Prejudice and Poisons
Copyright© 2026 by Paul Darkblue
Chapter 1
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Emma Rizzi, commissario in the Italian Police force is grappling with a difficult investigation. Meanwhile, her personal life and her loved ones are threatened by the return of a woman from her husband's past.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Crime Swinging Hispanic Female Anal Sex
Commissario Emma Rizzi – February 14th, Friday night
That night I was on a date.
The restaurant was cosy: candles on the table, soft music, perfect atmosphere. I was dressed in a short black V-neck dress; the top tied around my neck. I was not wearing a bra; the V-shape closed just by the belly button, with a deep cleavage showing my 34C breasts at their best. The skirt was short, six inches above my knees, and I was wearing just tiny, sheer G-string panties, which barely covered my freshly shaved pussy. Four-inch heeled pumps matched the outfit perfectly.
The man in front of me was handsome. Sitting at the table in front of him, I was already wet in anticipation of the night ahead of us. When he asked me for the date, he had booked a room at the hotel near the restaurant; since then, I have been looking forward to that wild night.
As soon as the dinner ended with a delicious tiramisu dessert and a final glass of Passito di Pantelleria, we headed to the hotel. His arms surrounded my back; his hands were already grabbing my ass, almost pushing me inside the room.
The door closed, and without a word, he pushed me against the wall, our tongues already devouring each other. The room was dark; a dim light from the streetlights and the restaurant’s blinking signs filtered through the room’s windows. His hands explored my body; his fingers sent shivers down my spine when they touched my soaking wet pussy through the dress fabric.
He untied my top; the dress fell to the floor, immediately followed by my G-string, leaving me with just my heels on. I removed his shirt, caressing and kissing his strong, sculpted chest muscles, then I helped him remove his trousers, exposing his hard, big cock.
He raised me in his strong arms, pushing my legs high on his hips. I felt the head of his cock aligning with the entrance of my eager, already dripping pussy. He slowly lowered me onto his cock; I felt him enter, inch by inch, and stretch me. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, my arms closed around his neck, and he started fucking me standing, keeping me pushed against the wall while our tongues kept up their dance. His thrusts were wild, merciless, while gravity pushed my body down onto his cock, and I felt impaled and owned deeper than I had ever been. I couldn’t hold back for long, and the first wave of pleasure overwhelmed my body.
He was still hard inside me. Apparently without any effort, he moved me from the wall and lowered me onto the bed. He resumed his thrusts immediately; I felt my juices running down my pussy, dripping onto my asshole, while his big, thick cock kept sliding in and out inside me even more easily.
In a few minutes, a new orgasm was building inside me, my cervix expanded totally, and my pussy muscles started pulsating around the hard shaft again. We came together. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled me up. If I wasn’t on the pill, I’d be pregnant by the next day; I was sure of it.
I wasn’t done yet. After a short time, my mouth went down to his lap, as I needed him hard again. I savoured the taste of his cum from his cock, mixed with my orgasmic juices, and this aroused me even more. I took his cock, still soft, into my mouth, and started to suck it, massaging and softly squeezing his balls. I felt his cock grow hard in my mouth.
When he was fully erect, I tried to mount him, craving a wild ride, but he manhandled me, pushed me onto all fours, and knelt behind me. His tongue started to run from my slit to my asshole, probing and teasing my rose. When my ass was well lubricated, I felt his thumb entering my ass, while his tongue was still tickling my slit and sliding deep into my pussy.
Waves of pleasure were running through my body, and my pussy was clearly showing it, leaking and dripping like a broken tap. Carrying on, he removed his thumb, kept running his tongue up and down, and then inserted two fingers, stretching my hole further. I reached for my clit and started rubbing myself.
Suddenly, he raised his body, and I felt the head of his cock press against my asshole.
I stopped him for a moment, breathing heavily. “Wait! Let me take something.” It wasn’t the first time I let a man fuck my ass, but for sure that cock was the biggest thing I had ever had around there. I reached into my purse and handed him a bottle of lube. I always have one with me when I’m on a date.
He lubed his fingers and inserted them deep into my ass again. Then he removed his fingers, lubed his cock, and the head was now pressing mercilessly to gain entry inside me. My muscles relaxed and let his cock enter me.
He was big! Oh God, was he ever?
I felt a pang of pain when he started to push deeper. I rubbed my clit even faster. He went on slowly but relentlessly. Pushing his cock inch by inch, stopping every time to feel my body’s reaction to his pushes. I started to feel comfortable; my body was getting accustomed to his big cock, the pain slowly disappeared, and a new wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.
When I was completely stretched and ready, I shouted at him, “Fuck my ass, bastard! Fuck me like a slut!”
And he fucked me, hard, deep, rough, spanking me with every deep thrust. I was wild, my mind almost blank from the pleasure I was feeling. The climax was building inside me again, and I needed his cum again; I needed his mark of ownership deep inside my ass: “Cum inside my ass! Cum in me and mark me! This ass is yours, own me, now!”
Breathing harder, he gave a few final, deep thrusts, his inches deep inside my ass, his balls slapping my labia, and eventually he started to release his cum inside me. My orgasm shattered my body at the same moment. A strong urge grew in my lower belly, and I ejected a dense, white liquid from my pussy and urethra. Yes, I squirted for the first time in my life!
We both collapsed onto the soaked bed.
“Wow, that was amazing. I’ve never experienced anything so intense before. I love you. I hope that you enjoyed my St. Valentine’s gift,” I whispered to the naked man next to me; I was exhausted and still trembling after the strong series of orgasms.
“Well, for sure it was the best gift, much better than the lingerie I bought for you. It took time to get there, but it was worth it. Your tight ass is only mine, and no one will ever have it in the future. Remember that, Emma,” replied the man, trying to catch his breath.
“Of course, my whole body is exclusively yours since the day we met. Marrying you is the best thing I’ve done in my life, Marco.” I kissed him passionately.
“I love you too, Emma. You are the most loving wife and the hottest lover I could ever imagine. I belong to you too,” he replied, kissing me back and starting a new session of quiet and slow lovemaking.
That Friday night was the first St. Valentine’s after my wedding, four months earlier, and I was on a date with my husband.
I’m Emma Rizzi, now Emma Rizzi-Ghidelli, commissario in the Italian police force, and married to Marco Ghidelli, chief of the forensic team here in Perugia, the city where we live and work together.
We planned this night alone, just the two of us, away from our home.
I met Marco a few days after he moved to Perugia from Rimini as the new chief of the forensic team. We worked together on a complex murder case, where Marco’s IT skills played an important role in solving it. The chemistry between us clicked immediately. After a couple of weeks, we ended up in bed, and a week later we agreed to be a couple. A year and a half later, we got married.
Marco has a daughter who is now also my stepdaughter: Jasmine, a mixed-race 9-year-old girl. That night she slept over at Lucia’s, an old woman and our neighbour. Lucia is a widow, and she is always very happy to look after Jasmine and to have her around, as she reminds her of her grandchildren, who live in Roma.
After those amazing moments, cuddled tightly in his strong arms, I was overwhelmed by the depth of my love for Marco. I was totally head over heels for him.
I would remember that night for a long time as the last perfect night with my husband before the nightmare started.
Investigations - week one
On Monday, I was in my office together with Lisa Baldini, my deputy and best friend.
I had just finished sharing with Lisa some vivid details about my St. Valentine’s night with Marco, listening and giggling at her bold comments, when I was called for a meeting in my chief’s office, the Questore of Perugia, where I met the public prosecutor. He was my ex-boyfriend; our relationship had consensually ended months before I started dating Marco, and now he was still a good friend.
They handed me the papers and asked me to start a preliminary, discreet investigation into the events. We didn’t yet have a clear case; my team would start digging, trying to understand what happened. Under Italian law, it’s called opening a “fascicolo di indagine contro ignoti”. It means that you have probable cause of a crime and no suspect or motive at all, yet the police can still carry out an investigation.
The case involved a collective food poisoning incident caused by Salmonella that occurred a few weeks earlier in a small town 20 km north of Perugia.
It was widely covered by the local news and involved two married couples, with two victims as a consequence of the intoxication: Emanuele Nicchi, married to Stefania Nicchi, and Dario Belli, married to Serena Belli. Both couples had two children, aged eight to thirteen years old. The two families had met for dinner at the Bellis’ home, and a few hours later, they were all rushed to the emergency room.
The NAS (Nucleo Anti Sofisticazioni, the Carabinieri branch responsible for investigating food fraud and contamination) conducted a brief investigation to determine the source of the poisoning. Salmonella was found in some leftover pieces of the homemade cake, probably originating from the eggs used to make the cream. Everyone at the dinner had eaten one or two slices that night. It looked like an unfortunate incident that had taken a heavy toll, resulting in the deaths of the two husbands.
Two more eggs in the fridge also tested positive for Salmonella. Thanks to the identification codes stamped on every egg, the NAS was able to trace the production chain from the shop where they had been bought, through the warehouse where they had been stored, all the way back to the original producer. Fortunately, no other signs of contamination were found.
Standard autopsies were performed on the two victims, as required by Italian law, before the bodies were released to their families for the funerals. The funerals were crowded and were held together on the same day in the same church.
Two weeks later, the results of the microbiological and pathological examinations came back, indicating that Salmonella infection was the likely cause of their deaths. The two men appeared to have suffered fatal cardiovascular collapse brought on by severe dehydration, one of the possible complications of the infection. However, that was unexpected, as both men were in good health and showed no signs of any pre-existing heart condition.