29. Italian Cock

**29. Italian Cock**

“I feel so horny.”

I growl over the phone as I pace in the room like a thirsty hoe. “All the fucking time.”

Roughly, it's been three months since I took a dick inside of me.

I don’t know if it's desperation or side effects of pregnancy but I want to get fucked like an animal. Like slap me and fuck me raw, deep fuck my pussy till I pass out.

“Why don’t you go ask your husband then?” Dennis suggests from the other side of the phone.

My movements pause as I look myself in the mirror, the curves from my sides looks flat and my stomach looks noticeably bulgy and round. *Fuck, I am getting fat.*

“After all, you have guys have fucked before.” Dennis mocks in a sly tone.

“Who Ceasar? No way.” I begin to pace again as I snarl over the tiny device, “That bish has threatened me to leak our sex tape, many times before.”

*I don’t trust that motherfucker.*

And he is in Malta anyway. It's been more than a week he left to solve some shipment issues.

Since then, I have watched an unhealthy amount of porn videos to calm my raging tits and itchy clit but nothing has worked so far.

“Then why don’t you put a cucumber inside of you?” Dennis complains over the phone like a thwart lady in a government bank.

“I did. Yesterday only but damn it, it made me more horny and unsatisfied.” I growl like an agitated animal who has been kept on a leash and starved for days.

I fuck my hair as I finger them vigorously again and again. It's been so long since I've had sex that I've forgotten who ties up whom.

“I need a real dick, Dennis. A real man to fuck me so hard that I open my eyes in the hospital the next day.”

Short, long, or thick,

Black, white, or slick,

In whatever range is your dick,

I want it inside of me really quick.

For the past few days, I can’t stop thinking about dicks. Thick, long, veiny cocks with a swelled purple balloon on the top that reeks of precum, ramming inside of me like a fucking piston.

*Oh, fuck! I miss dick. I feel so dickrived.*

“Why don’t you go out to look for a cock?” My steps halt like disk break as I hear Dennis chirps, “It's not like you are in real married to Ceasar.”

Somehow his words make sense in my mind. We are in a fake marriage and no where in the contract it was mentioned that I can’t date or have sex with other people.

Now that I think, I am in Italy, one of the sexiest living men countries in the world. Even a gardener is pussy wet hot here.

“And sleeping around is a great way to meet your soul mate.” He continues to whisper in my ear through the phone like a devil in disguise.

“You are right Dennis.” I applaud him for his evil idea. I ruffle through my clothes to look for something revealing but not too tight that alludes to my bulgy tummy.

“I am always right bitch. Call me after sucking a dick.”

I run for a quick shower, wash my hair and intimate areas thoroughly. I put on a dazzling silver dress, it slides on me smoothly like silk and reaches until my tan mid-thighs like a tease.

I put on a red wine lipstick with a siler chain that dangles till my cleavage that pops out of the deep V neck of the dress to look seductively ready for fucks.

I look in the mirror,

As I glitter in silver.

My breast looks bigger,

That magnifies my figure.

I book a cab to the nearest club and pick Ceasar’s black card that he gave me for shopping. *After all I am gonna shop for Italian dicks tonight.*

I slap the black card at the entry desk and they let me enter the club gracefully. Loud rap music bangs in my ears as I walk on the flickering glass of the club.

The crowd looks elegant, rich and highly voguish. I order myself a fruit mocktail and sit at the purple color bar while I face the dance floor where maximum males are grooving.

I throw my hair back and cross my legs as I make some blunt eye contacts with the males that I can put in my bucket list to *ride later.*

“Sei solo?” I hear a thick Italian accent, I turn my head and find a tall guy dressed up in a grey shirt and black pants ordering a drink. *(Are you alone?)*

He has thick eyelashes with fine lips and a little crooked nose that looks similar to a parrot’s. “Hi, hello!” I smile back at him while sipping my drink. *It’s not like I have to ride his nose.*

“Sei molto bella.” He says in a thick Italian accent while looking at my chest. *(You look very beautiful.)*

I follow his eyes and look down to see the silver chain hanging on my breast. *Did he just compliment my jewelry?*

“Thank you.” I blush a little while playing with my hair. I didn’t know Italian men are so observant and stylish. I would rate him four and a half stars out of five for his modish looks.

“Ah, yuh Inglish!” He nods his head while sipping his whiskey glass.

“Yea, I only speak English.” My eyes run through his dauntless linear shoulders, veiny neck, and his manly adam’s apple that bobs up and down as he gulps the golden liquor.

“Wat iz name?” He asks looking at me with a concealed smirk.

“I am Joycelyn.” I tell him and wonder how long is it going to take him to ask me out.

*I don’t have patience.*

I urgently need hot passionate fuck, so hard that I walk with the help of a stick for the next few days.

“Yurgai.” The Italian guy prompts at me with a striking smile.

“No, I am not gay. I am very straight.” I clarify the native of my sexuality.

“No, no. Yurgai Eno.” He tells me again, a bit confidently this time.

“You know? Okay, it was one time in college and I was totally drunk with my roommate but nothing more happened than base three. But now I am strictly into dicks.” I swear to the moon and stars above.

“Wat yuh talkin bout? I m Yurgai.” He blares while pointing at himself.

“Oh, you are gay!” I finally understood through his thick Italian accent, “I am sorry, I am not into gay men.” I tell him with a polite smile.

“Sei psicopatico?” He asks me with a frown. *(Are you crazy?)*

“Pistachios? No, I just ate.” I inform him but he growls something in Italian and walks away fiercely. *What a rude bitch!*

I don’t like tiny ass men who has a fetish of hairy balls. I finish my drink and stride towards the dance floor like a predator to look for a guy myself.

The music drops to a twerking beat, I ruffle throw my hair and sway my hips to the mercy of the song. I open my eyes and see many males’ sight fixated on me. I smirked.

All eyes are on me,

Like I am the last sushi.

I feel so damn sexy,

That I’ll wet my panty.

I swirl my hips in an infinity motion and let myelf lose to the beat of the music. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my waist, clutching my hips hard but I don’t mind the sturdy hands on me and I keep swaying to the beat.

“La tua danza in modo così sexy.” I hear a sexy purr in my ear in a sultry feminine voice.*(You dance so sexily.)*

I turn around and find a red hed chick dressed up all in black, smirking at me seductively. *Oh no, wrong number!*

“Io e mio marito stiamo cercando un rapporto a tre.” Her fingertips slide up and down my arms giving me creepy vibes. *(I and my husband are looking for a threesome.)*

I awkwardly smile at her as I try to decode what she is trying to say. Hopefully asking for directions.

“Vuoi unirti a noi?” She seductively asks pointing at the exclusive lounge, at the corner of the club. *(Do you wanna join us?)*

My eyes follow her finger to private luxuriate area that seems reserved only for the members. Suddenly, my heart sinks to my bladder as I recognize a familiar guy dressed in a charcoal black shirt with grey pants, casually sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap.

*Ceasar.*