Dino Martelli was elated to have finally found a job. The long weeks of standing in long lines at the unemployment office had not managed to humble the handsome man even though he knew that there were millions of others, capable men like himself forced to live off the meager unemployment insurance checks.
His position would not be fully utilizing his abilities as an accountant but the job as an inventory clerk was at least a foot in the door and his supervisor, Ziggy Zicarelli had promised that there would be further advancement for a smart man who was able to keep his mouth shut and his eyes on his work.
Dino had not fully comprehended the statement about keeping his mouth shut. He interpreted his supervisor's statement to just mean keeping his nose to the grindstone which he was more than willing to do. The new employee had been more than astonished at Ziggy's attitude when he had gone to see him with his findings.
"Ziggy, I worked my lunch hour today to investigate something that seemed really peculiar. Maybe you could explain it to me," Dino asked eagerly, pleased to have proved himself such an eager employee after only two weeks on the job.
"What's that?" Ziggy asked frowning slightly but still not betraying any emotion on his craggy features.
"Well, today in the stock room I came across two of our invoices that were stamped Santori Brothers, Olive Oil, you know the regular ones ... "
"Dino, I'm familiar with our company name and the appearance of the invoices," Ziggy said dryly. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. At first I thought the second invoice was just a duplicate but then I noticed that the crates contained some kind of plastic bottles mixed in with the cans of oil. Do you think our Italian supplier is trying to pull some kind of a fast one by increasing the weight or something?"
Ziggy stared at Martelli. Was this guy some kind of a jerk or something? Surely he knew what the extra bottles contained. The bottles, after all, were the reason for the Santori Brothers Olive Oil Company. Dino had been given a recommendation from one of their Pittsburgh connections, a kid he had known since they were boys together in New York's Little Italy. Tony had said Dino was cool and was hip to their setup. From the look on the new employee's face Ziggy doubted it. Jesus, Ziggy thought, I've got to squelch this somehow without the boss hearing about this. If he thinks I've hired some big mouth green guy that's going to spill the works to the feds, I'm going to wind up in the East River myself.
Ziggy got up from the table and stamped out his cigarette casually. "I don't think the Italian supplier would be pulling a fast one as you call it. Franco Santori's brother, Giovanni runs the operation from Naples and would hardly cheat himself. Just keep quiet about the bottles. You didn't even see them," he said looking meaningfully at the puzzled Dino.
"Sure Ziggy," Dino said quickly not really understanding but beginning to have a strange inkling about the Santori Olive Oil Company. He was beginning to see from his short acquaintance with the business that olive oil could not possibly be supporting Franco Santori in his rumored affluence and that there was something a little suspicious about the whole operation but it was a job and the pay was certainly better than he had been making on unemployment insurance. He just couldn't go home and tell Anna that he had quit his job. She would be heartbroken. No, he would do his job to the best of his ability and do as he had been advised in the beginning. Keep his mouth shut.
"Oh, by the way," Ziggy broke into his thoughts, "today's pay day," he said pulling a check out of his pocket and handing it to Dino. For Dino this softened the blow a little. This was his first real pay check in some time. Tonight he would be able to take Anna out for dinner. Already he was planning the evening trying earnestly to get his mind off his fears and suspicions about his desperately needed job which until this afternoon was seemingly heaven sent.
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Dino greeted the waiter at the Tivoli and looked around with some surprise. Their neighborhood Italian restaurant had gone "uptown." The food at the Tivoli had always been special but the furnishings had always been modest. It had been several months since the couple had been able to afford a dinner out and Dino matched the look of surprise on Anna's face when they were shown to a table near a small stage that had certainly not been installed the last time they dined.
But as Anna wound her way through the now crowded restaurants Dino couldn't help observing the envious looks he received from most of the men. He smiled smugly to himself as he watched his young wife's sensuous walk ahead of him.
Anna was not as tall and long-legged as she appeared to be in the green clinging jersey dress he had bought for her and her classic chignon hairdo accentuated the effect. Her husband enjoyed the way her tautly rounded buttocks undulated smoothly under the soft fabric. Her waist above was so tiny and narrow that he could encircle it with his hands, but her gently curving hips flared out enticingly to the sides. She had a petulant little child's way of bending her satiny skinned neck as she held her head to one side that even after three years of marriage always made him feel a little aching sensation in the pit of his stomach when he looked at her.
As the waiter pulled the chair out and Anna bent over Dino could see the tantalizing promise of her firmly ripened breasts. She's easily the most exciting woman in the place he thought with happiness. It had been so long since they had been able to afford to go out that he had almost forgotten the effect his wife had on other men.
Happy though she was at the prospect of eating a meal in a restaurant, Anna, nevertheless, found herself worrying about the money it would cost. The Tivol had remodeled its premises and Anna realized that the cost would probably be reflected in the prices on their new elegant looking menu.
Before she had a chance to look the waiter placed a martini in front of her and Anna took a sip and glanced at the menu. Her heart did a flip-flop. Most of the entrees cost what she and Dino had been living on for a week. Coming out to dinner so soon after her husband's first pay check only illustrated to her how totally irresponsible he was in their financial affairs.
Anna did her best to work up a smile for him when he raised his glass and placed his hand over hers in a gesture of continuing devotion, but she couldn't bring herself to answer his beaming happiness with full conviction. Dino became aware of her faltering hesitation and he leaned over the table with a look of concern on his face.
"What is it, cara?" he asked anxiously. "Didn't you feel like coming out to dinner with me?"
Anna was instantly flooded with guilt feelings for being such a damper on their little dinner. He was only trying to please her.
"No, of course not, darling," she answered quickly. "It's just that I didn't think we would be able to afford going out so soon," she said as the waiter brought the antipasto. "Don't be silly," he chided her gently. "We'll eat leftover minestrone at home all next week. I was just so fed up with never being able to take you out anywhere." He raised his half empty glass again and looked directly into her huge brown eyes. "So come on. Bottoms up and forget the money," he ordered with mock sternness, throwing the drink down his throat with one motion and immediately summoning their waiter to bring another. They had already had drinks before they left their apartment and he was feeling no pain.
Anna had always loved his daring, good-humored way and in spite of her reservations, she suddenly felt better and downed the rest of her martini with him. The glasses were whisked away silently almost before she had set hers on the table, and she glanced pointedly at the menu lying on the table, hoping Dino would take the hint and order the dinner soon. Another martini would make four drinks for her and already she could feel her head beginning to spin. Besides, she knew even though Dino prided himself on his capacity for alcohol, he often was offensively drunk before he knew it was happening and she didn't want their night out to be ruined.
With an inaudible sigh of thanks, Anna noticed that Dino had taken her hint and was poring over the menu with great care as he tried to decide on the meal. His wife took the opportunity to take a good look at the man she had married. Lord was it only three years ago?
He had recently turned twenty-six and his face looked even more boyish and handsome to her now than it had when she married him three years ago. His dark longish hair was neat and well-groomed and his olive complexion with its dark eyes always made her feel a warm glow. He looked very elegant in his dark brown suit which was well-tailored to his slim muscular body.
Dino was one of those personalities which seem to draw people to them. He was so good natured you couldn't help but like him and Anna knew that he was a hard worker. His wife uttered a little oath under her breath at the bad luck that had cursed them since their marriage. When Dino had lost his job when his company had gone bankrupt they had been certain that it wouldn't be long until he found another position. They had not reckoned on the harsh economic times and he had never been used to the fact that he was virtually without an income.
Dino's total disregard for money had troubled Anna when she first met him since she was raised in a completely different kind of family. Although both of them were raised in New York in the section known as Little Italy their families could not have been more dissimilar. While Dino's father was a longshoreman with an Italian's penchant for beautiful women and drinking, Anna's father was a hard working frugal green grocer.
"How about the fettuccine Alfredo?" Dino interrupted her train of thought. He was looking at her with those warmly expressive eyes that had first endeared him to her, his even white teeth showing in a wide, easy smile. "And what about following that with the veal piccata and a bottle of soave? Does that titillate your taste buds, Mrs. Martelli?"
She tried to appear enthusiastic over his selection as the drink waiter reappeared with more drinks and the other waiter took their order. When they were alone again, Dino put Anna's drink in her fingers and they clinked their glasses together lightly.
"To our future, a rich and happy life and to my beautiful, sexy wife," he toasted.
"I'll drink to that," she replied with mock conceit and hoped her playfulness would disguise her true feeling of anxiousness over the money they were spending. He didn't seem to notice her nervous mood as he took a long swallow of his drink. She sipped hers carefully, not wanting to make the lightheadedness she was feeling more acute. The wine would make her senses haze over, but by then she would have begun her dinner. She picked at the antipasto plate and took a few bites to stave off the dizziness coming over her little by little.
Dino was heartily digging into the hors-d'ouevres and Anna glanced around the restaurant for the first time since they had sat down. They had really done a fabulous job with the redecoration, she decided and she wondered where they had got the money. The major changes with the stage and everything must have cost a small fortune she decided. And then she tried to put all thoughts of money out of her mind. She was simply dwelling on it too much, putting a dollar and cents value on all forms of enjoyment.
She glanced around at the clientele. It had changed considerably from the days when she and Dino had come in at least a couple of times a week. There was now a more chic uptown kind of crowd and some of the men looked to be a rougher type in spite of their expensive clothes and jewelry. She looked over beyond the stage and noticed a big cruel looking man staring at. her and she suddenly realized that he must have been fixing his gaze on her for some time.
He seemed not to care that she had caught him in the act of staring and he continued to leer at her with a suggestive smile playing over his thick lips. She let her eyes fall to her plate again. She felt herself blushing in confusion as she unconsciously glanced in the stranger's direction and saw him run his tongue over his lips in a lewd gesture.
The obscene expression on his fleshy face embarrassed her so much she almost choked and she was forced to cough lightly into her napkin. After that she tried to ignore him, but she could feel his hot lecherous eyes boring into her the whole time she was trying to eat. Anna had had lots of men stare at her but never in her whole life had she seen such a brazen display of animal lust.
She found herself wondering what the woman with the man must think of his actions, and surreptitiously she glanced over at her when a waiter stood between the lewdly devouring eyes of her partner. The woman was black and was very heavily made up and when she turned her head, Anna could see that she had bleached blonde streaks in the front of her black kinky hair. The young wife guessed her to be about twenty-eight but there was a hard, depraved look about her eyes and mouth that shocked Anna. Anna could see the outline of her ripely matured breasts which contrasted darkly with the low-cut yellow dress she wore and she saw that the rest of her lush figure was just as voluptuous under the sleazy material clinging to her smoothly curving hips and buttocks. She seemed to be just the sort of woman who would be with the loathsome man who had been staring at her. Abruptly, without warning, them black woman turned and looked over her dusky bare shoulder directly at her.
Caught unawares, Anna could not react quickly enough to avert her eyes, and she saw the woman give her a quick, measuring glance before lifting one eyebrow insultingly and turning back around.
Anna gasped without being able to control herself at the insolence on the woman's face and her fork clattered on the table as she dropped it.
This attracted her husband's attention and he looked at her flushed downcast face with concern. "What's wrong, cara mia?" he asked. He had noticed she was acting a little nervous, but he had thought it best to ignore it, knowing it could lead to a discussion that might turn out to be unpleasant and spoil the evening if he acknowledged it.
"There's ... ss-someone staring at me," she managed to stammer casting a glance over his shoulder. "He's doing it in a lewd obnoxious way and it's embarrassing me."
Dino wheeled around and met the amused glance of the man she had indicated. Porca miseria, Dino muttered under his breath. It was Franco Santori, the capo of Santori Brothers Olive Oil and not a person that Dino especially wanted to see after the business this afternoon with Ziggy and the dummy invoices he had discovered. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as Santori lifted his eyebrows slightly in a gesture that could only mean one thing. He wanted Dino to come over to his table.
"Excuse me, Anna, I know this guy," he said as he laid his napkin on the table and shoved his chair back.
"Well, Dino," Franco Santori said without smiling as his young employee reached the table. "I hear you've been overtaxing yourself at work or so Ziggy tells me."
"Good evening, Mr. Santori ... you see uh...." he inclined his head briefly to the seductive looking black woman seated at the table.
"Call me Franco ... this is Jojo Sampson," he said shrewdly noticing Dino's glance sliding down her ripely enticing curves visible above the table. "How do you do," he said, slightly embarrassed by-the cool, calculating gaze she was giving him, a suggestive little smile beginning to play at the corners of her full sensuous mouth.
"Is that your wife?" Santori asked, giving his head a jerk in Anna's direction. "She's a hot looking piece. Why don't you get her to join us?"
"Thank you Mr. San ... Franco, but she's a little bit disconcerted about the way you were staring at her...." he trailed off lamely, terrified of offending his boss. Franco Santori suddenly changed his expression to one of anger, his complexion flushing an even more reddish color than before. He glowered in Anna's direction for a long moment, his fists clenched tightly on the edge of the table, and then he looked back at Dino, a harsh look of offended vanity clouding his expression. "She is ... is she ... thinks she's too good does she?" he snarled.
"No ... not that ... it's just that she hasn't been around too much," Dino quickly interjected. "She's really very shy, that's all," he added very much on the defensive. Santori's face softened for a second and he mumbled, "Shit what is this? I've got a guy working for me that doesn't know what the fuck is going on and he's got this luscious wife that doesn't know what to do with herself." His eyes reflected this unusual situation and his brain busily calculated what he was going to do to these unexpected innocents. Then he relaxed. "Tell Cinderella that I thought she was someone else."
"Okay Franco, I don't want to ruin the evening. It's our first dinner out since I started working for you," the young husband said.
Santori waved his hand depreciatingly. "Just keep cool, Dino. I'd like to fuck that sweet little wife of your but I guess I'm stuck with Chocolate Tits here. Hey, Jojo?" He winked at the black woman suggestively, who obscenely moved her shoulders back and forth making it seem for a second that her voluptuously full breasts were going to shake right out of the front of her lemon dress.
Her lewdly suggestive action made Dino's restlessly stirring cock crawl with a sudden eagerness in his suit pants as he fought to tear his eyes away from the cocoa-colored breasts and he started to leave.
"Hang on, Dino," Santori ordered without looking at him. This was the moment Dino had been dreading, not knowing what Santori was going to say.
"Si, Franco," he said innocently.
"I don't like my employees snooping around and asking dumb questions. That is if they are dumb and not some kind of investigators!"
"I'm doing my best, Franco ... whatever you say," Dino replied with a nervous smile. "Well, just to see that you do understand I want you to come to my private offices tomorrow before work," he commanded ... "Or...." he let his voice trail away into a. menacing silence much worse than any Words he could have used.
In a flash all Dino's fears came to a head. What he had suspected this morning had been true after all. The Santori Olive Oil company was a Mafia front! His heart skipped a beat as he realized that the plastic bottles in the crates with the cans must have been heroin. Feeling sick he turned and looked once again at Franco who had by now completely forgotten about him.
Dino realized that with a quaking kind of fear that he was in a terrifying situation. Santori was not sure that he was not some kind of narcotics inspector in which case he would just have him killed never to be seen again and the other equally scary reality was that Franco was going to try and have him tied to his illegal activities.
The last sound he heard was the throaty chuckle of Jojo Sampson.
CHAPTER TWO
Worried about the possible outcome of her husband's confrontation with the strange man, Anna had watched the whole scene. It seemed to her that the man had treated her husband in a very condescending fashion and she wondered just what was going on.
But then she watched in astonishment when the black woman wriggled her shoulders making her full breasts seemed to dance right in front of Dino's eyes and she was mortified that he seemed unable to keep from staring lustily after her. She turned her attention to her dinner in a vain attempt to forget the look in her husband's eyes when he saw the woman's lewd motions. Without realizing she was doing it, she began to reflect back to her first encounter with Dino, many years before.
She was still in high school and Dino was already in college when they first met. She had seen him around the neighborhood but he was four years older than she and whenever they met he always said something to anger the sensitive teenager like: "Here's a dime, blondie, call me when you're twenty-one" and other things that teenaged boys say to cover their embarrassment when they're with their buddies.
Anna had almost forgotten about him when she unexpectedly ran into him at a wedding of a cousin. All of a sudden she had felt a strong male hand gripping her elbow firmly and she almost cried out before she could catch herself. Then she looked up at the smiling face so close to hers she could almost feel his breathing on her skin.
"Hi," he said pleasantly. "You've grown up, at last, Anna, just in time."
She was so taken aback by his direct approach that she answered in spite of being so startled she had almost jumped out of her skin. "Oh, Dino, you scared me," she said as she gradually regained her composure. By now she saw how Dino Martelli had matured and was even taller and more darkly handsome than she remembered from seeing him around the neighborhood.
She was just beginning to enjoy being with Dino when she saw one of the Scirocco sisters from down the block separate herself from the center of a large group of the wedding guests and walk toward Dino.
"Looking for me, Dino," she said in her Brooklyn accent to the young man. Then she had noticed Anna and seemed disappointed. "Hi, Anna," she said.
"How are you?" Anna said pleasantly. But seeing that Dino was apparently occupied for the moment, the Scirocco girl wiggled her way back into the throng of waiting men playfully bumping two or three of them with her hips as she passed between them.
"This reception is just about over," Dino said. "Let's go." Before she could say no or resist him in any way, he had led her to the cloakroom for their coats and was already propelling to his car.
They went to a small espresso bar in the neighborhood and when they were brought their coffees and the waiter left, Dino blurted: "I think I want to marry a blonde haired, brown eyed Italian girl that lives in the neighborhood. Do you know any one that fits the bill?" And that was the real beginning of it. He started taking her out practically every night that her strict parents would allow. He had insisted from that first night that he had wanted to marry her from the time she was about thirteen years old playing with her little girlfriends and secretly she had felt the same way about the handsome boy from the neighborhood. She never doubted for a minute that Dino Martelli was the boy for her.
There had been only two things that had made her afraid she might be making a mistake in marrying Dino. One was that he spent money like water and her parents warned her about this kind of a man telling her that she would never have anything. They wanted their beautiful daughter to marry a man who would let her rise above her humble origins.
The other thing was the same old problem she had always had with men. Sex! She didn't think she was prudish or afraid of the subject, but she was old-fashioned and religious enough to believe that the only time it was right between two people was after they had been joined legally together.
But he was smoother and more persuasive than anyone she had ever known. It could have been because she was attracted to him from the beginning in a way that she had never experienced with another boy, but sometimes it seemed as though she might have gone right on to the final act if it hadn't been for her well-trained willpower.
After their meeting at the wedding it took about a month for Dino to accept the fact that she was not going to indulge in intercourse before marriage. She was really an old-fashioned Italian girl and this was one of the things he loved most about her although it was difficult to contain himself from doing more than caress her breasts through her blouse and press her body urgently to his.
But then one night he had almost ruined everything. The couple had gone to a party at some friends of Dino's and Anna had had one too many drinks. When he brought her back to the apartment over her parents' grocery shop he had tiptoed into the kitchen to make her some coffee to sober her up, careful to avoid waking her parents. It was almost too much temptation when he had seen a bottle of Italian brandy on the sideboard and he had poured some into the coffee.
He returned to the living room and they had begun to kiss and fondle each other on the couch in her parents' living room, his hand touching her softly pulsing breasts and sending fiery heat rushing through her body like hot air from a forced air furnace. It had seemed to her as though all her nerve endings were nakedly exposed on the surface of her flesh, and the center of it all down between her tingling inner thighs had felt like a raging fire that could only be quenched by the cool touch of his fingers kneading her tingling breasts inside her open blouse. He must have sensed her passion-inflamed urgency, for she had felt his fingers sliding down over her softly rounded belly still covered by the wool material of her skirt, making her writhe and twist into closer contact with his body.
Then he was lightly stroking the soft naked flesh above her bare legs, his extended middle finger circling closer and closer to the hotly trembling center of the excitement burning in her loins. She had known he was reaching for the previously forbidden triangle of soft blonde hair up between her quivering thighs, but in spite of all her efforts to force herself to resist she felt her firmly clenched thighs relaxing their tension and gradually opening up to his gently insistent probing.
Dino had felt her whole body shudder against his at the first tentative contact with the narrow white nylon crotch band covering" the now moistening slit of her untouched vagina, and it felt as though his loins would burst from the throbbing ache intensifying in his rapidly swelling penis.
He let his finger slip lightly up and down the narrow wet opening through the flimsy nylon of her panties until he felt her responding with a slight rocking motion on the sofa and her voice was moaning softly into his mouth. Their tongues were lashing wetly together, her breasts heaving voluptuously against his own chest, and then suddenly he had felt as though he couldn't wait any longer to explore the silken-haired treasure she had so long denied him. He searched for and finally found the elastic panty leg-band and gently pulled it over to one side to make room for his out-stretched middle finger. The first contact with the warm moist curls surrounding her palpitating cuntal mouth made his cum-laden testicles ache to the verge of exploding, and his desire-swollen penis jerk wildly inside his jockey shorts. Zeroing in with his rigid finger on the heated moistness building up between her thighs, he nudged his way slowly in between the hotly quivering outer lips of her cunt and began massaging the tiny erected button of her clitoris.
She had started groaning louder then into his mouth pressing moistly down over hers, and undulated her loins up into closer contact with his hand with an eager impatience that made him bolder and even more insistent. Slipping farther into the rising wetness of her now openly spread cunt, his fingertip located the virginal tightness of the entrance to her warmly seeping pussy and he held it poised there, lightly circling it around in the heated fluids, ready to push forward at the slightest indication from her that she wanted it as much as he did.
Anna had felt him urging her softly vibrating clitoris into still greater excitement, and with every conscience-wracking "no, no, no" inside her head she had thrust her hips forward on the couch to let her whole body tremble around the maddening hardness of his lewdly probing finger. She had never felt such tingling pressure in her fife as was then building up excitingly in her passion-drenched vagina, and instinctively she was aware that there was only one way to relieve that pressure, something she wanted so much it restricted her breathing.
Then she felt the first white-hot, tentative contact with the softly sensitive inner folds of her cunt, and more than anything else in the world she wanted him to enter her and erase the relentlessly increasing ache' she was feeling in the depths of her quivering young belly.
But he waited, almost driving her into a frenzy of need. And then, suddenly, his left hand which had been gently stroking from her neck on down to her squirming buttocks below slipped back around her trembling body. She could feel him fumbling between their tightly pressed bodies, and then there was the metallic sound of a zipper moving. Mary, mother of god, she thought, he's opening his fly! Never had she let him go this far with her and she was suddenly terrified of the consequences if she didn't bring things to a halt immediately.
She had gasped her astonishment up into Dino's mouth pressed hotly over hers, and her body had reflexively flinched forward stiffly when she had realized what he was doing. Taking this to mean his future wife was willing and ready for whatever he wanted to do to her, Dino had without preamble thrust forward with his middle finger, parting the moist slippery folds of her hair-fringed cunt as he buried it up inside her to the first knuckle.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned into his mouth at the sudden entry into her previously untried cuntal opening. She clenched her trembling thighs tightly around his hand, trapping it between them as she tried vainly to squirm back away from the obscenely invading finger. His mouth would not let hers away now that he was so close to getting the prize he sought, and with his free hand he gradually worked his aching cock free from the restricting shorts until it stood out rigidly distended and throbbing with desire in the warm air of the living room.
Anna's hand was pushing hard against his chest now as she tried to separate herself from his suddenly inhuman strength, and grasping it firmly in his own, he forced it inch by inch down toward his aching cock waiting below. Her blonde head flailing on the back of the couch under his unrelenting kiss suddenly tore itself free with a violent twisting motion and she straightened her neck to completely escape and make him stop.
Bending to the side in an attempt to keep away from his hotly burning lips searching once more for hers, pressing against her cheeks and tickling hotly at her ear, she opened her eyes wide and then she saw it.
His enormous cock! The erected member was protruding from the open fly of his trousers, a wild dark tangle of pubic hair surrounding its base. It was standing up toward her fascinated and horrified eyes like an obscene monument carved from hard rubbery flesh, a monument to pure animal lust. Dark swollen veins ribbed its circumference like pulsing serpents and its blood-swollen tip to stare up at her with glistening tears of seminal fluid in the corner of its tiny eye.
His lust-engorged cock had seemed to undulate menacingly like a cobra under her gaze as Dino continued forcing her hand closer and closer to the loose skin below the tightly stretched foreskin, and then she moved and with a sudden downward movement her fingers touched it.
Violent waves of ecstasy ran through Dino's body like currents of high voltage electricity at the first momentary contact with his hotly pulsing rod of flesh, and he dimly heard her gasp from the sudden heat emanating from his swollen hardness into the open palm of her hand.
He could feel her summoning all of her reserve strength in a final desperate struggle and he clasped his fingers around hers, jerking them up and down on his rigidly quivering shaft. At the same time he rammed his middle finger still embedded in her cunt on up to the second knuckle, feeling the soft inner walls of her tightly constricted vagina give way to his relentless pressure, and then the-flood dammed up for so long inside him broke loose.
The combined erotic effects of feeling her wetly throbbing pussy pulsing and clasping warmly around his finger and her own fingers pressed around his now sporadically jerking cock was too much for him to take. He groaned out loud and pressed her once again resisting hand all the way down into his exploding balls hidden beneath.
Anna had gradually broken the mesmerized feeling of shock and was pulling with all her remaining strength to free her hand, half rising from the cushion of the couch to escape his painfully impaling finger twirling frantically inside the narrow confines of her moist young cunt, and she watched with unbelieving eyes as his cock grew and then burst like a broken water main.
Time after time he thrust his erupting loins upward against her trapped hand as the white-hot cum began spurting lewdly up into the air from the huge bulbous head of his cock. To the inexperienced young virgin, it seemed as if it would keep pumping out the sticky white semen for an eternity, covering his shirt-front and both of their tangled hands with burning wetness, but then finally Dino seemed to collapse into moaning unconsciousness on the couch.
His hands had by now lost all their ability to hold her against her will, and she withdrew her hand from his rapidly deflating cock with a feeling of mingled curiosity and horror. She had never so much as seen a man's naked penis before that night, and never in her wildest imaginings had she thought his release would be such an earth-shattering experience for him. But she had thought she would never be able to forgive him for submitting her to such a lewd and obscene sinful experience as that had been.
The petite blonde had no more difficulty then in escaping the penetrating finger he had so lustfully shoved into her defenseless cunt, a slight wet sucking noise coming to her ears as she pulled away from it and stood up in front of the couch. The depraved picture he made as he lay in utter exhaustion alone on the couch with his limp, now useless penis hanging out of his open fly was almost too much for her to bear. She felt the tears begin welling up inside and with a deeply felt sob expressing her sense of total degradation at the hands of the man she had hoped someday to marry, she ran blindly upstairs to her bedroom.
Anna had cried openly in front of the mirror for a long time, seeing through blurred vision her tears of humiliation and shame streaming down into the corners of her mouth distorted by her self-pity and sorrow. Dino had whispered outside in a low, contrite voice for her to open it and let him placate and soothe her hurt feelings, but she had refused without even answering his pleas until finally afraid of waking her parents she heard him leave.
For the next week she had instructed her mother to tell him that she was not at home if he called which he did at least twice a day. Now sitting in the restaurant, as she saw Dino leave the lewd couple he had been speaking with, she recalled that it had been almost three weeks after, that incident before she finally relented and consented to see him again. In the meantime, she had rehashed the episode in her mind a hundred times, trying to sort out by herself what she should do.
Finally, she had decided that the sexual urges he felt so strongly were after all perfectly normal, even if he had once lost all his self control and coerced her into participating unwillingly in a sinful premarital act. She had had to admit to herself that no matter who she finally married, she would have to submit to him in ways she could not even bear to think of at that moment. And Dino, was, in every other important way, the most suitable man she had ever met.
Besides, she mused as Dino took the last few steps across the restaurant she loved him passionately, though she had not even begun to tap her own passionate nature. That horrible night in her parents' apartment when he had her to get his own satisfaction, she finally decided, she had learned of her own previously untapped hunger for a man. Anyway, after that, she concluded, he had always behaved as she wanted him to until they were finally married. Then he had taken his time and gently broken her into enjoying normal sex, only rarely trying to persuade her into doing something strange and obscene like the time he had tried to get her to put her mouth around his cock. But she had been firm with him about that and other things, and he had stopped his vain attempts altogether about six months ago.
As she watched her handsome husband smiling in her direction and then once again sitting down opposite her at the table, Anna had a passing fear that he might be somehow disappointed in her sexually, but quickly dismissed the thought, unable to admit the possibility that her Dino might not be able to do without odd and perverse varieties of sexual experience in bed.
Anna noticed with relief that the red-faced man had stopped ogling her since Dino had spoken with him.
"What did the creep say?" Anna asked indignantly.
"Uh ... he claims he thought he knew you ... that's Franco Santori the owner of the company I'm working for."
"Oh ... I see...." Anna said uncertainly, not at all happy that her husband was working for such an unsavory character. j "Come on, honey ... let's enjoy ourselves ... j drink up," he ordered in a falsely cheering voice as he lifted his glass and toasted her. Anna thought she saw a thin veil of worry pass over his darkly handsome features for a split second, but then he was jovial and light-hearted again, and she decided it had been her imagination.
* * *
The waiter brought them two glasses of sambucco with their coffee and lit the beans floating on the top and at the moment the coffee beans flamed the lights dimmed and a three-piece combo took their places on the new stage of the Tivoli restaurant. The jazz trio played for a few moments and Anna looked up when a scattered applause started from the diners.
It was the black woman who had been sitting with the horrid Santori man. Dino was almost as surprised as Anna when he looked up and saw Jojo on the stage. She seemed to really be taking on a new personality as the lights came up and she heard the applause. He saw that she was an attractive and voluptuous woman but the touch of hardness about her both attracted and repelled him at the same time.
Then, as if she sensed the young husband looking closely at her, the black singer looked directly toward him, a lewdly sensual smile playing over her lips, and lifting one shoulder almost to her chin in an enticing gesture, she openly gave him a slow, deliberate wink.
"God!" Anna muttered as the combo began playing. She stared at her husband's blushing face as if he were somehow to blame for the embarrassing giggles rippling around them. Then she decided it was all part of the entertainer's act, and she looked back at the woman now beginning to sing.
Jojo began singing a blues tune about a woman who was dying without her man and forced to look for loving with other men. Jojo almost breathed the song. She was slinking and writhing in an almost indecently suggestive fashion all around the tiny stage, her black face contorted into a sultry mask of frustrated desire. She finished the first verse of the song and then kept moving in a more and more seductive manner as the backup group Went on without her, running her hands down the widely flaring hips of the lemon colored satin gown. She took the microphone and pushed it between her breasts and then jutted her hips outward even more lewdly.
Then starting the second part of the song and moving to the spot nearest Anna and Dino, Jojo opened her eyes wide and looking directly at Dino began whispering, "you, you, you ... my man ... I miss his lovin'." Then she began repeating the word "lovin" over and over again, still looking into Dino's spellbound eyes, and swaying and writhing sensually in front of him for everyone to see.
Anne had never been so humiliated. How anyone could act so whorish in public was more than she would ever be able to comprehend. And worse! Dino was staring back at her as if he found her as mesmerizing as a dangerously weaving black snake.
At the end of the song, Jojo Sampson wrapped her arms around her ripely rounded brown breasts and shuddered as if suffering the throes of unfulfilled desire, and then the song was over, the audience applauding with relish as she bowed, revealing even more of her already nearly naked breasts.
"She's got a great voice, hasn't she?" Dino asked as he returned his attention to his drink. But Anna wasn't listening to him. She had happened to look in Franco Santori's direction near the end of the performance, and she was still stunned beyond belief by what he had done. Knowing that everyone else's attention would be riveted to the stage, he had fixed Anna with a malicious, sly grin and winked at her, at the same time licking his thick lips with such obviously lewd relish that she had been stunned. But then while continuing to lick his lips, he had moved his chair slightly so that she could see he was fondling his cock. The small blonde blushed to the roots of her hair. Never had she seen such a lurid display of sinfulness directed at her, and it made her feel cheap and sordid.
Despite all of Dino's protests about one more drink, Anna insisted after that that she wanted to leave for home immediately. She didn't explain, knowing it could only cause trouble again, and she resisted all attempts to change her mind, looking downcast at her plate until the check was brought and paid.
That night she did let Dino make love to her after they went to bed mostly because he was so passionately insistent. But all through the tender attentions he was paying to her reluctantly responding body, no matter how much she tried she could not get Santori's ugly, leering face out of her mind. It seemed to be etched into her brain and when she moaned out her orgasm it was that horrible obscene face which seemed to be hovering over her as she shuddered her completion beneath her husband.
CHAPTER THREE
"Jesus, Franco, greater-love hath no woman than to get up at this ungodly hour of the day." Jojo yawned. "You really must be hot to fuck that little blonde madonna of last night to get me up at 7:30 in the morning for Christ's sake."
"Hot to go, baby," he replied, turning toward the sleepy-eyed black woman and smiling at her as she lay on the sofa of his luxuriously appointed office. Actually Franco just used part of the suite for his many business activities and Jojo had a small apartment of her own off to the side in the completely restored brownstone. "Unless I miss my guess that little angel is just dying to be fucked but hasn't got the nerve to do anything on her own. Lots of Italian women are like that. They want someone else to take all the responsibility for them so when we get her tied up and start giving her the business, she's going to be begging for it."
"She's not the only one who's begging for it," Jojo reminded him sweetly.
Franco grinned and walked across the room to where the black woman was lying in her robe on the thick white fur bearskin covering the sofa. "Hey, come on, you don't go hungry around here," he grinned, dropping to his knees and then sitting beside the couch on the floor. "I love someone who knows every trick in the book, don't get me wrong, but you've got to admit it would be fabulous to turn that little blonde onto bondage."
"You're such a humanitarian, Franco. Always worried about everyone's happiness," Jojo said sarcastically with a lewdly seductive smile playing on her lips. Franco reached down the length of her long, slenderly tapered legs to the back of her knees and playfully brought his hand up under her robe, pushing the hem abruptly up the smooth coffee-colored backs of her thighs before she could resist.
"God, you're a beast," she cried in surprise, jumping forward as she tried to escape the playful fingers coursing their way up along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. "Cut it out, Franco," she giggled out of control, knocking the bloody Mary she had been consuming for breakfast into the air and spilling it across the plush carpet on the floor. "Cool it, Franco ... stop it, you're driving me crazeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Franco grinned as he leaned above her, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her down to the soft couch, continuing his obscene probing up between his black mistress's flailing legs and laughing aloud at the same time at her helpless squeals for mercy.
"You're just dying for it this morning, aren't you. No panties, hmmmmmmmm ... that cunt's just wide open and ready," he gloated loudly as her robe flew up, exposing the lushly rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
"Jesus yes ... Franco ... stop this ... you're making me go out of my mind." Jojo bucked and twisted beneath the hand holding her tightly to the floor, laughing uncontrollably from the playful tickling he was subjecting her to.
"Will you do anything I say?" he demanded playfully, continuing the of the dark soft flesh between her legs.
"Anything ... ANYTHING!"
"Help me introduce Anna Martelli to bondage?"
"Of course ... now ... stop it ... stop it right now!" Franco roared aloud again and released his hold on her wildly squirming body, withdrawing his hand from up under her robe. "You're fabulous, Jojo ... of course, you know there's something in there for you too."
"Of course, you sneaky bastard," his black mistress grinned up at him as she rolled over and smoothed her robe back over her exposed parts. "I knew you had ulterior motives the minute you called that poor guy over to the table last night ... you weren't worried about his job at all, were you?"
"It's not always necessary to lean on someone with actual muscle, baby. Sometimes an implied threat is sufficient. Anyway you're kind of interested in him aren't you?" Jojo Sampson suddenly sat upright on the couch, a new look of sensual interest mingled with something else spreading over her face. "Do you mean that I get to whip Dino into shape?" she asked, unable to control the rising excitement in her low voice.
"No pun intended, of course," Franco said dryly. Franco knew she would go along with anything he came up with and he wanted her to get started as soon as Dino Martelli showed up this morning. He finished fixing another Bloody Mary for her and carried it back to the couch were she was watching his cruel face eagerly.
Shit, there's just no one else like her, he was thinking as he looked at her sitting with her knees pulled up so that he could see the cocoa-colored, satiny backs of her full thighs and the little nappy triangle of black pubic hair peeping out at their tops. He ran his eyes on up to the voluptuously high-set breasts, almost fully exposed and pressing closely together, leaving room for only the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. As he looked into her liquidy brown eyes and handed her the drink he had prepared, he could see the smoky film starting to glaze her eyes from the lewd desire she was beginning to feel.
The blues singer was enough for more than one man to take care of, and if he hadn't been such a lecherous bastard, he would have just kept her for himself but he knew that she wouldn't stand for that either. Jojo had a dominant streak in her too and she loved to get fresh talent into her stable.
Jojo took the drink from his fingers, and seeing his eyes descend again to her nakedly exposed thighs beneath, she rocked backward on her enticingly rounded buttocks and slowly spread her thighs slightly apart. Between her spreading legs she knew he could see clearly through the soft kinky pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, now moistening as she saw the rising mound in his trousers.
Languidly, she reached forward with her free hand and pressed it around the lewdly bulging thickness of his upstanding penis inside his pants. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing it up and down through the material and then slipping her hand to his balls beneath, cradling through his trousers their heavy softness in her palm. Franco groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his aching testicles and penis.
He was determined to let her tease herself and him all she wanted right now, but he wanted to save her fully aroused cunt for the plan he had formed already in his mind.
"What do you think the plan of action is going to be?" he suddenly demanded through tightly clenched teeth. "I suppose you want me to get the little innocent's husband in the sack and then use that to get to her. That it, Frankie boy?" she cooed, at the same time nimble unzipping his fly as he stood in front of her without moving.
The big Italian moaned softly as he felt her fingers reach inside and pull out the hotly pulsating thickness of his penis, and he put his hand over hers and pushed it hard down around it to its thick base. He could see her face close to his lust-distended hardness below as she turned sideways to sip at her drink with a distended pout of her sensual lips. He knew she liked to suck cocks, and abruptly decided to let her do it, then leave her excited enough that she would be ready for anything by the time Dino Martelli arrived.
"Oh, do it to me, baby," he groaned as she once more moved her hand back up the entire throbbing length of his penis, slipping it maddeningly up and down over the blood-filled .rod of flesh and teasing lightly with her thumbnail at the uncircumcised foreskin.
"I can't wait to show him who's boss," she crooned leaning forward toward him until he could feel her breath heatedly caressing the sensitive tip of his hardness, warming the glistening seminal fluid now seeping from the glans at the end.
He knew he had to finish telling her his plan before he lost control and blew it entirely. The black beauty took another long sip of her drink and then set it down on the floor by the arm of the couch, moving her head forward at the same time so that he could feel the warm air from her flaring nostrils streaming over the bulbous head of his cock reaching yearningly up toward the ceiling. Her painted talon-like fingernails scratched lightly over the loose skin the full length of his aching cock before slipping inside his shorts and freeing his heavily swollen testicles to her view. He groaned aloud as she thrust out the tip of her tongue and swirled it once around the hard rubbery cock-head, sending wild electric waves of lust coursing madly through the nerve endings of his body.
"Fantastico ... favoloso, tesoro," he groaned ecstatically. Santori swallowed deeply and tried to go on with his instructions to his black mistress. "When Martelli gets here, tell him I've been delayed and invite him into your private apartment."
She was stroking his thickly pounding hardness now first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time. "Get him on the bed and show him who's boss ... oooooohhhhhhhh!" he moaned and thrust his loins forward as the warm moistness of her openly parted lips came down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.
"And ... while he's fucking it to you ... aaaaaaahhhhhh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her kinky black hair to guide the rhythm of her lewdly bobbing head below. He pulled the hair back off the sides of her face to watch her contorted face sucking lustfully at his penis glistening wetly from her saliva. The lewd vision of his lust-bloated rod of flesh disappearing up between her wetly clinging lips was bringing him closer and closer to the approaching explosion in his cum-laden testicles.
"And then...?" she mumbled around his thickly plunging cock at the same time increasing the rapid twirling of her tongue around his blood-inflated cockhead. "I'll have the videotapes running and I'll tell him if he won't voluntarily give me his wife that I'll have him thrown in the East River ... but if he plays ball, hell be able to keep his job and get some extra benefits ... oh Jesus Christ ... suck me off ... suck my cock raw," he shouted beginning to loose complete control.
He glanced over at the full length mirror on the wall by the end of the couch to get a good profile of his black mistress's face as his still hardening shaft began to stroke rhythmically in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth. The very image caused his loins to tense and jerk harder up into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full lust stiffened length of it all the way down her dusky throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed reddened and glistening still protruding from between her maddeningly sucking lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve tingling lick on the outstroke was making the bulging head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched hypnotized in the mirror, watching the tender pink flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the burgeoning shaft of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her robe had slipped away from her breasts and the chocolate milk mounds now danced voluptuously below her sliding mouth, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror, and her nakedly revealed hips and buttocks ground down into the bearskin in her own swiftly rising passion.
"Suck me ... suck me all out," he hissed, throwing back his head and staring hungrily into the mirror, pretending for the moment it was Dino Martelli's blonde wife, Anna whose lips were clasping unrelentingly around his pulsating hardness. Christ, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep into her throat. By Jesus, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot white sperm all the way down her throat and into that little white belly of hers until she burst.
"Faster, baby, faster," he growled as Jojo slaved below, the excitedly heaving flesh of her breasts and belly beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of perspiration forming over her dark skin. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His cock felt like it was filled with hot boiling lead and was ready to pop like an inflating balloon from the pressure growing in his cum swollen balls.
He shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his desperate quest for the final end of this torture that was building, building, building until all at once he felt the thin hot stream begin deep in the lust-bloated cavern of his balls and race steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire.
His expanded cock began a suddenly insane staccato jerking that flooded without warning into his black mistress's wildly sucking mouth with gush after gush of the white-hot semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each rapid-fire spurt until she had to swallow to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his thrusting loins.
"Don't stop now, suck it all up ... keep on sucking!" he gasped, his hands tangling tighter in her hair as he convulsively rammed his exploding shaft farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking crazily at the palpitating cock shooting his full load of cum deep, deep into the recesses of her warm mouth.
With one last soul-shattering moan, he emptied the final drop of his sperm between her clinging lips but she went on gently nibbling him anyway. Bit by bit, he felt his satiated penis deflating in her soft wet mouth and he released the stranglehold he had had on the voluptuous singer's hair. Franco Santori dropped his arms to his sides and leaned his knees forward until they rested on either side of her on the edge of the couch, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips.
Jojo bent forward even more to retain her contact with his now limp, useless penis, sucking suggestively at the softened flesh, attempting to make it harden again so she could take it into her now fully inflamed and hungry cunt below.
With one hand she cradled his slowly shrinking balls and kneaded them gently in her fingers, while with the other she felt down between her excitedly trembling thighs and found the moistly seeping opening of her vagina. Slipping her extended middle finger into the narrow cuntal slit she flicked it up on over her painfully throbbing clitoris, making it surge into even greater hardness. Sucking the Mafia boss's cock had heated her flowering pussy to the point where she had to be fucked, and fucked immediately, or she felt as though she would die.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! The guard's phone from downstairs was buzzing and on hearing it Santori withdrew his newly responding and expanding shaft of flesh from between her lips with a soft popping noise when the suction was broken. "You fucker!" she screamed at him in fury as he crossed the room away from her, zipping up his fly as he did so. "You planned it so I'd be dying for it. Jesus, it I don't get a cock in my cunt soon, I'll go completely crazy," she groaned burying her fingers obscenely up between the widening lips of her cunt and pumping her frustrated loins back and forth on the couch below. "Don't leave me like this. Fuck me, for Christ's sake!"
"You'll get yours, angel," he grinned at her as he reached for the button on the desk phone. "Take your frustrations out on my nosy new employee. But cool it long enough for me to get the videotape going," he laughed.
Jojo continued massaging her inflamed clitoris as Franco Santori spoke into the phone, telling the guard to wait a few minutes before putting Martelli in the elevator. She was thinking of the night before at the Tivoli restaurant and suddenly felt a stronger aching sensation deep up inside her belly as she pictured Dino Martelli becoming her slave. She clamped her upper thighs tightly around her hand still burrowing hotly into her passion drenched cunt and groaned in anticipation, her eyes clouding over with the desire wracking her voluptuous body.
The black singer was going to show Dino things that little blonde mouse of a wife of his had never even heard of as soon as she got his pants down.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dino was very fidgety as he waited downstairs for the guard to summon the elevator up to Santori's suite. He had a bit of a hangover and his mind drifted to his wife. If he knew about him being summoned here today she would be terrified. Indeed, the word "Mafia" terrified almost every resident of Little Italy. Dino was willing to be that that was how the owner of the Tivoli had had his restaurant remodeled ... with Mafia money. Franco and his pals probably wanted a convenient place to go to in the neighborhood but something a little classier than the old Tivoli.
He remembered the way Santori had stared at his wife almost drooling and he felt lucky to have Anna. He had been faithful to his wife up until this time even though sometimes he wondered why. Anna loved him very much, he was positive. But she was so damned prudish in bed. Just once he wished she would get carried away in their lovemaking and do something wild and imaginative, like sucking his cock or letting him eat her cunt.
The handsome husband had been sure when they were going together before they were married that she had a latent hot streak of lust in her which would come out as soon as she was used to him, but now after three years she still resisted any innovations in bed as though he were coarse and perverse for even suggesting them. God, last night he had practically had to force her to let him fuck her, and then she just lay there practically as if she were asleep without responding or getting excited by anything he did, and that had taken all the pleasure out of it for him. If only something would wake her up to her needs.
"Okay man, you can go up now," the burly guard announced holding the door open for him. "The elevator only makes one stop ... knock on the yellow door when you reach the top."
Dino knocked as he was told and voice bade him enter. He opened the door and tried to get his eyes to accustom to the dim light. The huge room with the white furniture and white bearskins strewn about seemed to be vacant. The huge marble-topped desk was bare and he thought someone was playing some trick on him.
"Mr. Santori ... Franco?" he breathed, and then he noticed an almost imperceptible smell of heavy perfume in the air and heard a tiny noise from somewhere off to his right. Turning his head, he saw the long deep-seated couch and abruptly became aware of a small patch of skin the color of brown sugar catching the pale light filtering in through the floor length drapes.
"Franco had to take care of some business," a husky feminine voice informed him. "It's cool, he told me to keep you company while he was away," the voice reassured him.
"Oooohhh ... all right," Dino stammered in his confusion, straining his eyes to see the woman's face in the darkness.
"Come over here so we can see each other," her voice purred to him. He took a few cautious strides toward and sofa and then he saw her. It was the blues singer who had been with Franco Santori at the Tivoli, stretched out on a thick white bearskin draped over the high-backed couch. Her feet were bare and he could see her brown skin and calves under the long black robe. At the top of the robe he could make out the billowing contours where her ripely swelling breasts began and her long slender neck like a column of black marble supporting her oval face surrounded by the kinky black hair with the blonde streaks at the front. She was smiling in his direction as he approached and he smiled a weak smile in return.
"Call me Jojo, and I'll call you Dino," she cooed. The black woman reached for a glass he hadn't noticed was there, and he wondered for a moment if she could be drunk, the way she was using such a seductive tone in speaking to him. He could see her face quite clearly now, and her eyes seemed to be examining him carefully over the rim of the glass as she took a long drink.
"How about a breakfast drink?" she asked.
"No, thanks, it's too early for me," he said glancing at his watch for confirmation. "Anyway I don't want Mr. Santori to catch me in his office with a drink," he said lamely, wanting a drink more than he had ever wanted anything in his life, his mouth was suddenly so dry and parched.
"Oh come one. You're a big boy now. A big boy like you should be able to hold a drink and still do his job." With a long swinging motion of her shapely dark legs that revealed to his eyes an enticing stretch of naked thigh, she got up from the couch and brushed past him, smiling up into his face suggestively.
Dino couldn't help noticing that she had nothing on under the robe, catching a fleeting glimpse of her full out thrust breasts separated by a shadowy narrow crevice, her tiny nipples standing erectly out under the loose garment. He felt a pang of warmth spreading through his loins as he noticed the heady mixture of her perfume and an exciting indefinable feminine odor that sent his brain reeling with almost uncontrollable desire.
This is insanity, he was thinking. I shouldn't even be looking at one of Santori's women. He would deal with me like he would with a fly and there would be nothing I could do about it.
"Cognac?" her voice came to his ears. He quickly decided that it was all his imagination, that this black mistress of the supposed Mafia boss couldn't possible be interested in him, and the best thing for him to do would be to ingratiate himself with her and try to avoid any further problems with Franco Santori.
"Okay," he answered, trying to feel at ease, as if he had cognac every morning for breakfast.
She poured a large amount of the amber colored liquid into a snifter and then moved toward a door on the far side of the desk.
"Bring my drink, will you?" she said nonchalantly. "It's a bit more comfortable in here." Hoping he was doing the right thing, he followed the exotic black woman as she opened the door and entered the room.
His mouth dropped out as he glanced around. The room was decorated entirely in black. The sofa and arm chairs were black leather and the only thing that broke the dark exterior was a deep wall to wall fur rug of white shag on the floor.
"You like?" she asked, as she closed the door behind her and to his surprise, turned the key in the lock. "This is my apartment and no one can come in without an invitation ... not even Franco."
He watched with wide-eyed apprehension and nervousness as she walked barefoot through the ankle-deep rug toward him, swinging her widely flaring hips insinuatingly from side to side as her legs scissored back and forth. When she was close enough, she raised her arm handing him his drink, her action causing her robe to spread open wider so that one taut, smooth-skinned breast was exposed to his view as far as the dark circle of the areole surrounding her nipple. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the luscious sight, hypnotized in spite of his effort at willpower to shift his gaze somewhere else. He could feel his heart beating wildly, pounding in his temples, and then finally by an almost superhuman effort he lifted his eyes to her face.
She looked like a black cat, smiling a lewd seductive grin, almost daring him to reach out and touch her sensual body, her arm still. extended and holding his cognac. "Interested?" she cooed up at him, undulating her belly in his direction like an exotic dancer from a desert sheik's harem.
"Uhhhh ... yes," Dino stammered, reaching with trembling fingers for the glass she was holding and lifting it hurriedly to his lips. He gulped his drink as though it were water. It seemed to calm him down almost immediately, even though he could still feel the throbbing insistence in his inflamed loins, and without hesitating he drank another huge mouthful.
"I mean, are you interested in me? Do you like me?" she repeated when he finally lowered the brandy snifter. Her eyes seemed all of a sudden to be smoky with desire as she looked at him, and her pink tongue passed moistly over her sensually smiling lips.
"How could anyone not like you?" he answered in a husky voice. The cognac coursing through his system seemed to be having a sudden wild effect on his body, his nerve endings jangling all over as if he had somehow become as sensitive in his skin as the tip end of his now impatiently burgeoning cock.
He saw her eyelids droop almost closed as she glanced down at the obvious bulge in his trousers. She shuddered then before him, pressing her voluptuously vibrant breasts together with her upper arms as if excited by a passion so strong she could barely control it. This can't be happening, he shouted inside him mind, wanting more than anything else to throw her back onto the thick carpet and make love to her like the primitive savage she seemed like.
"I'm so glad you like me," she whispered in a hot sultry voice. "Give me my drink and wait here a minute." The touch of her hand on his was like a shock of electricity, and then she disappeared through a door into the next room, not bothering to close it behind her. He heard some strange clanking noises and then her words came through the wild rushing sound in his ears.
"Come on in, stud," she invited. Filled with mingled fear and anticipation, the bewildered young husband stepped hesitantly into the room Jojo had entered. His heart pounded loudly and then almost stopped. It was her bedroom, decorated all in black like the living room right down to the black velvet bedspread but it was not the bed that shocked him but the rest of the furnishings. Standing beside the bed was a vertical rack that looked like some torture tool from the Middle Ages and on the walls were hanging whips and handcuffs, chains and various other bits of strange paraphernalia that stunned the young Italian! But it was Jojo herself who really stopped him in his tracks! "How do I look?" the brazen black woman smiled at him, rolling her body in a lewd rocking motion on the bed. She was wearing some kind of studded black leather bikini with high black boots only the bikini covered almost nothing. Rings were cut out at the nipples for the large chocolate buttons to poke through enticingly and the bottom was really only a tiny piece of leather covered with silver metal studs that left her cunt open and slid erotically between the crack in her ass-cheekA..
Dino Martelli was too surprised and too nervous to speak.
"Don't be shy, lover, there's only the two of us," she assured him with a slight teasing curl of her lip. He looked down at the glass he was still carrying, embarrassed, and drained it to the bottom for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to be giving him. It was odd, but with each further sip the fears he had been feeling seemed to be slipping further and further away. A strange confidence he had never before possessed was seeping magically through his blood.
His thoughts returned abruptly to Santori's mistress on the black velvet bed. She was writhing slowly, letting him fully absorb the effect she knew her bondage outfit would be having on him, and making small, mewling moans from deep in her throat. She began to run her hands up and down the voluptuous curves of her chocolate milk body and into secret indentations and hollows, her eyes closed in ecstasy as though she were alone in the room and he was a Peeping Tom. The lewd thought somehow made her performance more appealing.
The confused husband felt another rigid jerk under his pants, his cock hardening still more this time as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her two hands down under her hidden loins, the twin brown mounds of her ass-cheeks with the leather strip between them firmly clenching and unclenching as she ground and twisted on the bed. She turned her face sideways on the jet-black coverlet and looked at him with desire-hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, her moist sensual lips parting slightly to form the words.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, like tortured animal in heat.
Hearing the lewd words, Dino's fear and panic of the Mafia boss flooded back into his confused mind once more like a tidal wave that threatened to sweep him away. "Jojo ... I can't do it!" he stammered, knowing at the same time that it was what he wanted at the moment more than he had ever wanted anything before in his life. The erection in his pants had now risen almost to its full height. The tightly restricting material of his shorts hurt him and he surreptitiously pushed down, allowing it to slip out one legband into the greater looseness of his trousers.
"Dino!" she hissed in a compelling tone. "Come here." Without warning she was sitting up on the bed, a wide-eyed, mesmerizing expression on her face now puffed and clouded by the strength of her self-aroused passion.
He jumped slightly from the unexpected note of menace in her voice and afraid of what she might do if he did not try to keep her from becoming angry with him, he set down his empty glass and walked to the edge of the bed.
Jojo lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at his crotch, grinning again almost to herself. "You do like me," she said. "I can see it."
"I'd be crazy if I didn't," he blurted. "Thank you, Dino. Now I'm going to give you an unexpected treat" and she smiled at him and quick as a wink before he could do anything about it she snapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists and while he reeled from this unexpected turn of events she snapped a pair around his ankles.
"What the hell? What's this...?" he roared in shock.
"Just relax and look at me." She knelt down on her knees and then sat back on her heels, her hands resting on the bed behind her. Dino glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her cunt clearly visible up between her slightly parted thighs not obscured by the leather thongs. He did not avert his eyes and an excited little smile crossed over his face as she opened them a little wider to give him a better view. He could see that she was excited, if he hadn't been able to tell before. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture were faintly visible rising between her chocolate mousse thighs, glistening in the tight narrow cuntal slit as she slowly exposed herself to him.
The handcuffs didn't hurt and in his strange captive position he let his eyes wander on up the concave tautness of her belly to the full firmly set breasts above, the dark little nodules of her nipples standing out toward him as if inviting him to cover them with his mouth and nip at them with his teeth. He gritted his teeth together in a vain effort to ignore the throbbing hotness threatening to burst out of his slacks, and his eyes moved on up to her full-lipped mouth that had a damp sparkle, her tongue-tip barely visible as it passed from one corner of her lewdly inviting smile to the other.
Christ, he wanted to fuck her but what was she intending to do with these handcuffs on him? And further he didn't really want to fuck any woman that was involved with Franco Santori. He had heard of some of the terrible things that happened to men that somehow incurred the wrath of one of the Mafia bosses.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered. "Tell me the truth."
"Jesus Christ, I want to," the manacled young husband said, "but what about these...." he rattled the cuffs...." and what about Franco ... "
"Never mind those ... and forget Franco ... I'm in charge here and you're at my mercy," she snarled in suddenly flaring anger. Then her face took on an expression of surprised realization as she pretended for the first time to understand what Dino was doing at Santori's office. Theatrically, she knitted her brow as if worried about the young husband.
"You're up shit creek with Franco, aren't you?" she asked in false concern. "That's why you're so scared," she added, pouting as if a new truth had enlightened her. "I'm sorry," Dino spoke unhappily. He was at the same time relieved that she now understood and disappointed that the supremely luscious body could not be his to do with as he wanted.
Her eyes looked thoughtful for a moment, and she seemed to be measuring the length of the bulging cock in his trousers against the consequences of what she was thinking about. Finally she appeared to come to a decision.
She sat forward and reached toward a handcuffed Dino with her hand and hooking her fingers in his belt pulled him nearer to the bed. "I think I can help you," she said huskily ... Without warning she reached up, curled her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. He was so surprised by her words and actions that he did not resist, allowing her to press her lips tightly up against his. They were amazingly soft and supple as her tongue insinuated itself moistly between his own parted lips, and he thrust his tongue out to meet hers, shoving it back deep into her throat.
She was sucking gently on his tongue, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills of excitement running the length of his spine. She had gradually risen up onto her knees still wearing the bizarre black studded leather outfit and her body was molded against his as though it belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his lust-aroused rigidity as he ground his lips harshly down onto hers, bringing his throbbing cock to a painful hardness.
He could feel her heated breath coming rapidly on his cheek as he felt her resilient flesh massaging against his moistening penis where the seminal fluid was seeping from the blunt head into the material of his trousers, and he fought to control the sensations of helpless panic rushing through his mind. The fact that he was handcuffed and completely at the black woman's whim made him even more aroused.
He had to have her, and he also knew he had to get away from her before Franco Santori showed up. It was an impossible situation. He thought his head was going to explode and his cock was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure from the tension building up in his pounding testicles below.
Finally the masterful black woman reluctantly let her lips slide wetly away from his and make a warm moist trail of kisses across his cheek as she moved her mouth closer to his ear.
"I can get Franco to do anything I want," she whispered into his ear, her breath there sending tingles of lust-inciting pleasure through his pulsing veins. "I can make most men do what I want!"
"I'm sure you can, especially when they're handcuffed," Dino gasped into her fine tendrils of kinky soft hair as he rested his cheek against hers, vainly trying to stop the steady trembling sensations deep in his stomach.
"You fuck me like I tell you, and I'll get him off your back," she promised. She was running her fingers teasingly over his heaving chest and belly between them and around to his back where his hands were still handcuffed behind his back. She felt him stiffen against her in fear and hesitation and she abruptly pulled away from him and stared at him with a hard glitter in her eyes.
"I have ways of making you," she muttered in a sadistic attempt to intimidate him further. Dino felt his mind racing blindly for a way out of his impossible situation. He had never had a way take control like this before and reduce him to this. He hated to admit it but he loved this feeling of domination this exotic black woman had over him. He could still feel the impression of her tiny pointed nipples against the skin of his chest and his body was suddenly cold where she had been until now pressing into contact with his eagerly responding body, causing even more confusion in his thoughts.
The young husband stood before his captor, swaying slightly as his ankles were still in the cuffs, trying to make up his mind, unconsciously taking in the delicious feast her body was brazenly offering to him, his eyes feeling clouded as though they, and not his balls, were filling up with his steaming load of sperm.
The sadistic black bitch was leaving him no choice and anything he did now was immaterial. His mouth twitched downward at the corners as he felt the overwhelming desire to retaliate for putting him into this horrible compromising situation.
She sensed his decision to submit to her wishes and spoke, deciding to make sure he knew who was boss.
"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded.
"Yes, I want to," he hissed down at her, hating her for forcing him to give in.
"That's not good enough," she insisted and suddenly he felt the sting of a whip on his backside and she began striking him with the long black bullwhip.
Terrified he responded, "I want to fuck you ... I'm dying to fuck you," he roared as the whip came down on his back again.
"How?" she groaned, throwing herself onto the bed and dropping the whip. She spread her legs far apart as she writhed and moaned before him.
"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," the by now almost crazed Dino heard his voice say as though he was listening to someone else.
"Are you going to be a good boy now? Can Jojo take the cuffs off now? Or do you want a little more with the whip?"
"No ... please...." he moaned. "I want you ... I want my cock in your cunt ... get these things off so I can touch you ... "
"Okay ... okay," she moaned exhilarated by her complete mastery of this young handsome husband. She reached into the black leather harness she wore on her breasts and extracted a small key. Quickly she bent over and unlocked his ankle manacles and then went behind his back to release his hands. "Now get your clothes off and let's see what you can do, stud!" she ordered.
Desperately, the trapped young husband began stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood over the bed where she was by now lying watching his fully swollen cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. She looked over at him standing above her, her eyes riveted on the spasmodically jerking penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a moment and then said, "I love it. It's going to feel good ramming into my cunt. Get over here and stuff my cunt full of cock. Fuck me you lousy bastard ... hurry!"
Almost out of his mind from the erotic whipping she had delivered on his stunned buttocks and back and by the bizarre circumstances of being completely under a woman's domination he suddenly began asserting himself once again. He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body quivered under his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully aroused body into contact with his own.
He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them in his fingers. They were beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him and she raised her face up to his, locking her mouth wetly over his again as her hand searched down between their tightly pressed bellies for the swollen hardness of his penis. He gasped out loud into her softly sucking mouth as the coolness of her fingers closed firmly around his lust-engorged shaft. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back and she crushed the full writhing length of her body against his and ground her pelvis in small circles tightly into his, then suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her long black legs wide to take him between them.
In the outer room, Franco Santori sat in front of the videotape monitor with a triumphant grin on his ugly face. He had started filming his mistress and Dino Martelli as soon as the young husband had entered the bedroom to find Jojo in her black leather outfit. That guy could be an asset to our organization, Sears thought. He must have nerves of steel to hold off as long as he has from fucking Jojo. But Santori almost chuckled to himself at the realization that once he found himself under her complete domination he just got more and more aroused until he had been a lust machine.
The Mafia boss felt a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming him as he studied the black woman's face in the monitor "and saw the unmistakable signs of desire he knew so well. He knew she was not putting on an act. Jojo just loved to fuck and that was that. He focused the camera a little closer to catch Dino's facial expressions. He didn't want to miss any of this.
He had big plans for this little show. It was going to get him Dino's beautiful innocent wife, and he would screw into her cunt just like this bastard was getting ready to fuck the shit out of Jojo. He leaned back with lewd anticipation at the thought of those long slim legs of the almost angelic looking Anna Martelli wrapped tightly around him as he shoved his cock up into her and fucked her into submission.
The cruel man could feel his penis hardening at the thought as he turned his attention back to the two bodies struggling nakedly together on the screen in front of him. Small droplets of perspiration began to form on his brow from the excitement he always felt when he watched another man fucking a big breasted cunt. I wonder how he likes the taste of my cum I shot into her mouth earlier, he chuckled obscenely to himself. "Christ, you feel good to me," Jojo whispered into Dino's ear shoving the smooth flatness of her belly close up against him. Her fingernails trailed hotly across his back, leaving smaller welts along with the larger ones her erotically stimulating whip marks left behind. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and pulling her open loins up tighter against him.
He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his lust-engorged cock along the heated wetness of her widespread cuntal split, sensing it growing wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Her trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his throbbing loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on both sides of his body, her calves locking tightly against the back of his thighs, pulling him harder into her.
"Fuck me now! I can't wait any longer! Shove your cock as far as you can into my cunt!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched shut, her pelvis grinding erotically. He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands which had been running searchingly over his body came suddenly down between the tender lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Dino groaned as he felt her grasp his massively swollen cock, move it maddeningly up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled tip. The nappy curls of cuntal hair grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into an even greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove it with flesh-splitting fury into the eagerly awaiting mouth of her juicy cunt.
"You're enormous," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over the blunt sensitive tip. "Work it in slow," she grunted as it entered with a slight popping noise, almost as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time. He didn't intend for her to get off easy now that she had gotten him into this, and ignoring her pleadings, he shoved forward again.
His long, thick cock raced determinedly up her cunt to the full depths of her nakedly trembling belly, warm and tight at first, aching the full length of his rigid shaft and then gradually easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage smoothed the way. She would soon be able to take whatever punishment he could offer her and he pulled the still tightly fitting cock all the way back out until only the huge bulbous head was left inside, then rammed his hips forward again with all of his strength.
He could feel the clasping inner walls of her pussy resisting him all the way in and with a brutal thumping sound he struck bottom, the tip-end of his lust-driven cock punching up against the cushiony surface of her womb accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls beneath slapping into her eagerly upturned buttocks.
"Uuunnnggg!" she grunted from the unexpectedly hard impact, and then she was screaming a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the penetrating battering ram. But he only thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her nakedly writhing loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered on his rod of flesh like a spitted animal, and he gloated to himself, proud that he was able to retaliate for her own sadistic behavior. He had gained the upper hand.
Dino reveled for a moment in his power over another man's woman impaled so lewdly beneath him, and then he flexed his cock-head deep inside her again bringing another low moan of mixed pleasure-pain from between her clenched teeth.
What a pair of fuckers, Franco Santori mused from his seat in front of his video tape monitor as he watched the fleshy hardness of the younger man's cock disappear to the hilt between his black mistress's widespread thighs. He wondered with a cruel smile on his face what Dino Martelli was going to look like when he saw his own young wife being fucked within an inch of her life by some guy she didn't even know, namely Franco himself.
Dino ground his pelvis adulterously into the squirming female flesh beneath him as the lust-driven black woman strained back under him, arching her loins up at him now, lifting both their bodies a few inches off the velvet-covered bed from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his relentlessly pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of abandonment. Her mouth gaped wide open, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again making her kinky hair look like an electric black halo around her face.
"Oh, Jesus ... yessss ... fuck me harder ... make me scream ... fill me with cock ... yes ... harder ... hurt me ... oh fuck it ... aaahhh ... aaahhhhhh!" Enjoying the effects of his wild intercourse, Dino reached back under and between her wantonly jerking buttocks as he continued driving his cock rhythmically into the steaming, wetness of her pussy. He stretched the narrow crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
Suddenly he found it. A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the wide-spread separation from where he could feel his lust-hardened rod of flesh sawing up into her. It moistened the tightly puckered little mouth, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring yielded completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the painful invasion of her asshole.
"It hurts ... Jesus it hurts so good!" she screamed. Happy to hear her words indicating he had found a way to punish her wildly writhing body, he thrust again, sinking his finger in to the second knuckle.
"Yes ... yes ... hurt me ... hurt me...!" she ordered. He felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his probing middle finger until it was sunk into her tightly constricted anus to the palm of his hand, his other fingers and thumb splayed out over the flaccid softness of her ass-cheeks as he pinched and kneaded it in ceaseless torture. He jiggled his middle finger deep inside her, lewdly rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her asshole.
He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she continued to groan beneath him, opening her legs wide out over the huge bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Dino could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her warm wet cunt until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pressure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her flattened buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped. She had to cum soon, and he had to hold his own nearing orgasm back until then. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger to excite her more.
He could tell she was nearing completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, frantically opening and closing them around him like a vise in time to his demonic thrusts into her soft moist cunt. She gurgled passionately beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew it was about to happen now and he continued his merciless thrusting.
"Hard ... oh, fuck ... harder ... fuck me ... fuck meeeee!" she screamed, yelling obscenities which stirred his own lust to greater and greater heights, and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard onto her breasts and offering him the full opening of her obscenely upraised pussy and asshole. Her eyes rolled out of control in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion getting so near.
"Oh, Christ ... oh Jesus ... it's here ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... my cunt's flooding!" she yelled suddenly, her mouth gaping Wide in ecstatic abandon. She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible sounds whose meanings was known to no one. She pulled back her thighs tighter against her flattened breasts until the whole of her stretching pink vaginal slit was presented up to him and he battered in still harder. Then she backed her dark ankles over his shoulders, her loins squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Fuck! Look at that! Franco Santori in the other room grinned in lewd excitement as he watched the black singer racing for the final climax under the wildly fucking body of his employee Dino Martelli.
A low primitive scream suddenly pierced through the sounds of the thumping mattress and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up on his madly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked and twisted spasmodically against the white man's naked loins.
"You're a fabulous fuck, Dino," she mumbled up at him. "You can ride me anytime."
"It's not over yet," Dino gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.
"You're not ready, yet," she asked astonished that he'd held back for so long.
"Almost there," he breathed.
"Roll over," she ordered him. "I'm going to give, you a little treat for being a good boy for Jojo." He pulled his finger back out of her asshole, at the same time sliding his aching hardness out of the soft wet warmth of her cunt. He hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting his cum into her belly, but Jojo's word was law. He was going to pull the ballgame back into her capable hands. Whatever treat she promised was sure to be one he would remember!
CHAPTER FIVE
Anna was furious. As a surprise she had prepared a special dinner and now Dino had called to say that he was going to work late on a new shipment down at the warehouse. For the last few days, her husband had been calling home with excuses and the innocent young wife was very suspicious. Anna was almost certain that Dino was seeing some other woman. She was almost beside herself with fright at the thought of losing her husband but as much as she loved him she was not about to start giving in to his sexual demands which she felt excessive.
Suddenly the doorbell gave two short bursts and the young wife ran to the door knowing it was her husband's signal. He must have had a change of heart. Oh, she would make it all up to him.
"Who ... what...." she started to say when the door was part way open. Then through her blurred vision she saw the faces of two strange men standing in the doorway. Before she had a chance to slam the door the one closest to her reached for and grabbed her mouth, cutting off her first scream of terror that had been choked off by fear somewhere deep in her throat. Her brown eyes were wide with fright and her mouth under his digging fingers twisted in a mask of soundless horror.
"Quick, get her inside," growled the second man, shoving with his full weight against the struggling pair. They were inside with the door closed behind them and Anna could see a thick muscular arm circling around her, the harsh calloused hand pressing into her cheeks and over her mouth until her lips arched back against her tightly clenched teeth. The only sound for a few moments was the heavy breathing they were making as they held her crushed between them and her own low moans.
Where is my husband? she moaned silently inside her mind. The bitter thought that he was probably at this very moment on his way to meet another woman poured like acid through her brain, mingling with the horrible realization that these men holding her captive in her own home were probably going to rape her.
"All right, Gino," the man who had been pressing his body into hers in front said. His voice was cold and flat to her ears, and as he reached into his inside coat pocket she saw that he had a long ugly scar that ran from his cheek to his forehead. His eyes were expressionless and when he seemed to notice her revulsion at his appearance he snarled: "Unless you want a matching scar, blondie, you'll keep quiet."
"Come on, Sal we don't have all night." She felt the fingers of his hand holding her around the waist crawl up over her rib cage and begin painfully digging into one of her breasts. "If we want a little fun before we take her to the boss, we got to get moving," he added hoarsely.
Anna winced from the effect of his mercilessly pinching fingers on her breast and she felt as though her heart were shrinking in size from fear and shame as his loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks, his hardening penis rubbing into the soft crevice between them.
The one called Sal took a leather strap from his pocket and tied her hands. "We'll just get her prepared for Franco," he snickered. "Okay let's get down to it. It's not often we have one this hot looking," Gino said anxiously plunking himself down on the couch and unzipping his fly. He reached inside his pants and fumbled obscenely with his restricting jockey shorts.
"You don't have to prompt me," hissed Sal, already freeing his own stiffening cock into the air, scooping down below to let his rapidly swelling balls beneath hang outside his pants. Gino's lust-thickened penis was now fully exposed before the terrified young wife's eyes as she sat on the couch trembling at the size of the pulsing cock. She watched paralyzed as he wrapped his powerful fist around it and slipped the loose outer skin slowly up and down as he walked closer to her.
"Well, here's your dinner, blondie," he roared coarsely.
Anna quivered on the sofa, too frightened to move. She watched in terrified fascination as he took a seat beside her. "Now get down between my legs, baby, and let's see how hungry you are for a cock sandwich." He grinned lewdly, motioning for the bound Anna to kneel on the floor in front of him.
In a state of shock she clambered her to her knees in front of Gino. She could clearly see the viscous droplets of pre-cum seeping from the tiny opening in the distended tip of his penis. She watched him sliding down on the sofa until his buttocks were resting right on the edge of the cushion, and his hand pushed the foreskin all the way down from the huge bulbous head of his cock so that she could see the rubbery folds of skin flaring around the tip.
Suddenly, he grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head right down to his cock lightly rubbing the soft spongy flesh against her firmly clenched teeth. "Suck it, Mrs. Martelli," he ordered, bumping the blood-engorged rod against her fearfully quivering lips. She gasped for breath from the pain his fingers in her hair were causing her, feeling the uncontrollable urge to do his bidding come from somewhere deep inside her body. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock, the thick shaft of flesh rammed quickly forward between her soft moist lips. She could feel the thick rubbery cockhead sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of cum seeping from it and filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent taste.
His hips on the sofa began a slow undulation, the rock-hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound, guided by his large meaty hand gripped tightly in her hair.
Sal moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks, as his friend thrust upward between her wetly clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt Gino made ramming it into her helplessly trapped face. He kept his right hand stroking up and down his own full erected penis and began running his other hand over the backs of her naked thighs, allowing them to rove down to her tautly curving calves blossoming below, and then running them back up the soft smooth skin to her firmly rounded buttocks clad in white nylon panties under her hitched-up skirt.
His fingers hungrily kneaded her flesh as he watched his companion's thick sword sawing into the frightened wife's widely stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling blonde's helpless face being held tight between the two huge hands now pressing against her bulging cheeks, and the giant penis forcing its way in and out between her moistly clinging lips as she groaned in laboring submission.
At first she could feel fingers subjecting her to new humiliations from the rear but then they stopped and she hoped a part of her ordeal was over. She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and teasingly into the tiny open slit of the lust-engorged glans. She could feel it throbbing in her mouth as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a gushing fountain of sperm.
But now she could feel something else. Instead of the other man's fingers there was some kind of a vibrating instrument playing obscenely over the flimsy panties stretched tightly over her quivering ass-cheeks behind. But her captor not content with this hooked his fingers under the waist of her cotton skirt and with one pull ripped the flimsy material to shreds and threw it off to one side. He didn't stop there, reaching around her forward bending bound torso to claw at the buttons of her blouse and tore open the front, popping off the buttons one by one.
He ripped the shreds of the blouse over her hands which were still bound behind her back. "Shit look at that," Sal exclaimed behind her in appreciation of her soft yet firmly rounded buttocks. His hand not guiding the vibrator rummaged up over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her bra. Suddenly, it snapped apart, and her full young breasts, soft and resilient, sprang free.
She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of lingerie from her body and the two milk-white mounds of firm ripe flesh were cooled by the air of the room, her nipples springing into a defensive hardness from the sudden exposure and availability to his touch, wasted no time. As he gaped at Gino's cock spearing juicily into her tightly ovaled lips, his free hand slipped around the side of her body and cupped the ripely swelling firmness of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing another deeper groan from Anna's lips as he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery tip of her nipple. He rolled it lightly with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her body squirming with greater strength now trying to escape him.
He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity, alternating from one to the other, while with his other hand he operated the vibrator down the narrow crevice between the cheeks of her panty-clad buttocks and on down into the traitorously moistening pussy slit below.
Suddenly, Anna jerked her body forward at the sudden obscene vibrating intrusion down between her shamelessly moistening vaginal lips, the sensations it caused sending ripples of unexplainable passion and desire coursing over the surface of her tender inner thighs.
Behind her, Sal was filled with a hot impatience and drew his hands down again to the narrow elastic waistband at the tip of her white panties. He hooked his fingers into the see-through material and with a slow certainty began to peel them down over the softly rounded flare of her hips.
Anna felt there was no saving her now and with one swift downward movement, Sal peeled the panties all the way down, revealing the vibrant half-moons of her buttocks. With the silky material caught at the indented junction of her thighs and belly, he gave a vicious jerk, ripping them into useless threads.
"Now you're going to get fucked and fucked good," he snarled.
And then the phone began to ring. But it kept on ringing and her hopes were dashed. Obviously these brutes were not interested.
"Start licking with your tongue again," Gino rasped down at her bobbing head ... "and put your mouth around it good. I want you to suck out all my cum."
Reluctantly then she began slaving over him for all she was worth, knowing he would soon spurt his hot thick sperm onto her tongue and down her throat.
* * *
In a cold sweat, Dino put down the receiver of the telephone. It was too late. Franco's men had obviously got to his apartment, before him and it was all his fault. He should have known the business with Jojo, Franco's mistress was just a set-up. The Mafia chieftain had walked in on them and told Dino he would kill him unless he could come up with something worth saving him for. It was Franco that suggested that his wife, Anna would be worth something, worth saving his miserable hide for.
Feeling sick at heart and terrified for his life he had bargained his wife's body like a fifty dollar chip at the gaming tables. To save him some embarrassment, Franco had graciously offered to have Anna kidnapped so she wouldn't suspect her husband had actually arranged it.
Dino had agreed at the time but now he had had a change of heart. He was going to get his wife and go to the West Coast, anywhere to escape the horrible nightmare that had become his life since going to work in the Santori Brothers Olive Oil Company. But his last ditch effort had been too late. He slammed the door of the phone booth and sat down at the bar and ordered a double Scotch. An image flooded his mind of Franco's hands running over Anna's innocent young body, pressing his pudgy fingers into her ripely tender breasts and down to her cunt. Shaking the picture from his mind, Dino was mortified to feel the beginning quiver of an erection in his pants.
"Another Scotch, bartender and fast," he ordered miserably.
CHAPTER SIX
The phone had stopped ringing and Anna knew that her chance of being rescued was out the window. Determinedly, with new effort to get these beasts out of her apartment she began bobbing slavishly up and down over the lust-thickened shaft of flesh spearing in her mouth. Gino groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her blonde head and watching with delight the oval-shaped lips straining widely at his hardness as though it were a stick of candy.
Behind her, Sal searched for and found the wetly smooth opening of her cunt and still driving her insane with the vibrator rammed his middle finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the fiery pain of a red-hot cattle prod.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg!" she choked around the burgeoning cock boring hotly into her mouth, skewering her face like a toothpick. She jerked forward from the unexpected pain in her defenseless vagina and Gino thrust up again in front, impaling her mouth still deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as though it would strangle her, and she gagged at the choking entry. In a great gasping sound she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the finger digging cruelly deep into her nakedly unprotected pussy behind. Grunts of protest escaped from around the clinging tightness of her lips as Sal dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her cunt until she thought she would faint from the brutal probing.
Sal ran his eyes down over the full moons of Anna's gleaming white buttocks protruding back toward him, round and alluring in the soft light coming in the windows of the apartment. His lips curled up tightly as his attention was focused on the voluptuous feast spread in servile anguish before him. He could see the tiny puckering ring of her anus nestled tantalizingly in the narrow crevice that separated the softly curving cheeks of her buttocks, and he was tempted to shove his cock up her ass and fill her cunt with the vibrator but he remembered then that Franco Santori had warned him not to touch her there, to save her virginal asshole for him.
Anna gasped and held her breath as she felt him squirming up closer behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and deliberately up between the moistly throbbing flanges of her vagina. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in dread over the thick shaft still relentlessly plunging up between her lips, as she felt the large bulbous tip-end of Sal's cock moving up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the sparsely curling blond pubic hair in preparation for his entry. She tried instinctively to close her legs to him, but his knees insinuated between them and held them cruelly open.
"I'm ready to fuck it to her," Sal said to Gino. Gino heard his words, only dimly aware of their meaning, almost lost to the world from the wild pressuring sensations building and building in his loins from her warmly sucking lips on his cock. But he wanted to watch this, and slowly he forced his attention down to the thick shaft poised at the fringes of her softly layered cuntal lips, leaning over her back so far he could feel her blonde head butting him in the stomach with each bobbing motion she was making.
He slipped one hand from her head down over her back and pressing his middle finger along the full length of the narrowly curving crevice, with his other fingers and thumb he squeezed the softly resilient flesh down flat to get a better view. He could feel the warmly palpitating pink anus under the second joint of his extended middle finger as he held her vise-like with his hand.
Anna whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact of her tormentor's lust bloated penis against the fearfully cringing lips of her pussy. She groaned incoherently, her head pinned between Gino's stomach and his rigidly impaling cock between her lips.
Sal pressured forward again behind her, flexing his buttocks with all his strength until suddenly, it gave. The tight elastic ring of her vagina unexpectedly popped open and then clamped wetly around the huge blood-filled cockhead slipping moistly up inside her with a headlong rush that left Anna gasping for breath. She jerked her head wildly over Gino's pistoning cock, the shock of the sudden entrance rejuvenating her shattered muscles for a moment and she squirmed and twisted trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her cunt.
"Shit man, is she tight!" Sal moaned from behind as he felt its warm wet walls slipping over his swelling hardness like hot butter. His head fell loosely back as his loins thrust forward and his rock-hard cock speared into her. It drove on and on racing and shoving away all before it in great waves of moistly clinging flesh until suddenly his pelvis pressed tightly against her and flattened her upraised ass-cheeks with a loud smacking sound like an open palm slapping a face.
Gino groaned above her from the wild sensations of her moist warm mouth around his rigidly expanding cock, and slipping his hand away from her widespread buttocks, he rammed his throbbing hardness deeper and harder into the back of her throat, his strong hands like a tightening steel band around her head. From the obscene sight of his companion's long thick cock gradually but relentlessly plowing up into the pinkly glistening cuntal mouth opening slowly to receive it, his own cock began a sudden jerking motion he could no longer control.
Anna groaned from the increased force of the heels of his hands clamped painfully into her temples as she continued sucking at the hotly spurting jets of cum now flooding into the depths of her throat, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed the lewd sperm filling the warm moistness of her imprisoned mouth. She clasped her feverish lips in a tight elastic ring around the sporadically jerking rod of flesh, swirling her tongue around and around its madly throbbing tip.
Suddenly, she wanted to suck it dry, to suck it until it hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His deep-throated, agonized groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. Finally, the giant spewing cock gave one last burning spurt and fell slowly dormant, palpitating slightly in her clinging lips like a small panting animal. She watched as it slipped glistening out of her mouth and slowly deflated and sank into limpness.
Anna suddenly became aware of the completely new sensations coursing through her veins from Sal's lust-driven cock slipping wetly in and out of her fully expanded cunt now accepting its hugeness without any resistance.
Slaving rhythmically behind her, Sal was now completely blind and deaf to the rest of the world around him. He was in a trance watching the thin pink folds of the young wife's cunt clinging to his hotly pulsating shaft on the outstroke, then being swallowed in again each time he buried his thick hard cock to the hilt in her nakedly quivering belly. Almost unconsciously he reached forward over her now slightly undulating torso with both hands and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tightly against him.
Against her will every tingling nerve-ending in Anna's tortured young body seemed to be alive and vibrating from the intense pleasure now rushing over her. Her last remnants of resistance had been conquered, and like a reluctant slave submitting to a skillful master, she knelt in submission before him.
The upper part of her body suddenly went limp and she began grinding her spasmodically trembling buttocks back willingly into contact with his pounding loins, wantonly rotating her passion-inflamed cunt on the fleshy ridges of his endlessly plunging, deeply pumping penis fucking into her from behind.
"DO it, baby ... ride it," he muttered as he felt her pitching and lurching under him. He knew she was getting close to climaxing in her vagina wrapped so firmly and wetly around him, and he wanted to cum too so he could feel her pulsating cuntal walls sucking at his cock as he filled her belly with the thick load of semen.
Sal's body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the soft tender female flesh writhing and squirming in front of him. He could feel his heated rod growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground savagely into her, a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never fucked anything as young and appealing as this before, and it was driving him almost insane to see her responding to him with such total lack of inhibition. His pulsing cock ached and burned as it never had before.
Then suddenly her voice came to his ears, beginning in a low mewling cry that went on and on and gradually became a low-pitched, continuous howling whine that sounded like the final warning that the long-awaited orgasm was already starting.
That was it for him! As her warm wet muscles clasped and unclasped around his pile-driving cock, Sal threw back his head with a high-pitched squeal and his white-hot sperm shot like a burst fire hose up into Anna's widely spread cuntal passage. She was rocking and grinding in helpless abandonment on his lewdly impaling shaft as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his boiling male cum deep up inside her, filling her nakedly writhing womb to the bursting point.
Anna was completely without control now, screaming for the stranger to continue pumping into her fitfully throbbing cunt, not to stop, to go on and on and onand then at last it was finished. Her mind was spinning wildly through eternity while the jangling nerves all over her body slowly subsided until she felt drained and cleansed of all lustful desire forever. Then she was jolted back into the reality of the moment by the harsh voice coming to her ears from above.
"Get off her, Sal," she heard Gus say. "Franco's waiting, we've got to make tracks."
"Okay, man," came Sal's growl from behind her. As he lifted, Anna could feel his deflated penis slipping wetly from her cum-drenched cuntal passage. Gino then got up from his straddled position in front of her and she let herself slide forward in utter fatigue and completion, resting her perspiring face on the seat of the sofa.
She was dimly aware that one of them behind her slit the bonds on her wrists and she could hear the two men mumbling their approval of her unwilling but fabulous performance.
Suddenly the commanding voice came to her again.
"All right, blondie ... let's hit it...." the one called Sal ordered. "We're splitting ... let's get you dressed." Dear god! she whimpered inside her mind as the meaning of his words dawned. They aren't content with forcing me to submit to their lewd obscene demands. They're going to abduct me!
"Please, leave me alone. You've made some mistake. We aren't rich. My husband has no money to pay for a ransom!" Gino snorted derisively. "No one said anything about money, baby," he growled as he pulled a small package out of his coat pocket. "Okay, Sal, let's get this gear on her and get out of here."
* * *
Anna was in a fog and suddenly she noticed that they had dressed her in the most obscenely seductive outfit she had ever seen. The bra that they had hooked on her was little more than black leather straps connected to bands of metal studs circling the smooth round base of her voluptuous breasts, leaving most of the milk-white flesh nakedly exposed, including the tender pink aureoles with her tiny bud-like nipples. The matching leather panties they had slipped up over her smoothly tapering legs as she stood in a shocked stupor, were cut out in the back to allow her tantalizing curved ass-cheeks to remain in view, a thin metallic strip disappearing into the full length of the narrow crevice between them, while a tiny triangle of the same leather, held by straps following the hollowed indentations at the junction of her belly and thighs, covered only the pinkly pouting lips of her vagina and was surrounded by tiny blonde curls of her pubic hair. She had never in her life even dreamed of wearing such a bizarre getup. To wear such things would have seemed to her the actions of a whore though she had to admit to herself in the long mirror on the living room wall that she did look unbelievably sexy in them.
Then Sal lifted each of her feet from the floor in turn and slipped on a pair of high heeled black leather boots with silver chains dangling from the tops. "Now that's a gorgeous piece of ass!" Gino whistled. "We'd better push off before I ram my cock into her asshole. Just look at it with that strap up there." He couldn't resist poking his finger in her anus just one time and then rubbing his cock between her asscheeks before Sal returned with a coat from Anna's closet and made her wear it.
"Where are you taking me?" Anna inquired anxiously.
"Why, angel, we thought you knew. You're going to a party to show off your new clothes!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nervously, Dino drove along the street looking for the address that Franco had given him. This was the night of reckoning. Tonight his agreement with Franco would be over and he was anxious to see his wife again. Franco had not actually said that Anna would be present but he had said that there would be a party at his house tonight and he would like (Dino read ordered) him to attend. He found a parking space and walked up to the gate and buzzed. A voice inquired who he was and then electronically released the gate when he gave his name. He walked into the house and was greeted by a small brunette who smiled and called him by name. She was beautiful and exciting to look at in the leather bikini she wore and Dino was instantly reminded of the morning he had spent in bed with Jojo when she had worn a similar costume.
"I didn't know this was a costume party," Dino said as the girl handed him a black leather face-mask.
"Oh, not everyone will be in costume," she answered cryptically. "Now let's join the others, shall we." Franco Santori really must be raking in the bucks, Dino was thinking as they approached the opulent living room and caught his first sight of the circle of guests in various positions of sitting and lying around a long oval table covered with mounds of exotic food. At the far end of the table on a raised platform padded with pillows of all shapes and colors, sat Santori dressed in a black leather outfit. Dino glanced around quickly and noticed that most of the guests, men and women, were dressed in various costumes of black, some studded with heavy metal pieces and some sleek and plain with menacing looking zippers. Santori motioned to Dino to sit down. He waited until he saw that Dino had relaxed a little in the surroundings, smiling in secret satisfaction to himself as he remembered what he had in store for the unsuspecting young husband.
"I've invited a few friends tonight," he said in his harsh voice. He pointed to a man with a bushy moustache that obviously hid some kind of ugly scar. "My right hand man, Al. Next to him, our star performer for tonight, Willie the Executioner."
Dino looked with fear at the huge black man with the leather shorts with a black bullwhip clipped to the chain belt. His face was sinister looking with dark squinting eyes and short cropped kinky hair. The black man must have been seven feet tall and Dino could not avoid noticing the heavy bulge at the man's loins indicating he must have a penis of considerable proportions.
Franco was about to continue with the guest list when a bell sounded. "It's time for our little party to really begin," Santori announced. As Dino sipped his drink, the shapely brunette who had greeted him at the door appeared on a small stage a few feet away from the table and began a sinuously seductive dance to some rock music coming from behind a curtain. He watched spellbound with the others as she gradually removed her leather costume until she was dancing in front of them completely naked, a light show of vivid colors playing over her well-formed breasts and softly contoured belly as well as on the curtain behind her.
The young husband found himself becoming aroused by the openly suggestive movements she was making, ending up by writhing on the floor on her back as though some invisible man were lying over her making love to her passionately. He could hear the men around him grunting in pleasure as her flaring hips raised rhythmically from the floor as if to meet the imaginary downward thrusting penis she was responding to in her trance, her buttocks beneath flattening out each time they touched the wood and her pinkly little nipples on her breasts jiggling lewdly from her movements.
Her long dark hair was swirling around her head wildly as it flailed insanely from side to side, an expression of utter abandon on her face. Finally the blaring rock music came to an abrupt stop and she lay briefly before them in an attitude of complete exhaustion and satiety. Then the lights stopped flickering over her prostrate form and she was blocked from their view by the second curtain which swept forward separating her from their view.
"And now for our main event ... a multi-media presentation produced by AI Tripinani," Santori announced.
The curtain raised to the sides again and on the white curtain in back the blurred images of a movie in progress began. Dino could not at first make out what was going on, then he realized that in reality the movie was on a mammoth video screen on the other side of the filmy material and the flitting images of colored light on the curtain itself were obscuring the details. He strained his eyes, but he could only discern that it was a couple making love, their faces and bodies so fuzzy he could not be sure what they were doing to each other. He heard a movement at the table to his right and turned to see the man Santori had called Willie the Executioner quietly leaving by way of a separation in the drapes behind him.
Suddenly the white curtain in front was aside and he could see clearly now the figures on the screen which must have been almost twenty feet across. The man was eating the woman's cunt!
She was moaning helplessly beneath him as his tongue lashed serpent-like again into her eagerly upturned loins, turning her into a mass of squealing and squirming helpless desire from his patient ministrations.
Dino licked his lips which were becoming parched and he peered closely at the obscenely gyrating figures on the screen. He could tell that the man in the picture was Franco Santori but he wondered who the hot-blooded cunt thrashing wildly beneath him was. He would have given anything to have a woman like that.
* * *
Anna Martelli was standing off to one side of the small stage when the videotape started, out of sight of the group sitting with Santori. After the debasing and humiliating acts she had been forced to submit to during the last few days, she no longer had the will to resist the woman who had dressed her once again in her obscene leather outfit with the black mask and left her standing in readiness for whatever was held in store for her.
After she had been raped in her own apartment what seemed like weeks before, she had been brought here and been subjected to an endless series of perversely lewd sexual orgies which had left her feeling weak for sex.
Now as she stared blankly at the obscene pictures on the video screen she was suddenly startled to recognize herself in a scene from he first night in this nightmare of a house where she was a slave.
She was standing in the picture with her back pressed back tightly against the door of the room she had been locked in, the man with her stripping his clothes from his body. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out this repetition of the horror of that moment, but she was dazed and almost hypnotized by the scene unfolding before her. It seemed to her that it was happening all over again right at that moment as she watched.
It took but a second until Franco Santori stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard cock standing out from beneath the slight paunch he was beginning to develop like the menacing shaft of a blunt lance. He faced her with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge bulbous head.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in that little cunt," he tormented her, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her face like some great tidal wave of darkness. Anna on the screen tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was completely frozen against the door as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
It was obscenely thick! In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside her without being split asunder. He started slowly toward her, and Anna involuntarily flinched as though what she was seeing on the screen was happening to her at this very moment all over again.
She was dressed in the indecent, revealing black leather cut-out brassiere and panties her abductors had put on her body that first day and she instinctively moved her arms to cover her nakedly exposed breasts from his leering face.
"You know what this little outfit means, don't you?" he growled.
"N-nooo," she whimpered. "It's a bondage outfit and you're my slave, Anna," he said in a menacing voice, "and ... if you don't do everything I want I'm going to do something ugly to you, but," he continued cheerfully, "I don't think that's going to be necessary. I know your type. You like to be forced to do things. You're too shy to assert herself or make your needs known so I'm going to take that responsibility for you. I'm going to force you to do things you've only dreamed about and you'll thank me for it. You'll love it, my little scared fawn."
Suddenly, he reached out with his thick meaty hands and with a quick sudden jerk drew her nearly naked body up hard against him, cupping her face in his palms. With an evil grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down on hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the vainly protesting depths of her mouth. She stood limply in front of him feeling the hardness of his penis digging into the naked softness of her stomach. Then his hands left her face and snaked around her body and down to her firmly rounded buttocks behind, kneading and pinching lewdly at the almost pantyless flesh before he ripped with his thumbs at the leather strips holding the flimsy garment in place and it fell in a tiny heap to the floor around her ankles. The open-front black bra came next and she heard him mutter a faint sight as he dropped it to the floor and moved his head back in appreciation at the way her completely exposed breasts remained standing out voluptuously in the air toward him. There was nothing left. She stood before him like a love slave while he panted in front of her. She was swaying dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his powerful fingers grip her upper arm and force her to move toward the bed in the room. The sudden wet contact as he again pressed his lips onto hers sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically tried to back away from him. The edge of the bed caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Franco Santori leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her as she had landed. Legs spread wide apart and eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled valiantly, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proudly upstanding breasts. The moist pink flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice.
He placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy outer lips of her cunt. Then with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pinkly layered lips slowly apart helplessly exposing the glistening cuntal slit to his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then, with an animal-like groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering mouth of her warm pussy.
Now as Anna stood off to one side of the video screen watching the ravishment she had suffered at Franco Santori's hands earlier, she was dimly aware of a slight throbbing beginning deep in her loins. Her own voice from the screen jerked her attention back.
Oooooohhh ... yes ... oooohhhh ... yessss!" her screen image was whimpering before Santori's depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked lewdly up and down in greedy feast between her legs.
But in spite of the horrible things being done to her, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple down deep in her naked belly and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her softly mounded breasts quivered from the torturous buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into their fleshy sponginess, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury.
His hands lifting under the backs of her knees, Franco Santori pushed them up and over her body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her loins to his lustful view. He grinned lewdly and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered mouth of her anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
She was sobbing helplessly before his attack, and then suddenly, despite her revulsion and humiliation, her body began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending wicked spasms of pulsing sensations coursing through her raw nerve-endings. She was clenching her teeth tightly together and fighting with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flames and devour her in her vulnerability.
But it was a losing battle as Franco Santori continued to lick ceaselessly at her nakedly splayed loins below. And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind, the restraining dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his lewdly thrusting tongue. Her hands involuntarily curled down into his hair with a soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. She had forgotten her thoughts of her husband, forgotten the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Franco Santori sensed the sudden submissive surrender just as he had predicted and with a savage grin again thrust his tongue deeper into the moistly quivering sheath of her vagina. She was his now, he gloated feeling the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the-sides of his cheeks. She was grinding her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face, pained contortions of pleasure twisting her features as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over the even whiteness of her teeth.
The look of abandoned wanton sexuality Anna saw come over her face on the video screen so shamed and embarrassed her as she watched the replay of that first awful night, that she was forced to close her eyes to block out the view. She stood where she was off to one side of the stage, feeling the unbidden ripples of sensual excitement once more coursing thrillingly over her newly awakening body. She knew then she was lost forever to the world of her ordinary life. She had become just as depraved and lustful as her captors, and never again would she be able to return to her previous existence.
* * *
Dino felt slightly annoyed that the videotape was not focused better. He couldn't make out the face of the fabulous woman on the screen. He wondered if Jojo were going to be here tonight too and then his attention was taken by a simultaneous slide presentation showing various couples in stages of fucking that were making him even more aroused. But then the volume on the video screen was raised and his attention was once again directed back there.
"Open your cunt, baby, I'm coming inside," he heard Santori's voice coming out of the speaker.' Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, the blonde girl on the screen opened her thighs wider apart. Franco levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned the back of her head to the camera on the mattress, shuddering as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitively tingling edges of her moistening pussy.
He shoved forward. "Noooooo," she gasped as the huge blood-filled tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until it seemed as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Stop it! You're hurting me! You're killing me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his evil sadistic grin above her. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his ceaseless penetration of her cunt.
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He obviously could stand it no more, watching this innocent young wife lying helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing slowly up into the hair-fringed flesh of her pussy.
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full, firmly fleshed breasts back against her chest. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his long, thick cock slipped into her cunt like a battering ram, forcing its way up through the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
Christ! He's really ramming it to her! Dino gasped as he unknowingly watched his wife being savagely skewered by Franco Santori's hugely expanded cock. He felt his own penis jerk wildly and begin climbing up toward complete erection. He continued to watch as Santori began a slow rocking motion between the young blonde's outstretched thighs, ignoring her cries of pain.
Before long her whole body was twitching and writhing beneath him on the screen as she groaned up at him incessantly. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance began coming in torrents from deep in her nostrils flared, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair.
Suddenly, Willie the Executioner stepped out from the curtain on the left of the screen. The others in the room made noises of amazement at the giant of a man stood before them completely naked, his still soft cock hanging like a crowbar down his thigh. It was obvious he was proud of it as he took it in both his hands and began stroking it in a slow obscene motion to make it harden, nodding his head to an unseen person on the opposite side of the video screen.
A slim, graceful blonde in a black leather outfit with a black mask stepped across the platform toward the giant black man. Dino gasped, it looked like the same girl who was in the movie he was watching.
He gasped in appreciation at her lushly rounded curvaceous body as she walked before his very eyes completely oblivious to everyone. Her eyes were staring in wide-open fascination and muted terror at the monstrous thick black cock Willie the Executioner had by now worked up to unbelievably enormous proportions.
As Dino watched, spellbound by the young blonde's innocent-looking body, the black man stepped over to her, still slowly stroking his fully expanded penis up and down. With his other hand he ran up the inside of her tautly fleshed white thigh all the way to the wetness of her barely visible pink cuntal lips, and his head at the level of her softly flaring hips dropped to let his thick wet lips slip over her tender skin. His lewdly trailing tongue left a glistening path behind it as he licked into her tiny navel and then passed on around her wasp-like waist to kiss and nibble at the smooth oval cheeks of her buttocks, dipping briefly down into the narrow crevice between them.
After her first twinge of revulsion and fear at being openly fondled by the grotesque black man, his tongue slithering obscenely over her sensitive skin, Anna felt tiny quivering sensations of arousal up between her thighs. After all she had been through in the last few days, the inner urge she felt to protect herself from further humiliation and debasement at the hands of her captors no longer seemed worth the effort and she stood docilely on the platform as the black man explored the secret indentations of her voluptuously curved body. Her body had betrayed her into wantonly and recklessly enjoying the obscene acts she had been forced into so often that she had little reason left to oppose this further degradation.
Finally she felt his moistly burning lips and digging fingers leave her now trembling body and his husky voice came to her ears. "This one loves to fuck," he announced to the others in the room. "Notice her sweet round ass, the ripe tits, the tight little cunt. And how would you like your cock ramming into that pouting little girl mouth?" he grinned lewdly at them. He was obviously enjoying his role of auctioneer. Then, still stroking his monstrously swollen cock, the black man snapped the fingers of his left hand.
A tall black woman with kinky black hair streaked blonde at the front wearing a mask joined them on the stage. Once again the man called Willie the Executioner ran his rough hand over the fresh new body offered to his touch, reaching up to grasp the black woman's already swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger, kneading and pinching at the chocolate buds alternately and then leaning down to take one of them wetly into his mouth. He sucked and nipped painfully at her quiveringly erect flesh for a long moment, his right hand continuing to jerk rhythmically up and down on his lust-hardened rod touching the softness of her belly, while his left hand roamed at will over the trembling half-moon of her cocoa colored buttocks, and then abruptly he stood back away from her and gazed insolently at her. The nipple he had been clasping in his thick lips shone wetly in the colors reflecting from the continuing light show flashing around them, and the woman's softly mounded breasts and naked belly were heaving in obvious arousal as he gave his appraisal to the onlookers.
"This one needs a well-hung dude with a lot Of stamina. She'll literally fuck you to death. I won't let her go for less than a thousand." Sitting in front of the platform, Dino was sure he recognized the black woman. It was Jojo, Franco Santori's mistress. Almost at the same moment the realization hit him, he heard Santori whisper hoarsely into his ear as he leaned across the table.
"Go to it, kid," he growled. "Take Jojo on the house." He grinned obscenely before sitting back against his cushions to observe Dino's reaction. So this really is a slave auction, Dino thought. These luscious women were going to be auctioned to the highest bidder for whatever perverse demands their buyers would make of them.
Then Dino watched as the dark-haired woman who had led him into the party walked out to join the other two women. She had removed her leather costume and now stood nakedly exposed before the eyes of all the men in the room.
Still standing like a submissive slave on the platform, Anna saw the auctioneer drop to his knees in front of the third girl and lick his lips lewdly as he looked up at the soft dark curls lining her vagina presenting itself so close to his upturned face.
Without warning, he thrust his head forward and buried it up between the pinkly quivering outer folds of her cunt. The girl gasped at the sudden heat burning in her pussy and her fingers reflexively tangled in the black man's coarse hair and pulled his face even tighter to her loins. His right hand left his stiffly jerking cock below, and he grasped both of her firmly clenching buttocks in his digging fingers so hard that the soft flesh squeezed out between them in white ridges. The dark-haired girl had her eyes clenched tightly shut, and she bent her knees slightly to each side of his jerking head below to give him greater access to her warmly pulsating cunt, her uninhibited moans of pleasure filling the air in the room.
Anna watched in total disbelief as the black man obscenely licked into the girl's already slightly swiveling loins. The dark-haired girl was abandoning herself completely to his lewd ministrations in front of everyone present! It looked as though she might even have an orgasm at any second. But then just as abruptly as he had begun, the black man tore his mouth away from her wetly glistening vagina and stood back. The girl was helplessly writhing her deserted body before him, tightly gripping her upper thighs together in a vain attempt to extinguish the passionate fires he had just ignited inside her excitedly squirming cunt.
Panting heavily from his effort, his lips shining wetly, Willie the Executioner grasped his lust-thickened rod of flesh once more in his fingers and jerked the loose outer skin quickly up and down as he spoke in a low harsh voice. "This one is twelve hundred ... and a steal at that price," he announced.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh. god ... oh ... Lord ... I'm cumming! aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ... I'm cummmmiiiinnnnnnggggg!" Dino's attention was focused back on the video screen as he watched the volcanic upheaval affecting the blonde girl in the picture, feeling his cock almost itching and burning inside his pants from the pornography he was viewing.
At the same time, Anna standing on the stage was startled by the sound of her own voice on the screen behind her and turned her head to watch. Immediately she felt her cunt begin opening and moistening in vicarious excitement as she remembered how it had gushed and flooded juicily around the hotly pistoning cock she could now see driving up into her own upturned pussy. As she watched, he thrust faster digging deeper and deeper inside her. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again as his own hot, wet sperm shot from the end of his throbbing shaft far up into her soft, quivering belly. Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still heaving body.
Anna felt her heart pounding in her chest as she viewed the replay of that first night, recalling how their surging cum had mingled lewdly deep down inside her in a hot wet pool of joy she had never known could exist. She had been beaten and yet felt satiated as never before and yet at this moment as she watched, it seemed she could still feel his thick penis buried deep inside her gently palpitating vagina. She had been fucked and fucked good and now she suddenly wanted it again more than she had ever wanted anything.
"Place your bids for the blonde with the heart-shaped ass!"
Dino didn't know if he was going to have his pick so he waited for Franco to make his move, but Franco had seen his eyes on the blonde already.
"I've got first choice, Dino," Franco announced pompously. Then before Dino could answer, Santori made a sign to Willie who led the young blonde to a leather hassock at one side of the screen, forcing her to bend over it with her knees spread wide on the floor.
"I'll take Jojo," Dino told Santori in disappointment at not getting a chance with the blonde. "Sorry, kid Willie wants her ... black beauties together you know. Pick one of the others." Without waiting for further discussion, the black man grabbed Jojo and flung her to the floor of the stage, facing Anna still bent over the hassock.
The black man then took Jojo by the ankles and spread her long dark legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full firm thighs and spread her softly rounded asscheeks with his hands. The tiny tight anus nestled in the narrow crevice was clearly visible to his eyes, and it seemed to be throbbing in anticipation as she awaited the auctioneer's next move. His hand ran slowly up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of her open cunt and his head dropped to kiss the smoothly ovaled ass-cheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick into the narrow crevice between them.
"Wider ... open up ... wider!" Willie the Executioner ordered. Jojo's legs opened obediently until her toes were pointing outward away from each other on the platform behind her. They were almost at right angles to her body, and it seemed to Anna as she watched spellbound that the black woman would split in two. The auctioneer's middle finger probed again and Anna could hear her groan as it entered. Jojo jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth contorting in unheeded protest. She strained away from the cruelly intruding finger as the rubbery flesh of her asshole closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over Jojo's face as he pressed his finger in to the first knuckle....
He began moving his middle finger around in the tightly constricted opening in lewd preparation for what was to follow, sawing it in and out and stretching the tiny anus more and more. Jojo wriggled her hips back against it, her hands clawing at the wood floor in front of her. He dug another finger in, hurting her even more.
A short, muffled cry escaped from the black woman's lips as she buried her face in her arms crossed before her. But Willie persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the floor. He screwed both fingers in her mercilessly, stretching the puckering anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand.
Put in front, Dino watched in horror at the cruel subjugation of Franco Santori's mistress by the black giant whose expanded cock was so thick and long he looked almost deformed. His mind registered disbelief that Santori would allow this to happen to his own mistress while he watched. Suddenly, he saw the grinning Mafia chief Santori mounting the platform from the other side, staring with a cruel glint in his eye at the redheaded Jojo. He had stripped himself naked and was stroking his own massively swollen penis in obvious enjoyment of the spectacle.
Jojo was beginning to undulate her buttocks back around Willie's finger in wild abandon. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the fingers worked obscenely around and around deep up her wide-stretched rectum.
"Fuck me there!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side to let him see it. "Fuck me up the ass! Shove your giant cock up there and make me scream!" The young blonde wife felt her own stomach tighten as the black man pulled his fingers out of the writhing woman's asshole. And then he pushed her softly quivering ass-cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the crevice. His tongue licked teasingly at the pulsing hole until the squirming woman apparently couldn't stand it another second.
"Fuck me ... fuck me up the ass ... now!" she cried. "Kneel and bring your ass up," the black man ordered. The lust-crazed Jojo struggled to her knees, presenting her rounded ass-cheeks up to the now wildly aroused giant. He stood up between her widespread thighs directly behind her, his pulsating, huge cock standing straight out with its tip resting in her wide split anal crevice.
"Put it in your asshole," he commanded roughly. Her hand moved hesitantly to grasp the gigantic rock-hard cock. From her position on the other side of the platform, Anna watched as the lewdly positioned black woman submitted to the cold command and the pressure of his hands and placed the tip of his lust-engorged cock up against the tight hairless opening of her anus. She could see it begin probing and working against Jojo's nakedly exposed anus, the muscles of the auctioneer's stomach standing out as he strained forward. It was worming its way slowly into her, looking like a giant battering ram trying to force its way in between the tensely quivering mounds. As the young blonde wife watched in fascinated horror, the straining pink ring suddenly gave way before the relentless pressure and the huge bulbous cockhead popped up inside with a sudden rush. The now hopelessly impaled woman tried to pull away but Willie held her tight.
"Shove your ass back ... shove back on my cock," the black man roared. Jojo hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. "No, Willie. You're too big for me." she screamed. But the hard fleshy rod surged forward, battering the vainly resisting rectal flesh before it without mercy. She was obscenely skewered, and he began stroking his flesh-splitting rod rhythmically deep into her inflamed nether passage.
And then to Anna's unbelieving eyes, Jojo began to move backwards to meet the forward thrusts of the black man's lust driven body. She was beginning to revel in the lewd sodomizing of her expanded anus like a slave, bending before her master. He rammed into her with long hard thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. Suddenly, the pain appeared to be turning into pleasure for her, and she flailed her head wildly from side to side.
Then, without warning, the kneeling Anna felt the rough fingers of Franco Santori behind her running greedily over the long, firm muscles of her shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the strangely moistening interior of her loins. For a moment, she had forgotten he was there as she watched in a trance-like state the merciless ravishment taking place opposite her and now she whimpered and jerked forward away from him.
"Nooooo ... noooooooo ... not there," Anna cried. The Mafia boss ran the edge of his hand down the narrow smooth crease of her buttocks parting them slightly open to his hungry gaze and she cried out a protest again. In that second something seemed to snap inside Santori and he grabbed a black whip from the side of the stage and began flailing it across the terrified blonde's buttocks.
Whack! Whack! the leather whip began turning the fair skin of Anna's asscheeks rosy and she became panicky with fear.
"Now, do you know who's boss?" Franco Santori demanded after a few moments of disciplining the young wife.
"Y-yessss," moaned Anna. Santori leered down at the cowering girl and slowly drew aside the now reddened ass mounds with his fingers. She groaned before him and tried to tense them together again, but he dug his fingers into her assflesh until it seemed to ooze up between them. Finally, she relaxed to stop the pain and he spread them apart as he wished.
Then he pushed his right hand down and thrust at it experimentally with his middle finger. Anna jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the small rubbery opening, and she pressed her pelvis down hard into the hassock, her buttocks tensing together around the finger boring relentlessly into her. It was useless and he thrust again, sinking it in to the first knuckle.
In his sex-sodden mind, Dino suddenly seemed to recognize the voice of the blonde girl trapped spread-eagled in front of Franco Santori, but he was too confused and excited to give it much thought. He kept looking from one side of the platform to the other at the obscene dual sodomy, and then back again to the huge video screen where Jojo was still sucking at his cock, unable to focus his attention in one place very long. He looked over at the black couple and saw Willie screwing into Jojo from behind grabbing at the tautness of her madly thrashing buttocks. He threw his head back and groaned as he thrust the cock's full expanded length into Jojo's widely stretched asshole and he screamed uttering wildly obscene insults at the mistress of Franco Santori.
The voluptuous black woman moaned out her own release at the same time as the heated secretions of her orgasm gushed from her openly splayed cunt below, drenching the black man's hairy balls pressed tightly against her throbbing vagina. Together they collapsed in a heaving mass of satiated flesh, their hoarse breathing filling the room.
Up behind Anna's cringing buttocks, he dug up harder into the blonde wife's already partially impaled anus, popping his middle finger through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in submission relaxed, her buttocks limp and open to be used as he desired.
Pulling the thick foreskin back and exposing the huge bulbous tip of his cock, Franco Santori behind her aimed it directly at the tiny puckered mouth of Anna's anus now stretched wide from the obscene probings of his middle finger. Abruptly, he pulled it out, and then spread her inviting buttocks wide again with his thumbs at the same time slipping his middle finger in a swiping motion into her involuntarily moistening cunt below.
With her own vaginal secretions he lubricated the rear entrance and leaned forward pressing the whole of his body down onto her back, the thick full length of his cock shoved into the trembling crevice of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks. He rested the tip for a moment up against the tiny throbbing nether opening, pushing his hands under her loins again to stretch the soft half-moons farther apart. Levering himself up slightly with his elbows on her lower back, he pressed softly with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard shaft straight into the tightly clenched orifice.
"Oh god ... nooooo ... don't ... no more ... you're killing me!" she begged. Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath, trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each buck of her body his cock skewered into her tightly resisting anus another cruel and painful inch, until finally she gasped out the last of her strength and Santori's thickly pulsing hardness slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her asshole.
She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still over the hassock to ease the pain of the cruel and complete penetration of her rectum. It was useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny hole to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Jesus, your asshole is so tight," Santori grunted through clenched teeth above her. In spite of his desire to fuck into her immediately, he reached down and grasped her gently flaring hips, raising her higher on her knees and bending her body almost double so that only her face was left touching the leather hassock. He ground his teeth and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing an agonized groan of pain and final humiliation from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward.
Suddenly the moment he was waiting foil came on the television screen visible to their left. "Take a good look at that!" Tangling his fingers in her long, flowing hair, he wrenched her head around so that she was directly facing the screen.
Oh no, please, please let this be a nightmare! She prayed, unable to accept the obscene picture of her own husband being greedily sucked by another woman. The pain of Franco Santori's thick shaft still throbbing deep in her anus was almost gone as she knelt stunned before him.
Suddenly, Dino's image on the screen gasped. Then a hot store of sperm began its mad dash from the sanctuary of his lust-engorged balls and spewed in hot thin streams into the voraciously sucking mouth of the woman above him. Anna could see the woman's cheeks expanding and hollowing as she greedily swallowed the hotly flooding gushes to keep from choking. And finally it was over and the woman lay her head sideways on his trembling thigh, showing her face to the camera.
Instantly, Anna recognized her. It was Jojo the black woman! Feeling crushed and defeated her life in shreds she dimly heard Franco Santori asking her: "Did you see that?" The cruel Mafia boss was belaboring the obvious so she would know exactly what her husband was.
"Yes," she mumbled flatly feeling the renewed pain inside her rectum. At the same time she realized that she gradually had become accustomed to his throbbing thickness deep inside her, and his lewd mastery of her was somehow strangely erotic.
Franco Santori groaned as he felt the beaten young wife's anal muscles tighten around his lust-knotted thickness buried deep inside her. His cock throbbed harder and he could barely believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow methodical rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis far up her asshole again to cause further pain but he gasped out loud as he felt her palpitating anus responding, throbbing and tightening around his aching cock like a tight-fitting glove of flesh. His heavy-laden balls were pounding and urging him to begin stroking into her slowly gyrating ass-cheeks inviting him on.
But there was one thing he wanted to do first. He snapped his fingers and waved towards the screen and immediately, the video screen faded out and then a new picture came on, showing the final few moments of the fuck he had thrown into Anna on the first night.
From where he had been staring at the lust inciting sodomizing of the two women on the platform, Dino was aware of the new picture on the screen.
This time the participants in the lewd spectacle were clearly visible. They were Franco Santori and his wife, Anna! Dino watched in frozen horror as he saw his wife begin screaming her first shrill sounds of orgasm. Her legs kicked back wide and he saw her final jerks of fulfillment and watched the hollowing muscles of Santori's buttocks as he pumped his gushing hot stream of sperm deep up into her quivering belly.
I don't believe it! I can't believe! his mind repeated over and over. She's loving it! She had never screwed him like that! All the time they had been married she had never responded to him at all when they had sex.
His attention was suddenly brought back to the stage where Santori was still hunched up behind the young blonde with his heavy cock buried between her slowly undulating buttocks.
"Get the picture, Dino?" Santori bellowed at him with coarse delight. "It just takes the right technique to get a woman to fuck like a mink. Didn't think it would work on your wife though, did you?" He grinned obscenely at the same time reaching forward slowly toward the black mask the woman was wearing. The little blonde was now beginning to murmur under him as she tried to start him stroking into her.
Anna gasped in sudden realization as she heard Santori speak her husband's name. Then she felt the mask being slowly lifted from behind. Dino had been there the whole time. He had been watching while she was being lewdly sodomized before his very eyes without doing or saying anything to stop it. Slowly it sank into her muddled, confused brain that he must have instigated the whole ordeal from the first moment those men had forced their way into the apartment.
It was all she could do to keep from breaking down completely from the knowledge. But then a deep well of resentment that he would allow this to happen to her, filled her with an overwhelming desire to somehow avenge herself against him.
And she knew how to do it! She began rocking her hips back lewdly onto Santori's lust-inflamed cock, and then forward again, feeling its ass-splitting thickness slip out until only the tip-end was still inside her rectum, then once more shoving her buttocks back against his loins. Each time she impaled herself on his hardness, she made a deep-throated moan, curling her mouth up in a lewdly sensual smile.
And each time his pulsating shaft struck into the recesses of her churning rectum, she repeated in her mind. My husband is a prick, Dino is a bastard, lewd sensations of forbidden pleasure beginning to crawl into her warmly quivering belly with each repetitive rhythmic thrust.
Behind her Franco Santori watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish skin of her puckered little anal mouth drew back with his lust-thickened shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let go. He began a steady pistoning motion with his penis, lewdly pumping his blood-engorged hardness each stroke in the velvet confines of her asshole.
Anna, kneeling before him began undulating her buttocks in slightly larger circles, waving the enticingly rounded cheeks back at him to lasciviously incite him on. And then the lustful streak deep inside her suddenly broke. She was no longer working for revenge but for joy. She was enjoying it! There was still pain but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.
Dino could not stand watching his wife any longer and he ripped off his clothes and leaped up over the front of the small raised dais to stand naked in front of his wantonly writhing wife.
Her unseeing eyes were turned to the side, her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long plunging rod of flesh.
The cock was buried into her up to the hilt and then suddenly Santori gasped as her hand reached down under her body and began cradling his balls, scraping her fingernails over them in a maddening teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth. "Oh, my darling, fucking hell ... do it ... "
"How could you?" Dino snarled at her from where he stood watching only a few inches away, the anger rising to a fever pitch inside his chest. Her glazed eyes focused on her husband standing totally naked in front of her, for a moment forgetting she had to pay him back for. his indiscretions and she just smiled a contemptuous and at the same time lewdly suggestive smile up at him, thrusting her hips still harder back onto the fleshy hardness boring into her hotly throbbing rectal walls.
Dino's eyes burning with anger and lust trailed over the length of her wildly thrashing body back to where the pistoning cock was splitting into the narrow crevice of her anus, and then on up to the obscene grinning face of Franco Santori.
The young husband had been dying for this moment for three years! He wasted no time. He stepped forward and mercilessly thrust his aching, throbbing cock between her lips, shoving it all the way into the back of her throat heedless of her gagging groans of protest.
"Suck my cock! Suck it all since you like fucking so much!" he commanded above her. She felt the hugeness of his pulsing penis slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely. It began slowly screwing in and out of her face, gradually quickening in tempo until it matched that of Santori fucking into her from behind.
Franco Santori smiled. He had achieved his goal and now he could feel himself building toward the finale. He knew it would be soon and he began to fuck into her harder and faster, mercilessly battering the violently quivering cheeks of her buttocks with his hard driving hips and slapping balls she was still squeezing in her fingers.
Then his hands left her hair and gripped her waist hard, pinching the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He watched Dino's cock skewering into his young wife's lewdly ovaled mouth, his testicles bouncing against her chin, and the obscene sight made him feel as though his whole body would explode.
Anna worked in a daze as she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth by her husband's cock. Her ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her bent and tortured body, suddenly alive and burning with a devouring passion she had never known could exist ... She could not contain the uncontrollable waves of desire coursing through her veins. She could feel Dino's cock stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and moaned piteously around it a it thrust forward hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other cock skewering deep into her asshole.
Her husband writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as his jerking cock then began to erupt in the warm wet interior of her desperately sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of profanity rolling from his lips. The hot thick liquid of his cum squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water through a narrow stream and she sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm.
Dino lunged relentlessly into her again and again, his view of the double fucking she was getting increasing his pleasure. He groaned in frustration and anger at the obscene picture they made at the same time he felt his loins exploding with wrath that threatened to blow the top off his head.
It lasted for what seemed an eternity then it jerked a last long throbbing spasm and softened beneath her swirling tongue. His hands pulled her head still bobbing from Santori's merciless thrusts behind tight against his trembling loins, bracing himself to keep from staggering and falling.
Anna could feel his depleted cock softening further in her saliva and cum filled mouth, and then she heard a grunt from Franco Santori behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-crushing rush as the Mafia boss shoved his wildly throbbing cock as far as it could go in her widespread rectum and began spewing his hot boiling semen deep up in her nakedly helpless belly. She felt it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her anus until she thought she would burst. There were several convulsive jerks of his penis against the soft cheeks as his unending reservoir of cum continued shooting into her in rapid fire bursts.
And then it was Anna's turn! She was cumming! Her hand clutched desperately at the heavy pulsing balls back beneath, urging him to keep jerking up into her, so surprised and elated at the unheard of feelings of joy pumping through her loins that she opened her mouth wide gasping as if close to choking. Dino's now deflated cock slipped down from her lips and she cried again and again over his emptied loins.
"Jesus Christ ... I'm cummmming ... aaaaaahhh ... fuck me ... everywhere...!" Her body wildly arched up and jerked, holding back tight onto the pulsating, spurting cock embedded in her asshole, not moving but quivering and clenching around it in a sporadic pulsating rhythm, spewing her orgasmic fluid out around her hand on his balls beneath.
Franco Santori made one last vicious stroke that smacked his pelvis against her quiveringly upturned ass-cheeks like a wooden paddle and held it there shuddering his final, earth-shattering release. She twitched and trembled under him for a long moment longer and then it was over.
Anna collapsed limply forward away from him onto the hassock and his spent penis slipped wetly out of her asshole with a slight popping noise, thin rivulets of his white sperm oozing out of her expanded opening to trickle lewdly down her quivering white inner thighs.
Franco Santori glanced over at the tiny spent blonde. Something had happened to him. The vulnerable little wife had touched him. Wisely, he guessed that Dino and Anna's marriage had reached the point of no return and in a split second he wanted this little blonde Italian woman to be his wife. As if he had gone mad, he leaned over towards her and listened to his voice saying: "After we get rid of Dino, will you be my wife?"
Anna, flushed with sex, lifted her head and with a look of pure hatred shot at her husband whispered, "Yes, Franco."
