Chapter 1

“Oh, fuck it!” I exclaimed.

I just barely landed in Rome when it was announced that the entire country of Italy was now under a mandatory lockdown. This trip had been in the works for most of my life, only to be ruined by this blasted coronavirus crap that everyone and their uncle had recently dismissed as just a Chinese problem. Whatever it might be, it wasn’t that anymore.

“You have a hotel booked, signor?” I heard a rather silky voice behind me.

“Si, Ho una stanza e sembra che rimarrò bloccato lì per tutta la mia vacanza, invece di vedere Roma come previsto,” I attempted enough Italian to rant properly.

“Well, signor, you’re better off than me. I was just kicked out by my sister because her husband made a pass at me and I told her about it. Care to guess who she blamed? Little tip, signor ... we Italian girls are remarkably tolerant about many liberties and indiscretions, but don’t weasel out of things. If you fuck around, don’t deny, but don’t flaunt it too much, either. Just let it go. He’s a weasel, but that’s what she gets for marrying a former seminary student. He probably still thinks that she ruined his chance to be Pope! Silly man!” the sultry local snorted with mixed worry and disgust.

“He probably could have just said that he was a bit drunk or something,” I pointed out.

“Precisely! I mean, who knows, under the right circumstance, especially with this quarantine, he could have pulled off the magical threesome with sisters ... but no, he threw that away by blaming me as if I am at fault! Anyway, may I ... join you in your suite ... so I don’t get in trouble or get infected?” the woman asked me now, clearly desperate.

“Sure, why not? At the very least, I have company and that beats utter solitude. It’s likely to be the dullest vacation of my life as it is. Not what I wanted from going to Rome at all,” I grumbled, offering her a spot next to me on the ride to my hotel.

“Oh, I can promise you that it won’t be dull, signor. It might be many things, but boring isn’t one of them. Vittoria Buono. My sister’s name is Fiorenza, in case she ever comes to her senses and drops that weasel, Evaristo. If she does, maybe I’ll slip her your number, so you can fuck her, too,” the Italian cutie, now much calmer, laughed as she pulled out a cigarette.

“Here’s a light for you ... and did you just say ... what I thought I heard?” I belatedly realized what Vittoria intended for me as I lit up her cancer stick.

“See, gets ‘em every time! You know, I don’t mind lotharios myself. Especially American ones. Your inner turmoil over that silly Puritan stuff makes you rather entertaining! As I said, it’s weasels like Evaristo! I just wish that he’d get out of Fi’s life and stop wasting it! Make room for someone like you! Fun, friendly, honest, not pretentious! Si, signor, I can tell!” Vittoria winked as she planted a kiss on my mouth.

“Wow ... just wow!” I chuckled now, as we finally reached the hotel and entered a very packed lobby.

“Signor Anton Mancini, si?” the concierge surprised me by singling me out, “you did not mention a female companion when you reserved the suite!”

“Sono la sua padrona,” Vittoria winked at the concierge now, making him laugh and wink back.

“Fammi vedere la foto di tua moglie, signore, e saprò se sei fortunato come questo ti fa sembrare,” the concierge then ribbed me gently and shook my hand heartily, “Abbi cura di questo, mia bellezza. Avremo bisogno del maggior numero possibile di stranieri che ci patrocineranno in futuro,” he then urged Vittoria with a kiss to her hands.

“Mancini, eh? That’s rather Italian yourself, but Anton isn’t,” Vittoria noted with some amazement as she put her hands in mine to show me off.

“It’s Romanian. My mother came from Bucharest. Long story on that,” I explained, getting more kisses from a suddenly amorous Vittoria.

As soon as we were safely inside the suite, Vittoria began tearing off my clothes, not wasting any time at all. Her luscious, dirty blonde hair fell down in radiant waves against her olive-tanned flesh as she slipped me so much tongue that I could taste her lunch! When she knelt and took my cock into her hungry mouth, I damn near buckled from the intensity of her eager fellatio. Whatever I thought that I was doing, I didn’t seduce her ... she enticed me! She had a ravenous appetite for sex and I was her preferred source of nourishment.