Getting Bi in Palermo

Villa Fiore, located in the prestigious San Giacomo area of metropolitan Palermo is one of the most exclusive palaces in all of Sicily. Seated atop a hill which was itself on a seventy-acre estate, the Villa was nothing short of magnificent. Carved out of stones of the purest white, it had an almost eerie, downright unnatural appearance. Wrought-Iron walls separated the estate from curious onlookers and would-be trespassers. The sort of Villa favored by statesmen in the time of Julius Caesar, Pompey and Cicero. In modern times, it is the headquarters of a family that is no less important than those legends of ancient Rome.

For centuries Villa Fiore has been the dominion of the Fiore family, which has included military leaders, police chiefs, and high-ranking Italian government ministers. This noble family harkens back to the days of Old Sicily, when the island and her people were seen as architects of civilization. Scholars from all over the world came to learn at the feet of Sicily's wise men. Europeans, Asians, Africans and Arabians, all sought the wit and wisdom of the Sicilian scholars. Of course, that was before the wars, the economic downturns and the foreign invasions nearly brought Italy to her knees...

The Fiore name is synonymous with power and stability in Sicily. The last remaining heiress of this illustrious family is multimillionaire Signora Alissa Fiore, widow of the Italian Army Colonel Paolo Tartaglia. The Colonel, whom many in the Italian media and the realm of European politics saw as a possible Presidential Candidate, died of a heart attack a year ago. Vanished along with the great man were Sicily's hopes for a better tomorrow. The woman behind this great man has also fallen on hard times. Signora Alissa Fiore has become something of a recluse lately, much to the chagrin of the Sicilian political and business world. What has this lovely lady been up to since her husband's untimely passing?

Some people in the City of Palermo claim that Signora Fiore has become something of a hedonist, overindulging in alcohol, drugs and the pleasures of the flesh. These unscrupulous souls make the poor woman sound like a female version of the late Hugh Hefner. The Italian media, in a rare moment of grace and prudence, did not give credence to such claims. The truth is that after losing a husband or a wife, a son or a daughter, each person grieves in his or her own way. Signora Fiore is going through the process, and must be given the space to sort through it all. The woman is human, at the end of the day...

"Vieni qui bello, come here, handsome," said Alissa Fiore. The curvaceous, fifty-something Italian lady looked radiant in a red bra and matching panties. Dark-haired, bronze-skinned and busty, with a nice round ass, Alissa looked much hotter than most of the younger women that Joseph Berhanu typically went after. This gal's presence in the boudoir was as enthralling as that of a queen in her court. The young Ethiopian man smiled appreciatively as Alissa licked her lips and rested her hands on the crimson couch on which she sat. Nodding, Joseph went to do his duty. Got to pay the bills and all of that...

"Come desidera signora, as you wish, ma'am," Joseph replied and he walked toward Alissa with a deliberate cadence to his step. Tall and lanky, with dark brown skin, curly dark hair and golden brown eyes, Joseph has often been told that he resembled a younger version of Hollywood actor Will Smith. Joseph didn't see the resemblance but his good looks aided him in many an endeavor. Tonight, he was working as an escort, entertaining Alissa Fiore, a wealthy Sicilian businesswoman. Everyone in Palermo knew that Alissa Fiore was not to be trifled with. Joseph just wanted to show the lady a good time.

"Ho sentito grandi cose su di voi uomini Africani, I heard great things about you African men," Alissa said, and she looked at Joseph the way a hungry cat looks at wayward mice. As Joseph drew closer, Alissa reached for him with both hands. Joseph grinned as he stopped a meter or so from Alissa, right out of her reach. Glowering at him, the sultry lady got on all fours and approached him in a catlike, deliberately predatory manner. Alissa grabbed Joseph's crotch and was none too gentle about it...

"As you wish," Joseph said, and Alissa pulled down his pants, grinning upon realizing he wore no underwear. With the summer heat gripping the Island of Sicily, Joseph felt comfortable going commando. Alissa grabbed Joseph's dick and gently pulled back the foreskin before taking him into her mouth. The Italian MILF wasted no time getting down to business and Joseph found that admirable. A lot of the ladies, and fellas, that he dealt with were a bit too chatty. Joseph is an escort, not a therapist. He's paid to fuck, not chit-chat...

"Il tuo pene e delizioso, your cock is delicious," Alissa said to Joseph before engulfing his dick into her mouth. Joseph exhaled deeply as the sexy dame began sucking his dick. When it comes to cock sucking, Joseph has received some of the best. For example, and this will make some bisexual men smile, cause gay men to get into hissy fits, and puzzle many women, but it is nevertheless true. Some women suck dick better than certain men. As a fellow who sticks his dick into anyone's holes regardless of race or gender, Joseph knows this intimately. Alissa throated Joseph's dick like a vacuum and she even gargled his ball sac. Impressive feat!

"Take your time, gorgeous," Joseph whispered as Alissa did her thing. What else could he say? The lady had him quite literally by the balls. Alissa fellated Joseph, and maintained eye contact with him while working her magic on his dick. When it comes to oral sex, Joseph doesn't care for eye contact. He thought of Fabrizio, a young Brazilian man he encountered during his first year at the Colegio De Palermo, the elite Catholic university affiliated with the Fratelli Dell Istrucione Cristiana, the Brothers of Christian Instruction.

Short, stocky and dark-complected, Fabrizio used to be Joseph's roommate. The two of them bunked together while enrolled in the managerial accounting program. Fabrizio could suck a mean dick and loved entertaining Joseph. Fabrizio sucked Joseph's dick every chance he got. Of course, the annoying fucker talked too much and after a while, Joseph ditched him. Fabrizio's second most annoying habit was his penchant for making eye contact while sucking dick, something he and Signora Alissa Fiore had in common. Talk about annoying habits!

"Sembri teso, bello, relassati, you seem tense, handsome, relax," Alissa paused to say, and Joseph nodded. Winking at him, Alissa gave Joseph the deep throat treatment. Joseph smiled at Alissa as she continued to do her thing. After getting him hard as a rock, she got to her feet and led him to the nearby bedroom. Lying on the bed, Alissa spread her thick, sexy thighs and looked at Joseph hungrily. Nodding, he approached her and put his mouth to good use. Whatever the lady wants...

Joseph's hungry mouth found Alissa's tits, on which he sucked while fingering her pussy. He licked a path downward, from her tits to her crotch, where he paused. Alissa grinned as Joseph inhaled her womanly scent and then his hungry mouth found her sex. A gasp escaped Alissa's lips as Joseph began eating her pussy. The Ethiopian stud loves the taste of MILF pussy, and Alissa's did not disappoint. The Italian dame kept her pussy neatly shaved and smelling good. What man doesn't want that?

"Hmm, feels good," Alissa moaned as Joseph feasted on her pussy. The curvy Italian gal twisted and groaned as the young Ethiopian man pleasured her. Later, he took her on all fours, face down and ass up. Alissa screamed passionately as Joseph banged her with deep, passionate strokes. The two of them drank each other in as they fucked with wild abandon. After hours of wicked fun and stupendous fucking, the MILF and her lover lay side by side, feeling abased but alive. Fucking good times, folks.

"Pleasure seeing you, Signora Alissa," Joseph said, gently kissing her hand before departing. Alissa smiled and bade him goodbye. The lady's majordomo escorted Joseph to the Villa's main entrance. He walked down the dirt road leading into town. With the equivalent of four hundred American dollars in his pocket, Joseph felt like a rich man. Tonight, in the Colegio's residence, he would drink with friends and party. In that regard, he wasn't much different from the average modern-day college man, really...

Joseph headed to the Western Union office located on Via Appia in the south side of Palermo. He smiled as he was greeted by Signora Lorena, the matronly woman who managed the place. Joseph sent a few dollars to his parents, Gabriyel and Bethlehem Berhanu, who still lived in Gondar, Ethiopia. He contacted them on WhatsApp to let them know the money transfer control number. For Joseph, family comes first, always. After all, Joseph's parents spent their bottom dollar to get him to Italy, where he was studying accounting. Joseph is a lothario who has his way with the ladies and the fellas, but he has never forgotten where he comes from. Not that Italian society would ever let him forget it...