Mario's Bisexual Adventure

It's a quiet night and I intended it to be that way. Stefano had exams this week and I didn't want to disturb him too much. He didn't say anything but I had the feeling he got distracted when I brought chicks home.

But I was single. And fuck did I ever enjoy having a good shag. I drew ladies in like bugs to light. I'm 6'6, 235lbs of pure fucking muscle. Italian heritages have given me striking facial features that had women and some men crying to have me fuck them like worthless whores. Some credited my mustached and Sylvester Stallone eyes but I knew my charisma and overall man's man attitude is what drew them in. Nobody wants a pussy boy. They want a man.

But tonight was suppose to be quiet. The bar wasn't full, I hadn't drank all that much. I was enjoying a smoke and a Guinness when a woman sat down beside me. A real fucking looker. big tits, tiny waist. I sprung a boner immediately but covered it like a pro.

"Can I have what he's having?" I heard her say and when I looked she was pointing in my direction.

I took a puff and exhaled. "You drink Guinness?"

"Got a problem with that, mister?" She answers back, but withholds the sarcasm. She smiles.

I take another puff, try to be as cocky and manly as I can. She seems like a tramp who wants wild buck meat.

"Not at all, sweetheart. Drink up. It's on me."

***

One beer turned into ten and by three in the morning, at closing time, I was right finished out of my mind. The woman (her name is Daisy) was dancing around me outside the bar, drunk as a skunk. She wasn't wearing any panties under her dress and every now and then I'd catch a nice view. A 44 year old man like myself don't always catch such young and beautiful woman.

"Where you going, papi?" She said. Mmm papi. This chick's been eyeing me all night.

"Well, Daisy, my son is kind of busy with his exams and I wouldn't want to disturb him but-"

"That's okay." She cuts me off. "We can go at my place."

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When we reach her house I have a full-on boner showing through my tattered work jeans. I'm enjoying a smoke while Daisy is rubbing my cock through my jeans.

"I can tell you're dirty, Daisy."

She bites her lip. "I have a surprise for you, Mario." She finally opens the front door and we walk inside her townhouse.

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"Okay, you sit here, i'll go put on something more fashionable for you." Daisy says, frolicking around like a siren. Such a hottie.

"Don't take too long," I answer, stroking my hard cock through my jeans, "I wanna fuck that pussy of yours."

"Don't worry. I'll be right back, Mr. Minghetti." She winked and disappeared up the stairs.

I quickly started removing my work shirt and then my jeans. I kept my white sock and white briefs, they made my tanned skin and hairy muscular abs stand out. There was a full length mirror right in front of me and I couldn't help but checking me out.

I was 44 but damn I was fucking hot. I started rubbing my hairy muscular pecs, pinching my nipples, flexing in the mirror. I was rubbing my cock hard, trying not to cum though. I was so fucking horny.

I spotted the ashtray on the coffee table and assumed she smoked inside. So I lit one of my special cuban cigars. Every chick loves a cigar smoker. Especially one as rugged and handsome as me. I slicked my dark hair back behind my ears and leaned back on the couch, my hard cock showing nicely through my white briefs.

"Hey Daisy, I got something here that's fucking dying to be played with!"

There didn't come any response but I finally saw her legs appear in the stairway. What gorgeous legs. But then they were followed by another set of legs.

"What the..." I said, slightly rising from the chair, the cigar firmly between my fingers. Like a real fucking stud.

Daisy was wearing nothing but a leather chest piece that left her massive tits exposed and long leather boots. Her entire pussy was there and my cock was just bobbing with excitement.

"Who's your friend?" I ask, puffing on my cigar, rubbing my thick sausage meat.

"This," she said, pointing to the person covered in leather from head to toe safe a hole for the mouth, "Is my husband."

I chocked on my cigar, shocked. "Sorry, what?"

"He's our bitch for tonight." She said, pushing her husband to his knees in front of me. Fuck this was kinda hot. "Unless you mind?"

I looked in the mirror. Saw Daisy with her bang perfect body. Saw her leather clad husband with that hole which was fucking hot. Then there was me, in my briefs and white socks, my tan, my ripped muscles and slightly hairy chest, that cigar that made me look in power. I was the alpha male here. I was the God.

"Fuck no. Have him suck my Italian meat." I managed to say, feeling the full effect of the alcohol. But fuck I was horny. I puffed on the cigar. I thought of Stefano alone at home.

"You heard him, you worthless faggot." Daisy said, full control in her voice. She kicked her husband in the ass and his face landed right in my crotch. "Suck that man's dick. That's a real man."

I'm about to enjoy this quiet night, I thought. Not so quiet after all. I lean back on the couch, run my hand through my thick black hair, and put the cigar between my teeth. I place one hand behind the man's leather-clad head and my other hand I use to rub myself, pinch my nipples and smoke on my cigar.

"You like that Mario? You like my husband's faggot mouth?" Daisy snarled, cracking her whip a few inches from her husband's ass.

"MMm fuck yeah." I answered, thrusting my hips forward as the leather man sucked, licked, and worshipped my dick. He tickled the knob, rolled my balls, hand fucked my shaft, and sucked everything like a pro. I never had such an amazing blowjob, my cock was fucking rock hard.

I couldn't help but face fucking the shit out of this man. I placed the cigar between my teeth, and then proceeded to give it my all and banged the poor man's mouth like a louse hole.

"FUUUUCK YEAH. oh yeah suck this big dick, you pussy." I said, turned on by being dominant to another man. Confident, even. I flicked the ash from my cigar in the man's mouth and then fed him my cock again.

I turned over to Daisy, somewhat forgetting she was even there. Her big titties were stairing back at me.

"Come here, I wanna lick those jugs of yours. Come here, babe." I said, making sure her husband heard. Made sure he knew who was in charge.

Daisy dropped the whip and walked over to us. She sat beside me and even bobbed her husband's head down, forcing him to deep throat me. I fondled Daisie's double d's, fingered her pussy while she gawked at my thick, manly fingers.

"Your hands. awww fuck yeah ohhhmmm your a real man Mario. Ahhh you hear that Luigi? You hear that? Ahhhh fuck mmm that's a real man pleasuring me." Daisy said to her cock sucking husband (who was strangely named Luigi) while I fingered her deep and long. Her wet, warm pussy felt so welcoming.

"I want to fuck you, babe. I wanna check out that pussy of yours." I said, putting out my cigar and pushing away the faggot that was sucking me off.

She laughed and pointed at her husband. "Show him how rugged and manly your hands are, first. Then fuck me." Every last word she spoke she articulated slowly and sensually. She was rubbing her clit, and fondling her breasts. "Show him whose the man, then show me."

Ahh fuck. This chick was crazy. "I'm not doing that. The blowjob was enough." I was still stroking my cock though. I was fucking horny. I wanted to cum inside her. Wanted to pump that pussy full of italian meat.

"Finger my husband, and then fuck me. I won't say it again." She snapped, and that attitude turned me on. Losing a bit of power here and there didn't disturb me. I loved it.

"Come here, you bitch. You heard your wife. I got three fat fingers waiting for you, you faggot." I snarled, beating my chest. My cock was rock fucking hard.

Luigi crawled towards me and as he started sucking my dick again, I leaned over to find another hole in the bottom of the suit, exposing Luigi's tight, hairless hole. I had never done this. Never touched a butt hole, not even a bitches asshole. But damn. It looked fucking good right now. Pink. tight. welcoming.

"Get ready," I said, trying to sound as masculine as possible. Poor chap couldn't see my mustache, my muscles, my mean mug. He could only go by sounds and feel. I wanted this faggot to know I was a man. A real man.

I spat on my fingers, looked over at Daisy (who was pleasing herself quite flawlessly actually) and then inserted of my fingers inside Luigi's hole. He moaned and it turned me on. He sucked my cock harder. I inserted another finger. It felt so warm. It wasn't what I thought I'd be.

For a split second I only imagined Stefano in the place of Luigi. My son was eighteen after all and he was so fucking hot.

"Awh man, you like it as much as I do, faggot?"

He didn't reply. Probably ordered by his wife earlier not to talk. He did respond though by sucking faster on my dick and bobbing that tight little ass of his into my fingers. I couldn't wait and inserted the third finger, this time really fucking that glorious tight hole of his.

I was about to climax and I hadn't even fucked. I slapped Luigi's ass then slipped my fingers out.

"Now I wanna fuck YOU" I say, pushing Luigi away again and getting up from the couch, my 9 inch dick standing erect and powerful.

"Luigi, remove your mask and go upstairs. I'll be in bed later."

Luigi did so and I could finally see how he looked. I couldn't understand why, but this man had really excited me in ways a man shouldn't. I wasn't no faggot.

He looked normal. Light skin, fair features. Nothing handsome though. He looked a tad feminine even. But our eyes met and he smiled.

"Go the fuck upstairs you worthless piece of shit. Go beat that tiny cock of yours while I play with a real one."

Daisy dropped to her knees in front of me and started sucking me off as Luigi walked up the stairs. Although Daisy was doing a fine job with her mouth, it's her husband that gave a better blowjob. His tight ass felt warmer, more welcoming.

As I fucked Daisy senseless, I couldn't help to wonder how fucking an ass would be like. Daisy let me do it and it felt so good. It felt so good. So good.

"Ahhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck, Stefano!" I let out as I came inside her, injecting my man juice inside her.

She rolled over and lit a smoke. I lit a cigar. I was laying on my back. Her with her arm across my hairy, muscle chest.

"Who's Stefano?" She asks me, a kind of odd look streaked across her face, referring to the name I screamed out when I came. Stefano. My 18 year old son.

"Nobody."

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