Testarossa Di Toscana

?Quickly, Gil, we?re about to land,? the sexy, young brunette sitting next to me on the plane purred in to my ear as she picked up the pace of stroking my cock. ~ We had met in the Toronto International Airport, while waiting to board our plane. I was seated at a table, replying to emails on my phone, when a young, sexy brunette tripped and fell on me. She gave out a short yelp and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to keep from falling on the floor. She immediately laughed once she realized what had happened. ?I am so sorry and so embarrassed. Did I spill water on you?? She had asked as her hands slid over my shoulders while she stood up. She studied my face and thought my goatee made me look sexy and menacing at the same time. She got aroused at the thought of how rough and hard I could fuck her. I chuckled and replied, ?No damage done. Are you okay?? ?I?m fine. Embarrassed, but unscathed. I truly am sorry,? She repeated. ?No worries,? I smiled at her. She extended her hand and introduced herself, ?I?m Vivian.? I squeezed her hand gently and replied, ?Pleasure to meet you, Vivian. I?m Gil.? Vivian smiled back and asked, ?Where are you headed? Business or pleasure?? ?I?m flying to Rome and then to Florence. On Business. And you?? I asked. ?Oh!? Vivian exclaimed, ?We?re on the same flight. I?m going to Rome also. All pleasure though. It?s a graduation present from my parents. I?m booked on an eight day tour. Never been to Italy. I am so excited!? Her face lit up like a fireworks display as she spoke. ?It?s beautiful. I am sure you?ll have a great time, Vivian,? I replied. I admired her young, early twenties, body. She was dressed in blue jean shorts and an oversized, white t-shirt tucked neatly in to her shorts. She had slim waist and hips. The flare of her hips was barely noticeable. Her breasts were smallish. I couldn?t quite make out their size and shape through the baggy t-shirt. And cute, she was incredibly cute. Big, brown eyes, slightly pinched up nose, and a sexy smile. ?Gil. Is That French?? Vivian asked me with a smirk on her face. I chuckled and replied, ?I?m Italian. It?s short for Gilberto.? ?Mmmm, I do like the sound of Gilberto, spoken in an Italian accent. Very sexy,? Vivian giggled. ?Say something else in Italian for me, Gil,? she coyly smiled as she asked the question. I glared at her and softly growled, ? Voglio veder?ti spogliare, e inginocchiarsi davanti a me.? Vivian moaned, ?Ohhhhh, that sounded delicious. I can?t wait to be in Italy! What does that mean?? I grinned as I answered her question, ?I want to watch you undress and kneel before me.? Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened. An electric current flashed through pussy, causing her clit to tingle long after the current had disappeared. ?Eh-hem, okay. I asked for that, I guess,? she nervously repied as she fidgeted with her long brown hair. I smiled and asked her, ?You aren?t embarrassed by what I said, are you, Vivian?? She looked away from me and mumbled, ?Emabarrassment is not what I am feeling right now, Gil. Of that, I am certain.? A voice over the loudspeakers announced our flight was boarding. ?That?s us,? Vivian said and grabbed her carry-on bag, ?Pleasure meeting you, Gil. I hope your business trip goes well.? ?Enjoy Italia, Viviana,? I grinned. She bit her lower lip and winked at me. I waited for the line to thin out before I made my way to the plane. Once onboard, I made my way to my seat. ?We meet again,? I chuckled. Vivian turned to look up at me and smiled, ?You got the window seat.? ?Yes, would you like to trade seats?? I asked her. ?No. I am good where I am,? she coyly replied. We were travelling business class. The row we were in had two seats, as opposed to the rows of three seats in economy class. A serving station was in the aisle next to us. It blocked the view of the passengers across from us. They couldn?t see us, and we couldn?t see them. ~ Vivian fell asleep, two and a half hours in to the flight. She was curled up in her seat and her head rested on my shoulder. I let her stay in that position as she slept. No need to disturb her much almanbahis şikayet needed slumber. She had told me that her friends had taken her out the night before, and that they all had gotten shit faced. As she slept, she dreamt of what I had said to her. The thought of undressing in front of me and made to kneel before me, made her very horny. She stirred in her seat and lazily stretched as she woke from her six hour slumber. She smiled to herself when she realized she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. ?Thank you,? she said to me. I nodded and smiled at her. Her clit still tingled. It felt like little needles were gently probing the sensitive nub. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together at having dreamed of me and having me next to her when she awoke. ?Fuck, he makes me horny,? She thought to herself. Vivian reached for her duffle bag that she had placed under her seat and excused herself. She went to the bathroom to pee and change in to a sun dress. She removed her bra and panties while a wicked plan formed in her mind. ?Easy access for you, Gil. If you want it,? Vivian mischievously thought to herself as she slipped in to the dress. ?I bet you got a big, thick, Italian cock. Mmmmmmm, I want to suck it dry before we land.? ?Much better,? she smiled at me when she returned. I immediately noticed the absence of her bra. A blind person could have seen her hard, erect nipples poking through the thin, silky material of the purple sun dress. Vivian was pleased that I openly admired her perky breasts and protruding nipples. She slowly bent her knees and leaned forward, giving me a prime view of her small perky breasts, while she took her time sliding the duffle bag back under her seat. My cock twitched and quickly became engorged. Vivian took her seat and turned to me, ?I?m a bit cold, would you like to share a blanket with me?? she coyly asked me. I stared at her and replied in a low growl, ?Only if you hike your skirt up over your hips first.? Vivian didn?t need any convincing, she grabbed a blanket, placed it over both our laps and proceeded to lift her dress over her hips, ?Is that an order, Gil?? she asked with mischief in her voice. ?Yes,? I grunted back my reply. ?Yes, Sir. Do you want me to spread my legs wide for you?? Vivian leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. I bit her jawline and softly growled, ?Just wide enough for me to have full access to your lovely, young cunt.? ?Unnnnnfffuck, Sir,? she gasped and spread her legs wide. I nuzzled at the side of her neck and gruffly whispered, ?Tell me how naughty you?ve been with your cunt.? ?Ohhhhhhhuuuuuuu, very naughty, Gil. Please punish my dirty, little cunt,? she softly moaned her reply. I slid my hand roughly in between her legs and grabbed a fistful of her dripping cunt. ?Mmmmm, you?re dripping, Vivian,? I whispered and slid my tongue in to her ear. ?You made me drip, Gil. Telling me you wanted me naked and on my knees at your feet. My pussy almost exploded when you said the words,? she softly panted. ?Slut,? I softly growled at her and began to massage her cunt. ?Uhhnnnn, harder, please,? she begged. I squeezed her soft, wet flesh hard and dug my fingers in to her puffy outer cunt lips. ?Uhnnnn, fuck, yes, just like that,? she whimpered. I released her cunt from my grip and slid two fingers inside her. She was on fire. I pushed my fingers hard inside her, knuckles deep. ?Fuck my fingers, you filthy little girl. Slowly,? I panted in to her ear. ?Ye-e-es, as slow as you want me to,? Vivian moaned. I waited till she got in to her rhythm, till her hips rocked smoothly back and forth. I pushed deeper in to her and pressed my thumb on clit. ?Mmmmmmuuuuunnnnnn, fuck, Gil,? Vivian panted her approval as shivers shot through her. ?Is my dirty little girl going to cum,? I whispered in between sharp bites to her neck. ?S-s-s-so cl-close,? she moaned softly. I slid another thick finger inside her and pressed harder on her clit, ?Filthy whore, cum now,? I ordered. Her cunt tightened and almost squeezed my fingers out of her slick hole. I pushed against the resistance almanbahis canlı casino and kept my three fingers buried deep inside her. Vivian?s body tensed and stiffened, as a quiver started to build deep in her belly and rumbled through every inch of her young body. ?Fuuuuuck! That felt soooooo good! Thank you, Gil,? She purred in to my ear when her orgasm subsided. I slid my fingers out of her satisfied pussy and slipped them in to her mouth. Vivian eagerly sucked and lapped her own cum off my fingers. ?Jerk me off,? I ordered. ?Yessssss, Sir,? She purred and slid both her hands under the blanket. ?You will finish me off with your mouth and swallow every drop of my cum,? I snarled in to her ear as she undid my zipper and pulled out my throbbing cock. ?Fuck yes, Sir!? She panted softly; anticipating milking my thick cock of its sticky, hot liquid from deep in balls and swallowing every delicious drop. Vivian played with my balls as she stroked my long, thick shaft. Her eyes widened when she realized how big and thick I was. ?Fuck, you?d split me in two with this, Gil,? She thought and smiled to herself. Vivian stroked and ran her finger tips over the slit of my cock. She collected the precum on her fingertips and brought her fingers to her mouth as she moved her other hand from my balls to my shaft. She made sure I was looking at her before she sucked the clear, sticky liquid in to her mouth and savored its musky flavor before swallowing it. She slid her hand back under the blanket and began to jerk me off with both her hands. I groaned softly at the sensation of her delicate, soft hands pumping my cock from tip to balls. ?Mmmmm, you have a beautiful cock, Sir. I am sure you would hurt me if you ever fucked my tight, naughty cunt with it,? She purred in to my ear. ?Do you want to hurt my naughty, tight, little cunt, Gil? Vivian pouted. ?I?ll make it bleed for me, if I ever get you alone,? I half growled as I closed my eyes and threw my head back. ?Yes, please. Make it bleed,? Vivian panted and imagined her tight, little cunt stretched and filled as I drove deep inside her. ?Fuck, stroke me faster,? I ordered. Vivian obeyed and leaned in closer to me as she flipped her hair off her face with a snap of her head. Preparing to dive under the blanket and claim her reward. I tensed my legs as cum travelled and built up at the base of my shaft. Vivian slid her head along my chest and under the blanket. She took my cock in to her mouth and sucked on the head. I exploded and filled her mouth with cum. ?Mmmmm, thank you, Sir,? she whispered as she wiped a droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth and quickly sucked it in to her mouth. ~ The plane?s wheels squelched as they made contact with the Leonardo Da Vinci Airport?s runway. I leaned in and kissed Vivian on the lips, while the limo driver held the car door open for me. I felt Vivian?s hand slip something in to my jacket pocket. She broke the kiss, got up on her toes and whispered in my ear, ?Text me and I?ll send you naughty pictures of me,? she giggled to herself and skipped away. When I was in the limo, I reached in to my pocket and pulled out Vivian?s panties. She had written her cell number on them with lipstick. I smiled to myself. I sent her a text saying that when we got back to Toronto, I would keep my word to her and fuck her till she bled for me. ~ The flight to Florence wasn?t as eventful as my cross Atlantic journey. I was glad to be in a limo and on my way to see Alberto Di Zafferi, a billionaire real estate mogul. He was sixty years old, a short, stout man with a bad hair transplant. But no one would dare say it to his face. I knew of him, rumors floated around that he made the bulk of his fortune buying and selling oil illegally. But, this was Italy. As beautiful as she is, she does hide many ugly things. Alberto called me while I was being driven to his house. More like a castle than a house, from the pictures I had seen of it. ?Gil, let me apologize for not picking you up personally from the airport. I am in the middle of a crisis and won?t be home until tomorrow almanbahis casino night,? Alberto apologized to me in a thick Italian accent. ?Think nothing of it, Alberto. I will stay at a hotel tonight. We can schedule the inspection for tomorrow or the day after. It?s been a while since I have been Italy. I think I?m getting sentimental,? I chuckled. Alberto laughed and replied, ?Non ti credo per un atimo!? He said that he didn?t believe me for a second, in Italian. ?You are a master criminal with a heart of stone. I?ll go bankrupt after I pay you to restore my Adrianna?s castle.? Adrianna is Alberto?s trophy wife. He is thirty years older than her. The pictures I have seen of her in high profile magazines were stunning. She is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women to ever grace this planet. La Testarossa di Toscana, that is what she is called in the media. The Redhead of Tuscany. Her reputation is that of a domineering, fiery redhead. She is outspoken, privileged, intimidating and has an ego to match her beauty. I laughed at Alberto?s comment and replied, ?I told you from the start, Alberto. If you are looking for the cheapest price, I am not your man.? ?Adrianna has sworn to cut your balls off and eat them with figs, if she isn?t happy with your work,? Alberto laughed hysterically as he remembered the look on his wife?s face as she had spoken those words to him. He had purchased the castle as a present for Adrianna?s thirtieth birthday. She fell in love with it and wanted it restored so that they could live in it. ?She will be more than happy with my work, Alberto. No need to worry about my balls,? I chuckled. Alberto laughed and replied, ?I know we both will be. You come highly recommended. And, you will stay at my house tonight. I refuse to have you stay at a hotel. Adrianna and our staff are waiting for you. Please make yourself at home and do not hesitate to ask for anything. I must get back to the negotiations. A domani, Gil.? ?Ciao Alberto,? I replied and ended the call. I looked out the window and took in all the beauty of the pristine country side whizzing by. A beautiful ache filled my heart. The smell of chamomile filled the inside of the limo, as we drove by a field of it growing in the wild. I had been away far too long from my beautiful, Italia. I missed its sights, sounds, flavors and smell. The open displays of affection. The passionate and animated lover?s quarrels, in busy Cafés. The smiles and greetings that always included hugs and kisses on the cheek. How a family sitting down for a meal was more of an honored, chaotic ritual, than just eating at the same table. And the wine, that intoxicating liquid elixir that inspired the very first of philosophers. ?In Vino Veritas?. ~ The limo drove past the guarded gate and let me out in the circular driveway. The front doors of the mansion opened and three servants greeted me and took my bags. The butler greeted me and motioned me to follow him inside the spacious, marbled foyer. The house looked more like a museum than a place of residence. I was led to one of the guest rooms and informed that dinner would be in one hour. The clicking of a woman?s high heels echoed through the hallway towards me. The sound reverberated off the marble floors and each click was momentarily amplified before it disappeared, and just as quickly was followed by another. I could picture Adrianna strutting gracefully towards my room to greet me and welcome me to her home. She appeared in the doorway and said my name. I turned around as I loosened my tie. ?Welcome to my home, Gil,? her voice sent a slight shiver through me. Her thick, northern Italian accent made every word that left her full lips, sound like a seductive melody. I was captivated by her stunning pulchritude. Every picture of her I had seen, as beautiful as they were, did not do her justice. I was tempted to think of her as a goddess and a mortal woman. ?Adrianna, ciao, and thank you,? I replied. She was dressed in a white, sheer silk gown that had a high slit on the side. The delicate fabric hugged every luscious curve of her body. Her triple D tits were perfect. Her thick, fire red hair, flowed over her shoulders and on to her cleavage. It looked like a shimmering, crimson river, lazily caressing the flesh of a goddess. She gracefully turned around and walked away without uttering another word.