by Sally J.
“I hope so. And I hope there is not anything you are hiding from me, Mr. Spencer.”
They had reached the top of the stairs. Luca Silvestri turned around to face Thomas.
“You see”, he said, “Luca Silvestri is the best friend you can have. And the worst enemy.”
A dark and grim look had overcome his face, but it again, in its typical manner, abruptly gave way to a smile. But none of them failed to take note of the threat that veiled itself behind that smile. The warning had a strange effect on Trisha. She had been sensing a strange feeling inside her for quite some time now, but now she realized what it was. She was strangely attracted to the unhealthy power this vulgar man wielded. It was a power that came from a world quite alien to theirs – a dark, murky, dangerous underworld. She felt attracted to him in a contradictory sort of way; especially because of the smooth confidence with he proudly flaunted his obscene style. The way he taunted and threatened with the smile on his face made her want more of what he had to offer.
“Again I talk of serious things! How unfair to treat my guests so. You will have the Dei Pi Ring as promised. But before that there is a special collection of mine that I would like to show you.”
He turned to Trisha, whose hand he was still holding.
“Specially, you my dear.”
With that he led them to a room just left of the stairs. The door was open.
The evening light had faded and the light switch was switched on. It was a medium sized room, as they soon realized. The floor was a soft cream color carpet. In fact every thing about the room was soft - the lights the colors – everything. As they examined the room they found it was similarly adorned with glass cases along the walls, just like the gallery room below, which housed sets of objects which were not very distinctly visible from where they were standing.
Luca Silvestri looked at Trisha.
“Please feel free to examine this special collection of mine. I am confident it will interest you, Mrs. Spencer.”
Trisha stepped up closer to one of the glass cases. And then she saw. There were multiple shelves in each glass case and on each were kept numerous objects. All the objects had something distinctly and shockingly in common. They were all objects of sexual gratification!
As she ran her eyes over the display she saw numerous phallic objects, chastity belts, various sizes of dildos and sex jewelry. They were all of historical value and immaculately preserved. She saw deities sculpted with huge enlarged penises and stone figurines of woman having sex in various poses. There were archaic instruments of sexual bondage and early-civilization era sculptures of fertility worship. There were more than century old waist chains and anklets used in Arabian harems and tools used by Chinese concubines to enhance their patrons’ pleasure. Other Contraptions and gadgets lay on the shelves which Trisha could not even guess the use of. The whole room was filled with such artifacts dealing only with the carnal nature of man. Mark and Thomas were on different sides of the room similarly examining the spectacular collection. Trisha hadn’t realized that Luca Silvestri was standing just behind her. As she looked at a row on which were kept, what seemed like objects of womanly self-pleasure, she heard his silky voice just behind her.
“The object on the extreme left is a mechanical dildo, 18th century, Greece.”
Trisha could feel Luca Silvestri’s warm breath on the back of her neck. She looked at what he was referring to. It was a metallic object, made of what seemed like bronze. The tip was smooth and rounded and the vertical length was divided into horizontal strips. On each strip were small raised bumps. At the base of the object was a small lever.
“The user would need to turn the base a few times – like winding a clock – which would wind up a spring inside. Then as soon as the small lever is released, the horizontal strips start turning, but each adjacent strip and the raised buds on them rotate in opposing directions. You can imagine the heightened pleasure this object could impart to the woman who uses it. I’m proud to say it’s in perfect working condition. Oh, the craftsmanship of those times is unparalleled!
Trisha could feel that Luca Silvestri had moved in closer. She had on a knee length floral print skirt and a frilled white blouse and through the thin fabric she could feel him behind, just brushing up against her.
“The one next to this is a Pharaonic vibrator. Undated. Do you have any idea how it was made to vibrate?”
Trisha looked at the obsidian object that sat on the shelf. She really couldn’t concentrate. This obscene man’s sweaty proximity had aroused her senses.
“Ask me how?’ He said.
“How?”
“They filled it with bees! The angry buzzing would create the vibrating effect. Quite amazing, don’t you think?”
Trisha didn’t answer the last question. She really couldn’t – as she felt Luca Silvestri’s hand rest on her ass. She felt his other hand clasp her waist while his long powerful fingers squeezed hard on her soft junk. She now understood what Mark had said. How did I convince him? Let’s call it my secret. She loved Mark and his judgment. He knew her well. She took a deep breath and composed her self.
“And the one next to it?” Trisha asked. She pointed to a stone dildo with a bulbous head, sculpted with two stone balls on the side. A grasp handle protruded behind it.
“Aah that one? That’s a roman dildo. You know what that is for?”
“No, tell me.”
Trisha felt Luca Silvestri’s finger travel between her chunky cheeks and its tip touched her butt hole over the thin fabric of her skirt. She had decided not to wear anything underneath her skirt this day and she could almost feel his touch on her skin. He rubbed the tip of his finger around her opening in a circular motion.
“It’s meant to go in here”, Luca Silvestri whispered in her ear. Trisha sucked in her breath from the sensation. Luca spun her around by the waist. As she faced him, his hands held her tightly by the waist. She could see Mark just behind him and Thomas stood at the far end of the wall. They were all looking at her, but Luca’s seemed to pierce her.
“Your husband doesn’t mind?” he asked.
“Do you care?” she replied, running her hand gently through the tufts of hair that filled his open chest.
Luca Silvestri’s answer wasn’t words. It was a slap across Trisha’s face.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, smirking.
Trisha smiled sweetly. She then leaned her head forward and kissed Luca Silvestri on his lips.
“Is that all you’ve got, Mr. Silvestri?”
Luca Silvestri slapped Trisha across the face again, this time much harder. Tears welled up in Trisha’s eyes. They were tears of pleasure. The kind of pleasure she got from pain.
Luca Silvestri smiled a crooked smile. “Oh you’re that kind of girl? My favorite kind.”
Trisha took one of the tears which rolled down her cheek on the tip of her middle finger. She put it in Luca Silvestri’s mouth. As he sucked on her finger, she asked,
“Like how I taste, Mr. Silvestri?”
“Didn’t I tell you to call me Luca?”
“I think I like Mr. Silvestri better.”
Luca Silvestri kissed Trisha, forcing his tongue inside her mouth and squeezing her thick ass. She tasted him; it was the taste of cigarettes and testosterone. It was filthy and she loved it. She looked at Thomas who was standing where he had been. She couldn’t make out if it was a faint smile or the look of shame on his face.
Still holding her by the waist Luca Silvestri led Trisha to the centre of the room. Right in the middle was a chair. It was made of wood and had a leather seat. On its side were huge wide armrests. Below the chair, instead of legs was some kind of gear-driven contraption. Raising his eyebrows in a mirthful manner, the Italian spoke.
“16th century ‘love-seat’. I promise you’ll like this best. Take a seat”
As Trisha obeyed, Luca Silvestri stood beside the chair and looked forward at Thomas.
“You have the most beau
tiful wife, Mr. Spencer. I am so glad you’re not a selfish man.”
With that he took a hold of the front of Trisha’s blouse and tore it apart at the front. The buttons bounced off onto the floor and Trisha’s naked tits poured out. Looking down, Silvestri eyed them, clearly delighted at what he saw. Her nipples were already taut and the creamy flesh of her breast heaved as Trisha breathed heavily with anticipation. Silvestri reached down and took hold of Trisha’s ripe pair. As Luca Silvestri held her large tits in his hands, the supple flesh brimmed over between his long fingers. He rubbed his palm over her areolas and squeezed hard. Trisha hadn’t felt anything like the sensation she felt then. She had been fondled by many men before, but none with the depraved mindset as the man who now was molesting her. She embraced the kink, looked up and blew Silvestri a naughty kiss.
Not waiting further Silvestri revealed his surprise. He adjusted a small peg at the side of the chair. The contraption below the chair moved and the chair tilted backwards and soon Trisha was in downward reclined position, almost upside down. Luca Silvestri ripped off whatever was left of her blouse and pulled of Trisha’s skirt. With his two hands he spread Trisha’s legs. Trisha lay there in the chair, completely naked and open before Luca Silvestri, her naked pussy open to his view. He ran his hands along her legs towards her crotch and squeezed the fleshed of her creamy white inner thigh. He took his index finger and ran it along the furry patch between her legs. Trisha could almost feel her cunt opening up for this dirty, lewd man. He buried his fingers between her thick labial lips, rubbing her slit for a while and left Trisha panting and short of breath. Luca Silvestri signaled to Mark.
“I’m sure you would like to join us?” He turned around and went to one of the display cases.
Mark smiled and came over and looked down at Trish who was in an inverted position. He bent down and kissed Trisha on the mouth. While he did, he fondled her soft breasts. Trisha bit his lip and whispered in his ear,
“I like your plan, honey!”
Luca Silvestri had returned and he had two things in his hand - the two enormous dildos from the showcase. He handed Mark the mechanical one and kept the stone Roman dildo to himself. He placed the tip of the dildo on Trisha’s asshole and slowly pushed it in. Trisha closed her eyes. It was again a mixture of pain and pleasure. But As Luca Silvestri thrust it in and out of her hole the pain gave way to intense pleasure. He thrust deeper with every stroke and Trisha felt herself being opened up. Mark added to her pleasure by inserting the brass dildo in her pussy. On Luca Silvestri’s cue he pressed the small lever at the base and the dildo started its work. The beads started rotating in opposite directions and Trisha thought she would come immediately. It was the most invigorating sensation she had ever felt. Her body quivered and she felt her legs shaking. She titled her head backwards and caught a glimpse of Thomas, still standing where he was, keenly taking in the action. Everything was inverted to her, but she clearly noticed a bulge in the front oh his trousers. Oh! How depraved was she! Two men fucking both her holes with dildos as her husband watched on. She loved it. The thrusts had gotten faster and harder and with each one she let out a cry of delight. Luca Silvestri was pounding away at her ass and Mark plundered her gaping cunt hole. Both men knew no mercy – and she didn’t want any.
Suddenly Luca Silvestri, as if not being able to contain himself anymore, tore of his clothes. With an agile leap he got up on the chair. He towered above Trisha, standing on the arm rests, his legs on either side of her, looking down. She looked up at him, with her ass, spread wide in the air. His naked physique was lean and sinewy; he wore a thick gold chain around his neck which was nestled in between the thick patch of hair on his chest. His body was drenched with sweat and in between his legs was one of the longest and thickest cocks Trisha had ever seen. It was erect, but it hung downwards, its huge red tip pulling back the foreskin with its gigantic size. This was a perverted, salacious man - but this was just the kind of filthy man Trisha liked to be damaged by. She couldn’t wait to be taken by him.
As if reading her mind, Luca Silvestri bent down and directed his huge tool inside Trisha’s asshole. She was already ‘prepared’ by the dildo and his huge cock didn’t have trouble entering her. Soon Luca Silvestri’s balls rested on the meaty cheeks of her ass. As he raised himself and brought his body down again, his musky sweat dripped onto her. He looked straight into her eyes as he fucked her naked butt, first slowly, then faster and soon in a mighty frenzy of upward and downward motions. As he came down hard each time, the weight of his thrusts sent ripples down Trisha’s ass. She screamed out,
“Harder. Fuck me harder!” Luca Silvestri obliged, grunting like an animal.
He looked up at Thomas.
“How does it look, Mr; Spencer? My cock in your wife’s ass? Do you think she’s enjoying it?” With that he bent down and caught a hold of the bottom of Trish’s chin. Then titling it back wards with force, he turned her head so that her eyes met Thomas’. He continued ravaging her ass in this position.
‘Tell him how you like it”. He said to Trish.
“Oh, I love it babe. His cock is so big”, said Trish. This was the first time she had talked to Thomas when she fucked another man. It made her terribly horny. Mark was standing beside the chair, pumping his cock in his hand. Trish pulled him in and put her mouth over his rod. His manly taste filled her mouth. Mark responded by caressing her snatch, the folds of which lay bare and raw from the previous ravaging. As she took in the men from both sides at once, Trisha felt naughty, like a cheap man-toy, as they used her naked body for their pleasure. In a few moments Luca Silvestri let out a loud cry. He tilted his head backwards and groaned a deep groan. Then with his body shaking from orgasmic delight, and his face contorted, he clutched at Trisha’s thighs, while he pumped his warm load deep into her ass. Trisha felt him shoot deep inside her. She felt debauched and dirty with Luca Silvestri’s seed inside her, and it was this feeling which in turn brought on her own climax. With her mouth ajar she moaned in a raspy whisper, the sound barely audible. She came hard, squirting and wetting herself where Mark dipped his fingers. And almost immediately, as if completing this visceral chain of sex, she felt her mouth fill up with the familiar taste of Mark’s thick man-juice. The three of them spent, they collapsed to the ground. Trisha looked up, her eyes met Thomas. There was a look of satisfaction on his face, the kind she had not seen before.
*****
In another half an hours time they were all still spread out on the gallery floor, drained from the extreme carnal exercise. Luca Silvestri was lying on the floor and Trisha lay in his arms, both of them still naked, looking lewd, glistening in each other’s juices. Trisha massaged his now limp cock and planted little kisses on his chest and lips, as if in gratitude for the mind blowing experience she had given him. Thomas looked on as his wife lovingly caressed the man who had just now sodomized her in front of him. Mark sat by them, in a relaxed fashion and it was he who brought up the burning question.
“So shall we get back to the matter of the Dei Pi Ring?”
Before he could extract an answer from Silvestri, the butler interrupted entering with a tray of filled champagne glasses. He set it down in front of the group and exited the room. They each picked up one. Luca Silvestri answered,
“Don’t worry, Mr. Doyle. You shall have it.” Then taking a sip of the champagne he continued,
“But I must confess, I haven’t been completely truthful with you.”
He looked at Mark, Thomas and then at Trisha next to him. He drew her in close, kissing her on the lips. “When you, Mr. Doyle, told me of her and her specialty, I knew I had to make her acquaintance. I couldn’t give this up! The truth is I don’t have the Dei Pi Ring with me”.
Trisha had loved the sex, but she wasn’t going to leave empty handed. She smiled her sweet smile and planted a deep kiss on the Italian’s lips.
“That can’t be the end of it, Luca,” she said turning her smile into a manipulative frown. She continued ma
ssaging his cock.
“Of course, not! When Luca promises, he keeps it.”
Trisha knew she needed to coax a bit more. She stroked his cock harder. She could feel it again growing in size. She felt aroused herself.
“I sold the Dei Pi Ring to a trusted client of mine”, said Luca Silvestri. Mark and Thomas gasped in unison.
Trisha rubbed the tip of his cock with her thumb.
“But don’t worry; I have already arranged a meeting with him. He has agreed to sell it to you. “
Trisha was stroking Luca Silvestri’s cock hard now. It had regained its enormous length.
“The meeting is tomorrow night. I will tell you the details over phone. The price is fifty thousand dollars.” Luca Silvestri sat up and drew Trisha’s naked body towards him as she continued jerking off his rod. He continued,
“But I must warn you this client of mine is no ordinary man.” He paused for a moment. “He is Nikolay Yurkovich.”
Deep lines appeared on Thomas forehead; it always did when he tried hard to remember something. For now it was this name. Nikolay Yurkovich. It sounded so familiar. Where
had he heard it before? He blinked twice. It hit him. In horror, he looked at Mark. His friend had recognized the name at once.
Nikolay Yurkovich. Russian Mafia Leader. Drug Lord.
Luca Silvestri looked at Mark and Thomas. His face was serious and it meant business.
“Now I would like both of you men to leave. I would like to discuss some art with Mrs. Spencer. ”
As he and Mark both exited the room, Thomas looked back. The last image he saw was his wife, naked, on Luca Silvestri’s lap, loving him, straddling his cock. There was a wicked smile on her face as Luca Silvestri licked her body with his snake-like tongue.
Chapter 3
Trisha slept in late and now the bright haze of the late morning sun that filtered in through bedroom curtains woke her. As she stretched and tossed in bed, the images of the previous night flashed before her. She reached down and touched her self, feeling her own body. It still ached and felt sore from last night - in a way that she liked. She rested back on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, the thought of the precarious venture that she, Thomas and Mark had gotten themselves into, firing up her waking mind. She freshened up, descended downstairs, tying up her messy morning hair in a bun. As she entered the sunlit study, she found Thomas already sitting there, behind the big wooden desk, paper in hand, coffee cup on table. She went and kissed him on the cheek, the way she did every morning. He responded affectionately by kissing her on her cheek as well. As was, mutually understood by both of them - as if by some unspoken form of agreement - they did not this morning, or at any time, discuss the more deviant side of their lifestyle. To any outsider who was not privy to their ‘sessions’, they would seem like a normal couple. She sat down cozily on the soft couch sideways, propping her feet on the thick armrest.
