of Stephen being complicit in the whole thing; whoring you out to Angelo. I imagine Angelo has been truthful with you about not letting his henchmen at you but hasn't told you the real reason you're there. A meeting of the heads of the families with you as the entertainment. He's tried you out but your there to be used by the men still to arrive; a cock-sucking slut as his gift to them. He knows that a young throat available for use will keep things calm  JC x Check out my vid -> Cumming on Cam 
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