Her Italian Touch
The moment I stepped into the dimly lit massage studio, my new boss locked eyes with me and the air crackled. Sophia Rossi was pure fire—curvy Italian woman in a tight black dress that hugged her wide hips and full breasts, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder like she’d just stepped out of a Milan fashion shoot. At thirty-eight she ran this upscale place with an iron fist, and the way her full red lips curved into a smirk told me she already knew exactly how badly I wanted her.
“Luca, right? The new masseur. Don’t just stand there staring at my tits, bello. Clock in and follow me.”
Her accent wrapped around every word, thick and smoky. I swallowed hard, my cock already twitching in my uniform pants.
She led me straight to the private VIP room at the back, the one with the heated table and low amber lights. The door clicked shut behind us.
“Lesson one,” Sophia said, kicking off her heels. “Here we test every new hire personally. Strip. I want to feel those hands before I let you touch my clients.”
My shirt hit the floor in seconds. She watched me peel off my pants, her gaze dropping to the thick bulge straining my boxers. A hungry little moan slipped from her throat.
“Madonna… that’s a nice big cock you’re hiding. Italian women like me don’t waste time with small dicks.”
She turned, unzipped her dress, and let it fall. No bra, no panties—just golden-tanned skin, heavy swaying tits with dark nipples already hard, and a juicy round ass that made my mouth water. A thin landing strip of black hair pointed straight to her smooth, puffy pussy lips. She climbed onto the table on all fours, arching her back so her ass pushed toward me.
“Start with oil. Then you’re going to fuck me exactly how I say. Capisce?”
I grabbed the warmed bottle, poured it over her spine and watched it run down the cleft of her ass. My hands followed, spreading the slick oil over her shoulders, then lower, kneading those fat cheeks until she groaned. My thumbs brushed her tight little anus and she shivered.
“Again. Finger my ass while you rub my clit, Luca. I want to be dripping before you shove that fat cock inside me.”
Two of my fingers slid between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaked, hot and silky. I circled her swollen clit while my other thumb pressed into her oiled asshole, sinking in knuckle-deep. Sophia’s back bowed, her Italian curses spilling out.
“Fuck, yes… just like that. Deeper, you bastard. Stretch my tight culo.”
Her hips rocked back, smearing her juices all over my wrist. I added a third finger to her dripping cunt and pumped both holes in rhythm until her thighs shook and she came hard, squirting a hot rush down my arm with a guttural moan that echoed off the tiled walls.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I climbed onto the table behind her, lined up my throbbing cock, and drove straight into her pussy in one slick thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Sophia’s walls clenched around me like velvet fire.
“Harder! Pound my Italian pussy. Make it yours.”
I grabbed a fistful of her thick dark hair and yanked her head back, slamming into her again and again. The table creaked. Her heavy tits swung wildly beneath her. Every thrust made her ass ripple, the oil making everything shiny and obscene. I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over my shoulders.
Now I could watch her face—eyes half-lidded, mouth open, lipstick smeared. I sank back inside her, grinding my pelvis against her clit on every deep stroke.
“You’re so fucking tight… gonna fill this greedy cunt.”
Sophia’s nails raked down my chest. “Do it. Cum inside me. I want to feel you pulsing, bello. Shoot every drop in my pussy.”
I lost it. My balls tightened and I buried myself to the hilt, groaning as thick ropes of cum flooded her spasming walls. She came again right after me, her Italian screams turning into breathy sobs of pleasure, her pussy milking every last spurt.
We stayed locked together, panting, sweat and oil and cum mixing between us. Sophia finally smiled, lazy and satisfied, tracing a finger along my jaw.
“Good first day, Luca. Tomorrow you massage my clients… but this room? This is only for us. Now get on your knees and clean my pussy with that tongue. I’m not done with you yet.”
I dropped down, tasting our mixed juices as she spread her thighs wide, already moaning again in that sexy Italian lilt that promised many long, filthy shifts ahead.