Chapter 4
Lazing by the pool outside her apartment, Doreen studied her script for the next day's shooting. It was one of the big acting scenes and she had a lot of dialogue to learn. After her hard day on the set, she was quite tired and soon fell asleep as the Mediterranean sun slid behind the hills of Rome.
Her dreams were troubled and bizarre. She saw herself as the star of a thousand movies, old and haggard, but still doing them - the queen of the particular type of film that Scanucci was famous for.
She saw herself tied to a device that had been created especially for her. It was a low bench with a back to it. In the seat of the bench was a large black rubber dildo and several spikes. In the upright back of the bench were more spikes. The rope's that were attached to the leather straps around her wrists were in turn attached to a metal ring that was held in place by another rope that went through a pulley at the base of the back of the seat.
As the rope was pulled forward, she was forced to squat over the bench, pulled by the ropes on her wrists. The dildo was aimed at her pussy and the spikes would cut into her flesh as she was forced down on it.
Doreen fought against the pull of the rope, but it was useless. The man who was pulling the rope was Scanucci himself and he was terrible strong as he jerked her towards the piercing spikes that awaited her tender flesh.
Doreen didn't mind the insertion of the dildo. That she actually looked forward to -to having something hard and stiff rammed into her pussy. That she had always liked. She loved to feel the hard, strong thrusting of the dildo into her tight pussy.
But the spikes.
They would tear her flesh open, piece deep into her body as she was jerked forward, forced to impale her body on the steel spikes that gleamed below her.
"No, stop," she cried out in her sleep. "Don't, please don't."
She was tossing and writhing on the lounge chair by the pool. The young waiter who had served her a cocktail noticed that she was having a bad dream.
She writhed, pulling against the dream rope, but she was being pulled downwards, downwards onto the impaling teeth of the gleaming steel spikes that waited to tear into her flesh as the dildo was rammed into her hot, open pussy.
"Madame," the soft voice of Mario, the waiter, penetrated her dream.
"Oh," she said, sitting upright startled.
"Are you alright?" the young man asked. "Yes, thank you," Doreen said. "I was just having a bad dream."
"We all have bad dreams," Mario said, smiling at the pretty woman. His teeth gleamed in his dark face as they stood by the pool in the sunset.
"How could you have bad dreams?" Doreen asked. She had admired the young man ever since she had begun living in the residential hotel. She had often had dreams about him -and they were not bad dreams.
"Would you like me to stay with you awhile?" Mario asked. "There are not any other guests here at this hour. They will be coming back later, but I have really nothing to do."
"That would be nice," Doreen said. "I would like some company."
"If it is permitted?" Mario said questioningly, indicating a chair near the chaise lounge where Doreen reclined.
"But, of course," she said, giving him her permission to sit. It was not usual for the help to sit with the guests, but under the circumstances she was sure it would be alright.
"Where are you from, Mario?" Doreen asked as the young man relaxed into a chair.
"From Sicily," he smiled, his broad grin indicating pride in his homeland.
"Lovely island," Doreen said.
"But poor," Mario said, sadly shaking his head. "So poor."
"What did you do there?" she asked, wondering what occupation a strapping young man could find on a rocky island that was fit for very little else but the raising of goats.
"I come from a fishing village, Taormina," he said.
"I've heard of that village," Doreen mused.
"Where could I have heard of it?"
"Probably from the photos of the young fisherman by the Baron von Gloedon," Mario said. "He made nude photos of a whole generation of the village men and several of the women - in the 1890's."
"In the 1890's?" Doreen said, surprised. "Wasn't that the Victorian age when everyone was supposed to be so prudish?"
"Not in Taormina," Mario smiled. "It was open and free and very lovely in those days. It has changed much since then though - the war, you know."
"Of course," Doreen said, sadly. She well knew the ravages of the Second World War on the tiny villages of Sicily and Italy. The soldiers had raped and pillaged, much like the soldiers of the ancient Huns and the countless other invasions of this quiet, peaceful land.
"Have you ever posed for nude photos?" Doreen asked, admiring the outline of the young man's body that she could see through the fabric of his waiter's uniform.
"No," Mario said, quickly blushing.
"Why not?" she asked. "I'll bet you have a gorgeous body."
"Please, Signora," Mario said, the color rising in his cheeks.
"I mean it," Doreen said. "You're young, good-looking and I'll bet you have a really good body."
"I am strong," Mario admitted.
"Do you work out in a gym?" she asked.
"Sometimes," Mario said. "I like to box."
"How thrilling," Doreen said. She could just see him in a short pair of boxer shorts, slugging it out with another Sciliano.
"You must come to watch me sometime," Mario said. "I sometimes enter the amateur competitions here in Roma."
"I'd love to," Doreen said. "You must let me know the next time you are doing it."
"Have you won many fights?" she asked, becoming more interested in the young waiter as a boxer.
"Some," he said, shyly. He didn't like to talk about his victories. He felt it made him sound cocky.
"I'll bet you win them all," she said, sliding her foot over to touch his knee.
"Not all!" he said, feeling the pressure of her foot slide up his leg. "But most."
"Tell me about it," she said, stretching her leg out, sliding it up to his thigh. Mario was beginning to feel his cock harden as the beautiful young American woman slid her bare foot up and down his thigh, pressing on it as the sun disappeared and the soft lights from the residential hotel flooded the pool with dancing lights.
"I don't like to talk about it," Mario said, sliding forward slightly in his chair.
Doreen's toes touched his balls and she pushed into them.
"Signora, please," Mario said, nervously, looking around to see if any one was around.
"Alright, then," she said, withdrawing her foot from his crotch. "Come up to my room where we can be alone. I would like to see your strong young Sicilian boxer's body."
"In half an hour," Mario said. "I can take my dinner break then."
"It's a date," Doreen said. "I'll be waiting."
She slung her legs over the edge of the chaise lounge and stood up. She brushed against Mario with her swimsuit clad body as she moved past him. He had a hard lump in his groin as the sexy woman swished back towards the hotel.
Mario looked nervously around the corridor of the hotel where Doreen's apartment was located. It was absolutely forbidden by the management of the hotel for any of the employees to fraternize with the guests of the establishment. Mario could lose his job over this little rendezvous, but the lust that he felt for the pretty blonde woman was more than he could resist.
He knocked softly on the door, glancing to the right and left to make sure that no one saw him enter the rooms of the voluptuous Doreen.
He thought that she would never come to the door. His heart was pounding in his chest and his brow was dripping with sweat. His cock was throbbing as he stood outside the woman's door, waiting - it seemed forever.
Quickly, he slipped into the door and pressed it shut behind him, his back against the door, safely inside with the woman he had dreamed of for night after night.
"What's the matter?" she asked, seeing how nervous he was.
"I'm not supposed to be here," he whispered, still not feeling save.
"Don't be silly," she said. "I invited you, remember?".
Doreen's body pressed against Mario's as he leaned back against the door. He felt her warm, soft breasts pushing into his hard-muscled chest. Her leg slid between his and she rubbed her thigh against the hardening of his cock as their mouths met and his tongue drove into her hot lips.
Doreen put her arms around Mario's waist and pulled his pelvis towards her, crushing her body into his as they clung to one another inside her apartment.
The throbbing in Mario's cock increased. He could feel the tightness in his balls screaming to be released. He grabbed Doreen and rammed his dick into her crotch, feeling the softness of the gown she was wearing as he rubbed his hands up and down over her ample ass.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Doreen said, fighting to pull her mouth from his.
Mario grabbed her under the knees and lifted her from the floor, carrying her like a bride over the threshold to the private bedroom where they could fuck and fuck and fuck.
"Put me down, you silly boy," Doreen squealed as he hoisted her across the room.
"You have been luring me on," Mario said. "Now I take over."
He kicked open the bedroom door and crossed to the large, ornate bed that was standing in the center of the room. He dropped her to the bed and fell on top of her, ripping at her gown with his hands as he crushed her to the bed.
It was like a rape. And she loved it.
"Stop," she screamed. "Stop, you're hurting me."
"Shut up," Mario said, tearing the gown from her body and gazing down at the beautiful naked women beneath him.
His cock hurt it was so hard. He couldn't wait to ram it into her hot, wet pussy, to shove his meat up inside her tender cunt and explode his nuts as he ravaged her with his fuck pole.
Mario tore at his clothes, flinging them from the bed as he watched the blonde woman squirming in anticipation of being fucked by the Sicilian stud.
As his shirt was dropped, she could see the hard, thick muscles of his strong young arms. They glistened with sweat in the soft light drifting through the windows from the piazza outside.
"Fuck me, you brute," she whispered, watching the rippling muscles of his stomach as Mario stripped off his undershirt.
His belt buckle snapped open and he ripped down the zipper of his pants, standing up to slip out of them and to kick off his shoes.
The immense bulge in the front of his tight shorts was exciting to her. She could see the hard outline of his large, thick cock as he stripped off his socks and then reached for the waistband of his shorts.
"Show me that dick," she said, writhing on the bed, her lips dry as she slipped her tongue over them, wetting them as she watched Mario rip down the tight bikini shorts that he was wearing.
His cock flopped out like a flagpole as he ripped them down. It stood straight out from his body, a full ten inches and thick as a man's wrist.
"Holy shit," Doreen said. "What am I going to do with that?"
"You're going to get fucked with it, bitch," Mario grinned at her. "Now spread those legs.
He gripped her by the legs and thrust them wide apart, exposing the pink, inner membrane of her hot pussy. She was dripping with anticipation of being rammed with the big Sicilian sausage. She could just feel it sliding into her hot and eager cunt.
Mario grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them, fondling the nipples with his fingers as he lowered his man rod towards her honey bush. Doreen squirmed, anxious, eager and hot for the man's big, thick dick. She wanted it inside her pussy. She wanted to feel the hard, thick throbbing hunk of cock meat ramming into her, ripping open her hot twat, filling her with the thickness and power of a man's big dick.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Mario slid down, his throbbing cock ready to burst. He gripped the pole in his hand and guided the thick head of it to the opening of her sweet, moist cunt.
The dripping lips of her pussy surrounded the head of his cock and her pussy muscles gripped at it as he slid it into her. She felt the thickness of his meat as he probed into her hot hole.
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Give me that fucking cock."
Mario felt the tight lips of her pussy grasp at his meat as he plunged it into her cunt, driving it hard and deep and long - all the way inside, all the way to the balls.
Doreen screamed at the tremendous plunge of his huge dick inside her cunt. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his strong, young muscular body as he banged his meat into her cunt, driving it hard and deep.
The hot slickness of her pussy grabbed at his cock as Mario plunged into Doreen, fucking her pussy with all the power that he had, driving it long and hard into slippery vagina, feeling the spasms of her orgasms as she moaned and writhed, holding tight to his humping body as he rammed his thick piece of meat into her pussy.
Doreen screamed as she felt the pounding thrusts of his manhood, plunging and driving into her cunt, pushing it open to accept the great size of his huge, thick dick.
Mario squeezed the cheeks of his ass together tightly as he felt the surging power of his load ready to shoot off inside Doreen's hot, exciting twat.
"Hang on," he warned. "It's coming. I'm going to shoot my load inside you. I'm going to fill your hot pussy with my cum. I'm going to drown you in my hot, thick cum."
"Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck my hot pussy, give it to me. Give me that big load. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Mario pulled his cock out all the way to the thick head. His foreskin was pulled all the way back from the sensitive head of his dick. He could feel the blood throbbing in the head of his cock as it rested just inside the tight, slippery mouth of her hot cunt. She wriggled her pussy muscles, teasing him, milking him, playing with the head of his dick with her hot cunt lips.
Mario took a deep breath and rammed his meat all the way up inside Doreen's wet pussy hole, squirting his cum into her cunt, filling her with his hot, thick juice as she dug her nails into his back and pulled him tightly to her, clamping her legs around his body and riding herself up and down on the thick, squirting cock of the young man.
Wave after wave of her own orgasms wracked her body, driving her pelvis into his as Mario pumped his load into her pussy, drowning her cunt in his thick, shooting load of man cum.
He gasped for breath as he felt his nuts empty their tight load into her cunt. Doreen clutched and grabbed at his cock with her pussy, draining his meat of it's precious milk. She loved it. It was the greatest fucking she had ever had.
And soon Mario was ready to go again.
He slowly slid his cock all the way out to the head and then slowly and gently slid it back inside her pussy, feeling her grip at his meat with her wet cunt, holding him tightly as he stroked his dick inside her pussy, rubbing his balls along the crack of her ass as she held onto him, riding him for all she was worth.