Real Italian Couple Nasty Tales!!! – (chapter 03)

The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room that reeked of sweat and sex. In the center, a king-sized bed dominated the space, its sheets rumpled and stained. A Figure lay sprawled across the mattress, its form obscured by shadows.

Without warning, a beastly Hand grabbed the figure’s ankle, yanking him towards the edge. A Deep Voice growled, “Guido… why you no make love like proper man?”

Startled, the man on the bed gasped. His name was Guido, and he was a fraud. For years, he had fooled everyone into believing he was an Italian Stallion, but the truth was far less impressive. His manhood was… underwhelming.

Guido turned around, squinting to make out the face of his accuser. Heavy Breathing filled the room as a Giant Form approached the bed. It was discovers to be Italian porn star, Luca Fallico, in the flesh.

Guido gulped, his insides quivering at the sight. Luca was a stallion in every sense of the word. Thick Muscles rippled beneath his dark skin, and a colossal Bulge strained against his tight trousers.

“Please,” Guido whimpered, “don’t tell anyone my secret.”

Luca cocked an eyebrow, then chuckled. “You think your secret safe? But I see truth, Guido. You no true Italian lover like me. I teach you ways of real man.”

With that, Luca pounced on top of Guido, knocking the wind out of him. Strong Hands groped and squeezed, discovering every inch of Guido’s body. Guido gasped and squirmed, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Luca ripped away Guido’s flimsy boxers, unleashing his lackluster member. “Tsk, tsk,” Luca tutted, “what is this? No fit for real woman.” Then, Luca produced his own anaconda from his pants and dangled it in Guido’s face.

“Oooh Gawd,” Guido moaned, transfixed by the sheer size. Luca smirked and grabbed Guido’s hair, slamming his face into his groin.

“Suck it, puttana,” Luca commanded. “Learn how real man fuck.”

Guido’s face was engulfed, suffocating on Luca’s engorged cock. Slobber dribbled down Guido’s chin as he gagged and choked, Luca’s girth stretching his jaw.

Luca grunted in pleasure, his hips pistoning. “Massage it with your throat, you pathetic gargia. Pleasure me with your mouth!”

Tears streamed down Guido’s face as he was used like a cheap fleshlight. His own erection strained uselessly beneath him, desperately craving the same worship bestowed upon Luca.

After an eternity of debasement, Luca finally pulled out, leaving Guido gasping and coughing. “Not so bad,” Luca allowed, wiping his cock on Guido’s hair. “Maybe you not hopeless after all.”

Then, with no warning, Luca flipped Guido over onto his stomach. Guido yelped as his legs were kicked wide apart, exposing his tender hole.

“No, please!” Guido begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Luca grabbed the lube and drenched Guido’s pucker, then plunged two thick fingers deep inside.

Guido howled at the sudden intrusion, consumed by burning pain and stretching. But Luca just chuckled cruelly, scissoring his fingers and probing every inch.

“Tight little maricone, you,” Luca taunted. “Gonna ruin your culo.”

Without further ado, Luca spit on his hand and slicked up his monstrous prick. Guido wailed as the blunt tip forced his ring open, impaling him on Luca’s unrelenting cock.

“That’s it, take it!” Luca snarled, pumping his hips faster. “Scream for Luca! Let everyone hear you getting pounded by a real man!”

Guido complied, wailing obscenities and degeneracy, his voice echoing off the bedroom walls. The pleasure bordered on agony as Luca plowed him raw, his throbbing vein-trail raking over Guido’s prostrate with every thrust.

Guido could feel his orgasm approaching, his own modest column pulsing in time with Luca’s thrusts. But Luca clamped a hand over his mouth, smothering his cries.

“Not yet, whore,” he growled. “No cum until Luca say.”

Guido could only moan around Luca’s hand, his eyes rolling back as his climax ebbed and flowed. Luca pistoned mercilessly, grunting and groaning, his hips snapping like a jackhammer.

With an animalistic roar, Luca buried himself to the hilt and unleashed his load. Guido could feel the scorching flood filling him to the brim, painting his insides white.

Guido wailed against Luca’s palm, his own hip mulle humping urgently into the sheets. Luca seized his hand and forced it between Guido’s legs, shouting, “Now, maricone! Cum for Luca now!”

Guido screamed as he explosive around Luca’s spent cock, his face and chest drenched with sweat. It was the most intense orgasm of his life.

Luca collapsed on top of him, crushing Guido into the sheets.angs for air, their bodies slick and sticky with sex.

After a long moment, Luca levered himself up and withdrew, his softening cock slithering out of Guido’s abused hole with a wet plop. Guido moaned weakly as Luca’s release began to leak out of him.

Luca surveyed his work with a satisfied nod. “Not so bad, porco. Maybe you save face after all.”

Guido panted and mumbled, “Thank you, Signor Fallico, for your… tutelage.”

Luca chuckled and swaggered towards the door, already admiring himself in the mirror. “Next time, you no run. Remember to be good little sex toy.”

And with that, Luca disappeared, leaving a cum-drunk and pummeled Guido all alone in the bed. He could only lay there, leaking, and revel in the reality of his unwilling, yet undeniably pleasurable deflowering at the hands – or cock, more accurately – of Luca Fallico.