Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all give examples where one individual has been used for the advantage of another.
And when the victim is a young and innocent girl the story is so much the sadder. ...
Kitty Karini, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people-and particularly her father. After a long search for the father she has not seen since her childhood, Kitty finds herself caught in a complex web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to endure one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than a slave to the man she thought she loved.
DEFILED DAUGHTER-the shocking story of an innocent young woman learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
I lay back in utter bliss, the thick cock pounding my cunt, the hot breath filling my mouth. Strong arms clutched me like a baby, crushed my young body with the desperate passion of an older man. I gave myself up to it, surrendering my girlish body to the animal lust of this violent man. I loved it, reveled in it I was being fucked by a man I yearned for, a man I had dreamed about for twelve years. I was being fucked silly by my father.
"It is so good," I heard him say as he thrust into me. "We are so good, my baby."
My own passion was building to another peak, climbing for yet another orgasm. I could feel his prick within me, long and hard and thick like Italian sausage. His broad chest crushed my breasts, sent thrills of delight coursing through my body. I reached up and stroked the back of his head, tingling to the touch of his hair.
So this was the man, the irresistible man who had seduced my mother, whose cock had given her my brother and me. How could this loving creature be the man of her frightening tales, the villain of all those years of warning? For twelve long years I had dreamed of meeting him again, of finding him and my brother, and now it had happened. My mind whirled in confusion, thrilling simultaneously with passion. My father. My own father!
"O-h-h-h!" He groaned as a climax ripped his muscular body. The sound of his orgasm and the fury of his pounding triggered a like response in my body, and wave after wave of sexual excitement poured over my helpless soul. "O-h-h-h," he groaned, and echoed the lustful sound, grasping his back and shoulders as hard as he grasped me.
Together we rocked like that on the creaking bed, the scent of sex pervading my senses. Again and again I came, till finally the two of us ceased our thrusting and ground to a halt. He lay over me like that, his muscles slackening, his grip untensing.
There was long and peaceful silence, and then I heard the heavy and rhythmic breathing of a sleeping man.
My head sank back into the softness of the pillow and my eyelids drooped shut. Was all this really happening? How did it begin? I had come from Venice to this sunny Southern California beach town of the same name to find my father, not to meet the lover of my dreams. I had left my adopted homeland of Italy to find the father who had adopted my own country as his. Why then was I waking up in his bed, his powerful dick in my cunt?
I had only had time the day before to take a cab from the airport to the hotel in Beverly Hills, to leave my suitcase unopened and taxi to his combined art studio and apartment in shabby Venice. The landlady had told me where I could find him, and there he had been, sitting at his favorite table in his favorite bar.
As I entered the darkened dive, I saw immediately that he was the handsomest man I had ever seen. Twelve years in Italy had not prepared me for his dark good looks, nor had eighteen years of life readied me for the deep magic of his voice. We had embraced, and then we had talked over drinks.
He asked only once about my mother, if she were in good health, and I said she was. I told him why I had come, to meet him and my brother Luigi, to know the other half of my family. He smiled, and I thought I saw tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes. "My Kitty," he said.
"All these years I thought about no one but you. My little daughter. How lovely a child you were, and how beautiful a woman. Always I wished to see you, but the judge, he say no. He say, the mother shall take the daughter, and Tony shall have only his little boy, Luigi. Now we are all together again."
Instantly, I knew I would follow this man anywhere. At least I followed him out the door of that bar and down the street to his dingy painter's studio. I had heard that Venice Beach was where the artists hung out in Los Angeles. As we walked down the street, he held my hand and talked disparagingly about the people we had left behind in the bar. They called themselves artists, he said, but what they knew of art you could stick in a banbino's toosh. "The only way you can learn art is to stay in the studio and paint," he said. "Hour after hour, day after day. You cannot sit in the bar and talk about art."
I shook my head vigorously in agreement. Soon we had climbed the stairs to the loft that doubled as my father's studio and home. It was dark inside, but a light hung from the ceiling above his door. He started to turn his key in the lock, then suddenly stopped and took my face in both his hands. He tilted it back under the light.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "You are absolutely beautiful. A classic beauty." I didn't answer. I was mesmerized. My father at last, and he loved me. "You are going to be my model," he went on, "and you'll be perfect. Your face is exquisite, and though your body is covered with clothes, I know already how beautiful it is."
I was in love. There was no doubt about it. I was finally in love. After all those conceited Italian boys and silly American adolescents abroad with their parents, at last I had found a man. He was real, and he was my father.
"Now," he said tenderly, his eyes adoring and warmly looking into mine. "You are home."
He pushed open the door and bowed to me to go ahead. It was dark and kind of scary inside. I said, "I don't know the way. I'll follow you." I followed him on a wooden floor that creaked so loud I expected it to cave in any minute. There was a long narrow hallway painted bright pink with lights all the way along it. Big pink semi-abstract paintings lined both sides of the hall. Here and there I caught a glimpse of a big tit or a gaping snatch in a painting. Even the wood floor was painted pink. Suddenly, all the lights came on.
I know something about art, and I even dig some abstracts. I didn't see much in Tony's things. Just tits and cunts. But obviously he liked them and I was prepared to like anything he did. I tried to think of something nice to say about them, but thought better of it. My mother once told me if you can't say something nice, you're better off saying nothing at all.
We got to the room at the end of the hall. It was enormous. The studio and pad were one huge room after that long hall. There was a big wooden table in the center of the room with a lot of straight-backed chairs around it. A huge bed in one corner, a bathtub, sink and toilet side by side in another corner, and a stove at the other end with metal cabinets around it.
Everything was painted pink. The ceiling had a hugh skylight and the rafters were painted pink. The floor was in stripes about three feet wide in two shades of pink. I was dazed. Looking up I could see my reflection in the glass overhead, a little girl lost in a sensuous sea of flesh colors.
Everywhere in the loft there were pink canvases stacked atop one another. Others hung or leaned against walls. There were no sofas or any other furniture but the table, chairs and the bed.
It was a real artist's studio, my father's studio and maybe I was going to be his model. I walked around studying the paintings that were visible. There wasn't a single real figure in any of them. There were some feminine eyes, hands, arms, cunts, tits and asses set in great blobs of pink.
He went to one of the cabinets and brought out two glasses and a bottle of wine-rose-and set them on the table. For some reason I decided my father was going to change his style of painting pretty soon. He would start painting whole people. Or maybe he had been searching for a long time to get just the right model, the girl of his dreams or something like that.
"So," he said, pouring out two glasses of wine and handing one to me, "lef s talk. Would you like to be an artist's model?" I said yes. "Good," he came back. "Take off your clothes."
CHAPTER TWO
That's how it had started the night before. Now it was morning and I had just given my body to my father once again. He lay sleeping over me, and I brushed his cheek with a kiss. How I had thrilled to him, to his wide-eyed stare as he gazed on my naked body for the first time ... the first time, at least, since I was a little girl. How I had enjoyed baring myself to him. I closed my eyes, letting myself thrill once more to that experience.
"Come now," he had said, clapping his hands. "Without seeing you I cannot decide if you will be my model." I was sitting and trembling in my chair, my glass of wine in my hand. I took a quick swallow. "Surely you're not embarrassed! You are to be a model. The human body is the most beautiful thing in the world." He sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest "Your dress, please. Off with it."
I drained my glass, set it down and stood up. He reached over and refilled it. I thought, what the hell, and unzipped my dress and laid it over the back of the chair. I had a half-slip on, pantyhose, and thin panties on under the stockings. My bra was cut daringly low, at least I thought so, but he just shook his head.
"Why do you cover yourself so? I know already your breasts are magnificent Full and firm and upright. Why do you wish to bind them in that thing? Take it off!"
I was really digging him, and I was sure I was in love. But I was also a little nervous. I'm not used to men talking to me that way. I've had boys tell me I had a great body or things like that, but never the way he was talking. I took another slug of wine and unhooked my bra, slipped it off and put it on the dress. I could feel the hot flush of embarrassment on my face growing even hotter because I was now embarrassed over being embarrassed.
My father's eyes were fastened on my breasts and his voice was low and husky. "I knew it. I knew it. Splendid. Come here."
I had drunk the second glass of wine and it was warm and glowing inside my stomach. I was feeling pretty good about his attention and even a little proud of my body. I walked around the table swaying my hips slightly and stood in front of him.
His eyes never left my breasts. He raised his smooth, white hands and gently stroked my tits, barely touching them. His hand passed over the tops, around the sides, and then he held them in the palms of his hands, which were stretched out flat, and raised them slightly, as though he were weighing them.
"Lovely," he murmured. He leaned forward and sucked lightly on one nipple, his tongue moving around and around on the tip and then on the sides. I was almost trembling I was so excited by his touch. None of that rough rubbing or pinching boys did. I could feel the crotch of my panties dampen and the pantyhose sticking to my inner thighs as I looked down at his closed eyes and sucking mouth.
He opened his mouth wide and took as much of my breast in as he could, they sucked hard at it. I could feel the nipple inside his hot mouth and my knees were beginning to shake a little. My own father! He pulled the breast from his mouth, keeping it cupped in his hand, and turned to the other. Slowly he pressed, squeezing them gently in his hands so the nipples jutted out, hard and firm.
"If they were filled with milk, I would drink all night," he said. He sat back in his chair and let go of my tits. "Turn sideways. The profile." I turned and again he murmured, "Marvelous. So large and full, but still they stand up. You are not really American, Kitty. You are a European woman. Kitty Karini, the daughter of your father. Fair-haired and fair-skinned, but still a daughter of the old country in spirit."
I stood there, feeling absolutely wonderful, and even thrusting my chest out a little more, my hands at my sides.
He leaned over and pulled my slip down around my ankles. I had lost all embarrassment now. I don't know whether it was the wine or the way he talked or what, but I was intoxicated under his exploration.
His hands were hot against my skin. He slid one hand up my calf over the pantyhose and I could feel the heat right through the thin nylon. He sat back, spreading his legs apart, and rested his hands on his knees. I turned my head to look at him and he said, "Profile. I am studying the profile."
So I turned my head back and stared straight ahead at the pink wall. His hot right hand pressed lightly against my stomach right below my breasts and moved gently down, stopping at the waistline of my pantyhose. Then he pressed it over my stomach.
"Perfect," he said, "absolutely perfect. That lovely flat stomach of truly beautiful girls. All women should starve themselves so that their bellies are flat. There's not a trace of flabbiness on your body, Kitty. All perfect curves." He stroked my stomach again lightly.
I was tingling with excitement all over. My crotch was drenched and my nipples were straight out. I stood there tense, trying to keep myself from throwing my arms around his neck.
He rested his hot hand for a moment against my stomach right at the waistband of my pantyhose. He lifted the hand and placed it right below the waistband and held it firmly there for a moment. Then suddenly he lifted it again and placed it flat over my cunt and just held it there cupped over my swollen pulsating mound. I was almost out of my mind. I strained desperately not to shift to a position to yank off the rest of my clothes, certain that freeing my tight cunt lips and feeling the cool air on my groin would relieve something.
He raised his left hand and placed it firmly against my ass. He pressed front and back together and the heat was unbearable. I heard a low moan come from somewhere inside me, but he ignored it and murmured, "Exquisite! The symmetry is beyond my wildest dreams. I have had models, but nothing so perfect as yourself. I shall not let you leave me ever."
Tantalizingly, slowly, he rolled my pantyhose down over my buttocks down my thighs to my ankles. His hot hand slid down the back of my naked calf and I stood rigid under his touch. I was wild with desire and didn't want him to stop.
Bending over he gripped my ankle lightly and I raised it for him to slide the pantyhose off. Then the other leg. As he straightened up again I could feel his hot breath close to my bared skin, and goose pimples spread all over me.
He didn't seem to notice my shivers or how wet my crotch was when he rolled the stockings down. Or if he noticed, he said nothing about it. Again he placed his right hand over my cunt and his left on my buttocks. "I feel life. You are alive," he murmured. "You are a hot-blooded European woman, not like your mother. You love and you love deeply." His voice was low and sexy.
Mother was a blonde, typically American type. I guess that's why she was so attracted to him. Opposites attract. That was probably why she went to live in his homeland after the divorce, and why he wanted to stay in America. Each was looking for something. So was I.
"Turn," he said, placing me in front of him, his hands firmly planted on my hips. He looked at my face. I was staring down at him, flushed now with desire, feeling it in every nerve end and every inch of my body. "Shoulders back, neck straight, head straight ahead, feel straight, about a foot apart," he said rapidly.
I moved into the position he had directed, facing the far wall, my eyes locked to the pinkness, my body hot and rigid. His large hands slid in under both my arms and moved slowly down the sides of my body, pressing gently at my ribs, moving on to my waist, pressing again, then down to my hips at the line of my panties. He sighed. "Unbelievable."
Then very slowly my panties came down, Tony bending over as he pulled them to the floor, his hot breath close to my throbbing cunt. I lifted my feet automatically as he slipped them off and tossed them aside.
Still bent over, he gently gripped my ankles, feeling them, tracing his fingers on my instep, murmuring approval, then coming slowly up my legs, raising his head and stopping right in front of my cunt. I could feel his hot breath against my sopping twat, and I was inflamed with desire, with a pussy full of boiling cunt-juice.
He moved his head up further, his breath still hot against my skin, and stopped at my navel, examining it with his fingers. Then he sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "I cannot believe my good fortune. After years of searching everywhere, I find you in a lousy Venice bar." He shook his head in amazement. "There must be something wrong. I cannot be this lucky. I have never been this lucky. I must look at you some more."
He stood up suddenly in front of me. "Stand on the table!"
"The table?" I said.
But he ignored me. Pulling out a chair, he held my arm and helped me onto it, then onto the table. I stood there looking down at him, my cunt so wet I was beginning to get embarrassed again, certain he noticed the drops of juice glistening before him. My hot hole was level with his face.
"Stand here at the edge," He pulled my ankles lightly and I moved to the edge of the table, my feet close together. "Turn around, so that your back is to me." I turned obediently. He gripped both .my ankles lightly. "Open your legs very slowly, and I will tell you when to stop."
I moved my legs an inch at a time Until my legs were a little over a foot apart. He tapped me to stop moving, and then he walked very slowly a number of times around the table, sipping his wine, then refilling the glass, and drinking it down swiftly.
He picked up one of the chairs and put it on the table, the seat facing me. "Lean without bending your knees and lay your palms flat on the seat of the chair," he instructed me. I was beyond worrying or thinking about anything. I was afire. I was a robot responding to his commands.
He stopped at the side and gently fondled my breasts. Despite the searing passion that poured through me, my nipples had softened slightly. But the moment his hot palm touched them, they stiffened instantly. I stayed bent over, my palms pressing hard against the chair seat, and licked my dry lips. He walked slowly behind me and stood still, not touching me.
I felt my buttocks automatically squeeze tight, knowing he was looking at me. He moved his hands flat against the insides of my legs right up my thighs, stopping just short of my cunt. He gently kneaded the flesh between my legs and I spread them a little more, willing the hands up to my pussy.
His hands continued to stroke and squeeze my inner thighs, and my muscles relaxed under the massaging movement of his soft palms. Suddenly I felt his hot breath against my ass right at the crack and again my buttocks contracted tightly shut. He continued to massage and breathe against my backside.
It was the wildest sensation I had ever had, and my knees were quivering with the strain of not bending them. But despite the sensation I couldn't relax my ass muscles. He said nothing, but moved his hands lightly on my hot tingling skin to the back of my thighs and onto my ass, one hot palm on each cheek. His mouth was still close to my ass and I could feel his hot breath. It sounded heavy and seemed faster than before.
Lightly he shifted his hands on my buttocks, the palms still flat against my cheeks, but his fingers met at my tightly clenched ass, and gently pressed at the crack. I was really out of my mind. I wanted to relax, to do whatever his wonderful hands wanted me to do, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed.
His fingers pressed in, harder and harder. He spread the cheeks. He pressed his mouth close to my anus, his hot breath on my ass-hole, and then he was blowing in. The hot stream of air sent agonizing spasms of pleasure through me, yet I still clenched my buttocks, and he still continued to press them open.
And then I felt his hot, wet probing tongue lightly running up and down the crack, his hands still firmly pressing my buttocks open.
The touch of his tongue on my ass-hole exploded an orgasm in my cunt. It was everything I had dreamed of. I knew then that I was going to give my body to my father. I knew my own father was going to fuck the cherry out of my virgin cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Again my senses returned to the present. I lay there in the soft morning light, my father asleep beside me. While reliving the events of the night before, that strange night or turmoil, I felt the passion rising once more in my cunt. How good it had been with this man I was supposed to call Dad.
He had done things to me I never dreamed possible. Even now I could imagine his hot mouth on my ass-hole. My whole body had pulsed with excitement as Tony's tongue had moved up and down, right in the crack of my ass, and every spot the fiery tip touched had burned into me. ' It was the very tip of his tongue and it teased and tantalized my senses. Then it stopped midway and stayed there, right at the hole, and probed, pushing in and pulling back, not losing contact but pushing harder each time, till I felt my ass muscles give in.
He moved quickly into the little puckered hole, his fingers probing, his tongue in as far as he could get it The hot wet tool began moving in a circular movement, around and around inside the small opening in the crack. His lips pursed over it, and as he moved his tongue he sucked.
I was delirious. Completely out of my senses. Slowly my buttocks relaxed fully but he didn't rush. He gently slid his fingers .further in, pulling the cheeks all the way apart, moving his tongue in further, until he had my buttocks spread as wide as they would go.
The sensation was overwhelming. I was sure I was going to faint, that I couldn't stand another minute of it. The idea that it was my father's tongue in my ass gave it a special thrill I can't describe.
He slowly pulled his head away, and when the tongue withdrew I tried to clench my buttocks again, but his grip was firm and he kept me spread wide apart. He seemed to be studying my ass-hole a long time. His fingers were in as deep as they could go, and my cheeks were as wide as he could spread them.
Then he lowered his mouth again to my hot hole, moving first on the rim. My knees quivered from the touch of his hot tongue. Then he darted back and forth at the exposed tissues of the hole. He thrust his tongue right inside and kept pushing. I could feel it, further and further in.
The pressure at first felt almost painful, but with the heat of his mouth sucking over the tongue and the softness of the tongue inside, I soon lost the feeling of pressure. I was wildly insane and soaring with the touch of his tongue and I went right over the edge. I came again and again.
I know I moaned and jerked as my insides exploded, but he never said a word. He just kept his tongue right inside my ass-hole, except now he moved it slower and no longer sucked, just breathed that tantalizing hot breath on me.
My breath came back slowly, and when I was completely calmed, he slowly withdrew his tongue and moved his mouth back. Then he gently released my buttocks, pressing them close together, lovingly squeezing the soft flesh.
He moved his hands all over my ass and down my thighs, back up to my ass and up my back, almost like a massage. His hands came round my sides and tugged at my breasts as though he were milking me.
My nipples tingled and shot a current of electricity into my cunt and the warmth, the heat of desire was spreading through me again.
Slowly he slid his hands back to my ass and, resting his palms on my buttocks, tapped them gently. "Superb. I still cannot believe it," he said very softly. I didn't tell him I didn't believe it either. "Stand upright."
I stood on the table and stretched my tight muscles. I hadn't realized how stiff I was till I stood. He poured two more glasses of wine and suddenly said tenderly. "I must let you rest a moment. I am so carried away with your beauty that I did not even think of you. Sit down and drink some wine." He pointed to the chair on the table.
I sat down and swallowed my wine in one gulp. He lit two cigarettes and poured another glass. It was a relief to sit down and the second glass I sipped slowly.
He sat down. I was curious as to whether or not he had a hard-on, but he had neatly concealed it from me. When he had stood he was too close to the table for me to get a good look, and when he sat he crossed his legs.
I was amazed at how relaxed I felt. Here I was, sitting in a chair on top of the table, stark naked. He was fully dressed, and it didn't bother me at all. I decided I must really be cut out to be an artist's model after all.
I dragged on my cigarette and sipped the wine. Tony did too, but his eyes were on my cunt. I had my legs close together but I knew the swell of hair was visible.
My hair is naturally blonde, real light ash blonde, and my cunt hair is blonde too. All inherited from my mother. Every other girl I knew had black cunt hair, and when I was younger I was embarrassed about it. But I got over that when I found out how much it fascinated the boys.
The wine was good, a light flavor, and it felt warm inside my stomach mingling with the heat of my passion. I finished the glass and handed it to him. He quickly poured me another without speaking. He handed it to me and returned his gaze to my cunt.
I shifted slightly on my seat, parting my legs a tiny bit ... just wide enough so he could see the hair further down over the lips of my cunt. He looked up at me. His eyes looked hot and heavy and I shivered looking into them. His voice was low and husky. "Stand again, facing me now, the same upright position as before and I will tell you when to stop opening your legs." He snapped out the orders and I obeyed.
I stood, slowly opening my legs, until he tapped them lightly, indicating they were wide enough apart. I stared straight ahead and he walked around the table again several times. Then he asked if I could bend backwards, supporting my body with my hands on the chair seat. I leaned back, my arms at my sides stretched out in back of me, and gripped the edge of the chair.
My cunt was hot and wet and exposed. I was tingling, expectant, and breathing heavily. I stared at the ceiling, at my dim reflection in the dark skylight. He stood before me, looking down. His hands were moving over my hips so lightly I barely felt them. He moved them all over my lower stomach, my thighs, around to my buttocks, and back to my thighs again. My cunt was throbbing for his touch, but he stroked everywhere except there.
Then he pressed his palms on my hips, moving his fingers tantalizingly closer and closer to my cunt. I was almost gasping. He took his hands off and I suddenly felt two fingers on each side of my cunt lips. He slowly pulled them apart and stared into my wet pink cunt. He held the lips wide apart, one finger on each, and I could feel the pull.
He smiled. "My daughter's still a virgin," he said with obvious pleasure. "A lovely virgin." For some reason he took off his shirt and bared his broad, manly chest.
Both his thumbs pushed in lower to my cunt hole and I could feel his prodding fingers pushing against my membrane. My eyes were shut tight, lost in this new, wild sensation that I had dreamed about.
At last I felt his hot breath close to my exposed clit. He blew air steadily up and down the hairless insides of my cunt. And then his tongue moved in, teasingly, the tip barely touching my searing skin. It moved lightly around and around my clit. I heard myself moaning, "Touch it, touch it!"
He continued to tease, and just as I thought I was going completely mad, his hot tongue concentrated on the clit itself, moving the quivering little mound from side to side. I was in complete ecstasy.
The pleasure was unbearable. I moaned, my hips moving toward him, and he pressed his arms against my thighs to keep me down. Then he sucked. His mouth had closed around my clit, and he released my cunt lips and the delicious heat of his mouth stayed inside my cunt. His hands came around beneath my buttocks and he wedged a shoulder between my legs, never letting go of my clit.
I slid one leg over his shoulder and then the other. My bare legs were on both his shoulders, my thighs pressed tightly against his head. His hands slid up my back and raised me, then down to the table so my back was flat, my cunt in his mouth, his fingers moving into my ass.
My body was going furiously, jerking and grinding and hunching. I couldn't get enough of his hot mouth. But he wouldn't let me come. His mouth was there all right, but he would stop the tongue movement and the sucking every time I was almost there.
He had one hand on my ass, flat against the crack, the middle finger pushing deeply into my ass-hole. The other hand had moved away for a few minutes, I had no idea where, when suddenly it was in my cunt, pushing deeper and deeper beneath his sucking mouth. I felt something give. There was a sharp pain, then pleasure.
I was coming this time. I couldn't stop. Every part of my groin was on fire under the pressure of fingers, mouth and tongue. I cried out again and again as the spasms rolled over me from head to . toe. My feet banged wildly against his back. As the last spasm surged out of me, he raised his head, quickly looking down at me, and I felt a sharp pain as he shoved my legs wide apart, holding a calf in each hand. I jerked with the pain, looking up at him
He was smiling triumphantly down at me. It was a hard smile, and his face looked almost cruel. Then I felt his cock right at my cunt hole. He was still holding my legs apart and looking down at himself now. His prick stuck out of the fly of his pants.
With one sharp thrust his cock pierced into me, right up to the hilt. I could feel his balls against my ass. My father was fucking me! His cock was huge and filled every inch of me. I could feel the tip pressing deep inside me.
He paused for a second, eyes half-closed, savoring the feel of my cunt. I contracted my muscles tightly around him. He smiled. He felt it and I was pleased. I was pleasing my father. Then he started banging into me. Faster and faster.
He raised my legs in the air, bringing them close together, but never stopping his furious movement. I forgof everything, my mind a blank. I was moaning and writhing, certain he was tearing me apart and I would never be the same. I came in soaring waves, again and again, my fluid pouring out of me, draining me. Then it was over. Exhausted, I lay still, my eyes closed.
Gradually he withdrew, held my legs upright for a moment, and smiled down at me. "You have a perfect body," he said. "You must stay with me and be my model always."
CHAPTER FOUR
Now, the following morning, he was fully awake once more. All I wanted to do was lie back and dream a little longer, but he slapped my ass lightly and said, "Daughter, fix my breakfast."
I got up. I had to go to the bathroom, but I looked over at the unprivate setup in the corner, and decided to hold off. I was still eating when he finished his breakfast. I decided to try a little wine too. It was great in the morning. I usually didn't eat too much in the morning, but this morning I ate everything in sight including two big pieces of Italian bread.
He sat in his chair, his arms folded, watching me eat. I really had to pee when I finished. Well, what the hell, I decided. I went over and sat down on the toilet. He had turned sideways in his chair and-to my embarrassment-was watching me. I sat there awkwardly, my knees close together.
I peed in short spurts, trying to make as little noise as possible, and he laughed loudly. I didn't look at him, kept my eyes on the floor, and crumpled up some toilet paper. When I looked up at him, my face reddened. He was looking at me, a big grin on his face. I shoved the paper between my legs, wiped my cunt and dropped it in the toilet. Then I got up, flushed the toilet, and went back to the table.
"Kitty, I have never seen a woman piss that way," he laughed, and I glared. I sat down at the table, drank another glass of wine and ate another piece of bread. "Now, my daughter, when you have cleaned up," he gestured about the whole room, "you will go to your hotel, pack your things and bring them here. Luigi is out of town, and you can stay here."
"Okay by me," I shrugged.
He picked up a magazine and began to read. I cleared the table, washed the dishes and made the bed. Then I started to dress.
"The floor," he snapped. "The broom is in the so corner closet." He didn't even look up when he spoke.
I put my clothes down on the bed, got the broom and swept. I wasn't sure I was going to move in, I decided all of a sudden. I dressed quickly and he set the magazine down and gazed at me. Then he looked at his watch. "It is ten-thirty," he said. "You will be back with your things at one. Not a minute later."
I didn't answer and he opened his magazine again. I said, "Good-bye, Dad."
He smiled at me. "One o'clock, daughter."
I left the building and found a cab. I'd been staying at the Beverly Hilton, quite a difference from my father's dump near Venice Beach. I got there in about half an hour, and I went in and flung myself down on the bed. Some night! I'm not moving in with Dad, I decided. He's a monster.
Yet, the more I lay there, the more I thought about him and that fantastic mouth, the more I felt the heat spreading in my groin. There's something special about sex with your father. I fingered myself for a while, but it felt awful. I couldn't do a thing for myself after that. And then there was my brother Luigi. The last time I saw him he was seven. After all these years, I had to meet him again.
By twelve-thirty I was hastily packing my suitcase with my few changes of clothes and makeup. A few days certainly couldn't hurt, I decided. I got another cab back to the loft and arrived at the door at one-thirty. It was open and I walked in.
Tony was dressed and scowling. He walked right across the room and slapped me across the face. I was so stunned I didn't even cry out. "When I say one o'clock, that is what I mean. One o'clock. You are fifteen minutes late."
I was shaking all over and scared. Grab your bag and get out of here, I told myself.
"Prepare my lunch!" he ordered.
And so it began, my life with Tony. Though father and daughter, we set up housekeeping as man and wife. He would order me around, but that was only during the day. My nights were what kept me there. He could fuck me silly, and he often did. I would suck his thick cock till it came in hot, sticky spurts that I gulped down greedily. Sex with my father was heavenly, and I completely neglected to write my mother in Italy. What could I say? I'm living with Dad and he fucks my twat till it bleeds? I lick his ass-hole and he licks mine? He sucks my cunt?
I didn't dig the pushing around, though, and one day-about a week after I moved in snuck out and got drunk. Returning home, at the front door, I wavered. I saw him beating me to death and no one knowing what had happened to me. Dumped in a canal, weighted down with rocks. My mother wouldn't look for me, saying to herself I had just gone my way. Still, I went in and closed the door behind me.
Tony was sitting at the table with a glass of wine, looking very sad and very pale. I stood still, right in front of the door and looked at him, waiting for the rage I expected to pour from him at any moment.
Slowly and dramatically he raised his face to me. "So it is you. Even you." He lowered his head again.
I was completely knocked cold. Here I am, ready with a big speech about obedience and the like, expecting him to belt me across the room and he says, "Even you."
Something was up. That I knew. Something had happened. Some new, totally fucked-up situation was in the works. I knew Tony's mood well enough already to be sure of that. I didn't know what it was, but I was wary. Careful, Kitty, I said to myself, careful. "Even me what?" I asked in a low voice, trying to sound casual.
He still didn't move, keeping his eyes lowered, one hand on his wine glass, twisting it around. I walked across the room, got a glass myself and poured some wine. Then I sat down at the table. "So? What's the matter?"
Now it would come, I thought. Here's the shit-storm.
"Even you desert me. Walk out on me. Leave me to suffer alone with no one, not even you here willing to comfort me." His voice was sad and low, and he sounded like he was going to cry any minute.
Easy girl, I thought, easy. "I felt like going out," I said, determined. "I took a long walk and had a few drinks." I decided not to mention the drinks till the last minute.
But again, instead of screaming, he merely shook his head. "Yes. Of course. That is you. Always thinking of yourself. All you care about me is my big cock. I am your stud. Never, when I am with crisis, do you think about me. Your mother was like that."
I felt a little guilty. I had admitted to myself back at the bar that it was that big cock that kept me here, taking all his shit. And here he was, socking it to me. Then I realized I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. What crisis? He sighed deeply and poured another glass of wine.
I lit a cigarette and took a long drag on it. "Would you mind telling me what the big fucking crisis is?" I said as coolly as I could.
He raised his face again. His eyes looked a little wet. "Today, I go out of the house. I return two hours later and my woman is gone. She has deserted me." He took another swallow of his wine.
His woman, I thought. What is this woman stuff? I came to visit my father, and it was his idea to fill my pussy every night with a cock half as thick as his arm. I used to believe fucking your father was wrong.
"Do you not think of me as your man?" he asked. For a second his voice was back to the old flashing anger. The eyes glinted. "Do I not care for you as a husband? Feed you, clothe you, protect you?"
I was so busy trying to figure out what was behind all this that I didn't mention that I'd been there about a week and he hadn't clothed me in anything, and that if you ate spaghetti all the time, two could eat as cheaply as one, or that locked up inside the room all day I didn't require much protection. My mouth was hanging open.
"So you need a piece of paper, eh! You are like all the American women. But it is the system in your country. They told me that today."
I took a deep swallow of my wine and another drag on my cigarette. "Who's they?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.
"The fucking immigration people. The dirty immigration bastards in their ugly suits and cheap vinyl briefcases under their arms and a marshal beside them. Today, while you had deserted me, they wanted to take me away today. The fucking cunts!"
"I don't understand," I said slowly. Immigration people? What did they have to do with anything?
"No. You don't understand. The only thing you understand is when I make your cunt happy. That is all you care about me. Perhaps that is all I deserve." Tears welled in his eyes and one trickled out of each corner.
I was stupefied, and I felt awful. All the earlier drinks and the wine caught up to me. All his lovely fucking and sucking came back to me, making my cunt tingle, making me want to comfort this man who was both father and lover to me. I jumped up, ran around the table and held his head to my tits, stroking his hair and telling him how much I cared for him. I would do anything, anything for him.
He sniffled slightly, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. He hugged me tenderly, stroked one breast. "My Kitty. Forgive me. I am so upset. Those shits got to me."
"Tell me what happened. Tell me everything," I begged.
I knew nothing about immigration laws, except that there are quotas of some kind or another. I still don't know how they're set or regulated or what. Anyway, he began to talk in this low, sad, and sometimes shaky voice, like he was going to break down and cry any minute.
He told me he had been in this country past the date of his latest visa and the he had been applying all the while for permanent residence. His boyhood dream was to become a citizen of this great country. I was fascinated. I sat there spellbound, taking in every word. The great moment had come two days ago. They were to reach a decision on his application. "They sent out a team of spies, investigators they call them. They found us living in sin." They had rejected his application.
I was aghast. His love for me had ruined him. He knew that it would. He had spent his whole life searching for the perfect woman, found her, and now he was ruined by her. He could not let me go and Immigration did not approve of him living with a woman.
Of course, I believed every word of all this. I shouted mad protests, and wanted to run out and wire a Congressman. "We'll do something!" I said. There had to be something we could do, some way we could fight these fiends. There had to be.
He thanked me tenderly, his eyes wet again, and told me there was nothing that could be done. In fact, they had wanted to take him that very day, but had finally decided to give him ten days to get his affairs in order and leave the country. He was pissed as hell.
With that he stood and took me in his arms, saying at least we will have ten more days together. I was weeping too. How could they do this? There must be something we could do, someone we could call. I was hurling crazy suggestions and solutions at him as fast as they came to mind.
Suddenly his whole expression changed. "You love me! You really love me," he said, his voice full of wonder and his eyes burning into mine.
Of course, I told him I had loved him from the first moment I had seen him and I wasn't going to give him up. I would go back with him to Italy and later we would somehow get back to America, to Venice Beach.
"Perhaps," he said, his voice very thoughtful-sounding, "perhaps there is a way." Then he shook his head. "No. It would probably never work."
"We have to try something, anything. We have to try whatever's possible. We have to do something!" I shouted at him.
He sat and pulled me down on his lap. His hand went up my skirt, under my panties, into my cunt. His voice was excited and his eyes glowed. "What troubled them is that we were living in sin. If we went and got married tonight, ran away to Vegas and got married, then I could go to their office tomorrow with the license and say, "There, we are married. We are no longer living in sin.' They would reconsider their decision.
"Marvelous!" I shouted. My name had been legally changed to my mother's maiden name. We could do it. "Of course, why didn't I think of that?" I said as Tony worked his finger in my wet pussy. "It's so simple. They couldn't say no!" It never occurred to me that the obvious solution was for me to move away till the whole thing was straightened out. No, we had to get married.
"You would do that for me?" he asked. "You would many your father?" His voice was incredulous.
"Marry you? Of course I'll marry you. I love you."
We kissed passionately and I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and rubbed his back as we kissed. I imitated the motion of his finger in my cunt. He pushed me away smiling. "Later. Later we will do that in our wedding bed. Now I will make the arrangements."
He ran to the telephone and dialed a number. I grinned blissfully at him and poured myself another glass of wine. I had a mission in life. I was going to save my father. He would become a famous artist, and he would love me forever.
I heard him ask for Luigi. Then he began to speak in a slang brand of Italian, which I didn't understand completely. It may have been a Sicilian dialect. He talked with great bubbling enthusiasm. He was gesturing wildly with his hands all the time. Suddenly his voice got hard and cold, and I felt panicky. What was his son telling him? ... not to do it? ... that it would never work? It sounded like they were bargaining over something. They sounded like two merchants I had seen once in an Italian movie.
But then he laughed, his voice warm and friendly. He hung up the phone and turned to me smiling. "It is all set. We go to Las Vegas."
CHAPTER FIVE
That night we fucked like minks. I lay naked on my back on the old bed, and Tony came to me, nude, his cock thrust out like a flagpole. He came from the foot of the bed, knelt, and dipped his sweating face into my hot cunt. His tongue snaked from his mouth, burrowed into my hole, licked the delicate inner lips and then found the clit.
The touch of his tongue-tip on my love button triggered wave after wave of exploding passion that inundated me and made me forget everything. He cunt-lapped me for the longest time, then crawled atop me and shoved his thick piece of meat into my come-dripping cunt. He began pounding me, thrusting his dick in and out of my pussy with power and lust.
I loved it! This is what had been keeping me with Tony. This is what had turned me on to screwing my own Dad. I loved it. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed in passion. "O-h-h-h! Fuck me. Father!"
He fucked me till I came five or six times more, and then he came, his hot spunk bursting into me in blast after steamy blast, till we both collapsed into a deep sleep. And then it was morning. When I awoke, Tony stood over me grinning. He handed me a box, saying it contained my wedding dress. I opened the box, and I must say I was a little startled.
It was a lace see-through mini-dress that showed just about everything. There were two tiny little woven pieces of cloth at the nipples and a small triangle of the same material level with the cunt. The back had a small thin line that was supposed to cover the ass crack. It wasn't exactly my idea of a wedding dress.
"You shall wear nothing under it," he declared. "I want the world to see your cunt."
"Nothing?" I was horrified. I would be naked in it.
"Nothing," he said firmly. "Your tits are magnificent, your blonde hair so fine and silky, I will not have any of it covered."
At Tony's urging I took a quick shower, fixed myself all up and put on the see-through wedding dress. There was a knock at the door and Tony ran to it, throwing it open. He greeted Luigi with a hug and a kiss in the open doorway. The first sight of my brother in twelve years scared the hell out of me. He looked like I imagined a mobster would look. He was lean, muscular and dark, very dark. His skin was swarthy and his eyes gleamed. His black curly hair was as oily-looking as the skin of a lizard. He was a year older than I, nineteen.
Luigi came inside. Tony kept his arm over his shoulder. "Luigi, my son, this is Kitty, my daughter and my beautiful bride. Have you ever seen a more beautiful woman?"
Luigi was leering at me. It was definitely a leer and I felt nervous under his stare. His eyes roamed all over me and I could feel them taking the thin dress right off me. He nodded affirmatively and said something to Tony in that slang Italian they spoke over the phone.
Tony laughed and clapped his hands. "Wine, my bride. Wine for my son."
I smiled, relieved at his unconcern over Luigi. Everything would be all right. I went quickly for a glass, and when I turned, Luigi was staring at me, not at my face, but at my cunt. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach. My brother wants to fuck me.
I went quickly to the table and poured the wine, pressing against the table edge so he couldn't see my half-naked pussy. Tony came quickly around the table in back of me and circled his hands around my waist, pulling me away from the table. As he did, I felt the dress shift upward.
He nuzzled my ear softly, his tongue darting in and out, and I felt the heat in my groin spreading again. His hands around my waist slid up, and I could feel their heat under my breasts through the thin cloth.
My nipples tingled and I looked at Luigi His hot . eyes were glued to my boobs and he had a cruel smile on his full lips. I looked down, and to my horror both my nipples were jutting out through the lace, the tiny patches pushed above them from the way Tony held me.
I tried to push him away but he held me firmly and I pulled at the hem of the dress to lower it. Luigi said something again in that strange Italian dialect and Tony looked down at me. My face was flushed and I looked at him pleadingly.
"Cora mia, you are too modest. Luigi says you are magnificent." I didn't say anything. My stomach felt awful. "You know something, Luigi," he said. "She is a true blonde. Not a bleached phony, my bride. A true blonde. Look!"
To my horror he lifted me up from the floor, wrapped a leg around to pull my legs apart, and raised the dress. My blonde cunt went on full view. "Tony!" I cried out.
But he held me firmly and Luigi leered. "She is so modest, my wife," he said.
Then he set me down and released me. "Tony," I said again. "I ... I ... " How could I put it?
"Luigi? You are ashamed in front of your brother? You who are to be my mode! and my wife? I want the world to know of your beautiful body. And Luigi is my family."
Luigi laughed. "You're okay, cunt," he said, his voice sexy and deep. It made his smile seem less leering, his language less coarse, and it made me feel a little better. I guess he called all girls cunt.
I smiled at him. "I guess I'm just not used to the ways of Italian men, even after all the years over there," I joked.
Before long we set off for Vegas in Luigi's old car. He knew exactly where he was going. We didn't stop once, and hit Vegas in about five hours. The car pulled up in front of a long, low brick building. It looked like some official building. Tony and Luigi went inside, telling me to wait in the car.
Tony came out a few minutes later with a paper for me to sign. I wanted to read it first, but he said there was no time, just sign it. He said it was the license. I signed and he went back inside. It seemed as if they had some friend in the license bureau, some connection. Everything had been done in advance. There was no medical checkup or anything.
A little while later they both came out and got back into the car. We drove off and arrived at a tiny chapel on the Strip with a sigh on the lawn saying "Heavenly Marriage Chapel."
I was a nervous wreck, and when the car stopped I took several more swallows of the brandy Tony had. This wasn't exactly how I had figured my wedding would be. I felt lonely and almost desperate. I sat back deep in the seat wishing I could disappear.
They got out of the car and Tony opened the back door, smiling at me. He offered his hand to help me out and I looked at him in fear. "Come, my bride!" he said tenderly, and as though in a trance I stepped out of the car.
We went inside and the whole thing was over in two minutes. The Justice of the Peace was an ugly little man with an Italian accent, and his wife was Matron of Honor. Still in a trance, we were outside before I knew it and in the car again. Me in the back, my new husband up front, ignoring me completely.
We pulled into a large motel and a swarthy-looking man rushed out and there was a big reunion between the three of them. No one even looked at me in the back seat. The bride. I was almost in tears. Luigi got back into the car and pulled it up in front of one of the doors. "Come on," he said to me.
The motel man was unlocking the door. Tony and Luigi opened the truck, took several bags out and carried them inside. I got out slowly and looked up at the place, a crumbling facade with a broken sign reading "A Little Bit of Milan." It wasn't the MGM Grand, I shrugged to myself, but it was our honeymoon nest. Feeling numb, I strolled through the front door. We went into a large, tacky suite. There was a dingy sitting room with doors opening off it to a bedroom and a bath. The motel man gave a long low whistle as he looked me over and said something to the others. Tony and Luigi laughed loudly and Luigi pinched my ass. I was horrified. "Please!" I shouted hysterically.
Tony frowned and said something to Luigi, who just waved his hand in the air. The motel man gave me another once-over and left, closing the door behind him. Tony went into the bathroom and Luigi made drinks. I sat down nervously. Luigi looked over at me with that smile and said, "Here, cunt." He offered me a full glass.
I walked nervously over to him and held out my hand. He gave it to me and when I took it, he shoved his two hands down my dress, roughly grabbed hold of both my tits and squeezed.
I jumped back so fast, I slopped the drink. "What's the matter, baby?" he asked. I was speechless. What did he mean, what's the matter? Where was Tony?
Tony came out of the bathroom smiling. He walked over to me, took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, saying something to Luigi as we went. He closed the door and kissed me tenderly again. He told me Luigi was the only real close family here in this strange country. I said what about the cousins and nephews he'd told me about, but he ignored my words. He went on to say I shouldn't mind the Italian way. All men pinched other men's wives. This was our wedding and we were going to have a party, the three of us. I should stop acting like a child. I was a woman, his wife.
I couldn't think of anything to say. I was nervous and I had never heard of anything like this before. After all, I lived in Italy for twelve years and never run into a couple of characters like these two. Maybe mother had sheltered me.
Tony turned, opened a suitcase and pulled out a sheer nylon black negligee that you could see right through. He tossed it on the bed and told me to put it on and join the party. He went out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I sat down on the bed. I didn't know what to do, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what went on too much. I didn't move for a long time, just sat there trying to figure out what I could do.
The bedroom door opened suddenly and Tony was standing there, his face hard and cold. "Get out here! In that!" And he closed the door again.
I was scared. Really scared. I decided I'd better do what he said, and I changed quickly. The negligee was sexy. No doubt about it. It was so sheer you could see my cunt hairs through it. It was short. It barely covered my ass in the back.
The door opened again and Tony nodded to me. I looked at him in the mirror. I suddenly felt angry and I don't know where I got my nerve. "You really want your bride on display like this?" I said with a slight sneer.
He stepped inside the room, closed the door behind him and leaned against it. His face was hard, his smile cold. "You," he said sharply. "You are my wife now for good reason. And you will do as you are told." I felt scared again, and he laughed. He saw it in my face. "Now get out here."
I followed him out of the bedroom and Luigi looked me over again. They sat at the table drinking steadily and talking. I sat in a corner trying to keep my negligee pulled down, drinking pretty rapidly myself, trying to calm my nerves.
The only attention Tony paid to me was to give me a fresh drink every time it was empty, which worried me because it was certainly out of tune with what else was going on. Still, I needed the booze. Suddenly, Luigi pushed his chair slightly away from the table and said, "Come here, cunt. Join the party." He patted his lap.
I shook my head. "I'm fine," I said nervously, and Tony frowned and clapped his hands at me. I got up slowly and walked over to Luigi. He pulled me close to the table and raised my negligee in the back as he sat me down on his lap.
I could feel his hot fingers against my ass and I was scared and horrified at the same time. My own brother! He and Tony continued talking in their private brand of Italian, and Tony never looked at me, even though I had my eyes fixed on his. Luigi had one hand kneading my exposed ass and the other gently squeezing my breasts through the sheer nylon.
I was surprised his touch was so gentle. I had thought it would be horrible, and I could feel my nipples stiffening. Tony got up and went to the bathroom again and Luigi swiftly pulled open the front of the negligee, down to the waist, and raised one of my full breasts to his mouth. I shook, but sat there. His mouth was hot and he sucked gently. Despite my fear and the horror of the whole thing, it felt good. I could feel my cunt moistening and his cock growing erect in his pants. It was pressing against my thigh.
Tony came out of the bathroom, made another round of drinks and sat down, oblivious to Luigi's mouth on my breast. Luigi released my tit and said, "She's sure got a pair of tits."
Tony nodded and sat down. Luigi slid his hand down, forced it between my tightly clenched legs and poked at my cunt. He laughed out loud. "She's okay," he said approvingly to Tony, "her box is already wet. That's how I like 'em. Hot"
He moved his hand up, took one of mine and pressed it against his hard-bulging pants. "I'm going to take care of that hot little pussy."
Tony just grinned, drained his drink, and said, "I'm hungry. I'm going to get something to eat." He picked up the keys to Luigi's car.
I blurted out, "I'm hungry too. I'll go with you."
"Don't worry, cunt," Luigi said. "I got something for you to eat." He laughed. "It's my dick."
I looked desperately at Tony, but without a backward glance he went out the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Luigi pushed me off his lap and began to unzip his pants. I looked at him, terrified. "I can't!" I shouted.
He laughed. "Baby, Luigi gets his share. I like a little struggle now and then, even from my sister."
He stood up, dropped his pants and shorts, and kicked them off. His cock was huge and stiff. For a lean man, he had a big thick one. His thighs were hairy and the balls hung low. I stared at it, stunned, suddenly realizing that Tony knew this was happening. He had left me with his son.
Luigi grinned. "Big one, eh? You're going to like my cock." He sat down on the edge of the chair, his thighs wide apart. I grabbed my negligee tight around me and stepped back several feet.
"Give it a kiss and show me how much you like big cocks. Come on, baby." I stared, speechless. His eyes gleamed. "That's what I like, a little spirit." He jumped up and grabbed me so fast I was amazed. For a big guy he could move. He took both my wrists and yanked them away from my negligee, which fell open. He twisted my arms behind my back and spread his legs wide. His hard cock touched my thighs.
"You're hurting me," I said softly.
"Get down on your knees and suck it, baby, and I won't hurt you any more." He pulled a little harder at my arm and I knelt quickly. He let go of my arms as I went down and positioned himself in front of me, his thick legs wide apart. I stared at the cock in my face.
I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me, encouraging me. I realized that I had no choice and that I wouldn't get hurt if I just went along with everything. I reached and tilted his thick cock in the air and kissed it slowly. It had a strong clean smell, and it wasn't bad.
I kissed up and down the hard shaft, beginning to enjoy myself. When Tony made love to me, I never got to do anything for him that turned me on like this. Maybe it was because Luigi was only nineteen.
"That's good, cunt. That's good," he moaned. His sexy voice was nice, and with my eyes shut I forgot he was my brother.
Slowly I took the full fat knob into my mouth, feeling a tiny drop of bitter juice on the tip. I played with the tip a long time, sucking and caressing it with my tongue moving around and around the hard rim that separated the cockhead from the shaft.
I could feel his legs stiffen and the muscles in his thighs were rigid. I was enjoying what I was doing to him. The power of a woman. I loved his big, thick cock.
He put his hands gently on either side of my head and pushed against my mouth, trying to get his prick in further. But I was running the show and I was going to tease him for a while longer. He pushed some more, but then he stopped pushing. He tipped my head so he could see me suck his cock.
I took another inch of it in my mouth, moving it around and around, tightly gripping the sides of his cock with my sucking cheeks. I moved my tongue wildly on the throbbing veins in the underside. I slipped my hands up and gently squeezed his full, hairy balls. They were enormous, and he moaned as I played with them.
It occurred to me that if I sucked him off I'd feel better than if I actually fucked with him. I didn't understand what was going on and why Tony had done this to me, but I would think about that later. Right now, Luigi was my problem. I figured if I only sucked him off instead of fucking him, I'd feel cleaner.
I slid more of his cock into my mouth, and moved one hand around to his ass, searching for his hot hole, the other hand moving from ball to ball. He was groaning above me, gripping the sides of my head tightly. Then he tried to pull his cock out of my mouth. "I've got to shoot my load, baby. Let go and I'll shoot it onto you."
I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing his gooey spunk splatter all over my face. I took his cock right up to the hilt, feeling the tip pressing into my throat, almost choking me, but I kept sucking, both hands now around his ass and pulling him to me. He groaned loudly above me and I felt the hot liquid spurting into my throat. I swallowed, sucking all the while, draining him dry. And when his cock grew softer in my mouth, I released it and sat back on my haunches.
He was still breathing heavily but seemed calmer when he spoke. "For once that bastard father of mine was right. A pair of gorgeous tits and a mouth too." He shook his head, went back to the table and sat down.
I stood up, tied my negligee tightly around me and went over to the table where I picked up my drink. I was hoping he'd put his pants back on, but he didn't. He just sat there bare-assed and drank.
I sat down opposite him and lit a cigarette. I wished Tony would get back. Even though he had arranged this whole scene I still felt a little safer with him around. I figured the best thing would be to talk to Luigi for a while. I didn't want his cock in my cunt.
I asked him if he knew the rest of Tony's family in the States. He laughed and told me, "In a way. In a way everybody knows everybody else in the Karini family. We're close." He laughed.
He didn't volunteer anything and I had to keep asking him questions to keep the conversation going. I asked him if he really thought the marriage would work with the immigration people. He looked surprised and said of course it would. It was all arranged.
I was a little startled, and getting a little mad at myself. I had to admit that there was a hell of a lot going on that I didn't know about, and as I began to get angry about it, I started thinking about the talk Tony and me were going to have when he got back. Then I realized Luigi's eyes were on my tits again, and I searched frantically for something else to say. He said, "Got to hand it to him. Not only does he solve his problems, but he gets a cunt like you." He shook his head admiringly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Nothing. Come here, cunt."
I took another sip of my drink and tried to figure out some way not to go over to him.
"I feel too good to struggle, cunt. Come on," he said, his voice low and sexy. I couldn't think of anything. I stood slowly and walked around the table. I was relieved to see his cock still limp. "Show me your cunt, girl."
I just looked at him. He reached up a strong hand and pulled my gown open. He looked again at my tits and touched them lightly, squeezing the nipples. He pulled one breast to his mouth and sucked noisily. I looked down at him sucking, hating his face and greasy head of hair, but as he sucked I felt the heat start in my crotch and forgot about my dislike. Besides, he was my brother.
He raised his head and looked at me, his eyes hot. "Stand up on the chair, baby, and spread those gorgeous legs." I could see his cock beginning to stiffen a little, and I stood up on the chair with my legs apart
"Put one up on the table and show me, baby," he said, his voice husky.
I raised my left leg up on the table and my blonde cunt faced him. He stared at it, wetting his full thick lips with his tongue. I'd had quite a few drinks and I was beginning to enjoy his look. I stroked my thighs slowly, slipped my fingers up to my blonde cunt and slowly opened the lips to give him a good look at my clit. My cunt was wet and I sucked in my stomach, thrusting my cunt out toward him.
He pulled his chair closer to me so he was right up to my cunt, and I watched him. His cock was half-hard, and as he stared at my cunt he began to stroke it slowly with one hand. I pinched my cunt lips tighter and pulled them as wide as I could. My clit was throbbing as I felt the heat spreading through me.
His cock was fully hard now and looked huge and thick. His eyes were almost glassy, staring at my cunt, and I was really enjoying myself. He let go of his cock and patted the table lightly. "Lie down here."
I stepped over onto the table and sat down on it, facing him. He was too tall to fuck me on the table comfortably.
His hands on my thighs were gentle. I laid back on the table and he pulled me right to the edge of it. My legs hung over the edge and he went swiftly to the couch and took a cushion from it. He slid it under my lower back, so my ass was off the table and my legs hanging over the edge. He parted my thighs, looking down at my cunt for a moment. He pushed my legs further apart till I felt a strain in my thighs. He pressed his elbows againt them to hold them apart, and pulled at the curve of my buttocks to open my hot, wet cunt-hole wide.
He moaned, looking down, and I tingled all over. His tongue thrust, deep into the hole, and I could feel the hard stubble of his cheeks rubbing against my inner thighs. I struggled, trying to close my thighs around his head, but his elbows held me there. His tongue was deep in my hole, probing and pushing, his full lips closed around it, sucking noisily. He pushed at my clit with a finger till it brushed his wet mouth.
The sensation was wild. Tony had sucked me, but never so far inside my hole, and my nerve ends were twitching wildly. I moaned and hunched my hips, trying to get my legs closer to him. As he tongued, he slid me on the table close to the corner. I was on the very edge, and he got one of my legs over the side of the table, wrapping it around the table leg.
I kept it there even though I wanted desperately to enfold his head with my hot thighs. His free hand was already working at my ass, squeezing my buttocks gently, probing and pushing. His finger slid into my hot ass-hole. It felt like when Tony did it with his tongue that first day.
I exploded, bursting out all over in spasms of relief, moaning and gasping, and then my muscles were still. I readied out a hand and pushed gently at his head. He kept his tongue moving, and within seconds I felt myself growing hotter all over again. I moaned softly and he withdrew his head. His eyes were really hot and glassy and he licked his lips and pulled off his shirt. He had a huge hairy chest and a flat belly. I liked his chest a lot.
He pulled me up from the table and hugged me tightly, mashing my breasts against his chest. His chest was hard as steel and so was his stomach. I wasn't surprised. I expected it to feel strong.
"I'm a big man, cunt," he said hoarsely. "Come on. Let's fuck."
He dragged me into the bedroom to the bed. I forgot all about feeling better if we didn't actually fuck. He lay on his back and I straddled him. His huge cock filled my cunt. It felt so big sliding in that I didn't think he could get it all the way in, but it went right up to the hilt.
He pulled on my breasts and I lowered one to his mouth. He sucked a tit, squeezing the other, and I moved up and down on his cock faster and faster. It was delicious, and I shook all over, feeling myself come in great waves and jerks. Then I sat still on him. He hadn't come. He was wild and rough. He grabbed my hips and began moving me up and down. But I was drained. I hadn't caught my breath yet.
He frantically rolled me off him, and I fell back on the bed. He climbed over on top of me, yanked his weight on his hands and banged furiously into me. I was just beginning to get my breath, to feel myself respond to his movements. He was wild.
He pulled out of me and rolled me over on my stomach. He spread my buttocks and I felt the tip hard against my ass-hole. He thrust hard into me and I screamed out. He ignored my scream and kept thrusting. I heard him moan. He was in. I could feel all of his cock inside me and thought I'd be torn apart. His whole fat dick was shoved up my shit chute.
Once in, he stayed still. Slowly the pain left and it began to feel great. I clenched and moved my ass around his full cock, and he began to move slowly in and out, back and forth, deep inside me. At first the movement hurt, but then it began to feel better and better. It was a great fuck in the ass.
In and out he thrust, harder and harder, faster and faster. His whang was like a piston in the greased cylinder of my rectum. I loved the filling sensation of his meat up my ass. He pounded away at me, his lean gut slapping against the flesh of my ass with each stroke. It was an excruciating feeling, excruciatingly lovely.
I moved with him. "Get down on your hands and knees," he said, his voice hoarse and demanding.
I slid to my hands and knees and he guided one of my hands to my cunt. Then he pulled out of my ass and slid into my cunt-hole, banging all the way in, then all the way out and back into my ass. I caught on. When his big prick pulled out of my ass, I thrust it into my cunt-hole. I loved it.
He was moving furiously, breathing so heavily I was afraid he might have a heart attack. The sensation was wild and I was hunching my ass further and further into him, my senses climbing higher and higher.
I came again, screaming and moaning and writhing my hips, and he was with me. He threw his full weight onto my back and pulled my hair wildly as he poured his hot juice into my ass, crying out as he came.
I was exhausted, completely exhausted and lifeless. I was beginning to feel his weight on me, and I moved slightly under him. He withdrew from my ass and I could feel his wet limp cock brush against it.
"O-h-h-h, I loved it," I moaned.
"Well," he came back, "that's life with Luigi, cunt." That was the last I remembered before I fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I awoke in the morning, still on my stomach, my legs wide apart and a thick cock stuck deep in my cunt from the rear.
"Don't you ever get enough?" I asked sleepily.
"Never." The voice was soft. I opened my eyes wide and raised my head. It was Tony. Luigi was nowhere in sight. For a second, I lay still, feeling
Tony's familiar weight and touch on me, his big cock pulsating in my cunt. Then suddenly, the night before and Luigi flashed into my mind.
I struggled. Not expecting it, Tony slipped out. He caught hold of my shoulders, turned me onto my back and rammed his cock back into my cunt from the front.
"You dirty bastard!" I shouted. "Get off me! I want to talk to you!"
He laughed and thrust his cock further into me. "This is how we talk, daughter. Father to daughter."
I struggled under his grip, trying to dislodge him. He laughed again, got over on top of me and gripped me tightly with his strong arms. I was mad and I tried to fight him off. It seemed the harder I fought the hotter he got. I could feel his big cock stiffen and thicken within me. I fought to push him away, and at the same time I had to fight to keep myself from getting turned on.
"Goddamn you!" I said. "You think of me as a piece of meat, don't you?"
"Ha!" he came back. "What a piece of meat! What a piece of ass!"
He had me pinned now, and he was humping up and down on me. His big cock was reaming away in my cunt-hole, and I was getting warmer and warmer. I was oozing come-juice, and his dick was sliding in and out of me like a knife slicing bloody meat.
"Bastard," I muttered.
He only laughed and plunged my cunt harder. His broad chest was flattening my breasts, his powerful arms crushing me. I lay back, relaxed for an instant against his onslaught.
"You like it," he said sharply. "You hot-cunted Karini. You like it!"
That made me mad again. I jerked my body away from him, but he pulled me back and spun me onto my stomach once more. He shoved his cock back up my cunt from the rear, then wrestled with me, pinning both my arms on the bed. On my stomach, I was helpless to use my legs or knees, and I lay still. I flattened myself to the bed. If he was going to fuck me, go ahead. I wasn't going to enjoy it.
"There now, isn't that better?" he crooned into my ear, still holding my arms down. He began moving slowly in and out of me. I steeled myself not to respond at all, and just lay there stiffly.
"O-h-h-h," he said hotly, his voice turning hard, "a silent resistance. She thinks she can resist." He withdrew quickly and spun me over. I closed my legs swiftly and glared up at him. He laughed. "Let me see how you resist."
He grabbed his necktie from the chair beside the. bed and swiftly tied my wrists together behind my back, making my kneel on my ass so I couldn't kick. Then he stood up and looked down at me. I kept my legs clenched tightly together and glared.
"Yes, I must show you again that you are only a woman, that you will do what I say. When I want to fuck, you will fuck."
He knelt on the bed between my legs, yanking them so wide apart I cried out. He snarled, "It is your own fault. You started this and you will get no gentleness from Papa."
His mouth plunged down on my cunt, burying itself in my cunt lips, searching for my clit, his arms pushing my legs wide apart. I stiffened my body in resistance and tried to think of something else, anything else, but not that hot mouth going down on my cunt.
I tried to think of Luigi and how awful and degrading the whole thing was. But the hot mouth on my clit kept reminding me that it hadn't been that awful. In fact, Fd enjoyed it. He was sucking harder, my whole, small mound of flesh in his mouth, the tongue probing wildly, and I felt my resistance ebbing away, my nerves quivering, and my senses climbing rapidly.
I was almost over the edge when he raised his head from my clit. I felt his hot breath, but his mouth was nowhere near and I thrust upward, searching for his mouth. The waves of desire subsided, and once again I stiffened my body. He brought his mouth down again and went to work. I was wild with desire. But each time I was close to the top, close to the explosion of relief that would pour through me, he pulled his head away. I was writhing, thrusting my cunt up to him, my hips moving furiously, my legs numb from the pull in my muscles at the wide spread.
"I should leave you this way, bitch." His voice was cold and harsh. "Leave you frustrated. Pour my full cock into you before you make it, and then leave you. But I will not do that. No, I am going to teach you a lesson. I can make love to you whenever I wish."
He brought his mouth down on my cunt again, working furiously with his tongue and lips and teeth on my swollen, bursting clit, and this time I rose and soared. The spasms that rolled over me were almost painful. They had waited for release so long. At last my body was still, and he continued to tongue lightly and gently around my clit. My cunt was sopping wet and I felt the desire growing again. I arched toward him.
He raised his head and went down on his knees, raising my open legs beneath the buttocks. Looking down, he thrust his full, big cock into me in one quick, hard movement. I felt his balls against my ass. He stayed on his knees. My legs were up in the air resting on his chest, my feet at his shoulders. He pulled at my ass, parting my cheeks, pushing his fingers into my hot sensitive ass-hole and moving his prick back and forth inside my cunt.
I had long given up the idea of resistance. I moved with him, clenching and contracting my muscles around his full cock, till he moved faster and faster, gripping my ass tighter. I came, banging my cunt as hard against him as I could, and he pumped into me, our come mixing and flowing and churning inside my hot cunt.
He pulled out of me quickly, dropping me down on the bed, pushing my legs to one side. Then he got off the bed. He untied my wrists and began dressing. I lay there on the bed getting my breath back, watching him. He said nothing to me.
"What was that all about last night?" I finally asked, my voice angry. He turned and stared coldly at me for several minutes without speaking. His look was so chilling and calculating, I felt a shiver go up my spine.
"What was what?" he finally said.
I was furious. "That Luigi business! That's what!" I said hotly.
He laughed, his voice stern. "You will do what you are told. He gave us a ride, didn't he?"
"I'm not a whore! I'm not sleeping with any guy, just because he's named Karini, just because you bring him in and shove him at me!" I was almost in tears. I was beside myself. "And my own brother, too," I sobbed.
"Get dressed. I'm hungry." He pulled a half-decent dress from the suitcase and threw it at me. "Hurry up. Luigi is waiting. If you don't hurry we'll leave you here."
"You would, you bastard!" I shouted at him. "Steal all my money and leave me stranded in Vegas."
He yanked me up out of the bed swiftly by the arm, his grip so tight it burned. Then he pulled my face close to his. "Steal your money?" he fumed. "You have no money, except what I give you. In fact, you have nothing at all now. Except what I am good enough to give you. Get dressed." He flung me back down on the bed and left the room.
I was stunned. This was some mess. I lit a cigarette, and saw my hands shaking as I struck the match. Calm down, I told myself. The best thing to do right now is get yourself back to the city and then figure out what you're going to do. I got up and dressed quickly. In the bathroom I washed my face and combed my hair. I felt a little better. I could wire my mother for money, go back to live with her. The marriage bothered me. I was as guilty as Tony, marrying my own father. If I ran out on him he might figure a way to blame it on me. He had connections. I might go to prison.
In the living room, Tony and Luigi were drinking wine, and Luigi said, "Good morning, cunt." I quickly decided that even he was better than that dirty louse, Tony. I would sock it to Tony through him.
I grinned at Luigi. "Hi, love. How about some for me?"
"Anything for you, cunt," he answered, pouring me a glass of wine.
I walked over to the table to pick up my wine, giving a swift side glance at Tony. To my astonishment, he was smiling broadly in approval. I winced. I should have known.
We set off for Los Angeles, stopping in a restaurant for breakfast. Tony was all charm, telling me how good I looked and even holding my hand at one point. I gave him the cold, silent treatment and talked to Luigi. His eyes kept dropping tO my breast, and I kept them pushed out for his benefit.
We got to the city finally, and Luigi dropped us in front of our building. Tony invited him up, but he said he had an appointment and drove off. I followed Tony up the stairs, wondering what I was going to do now. I decided I'd leave the moment he went out, go back to my hotel and figure out what to do next, how to get a divorce or annulment.
Inside the apartment, he was all sweetness and tenderness, calling me his bride, and fixing coffee and a drink for me. He told me, if I ever left him, he would kill himself. I had to promise I never would. Then he said he lived in terror. When he went out, he might return to find me gone. It was such terror that he considered tying me to the bed when he was not there. The tone was warm and loving, but his eyes were icy. I suddenly realized that he knew what I had in mind and was letting me know nicely that if I left and got caught, I'd never have the chance to leave again.
He looked at me coldly, and told me the reason I got married was to be protected and taken care of. That was what he was doing, taking care of me. There wasn't much I could say, and I felt trapped. I told him I wanted to get out more often, to be with people, that I was bored being by myself so much.
He nodded sympathetically and told me he knew that and had racked his brains for a solution. "I'm passionately jealous, as you know, and I don't even want another man looking at you."
I stared at him with amazement. "How can you say that? After ... after Luigi?" I blurted out the words angrily.
But he was cool. "Luigi? He is my family. Yes, he looked at you. But under my protection," he said smoothly.
I flipped. "Looked at me? He did more than look at me, you crazy bastard!"
"He did?" Tony looked surprised and shook his head. "You never know who you can trust."
I was dumbfounded. I had to sit down. I was speechless. But he went smoothly on. He understood how I needed to get out and he had thought of the perfect solution. We were very poor, and until he sold some of his paintings we would be even poorer.
His solution was a job for me. But not just any job. He had spoken to his Uncle Aldo and he had agreed to take me on as a waitress in one of the restaurants he owned. 'Think," he said happily, "you will be earning twenty-five dollars a week and helping my career."
"Uncle Aldo?" I said weakly.
"Yes. He is wonderful. He is my family. Everyone knows Aldo Karini, owner of restaurants."
There was no use arguing that one any further, the family bit. I knew that. So I told him I didn't know anything about waitress work, that I never had done anything like it before, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. If I had to work, I thought I'd rather be in an office somewhere.
But he said that I didn't know anything about it. He had told Aldo and Aldo was going to have someone train me. He had thought about an office job, but decided against it, because what I needed was to talk to people. Waitressing was the best way to meet new people.
I shrugged and didn't answer him. I was beginning to realize that when he had made up his mind about something, nothing was going to change it. Then I started thinking about the job.
The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. At least, I reasoned, I'd be out of the house eight hours a day. Soon I was imagining myself the star waitress: piles of tips, graceful, handsome men talking to me, flirting with me as I served them.
He went to the closet and brought out another box-my uniform. Boy, I thought, he was always prepared with a box. The uniform was white nylon and skin-tight. I had to suck in my stomach to zip it up. You could see the outline of my underpants right through the thin material. It looked awful.
Tony looked me over and suggested I take the panties off. He said they looked too suggestive. I shook my head no. The panties were staying on. He started screaming about me and false modesty and how stupid I was. Then he come over, unzipped the dress, and tore off my bra and panties.
Then he went over to my suitcase and took out all of my underwear. With a big pair of scissors he cut them all in half. I was horrified. I sat on the floor where he had flung me after he had torn my bra and panties off, and I watched him in amazement.
"You're a maniac!" I screamed at him. "That's a sick thing to do!"
He just laughed and swept the severed garments into the waste pail. "Get ready," he said, still laughing, "I will walk you over tonight."
I stood and zipped up the uniform. My nipples jutted out against the tight cloth and were clearly visible. I was really grateful for my blonde cunt hair. At lease, it wouldn't be as obvious as it would have been if I had dark hair.
He was studying my body closely and nodding in approval. "You will make many tips," he said, laughing. "So many, we will not have to worry about the paintings."
I followed him out the door silently. I was upset and he knew it. He darted ahead of me down the stairs and stood at the bottom, looking up at me descending. "Doesn't it feel better?" he asked. "To be free, so free?"
I didn't answer and continued down the stairs. He knelt on the stair, looking up at me, blocking my way. I stopped a few steps above him and said, "Now what?"
"You are not happy. I do not wish you to start your new job unhappy." He came up a step below me. His hands slid slowly up my legs under the skirt, pushing the skirt up to just above my cunt-hair line.
He smiled adoringly up at me. "How wonderful! You will always be ready for me. No matter where we are."
He leaned his head forward, his eyes still gazing up at me, and the tip of his tongue lightly probed my cunt. I gripped the banisters tightly on either side of the staircase and moved my legs slightly apart. He slid his hands up to my breasts and gently pinched the nipples and fondled them, the heat from his palms burning into my soft, sensitive mounds, almost searing my skin.
"Don't you think we'd better go?" I said, my voice weak. "We'll be late."
His tongue continued teasing up and down my cunt. My clit ached to feel his mouth over it, and I hunched toward him. He kept his hands on my breasts, squeezing and playing with them, sending tingles of excitement from my nipples to my groin. I lowered my hands and pressed his head closer to my cunt, but he didn't part my wet lips. He didn't suck the mound of throbbing flesh. I was itching all over, on fire. I forgot about the staircase or the job or anything. All I wanted to do was to get that hot mouth on my clit.
I let go of his head, and he moved it away slightly, still teasing with his darting tongue. I reached down and parted the hot lips myself, thrusting my clit towards him. He gave a low laugh, and moved his tongue over it. The tongue moved around and around, sucked and licked, alternately. I was wild, soaring, and I let go of my cunt lips to grab the banisters again and keep from falling.
He closed his mouth over my clit, deep inside my cunt lips, and sucked hard, grasping my breasts tightly. A fiery shock wave coursed through my body as he increased the pressure on my love button. I was out of my mind with passion. I moaned, thrusting my cunt hard against him, my come pouring out of me. He sucked steadily until I stopped gasping and then moved his head back. Slowly he pulled my dress down and smiled up at ne. "See how wonderful it is?"
My body was drained and my senses spun in a world of warm sensuality. When I was like this I couldn't think, couldn't argue. I just nodded feebly. He stood and I followed him out the front door. We headed for the restaurant of his Uncle Aldo, the famous owner of restaurants.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We walked up a narrow street off Venice Boulevard and found the place. The restaurant was the greasiest, dirtiest-looking joint I had ever seen, and there didn't seem to be anything else lit up around it. Tony held my hand and pulled me inside.
There was no one in the place except the short order cook, a fat, sloppy-looking guy with a day's growth on his chin and cheeks. He greeted Tony with a grunt, showing two broken yellow teeth in the front of his mouth. His eyes roved freely over me and rested on my breasts. He told Tony he didn't know when Aldo would be by. I got the impression Aldo was an important guy with a lot of things to do, someone who didn't check out his places all that often.
Tony shrugged. "This here's Joe," he said. "I'll see you tonight. Good luck." Then he left.
I didn't know what to do and I was a nervous wreck. I looked at Joe the cook, but he didn't say anything to me. He picked up a chewed-off cigar stump from an ashtray, stuck it in the corner of his mouth and continued eyeing my body. I felt stupid standing there. I asked him what I should do. He just shrugged his shoulders. Well, I decided, I am a waitress. I walked around in back of the counter, ignoring the cook's stare, and looked the place over.
It was bad. Filthy. I resolved not to eat anything there myself. I decided to wash the counter up a little. I wanted something to do to help forget the whole mess and the idiot staring at me. There was no hot water in the tap, and for a moment I felt a spasm of complete defeat. Keep calm, girl. No hot water? Heat some. I set to work.
I was not long for my next surprise. Luigi came in about ten minutes later with two buddies and sat down. They started talking in that private Italian or Sicilian dialect, and he kept gesturing toward me. They looked at me each time he pointed and then back to him. I felt nervous and a little alarmed.
"Hey, cunt, come here," Luigi called. "I want you to meet your cousins." He pointed to the tall one. "This is Giulio, and this is Paolo, both Karinis."
I nodded to both of them. Luigi came around the counter and stood in back of me, talking to the others in Italian. He put his arms around my waist and squeezed both my breasts gently. The nipples stiffened and strained against the thin cloth and both men were eyeing my breasts appreciatively. I stood still, unable to do anything, and was too scared to move. Luigi continued talking, fondling my breasts. They were both nodding yes to him, and Giulio raised himself up and over the counter and looked down at my cunt
Luigi quickly pulled my dress up around my waist, baring my blonde hairs. My knees shook, I was so scared. I looked quickly around the neon-lit joint, but saw no faces peering in the windows. The cook had gone into the kitchen when Luigi came in.
Giulio said, "O.K., " and sat back down.
Paolo said something and Luigi turned me around quickly, pressing my hard nipples against his chest, my ass exposed. I could feel his prick hardening against me and my cunt moistening slowly, despite my fear and embarrassment. Luigi licked his lips noisily and squeezed my ass gently. Then he pulled my dress down and released me. I could feel the heat in my face. I stepped back nervously away from him.
He clapped his hands. "Let's go in the office. We'll have a real drink."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me after him, through a hall, past the kitchen. He unlocked a door. We stepped into a small, comfortable room with soft leather furniture, decorated in quiet beige and brown hues. A big desk stood in the corner and there was another door off the end of the room.
My two cousins followed us into the office and Luigi pulled a bottle of brandy and glasses from the desk. He poured generous shots and handed them around.
I sat down on a chair, and Giulio and Paolo sat on the sofa. Luigi sat at the desk. The three talked for quite a while, Luigi getting up every so often and filling the glasses. The brandy was spreading through me, and relaxed my tense nerves. I was studying the two other men closely. They were both attractive in different ways. I decided Giulio was more aristocratic-looking than any of them, yet Paolo's large hawk nose was noble.
Luigi went out of the room and Paolo leaned back against the leather couch, his eyes closed. Giulio was looking me over again, but the brandy had calmed my nerves and I ignored his appraising glance. Luigi came back with a big tray of cheese, bread, nuts and fruit. I hadn't realized I was a little drunk till I stood. I almost lost my balance.
I walked over to the food and cut a large slice of cheese, bending over the table to make a sandwich. Behind me, Luigi swiftly unzipped my dress, and pulled it down over my arms. I put the sandwich down on the table and tried to straighten up, but he pulled the dress off my arms and slid it quickly down my body. I was stark naked, yet somehow-I guess it was the brandy-I didn't feel too embarrassed. Maybe it was because they were my relatives. I shrugged, picked up my sandwich, and stepped out of my dress.
He slapped me on the back approvingly and I went back and sat down. The cheese was delicious. I ate the whole sandwich quickly and decided to make another. This time when I stood up all three pairs of eyes focused on me. In a way, I was kind of tired of this group of fuckers.
As I walked over to the table of food, I said, "What's the matter? Haven't you guys ever seen a naked broad before?"
Luigi laughed, but Giulio sounded angry. "No!" he snarled. "Get up on the table. I want to see one.
Paolo opened his eyes and smiled. Luigi hooted. "Give 'em a show. Go ahead, get up on the table."
I guess a naked girl parading on a table was the official Karini family sport. I was beginning to get used to the idea. I was a little drunk by this time too, and I laughed. I walked over and picked up Luigi's brandy glass from the desk and drained it. Then I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, brushing my tits against his chest. I said flirtingly, "Thanks for the drink, sweetie."
Then, really swaying my hips, I walked over and climbed up on the table, struck a pose with one hand on my hip and the other in the air, thrust out my tits, and moved around slowly in a circle. Their eyes were glued to me, hot, lustful stares, and by now I knew I was in for something. Anyway, I thought, smiling, Luigi hadn't been' too bad. I might as well enjoy it.
"Play with yourself, baby," Luigi said, his voice hoarse.
So I stroked my hips up and down, parting my legs slowly, and squeezing my breasts. I was enjoying the looks, but strangely enough, I wasn't turning myself on at all. Giulio stood up, walked over in front of me, and shoved his hand roughly between my parted legs. He withdrew it quickly, scowling at Luigi.
"Hey," I said.. "Easy. It'll break."
"Thought you said she was a hot one," he said, and Luigi laughed.
"You're a real square, baby," Luigi said. "A broad like this needs a little warming up."
"Yeah," Giulio said. "You do that. Warm her up." He sat down.
"My pleasure," Luigi said. "Come with me, cunt."
"Right here," Giulio said sharply.
I was beginning not to like Giulio at all. I didn't think he liked women either, so I said it to Luigi. Luigi just laughed and said Giulio liked women all right. He just had his own special thing like most of us did. He pulled his chair in back of me and told me to face Giulio. He stroked my thighs and slid his hands up my sides and around to my breasts. Within seconds the nipples were tingling and hard, jutting out.
Then his hands came around to my ass again and gently pinched and squeezed my cheeks. I could feel my cunt growing warmer, but it was still pretty dry. I moved my hands down the front of my thighs and spread my legs further apart. I could feel Luigi's hot breath close to my ass and I bent slightly, pushing my ass right against his face.
His soft hands parted the cheeks gently, and he tongued slowly up and down the crack. I moaned, braced my hands on my thighs, and bent over further, my breasts dangling. "Keep your face up," Giulio said, his voice low and sexy.
I raised my head, eyes shut, and the hot tongue worked around the rim of my ass-hole. I moaned louder, gripping my hands right on my legs. I forgot about the two men watching. My nerves were tingling and the pressures building up faster and faster inside me, pounding against my skin for release.
The tongue seemed to be going further and further in, and I was moving faster and faster toward exploding when Giulio clapped his hands and Luigi moved quickly back. I cried out, "No! Don't stop!"
Giulio and Paolo laughed. Giulio got up and moved his hands swiftly against my quivering, sopping wet cunt. But this time his touch was gentler. I looked into his eyes, feeling hot with desire, and said, "O.K.? Then do something."
He smiled. "Set her up, Luigi."
He sat back down on the couch. I stood upright, wondering what was going to happen now. Set me up? My cunt itched violently for relief and Luigi said, "Come on, cunt. Something special."
I followed him to the door at the end of the room. He unlocked it and went in, me right behind him. It was one weird room. There was a huge bed right in the center with just a clean, white sheet on it. The floor was covered with a fur rug and there were mirrors on every wall from ceiling to floor. There were no windows, and when the door closed behind us a fan went on somewhere. The was an open door at the right side of the room and I could see a bathroom.
The lighting was dim and a bluish hue. But the ceiling really got me. It was covered with a network of ropes and wires, and suspended from a thick nylon rope was a weird-looking chair in the corner. Luigi went over to the bed and pulled at the ropes. The chair came across the ceiling over the bed. The he lowered the chair. The back had a head rest and tipped slightly back, but what got me was the seat. It was like an old-fashioned toilet seat that didn't go all the way around. The two ends were curved like leg rests.
Luigi waved a hand for me to come over to the bed. I did, staring at the chair. Then he told me to sit down on it. I was really curious, so I climbed up and sat down. He positioned me carefully, spreading my legs wide apart, fitting my thighs into each curve and tying a kind of seat belt around my waist. Then from underneath the seat, he unfolded to full-length rests right beneath my legs.
He strapped my legs at the knees and ankles to the leg rests. At first, the position was a little uncomfortable, but I was so curious as to what was going to happen next that I didn't say anything. I watched him setting things up in the surrounding mirrors. The chair was about a foot off the bed and he tilted it-forward a little, pushing my face forward. I couldn't see myself now, only the bed below me. Then he lay down on the bed, his head right under my exposed cunt, and pulled and pushed my thighs till I felt cool air on my hot pussy.
" He pulled the ties tighter so that I couldn't move at all, and he grunted, "Good." Then he pulled the chair down and I realized it just moved up and down like a hoist and he stuck his hot tongue right into my open cunt-hole. I couldn't squirm, I was so tightly fastened down, but I moaned in ecstasy. This was going to be fun.
Suddenly, he pushed the chair up about two feet over the bed and laughed. "Later, cunt. Just a reminder."
He got up off the bed, leaving me tied in the chair, and opened the door to the office. "All set," he said.
CHAPTER NINE
Someone came into the bedroom-I couldn't see who-and Luigi went out, closing the door behind him. I recognized Giulio's heavy step. He said nothing and walked around to the side of the bed. I heard him taking off his clothes and then heard him sit down on the bed. Luigi had said he had his own special thing. I was about to find out what it was.
A minute later I was sure it was Giulio. The long thin legs stretched out below me were definitely not Paolo's. He shifted around on the bed right under me. The he pulled the chair down so I was right over his legs, and he shifted again on the bed. I was dying to ask what was going on, but there was something sinister about Giulio that made me decide to keep my mouth closed.
Then I felt a hard, thick cockhead pushing at my wet cunt. The tip slid in easily, and the chair lowered further and further down on it. The cock was unbelievably long. It just kept sliding in, deeper and deeper. I was so wet, there was no problem.
At last it stopped and I was filled solidly. I could feel the tip pressing deep inside me. I began to contract my muscles, but the moment I did, he began moving the chair up and down, rhythmically. It was really wild. I loved being on top with a guy, but it did get pretty tiring moving yourself up and down. Now, all the work was being done.
The thick cock was touching every nerve inside me, and I struggled with the straps that bound me, trying to hunch along with it. Suddenly I felt something enter my ass-hole. It was bigger and thicker than a finger, and for a moment I thought Giulio was a freak, that he had two cocks. Maybe that was why he didn't like women. In my mind I pictured Giulio with two cocks, and a girl laughing at him.
He kept the chair moving up and down, but the thing in my ass moved out of step with the rhythm. I began to find it very annoying. My cunt was beginning to go dry. He must have felt it, because as quickly as it had gone in, it came out. The chair went way up and his cock came all the way out of my cunt.
Then the chair came down and his cock slammed up my hot ass-hole. More warm-up, I figured as I rode up and down on the cock a few times. It wasn't as stimulating as when it was in my cunt, and I wished he'd go back. As though he'd read my mind, the chair went up in the air and came down again. My cunt was over the cock which then rammed all the way inside me In a fast, downward pull of the chair. It was delicious and I moaned my approval.
He kept the chair steady for a minute. I could hear his heavy breathing below me. Then suddenly the chair spun. It was going upward, around and around. It was an absolutely wild sensation, and I cried out in delight. I was getting spin-fucked by my cousin Giulio. It slowly came to a stop and I was breathless. I realized I had risen quite high, and the cock was only halfway in me. Then slowly the chair reversed and spun back down, then up again.
We rode up and down, spinning several times, and I was wild. But the ride up and down wasn't quite long enough for me to climax. I was getting pretty frustrated, and a little dizzy too.
There was a knock at the door. Giulio didn't answer, and I said nothing. But this time when the chair stopped spinning up, he slowly twisted it-further and further-until I could feel the rim of his cockhead right at the edge of my cunt I was wild, moaning above him.
Very slowly, the chair reversed and came back down on his hard, long prick. With that, I burst wide open, feeling relief soaring through me. His hot juice was pouring out deep inside me. We were both coming. He kept the chair down over him for several minutes, and his long cock twitched and throbbed several times deep inside me. Then he slowly raised the seat and pulled it up, up, up, till I was almost at the ceiling. I felt marvelous, but didn't dare say anything.
I heard him get off the bed and dress. He had turned the chair, and in my new position, I couldn't see anything except the fur rug. I heard him go out the door, and in a few minutes Luigi came in. I was getting stiff and his voice was a relief.
"How you doing, cunt?"
"Wild," I said. "Wildest thing I've ever had. But Fm getting damned stiff up here."
He laughed, lowered the chair and unstrapped me quickly. Then he raised the chair and pulled it back into the corner. I flopped down on the bed and drank the glass of brandy he had brought in all in one gulp.
He handed me the bottle and told me to rest for a minute. I was more than glad to and stretched out on the bed away from the wet spot Giulio had left behind. I closed my eyes, but what seemed like just a few seconds later, Luigi was back, shaking me awake. He told me to take a shower, then left the room.
I stretched. I didn't really want to get up. The bed was nice and comfortable. But then I figured it was probably getting late and, after all, I was working. So I got up and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was an elaborate place, covered with mirrors like the bedroom. The bathtub was huge, gleaming white with a wide flat rail around it. I jumped in and turned the shower on full blast. It felt marvelous and I stayed in a long time.
When I turned it off, I pulled the shower curtain open. Then I jumped, startled, and grabbed a towel from the rack, pulling it quickly around me. Little Paolo was standing there, grinning, stark-naked. I pulled the towel tighter around me and glared at him.
"Boy, you people really are something. A girl can't even use the bathroom alone," I said angrily. "Some family."
I started to step out ot the bathtub, but he stepped forward quickly. "Wait a minute," he said, still grinning. "I got something for you."
He had a big, old-fashioned douche bag in his hand. It was the kind of douche bag my mother used to have hanging in the bathroom on the back of the door. When I was a kid, I always thought they were for enemas. I looked at the bag. It was full of something and I was nervous. "I take pills," I said, looking at the bag. "You don't have to. worry."
He shrugged. "Get up on the sides of the tub," he said, still smiling and looking down at my legs. I had thought it was kind of strange that there were indented soap dishes on both sides of the tub, but as I looked down now, I realized they were some kind of footholds. I stood still, not moving, the towel gripped tightly around me. Paolo frowned. "Get up there or I'll call Luigi."
I decided I'd had enough of this whole scene. Giulio had scared me a little, but Paolo didn't. And I noted with satisfaction his half-hard prick was a lot smaller than his two buddies' big cocks.
"Call him," I said angrily. "I don't give a fuck!"
He put the douche bag down in the sink and walked out of the bathroom. I started toweling myself and the door swung open. It was Luigi, and he looked furious. Paolo was standing right behind him. "Get up on the tub!" he shouted at me.
I grabbed the towel tight around me and shouted right back at him, "Fuck you! I've had enough of this whole scene. And I don't think Tony's going to be too happy about it either!"
Paolo laughed and Luigi stepped over, yanked the towel right off me and slapped me hard on the ass. It stung and I jumped, clutching my hands over my cunt.
"Up!" he ordered, and raised his hand again.
I didn't like the look on his face, so I stepped up on the tub, into the indentations. My legs were spread wide over the tub. I felt stupid and awkward. Paolo was grinning and Luigi smiled, "Thatta girl, cunt," he said, and tapped me lightly on the ass.
He said something to Paolo in that crazy private version of the Italian language, they both laughed, and he left. Paolo picked up the douche bag and hooked it to the side of the tub. Then he sat on the edge of the tub, close to my legs and slowly stroked my thighs. His hands moved closer and closer to my cunt hair, still wet from the shower. I could see him in the mirror and it was odd. like watching a movie, seeing yourself stroked and teased. I was beginning to enjoy it and could feel my cunt growing hot.
He played with my pussy a long time with his hands, his fingers probing my clit. pulling at the lips, opening and shutting the, pinching the small itching knob of flesh. My cunt was growing wetter and wetter, and I was thrusting toward him, wanting him to keep his finger steady and moving on the sides of my inflamed clit.
He unhooked the hose to the douche bag and, still teasing my clit with one hand, he pushed the black plastic tip of the hose into my cunt-hole. It didn't bother me the way it usually did when the cold plastic tip was sliding into me. It occurred to me that the next time I had to douche, the best way to do it would be to play with myself while I did.
It was fascinating, watching the hose disappear way up inside me. He kept his finger moving my clit, and I had my hands gripped to the towel rack. I slid one hand down and pressed it over the back of the hand that worked away on my pulsating clit, pressing his hand down hard.
He laughed and pulled away. Inside my cunt the warm liquid burst loose, flowing and surging through my canal, cooling the boiling nerves, rushing out and down my legs into the bathtub. The sensation was marvelous. I had never enjoyed a douche before, and I stared at the rushing water in the mirror. Below me, Paolo stared too.
When the bag was deflated and the surge of liquid was dripping sporadically, he gently pulled the hose out and threw the bag into the sink. Then he stood up and rubbed my thighs dry. His cock was hard, standing straight out, but after my recent lovers, it looked quite small. Don't be a bitch, I said to myself. Let's see what Cousin Paolo can do. He went into the bedroom and I followed. He told me to lie down on the bed and I did, stretching out luxuriously and closing my eyes.
He sat on the side of the bed and I heard a snap, like elastic or rubber stretching. What was it? Then he rolled quickly over on the bed, parting my legs, lying on his stomach over me. I was relaxed and tired. At this point I didn't feel like responding to the soft stroke of his hands on my breasts. I was pooped. He lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked gently, the free hand cupping the other nipple and pinching it up to erection.
I lay there lazily, enjoying the warm sensation in my breasts and the heat of his full chest against my stomach. His mouth moved expertly about my breasts and down lower to my stomach. He buried his tongue in my navel. The heat was spreading in my groin and, I thought, one thing about these Italians, they sure know how to use their mouths.
The tongue was down at the tops of my thighs, his hot breath blowing across my tingling cunt, and I squirmed to direct his mouth. He moved at will up and down my thighs, the tip of his tongue lightly passing over my skin.
My cunt was hot and wet, and he moved up my body, one hand squeezing my breast, the other hand down between my legs, guiding his cock to my hot hole. I shifted my legs to help him. He was fumbling, and I grabbed a pillow and slid it under my ass to rise up for him.
I felt something strange against my cunt-hole. It wasn't the smooth, hot, wet cockhead I expected. It was cold, lumpy and unpleasant. I arched back away from it. He grabbed my shoulder, sliding me back to him and rammed it in. It was really weird. That rather small cock was huge inside me and sending spasms through my cunt.
The more he stroked, the hotter the strange cock became as it picked up warmth from my cunt. Soon he was plunging away, fucking me with the most fulfilling prick I'd ever felt.
There were sharp, pointed tips of some kind on the cock. I could feel them. They were scratching and tickling the insides of my twat on every side. In seconds I was squirming and hunching frantically. I couldn't get enough of it. He was laughing happily and banging wildly in and out of me, his hands squeezing mine so tightly I thought my fingers would break. I came again and again in agonizing spasms, and he never stopped the furious pace. I guess I finally fainted. The last thing I recalled was the weird laughter of Cousin Paolo.
CHAPTER TEN
Gradually, I retrieved my senses. Looking about, I saw that the room was empty. My cunt felt sore and irritated. I looked at it in the mirror. The skin around the hole was bright red.
Those hard-ons, I thought, and went into the bathroom to wash. In the medicine chest I found a tube of salve. Somehow I knew they'd even think of that.
I got into the shower again, turning it ice cold this time to revive myself, and felt better instantly under the icy pellets beating into my tired body. I applied the stuff generously, and the soft cream relieved the chafing right away. I felt like a new person. Back in the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, I poured a healthy shot of brandy and lit a cigarette.
I had no idea where Luigi and his buddies were, and the more I thought about it, the more reluctant I was to go out into the office and get my dress. I wondered what time it was and for a moment started worrying about Tony. But then, I reasoned, he knew what he was doing, putting me to work in the joint with his son Luigi. Screw him. I wasn't going to worry about what he thought.
Another shot of brandy and I was completely exhausted. I stretched out on the bed and fell sound asleep. I came to in a weird dream. I was in a prison dungeon somewhere, being tortured. I hung from a wall, my arms and legs in cuffs, dangling my chains, and I was about to be shot through the head.
I was in cuffs all right-leather ones. My ankles and my wrists were cuffed, my legs straight up in the air parallel to my arms. I was suspended from the network of chains across the ceiling. But instead of a gun aimed at my head, there was Luigi's huge cock poking into my mouth, his fingers pressing my cheeks to force my mouth open.
"Hey!" I cried out. The cock slammed into my mouth. I bit it and he yelled, slapping my face. But he hit his own balls, and yelled even louder, yanking his cock out of my mouth. I roared with laughter as he hopped around clutching his groin. For a second I thought he was going to kill me, but suddenly he laughed too.
"Look, baby," I said, "I'd be glad to suck your cock, but let's get a little more comfortable. Little Paolo did me in."
He grinned, ignoring my request, and shoved his dick back against my mouth. There wasn't much I could do but take it in. My heart wasn't in it, though, and neither was my cunt. I was too damned sore and tired. I sucked, but only used my tongue lightly.
He scowled. "Those bastards," he said. "I knew I should've had you first." He pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"I'm sorry, baby," I said. "But I'm really out of it."
He spun me around and shoved his cock into my open cunt. I cried out in pain. I was really sore down there. He withdrew and went to the bathroom. He came back with a spray can of something that felt cold and icy against my cunt. Then the soreness disappeared completely, and he rubbed his hand on the edge of my cunt-hole. I couldn't feel a thing.
He shoved his cock back into me. The soreness that had been in the very rim was gone, and I could feel his hard, huge cock filling me up inside. In seconds, I was moaning and contracting my muscles around his hard cock. He stood still, his legs parted wide, and swung me back and forth, harder and harder, over his cock. It was wild and effortless.
I soared higher and higher, hoping he'd come with me, because I was sure I wouldn't last too long that night. I worked my cunt muscles harder and harder around his cock and he groaned in deiight above me, moving faster and faster. We both shot at the same time, he pushing so hard into me I thought I would be torn apart and he would go right up inside me.
He hung over me, gripping the ropes that held my arms up, and gasped for breath. When he recovered, he pulled out slowly and sprayed my cunt again. He undid my legs and then my arms and I dropped onto the bed completely exhausted.
"You got some tight little pussy," he said, his voice thick and slurred with satisfaction.
"They're all tight little pussies with a cock as big as that one," I said smoothly.
He grinned proudly. He walked over and poured two big glasses of brandy and sat down on the bed beside me. "Yeah," he said, "nothing like a big cock, is there, cunt?" His voice was smug.
I grinned, sipping my drink, turning my head sideways so I wouldn't have to get up. "Little Paolo's is not too big, but he does all right."
"Eh!" he said, with a slight tone of disgust. "He uses something to do all right. He's useless by himself."
"What did he use?" I asked, curious, remembering the lumpy hard things I had felt as he'd entered my cunt, things that had nearly destroyed my senses, once inside.
"Spikes! He's got a whole batch of them. Real weird ones too. Rings with claws and things that on them. He gets a big charge out of them. Do they really work?" he asked, his voice curious.
"M-m-m-m," I answered, "they work." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was frowning. I thought, watch it girl, let's not put old Luigi on the outs. I had a distinct feeling I was going to need him. I put out a hand, gently stroked his limp prick and said smoothly, "They work. But nothing like this."
He grinned again, happy, and slapped my ass lightly. "I like you, cunt," he said, his voice serious. I realized suddenly that I actually had a thing for him too. He was so lean and hard he reminded me of a walking cock. Although I hadn't liked the idea too much to start out with, I had to admit I was digging the evening's fun.
Then I thought of Tony and wondered what would happen when I got home. Even worse, what I would do if he wanted to make love, my cunt feeling like it did. As though he read my mind, Luigi said, "How's the old man treating you, O.K.? "
I shrugged. "Sometimes O.K., sometimes not. In fact, right now," I said carefully, "I'm worrying about what he's going to say tonight."
"He's not going to say anything," Luigi said, firmly, and slapped my ass again. He got up and went over to his pants. He pulled a card out of his billfold, came back to the bed with it and handed it to me.
It was a business card, advertising Uncle Aldo's, a chain of restaurants with a small engraved picture of one. It didn't look anything like the greasy-looking outside of the place we were in. There was a slogan underneath about home-cooked meals, and I laughed when I read it. Below the slogan were two printed telephone numbers, but no name or address.
He laughed too and shrugged his shoulders. "You can leave a message for me at either one of these numbers and I'll get it right away. You have any trouble," he said, "you get hold of me right away. You're not the usual kind of broad and I got big plans for you. And no punk's going to mess them up. You understand?"
I didn't understand, but I didn't say so. By now, I knew there was a lot going on that I hadn't figured out yet. Later, when the whole picture became clear, I thought it was kind of dumb of me not to have figured out right awav what was going on.
But then I was young, pretty inexperienced, and crazy about Tony and the long-lost half of my family. Probably somewhere deep in my mind, I suspected or even actually knew what was happening, but just didn't want to face it or deal with it. Or believe it.
I smiled at Luigi and said, "Thanks, baby. You're the greatest." I was really glad about what he had said, and I had a feeling he was a good ace-in-the-hole, if things got too rough with my charming husband-father.
Looking up at Luigi, I really liked him. He was, I sensed, a pretty big man with the bunch he worked for, but standing there naked, he looked sort of helpless. Even though he had just offered me his protection and I knew it was reliable protection. I smiled at him. "My man," I said teasingly. "You're my man, cock." He frowned slightly and I quickly put out a hand and fondled his prick gently.
He didn't say anything, but my hand was working and his prick was stiffening slightly. "When I was a kid," I added calculatingly, keeping my voice low and sexy, "I had a favorite boyfriend that went everywhere with me. I used to think of him as protection. So long as I had him on my arm, I was safe. You know?"
He liked that and he smiled. "You can count on Luigi, baby. My word's good anywhere." He moved closer to the bed, looking down at his cock, which was almost fully erect now, and I drew it to my mouth. I tongued it up and down, teasingly, feeling him tense above me and heard him moan slightly.
I was sealing the bargain and my hot mouth went down under his hard cock. I sucked his balls gently, feeling the hard, big ovals. Larger than jumbo eggs, I thought, moving them around inside their hairy bag. He was groaning slightly above me, his hands resting lightly on my head.
My tongue worked busily at the blue veins along the underside of his huge cock and then up to the tip where I sucked in the large, wet cockhead, sucking it further and further into my mouth. His hands pressed hard against the sides of my head and he was groaning, gurgling wet sounds, hunching and grinding toward me, thrusting his cock as far into my mouth as he could.
His body went rigid and he tried to pull out of me, but I grabbed one of his hairy, thick thighs and yanked him back, and the hot sticky liquid sprayed into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked him dry and he sighed deeply. His cock slipped out of my mouth and I looked up at him smiling. He smiled back. "You're a smart cookie, cunt. You take care of me and I take care of you."
I nodded. We understood each other. "You won't have as much fun as I will, cock," I came back.
He grinned approvingly and then looked serious for a moment. "When I like a broad, it's fun to take care of her. You'd better get dressed, it's getting late. I'll have Joe get a cab."
He went out the door and I stretched lazily. I didn't feel like going, but I figured he was probably right. I took another long swallow of the brandy and got up. I took the bottle with me out to the office and pulled on my uniform. I went back into the bathroom and washed my face. It was flushed and my eyes were bright. Nothing like a long night in the sack to make a girl look great when she got up, I thought, laughing as I combed my long blonde hair.
Back in the office, I poured another drink and let a cigarette. Luigi came back in and I said, "This is great stuff." I held up the bottle. "Where do you get it?"
He was pleased. "Italy. Aldo's man brings a couple of cases every month by boat. It's the best. Here." He opened the desk drawer, pulled out an unopened bottle and handed it to me.
"Thanks," I said, taking the bottle, pleased with myself and the situation.
The cook shouted from outside, "Cab's here!"
Luigi said, "O.K., baby, remember what I told you. And listen, I don't let no one who ain't special in back here with you, understand?"
I nodded and he handed me a key. I put it in my bag and followed him out the office door. He put me in the cab and gave the driver a few dollars. I waved good-bye to him and settled back in the seat. The cabbie's clock said two o'clock and I was surprised. Somehow, I had thought it was much later. So much had gone on that night that it didn't seem to be possible that it had all happened in only about four hours. I was amazed.
Then I started thinking about Tony and what I would or should tell him. The more I thought about it, the more I decided not to tell him that I'd been fucked silly. I decided to tell him that when Luigi arrived, I had talked with him and had a few drinks in the office.
I knew he understood what went on in the back room, but I thought it was just as well not to mention the other two guys this time. I still hadn't figured out what to tell him if he wanted to start fucking, when we pulled up in front of the building. I went quickly inside and up to the loft. He was sitting at the table with his jug of wine and a magazine. He frowned as I came in.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"You're early," Tony said. His eyes glowed like two coals in a charcoal broiler.
I was puzzled. "It's five after two and I'm only supposed to work till two. What do you mean early?"
"How did you get home?" he said, his voice sharp.
Now I was annoyed. What was this crap? "Cab," I answered angrily and walked across the room to drop my bag.
"We are desperately in need of money and you are working and you waste our money on a cab!" he shouted at me, flinging the magazine down on the table.
I was pissed. "In that crummy neighborhood," I shouted back at him, "you ought to meet me every night and see that I get home!"
He ignored me and shouted, "Cabs! My money spent on cabs." Then suddenly he frowned. "Where did you get the money for a cab? How much did you make in tips tonight?"
I looked at him in disgust. "I don't think that dump ever had a food customer. I wouldn't eat there if you paid me. And for your information, there are gentlemen in this world. I didn't have to pay for the cab. It was paid for."
He jumped up from the table and ran over, grabbing me by the neck. His eyes looked wild and crazy, and for a second I was scared. Sure I had Luigi's promise, but I might be dead before I got to call him. He was choking my neck and screaming. "Who is paying for your cabs? Who? I demand to know!"
"Luigi!" I shouted as loud as I could. It came out a hoarse, strangled sound, but he heard and released my neck.
"Luigi?" he said, his face calmer but surprised. "My son Luigi paid for your cab? He gave you money and told you to take a cab?"
"No," I said, relieved he had calmed down. "He had Joe the cook get one and he walked me out and gave the driver the money."
He was nodding thoughtfully. "So. He was there when you left? How long was he there?"
"A few hours," I answered cautiously.
He went back to the table and sat down, sipping his wine, studying me, his eyes cold and calculating. I felt a little nervous. The brandy was wearing off and I felt a slight trembling in my knees. I opened the bag and brought out the new bottle of brandy and put it down on the table. He smiled when he saw it. "Did all right tonight, eh? Bottle of brandy and a cab home."
I grinned. His voice was warm and charming as ever. He wasn't mad. "Want some?" I asked.
He shook his head no. "But you have some," he added sweetly. I got a glass, poured a healthy drink, and sat down at the table. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice pleasant and interested. I took a deep swallow of the brandy and relaxed.
I told him I had one customer, and about trying to clean the place up and how there wasn't even any hot water. He laughed at that, but I realized with a start his eyes were cold and he was listening intently. I told him how Luigi had come in with his cousins, and he interrupted me.
"Giulio and Paolo?"
"Yes, they were very polite."
He frowned. "Go on. What happened when the came in?"
"Anyway," I said, "that's about it. It's certainly not a very busy restaurant. I don't see why they stay open so late. They sure don't make any money."
He started asking questions about the men and I was evasive. Then I admitted that I had sat in the office with ail of them and drank brandy and ate. He kept pressing me for details and repeating, "Did anything happen?"
I kept saying no, what did he think happened? Then suddenly he smiled knowingly and asked me if Luigi had told me anything.
I looked at him nervously, wondering if he suspected that Luigi had told me to call him if I had any problems. Finally, I said, "like what?"
He grinned, his eyes cold and hard, but his voice low and sexy, "You know. Told you not to tell me anything about what might have gone on?"
I said, "No." That was honest enough. He hadn't mentioned a word about not telling Tony anything. It had been me wno had decided not to tell him.
He kept pressing me with questions and I avoided them. I was beginning to feel a little trapped and wished I had started off in another way, like screaming about how this family thing was going just too far and that I was tired of it. I went to the bathroom area and he watched me sit down. The hot pee against my chafed cunt hurt and I winced with the first spurt of water.
I wiped myself gingerly and flushed the toilet. He sat there, looking very thoughtful, and as I walked back to the table, he held out a hand to me. "Come here, Kitty, come sit on my lap." His voice was tender and loving.
I picked up my full brandy glass and walked over. I sat on his lap. feeling my sore cunt rub uncomfortably against the nylon as I sat. He stroked my breasts gently, pulling my head close to his mouth. He whispered in my ear how much he had missed me that night. How he was so lonely and would speak out loud to me, not realizing I wasn't there. And how he hated the idea that I had to go out and work. But he promised me that soon it would be all over. He would get rich as a painter.
I knew it was a lot of bullshit. He barely spoke to me at all in the house. But I was tired and the brandy was warm and relaxing in my stomach. I closed my eyes and leaned back, listening to his low, sexy whispering in my ear, and feeling his soft, gentle touch on my breast.
We sat there a long time. I was almost asleep when he spoke, his voice a little louder. "My Kitty. I cannot touch you without my cock filling up with desire. Come, we will go to bed."
The last thing in the world I wanted was more cock, and I murmured, "I'm so tired." I was sure he would explode in anger and I waited for his attack.
Instead, he said softly, "Of course you're tired. How thoughtless of me. You have worked all night and need to rest."
I looked at him gratefully, relieve, but at the same time surprised. This wasn't my father, Tony. "I cannot sleep with my cock so hard and erect. But I will not bother you tonight. I will jerk myself off just by looking at your marvelous cunt."
My eyes opened and before I could say anything, he unzipped my uniform, picked me up, and carried me over to the bed. He pulled the dress off and I stretched out on my back-legs close together-and looked wearily up at him. He leaned over and pulled my legs apart. I looked at his tight pants, surprised. He didn't have a hard-on. I looked up at him and he had moved his hands down my thighs, spreading my legs wide and studying the chafed red area of skin.
He closed my legs and sat down beside me on the bed. "Kitty," he said softly, "someone made love to you tonight. I am not angry, but do not he to me. Who?"
I licked my dry lips nervously. "Luigi," I said finally. "The same way he did the last time, in Vegas. I couldn't resist and I figured if I did, you would be angry anyway. I knew it was all right with you."
He stroked my hair gently, but his eyes were hard. "You were right. Luigi is my family. I understand. You did what I would want. But did your cousins touch you?"
I didn't answer and he continued to gently stroke my hair, assuring me it was all right and that he understood if they had. But he wanted to know exactly who was involved. His voice was sweet and tender.
For a long time I didn't answer. Finally, his voice stern and hard, but his touch still gentle, he said, "Kitty, I demand that you answer me! And if I find out that you have lied to me, that you ever he to me, I will beat you black and blue."
I shook. I was sure that was exactly what he would do. It never occurred to me that he could have just as easily asked his boy Luigi and whatever Luigi told him he'd have had to accept. But I was scared, his voice really chilled me sometimes.
I opened my eyes and I looked up at him. Then I told him the whole story. He laughed and said, "Those bastards." He was interested in the details in the bedroom, how they used the set-up and I told him. He nodded his head admiringly, and said, "They're really operators." Then he slapped my thigh lightly. "Someday, Kitty, you will enjoy that ingenious bedroom with me."
He got up from the bed, picked up his wine, and went to the telephone. He dialed a number and asked for Luigi. I was puzzled. I couldn't understand how he could just accept the whole thing so calmly. One minute he carried on like a maniac with a jealous fit and the next minute he's asking the details of how his nephews balled me. He was really something else.
Apparently, Luigi came on the phone, because he suddenly launched into a harsh, furious stream of crazy Sicilian into the receiver, wildly waving his free hand in the air as he spoke. I heard my name a couple of times, but I was too tired to even care. At one point, I thought he'd have a heart attack; the veins in his forehead were popping out. And he held the receiver with his shoulder and banged both hands on the table, ranting, repeating one word over and over, waving two fingers in the air.
Then just as fast as the outbreak had begun, he was smiling, and his voice was calm and even. Then suddenly he was stern. He said "No" a couple of times and then grinned. "Pronto," he said, and hung up the telephone.
He was in a good mood now, pouring more wine, and picking up the newspaper. "Someday," he said, "I'll be famous as an artist, wealthy, and all this will be past. There will be no working in a cheap joint for my wife. Uncle Aldo has promised to set me up in my own gallery. I will be rich and famous." Then he ignored me completely. I slid under the cool sheet and dozed. I thought I would drop right off to sleep, but I didn't. Suddenly, there was a timid knock on the glass pane in the door and Tony leaped up from his chair, smiling as he went to the door. I rolled over on my side and pretended to be asleep.
He opened the door and Joe, the cook from the joint, was there. He handed Tony a brown envelope, grunted and left. With the door still open, Tony opened the envelope and looked inside it. I couldn't see what was in it-he didn't take whatever it was out-but he smiled broadly as he closed the door and walked back into the room.
He didn't look at me, but walked right over to one of the painting on the wall and pushed it aside. I saw a tiny, wooden door there, which he pulled open. He stuck the envelope inside and closed it again. It didn't seem to be locked.
I shut my eyes quickly as he pushed the picture back in place. I didn't want him to know I'd seen his hiding place. The first chance I got, I was going to find out what was in there.
Whistling softly, he put on his jacket, walked over and looked down at me. I kept my eyes closed and heard him murmur. "Ah Kitty." He sounded pretty happy. I heard the front door close and he locked it.
I stayed in bed for about fifteen minutes to be sure he was gone. Then I got out and crept over to the painting, pushed it aside, and opened the small door. I was astounded to find a pile of money in the little cabinet. The brown envelope was right on top. I pulled it out quickly and looked inside. There were five crisp, new ten-dollar bills inside. There were some papers I didn't want to take the time to look at.
I put the envelope quickly back in place and pushed the picture back. Nervously, I poured another glass of brandy and got back into bed. I drank the brandy, lit a cigarette and thought about the cache.
Slowly things were fitting into place. First, the Luigi scene and the marriage. The marriage was probably a genuine solution to my father's immigration problem. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty certain he wouldn't have gone through with it for any other reason but his own benefit. He probably had a long-standing battle with Immigration that was solved by marriage to an American citizen.
Then tonight. Whatever he had figured on hadn't worked out. Something had gone wrong. He had given me to Luigi, but not the others. But Luigi on the telephone had pacified him,. He had been in a good mood when he hung up.
He had been bought. My husband-my father-had been bought. The big man who was going to take care of me had been bought. For a moment I was disgusted. The big man was weak. But suddenly with horror, I realized he was willingly selling my cunt. He was not only my husband and my father, he was my pimp too.
I was stunned, and I was terrified. I didn't know what to do or whom to turn to. I had another drink and told myself to cool it, there's got to be some way of dealing with it. My first thought was to raid the cache, take the money, and run away as far as possible. Back to Italy. But suppose I met him on the stairwell. He'd probably murder me right there. Hysterically, I formed speeches to greet him with when he got back.
As the brandy calmed my nerves, I started thinking a little more rationally. For one thing, he was getting a pretty price tor my ass; fifty bucks for one night was damned good. And I was getting nothing, which certainly wasn't cool. Not fair. After all, I reasoned, I did the work. The work wasn't that hard. In fact, I had really enjoyed the work.
All the angry speeches I had thought of to scream at him drifted away. And fortunately, with them went the infatuation I had for old Tony. I saw him for what he was. I admitted he was a pretty clever guy and I'd been had. But in the end, I said to myself, I will get even.
The thing was to keep cool till the next action occurred, I decided. And when it did, I'd either go to Luigi or confront Tony. I'd have to figure out something, though, that I could hold over his head. Luigi was fine for protection in domestic battles. Tony wouldn't dare go too far once I threw that at him. But I was pretty sure Luigi wasn't going to buy my ditching his father too fast either.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I awoke the next morning, feeling rested and good. Tony slept beside me, his mouth partly open, and I could smell a strong odor of stale whiskey. He really tied one on, the bastard. Had a big successful evening-went out to celebrate. Those days were coming to an end. He was going to pay for his little fun now, I vowed.
I lit a cigarette and dragged heavily on it. I got out of bed and went to the refrigerator, pulled out the big gallon of cold, white wine and poured a glass. I went back to bed with my cigarette and wine and stretched out beside him. It was a luxurious feeling. This was the first time I had ever awakened in the morning before Tony, and last night's conclusions had given me a peculiar kind of courage. At heart I didn't give a damn what he said.
I lay on my side with my cigarette and wine and an ashtray balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, studying his face. He was gorgeous. I couldn't deny that, I thought, as I drained my glass of wine.
I got up and refilled it, lit another cigarette, and got back into bed. He was attractive all right. Nothing would ever change that. When I'd finally figured out what was going on the night before and got to thinking rationally about it, the special feeling I had for Tony had disappeared completely.
For several days now, I had vaguely been looking for a way out. But what could I do? Where could I go? The truth was I couldn't dig a nine-to-five job in some office, or for that matter any dull job, and I didn't want to go back to Italy a failure.
I despised routine of any kind and even school to me had been a routine. I hated every minute I spent in a classroom, and those silly deadlines on term papers and the like. But if a girl isn't going to settle down into the square life with children and a station wagon, she has to do something. At that point in my life, I knew there was only one thing that I really enjoyed, and that was sex. Maybe I did fit in with Tony and Luigi and my cousins at Uncle Aldo's.
I hadn't thought of sex as a way of earning a living until it was thrown into my lap. The word whore was a term you threw at somebody, if you really wanted to insult them. But here I was, a whore. I had made some money, even though I hadn't seen it, and even better, I had enjoyed it. I laughed out loud thinking about that. I had always heard that prostitutes never enjoyed it.
I knew, though, as I sat there considering this new way of life, I was going to have to be damned careful. If Tony had gotten an extra fifty bucks just like that, he wasn't going to let go that easily. I would have to get a hold on him first. As I lay there, studying his handsome profile and thinking how little I knew about him, I wondered what the hold could possibly be. I knew there had to be some weak spot.
Luigi had intimated that Tony had a big mouth, and that's what had kept him in some kind of subordinate position. Also, I guessed from their attitude that in the group Tony didn't carry much weight. Luigi always referred to him as the old man. He didn't get no respect.
Beside me, Tony stirred on the bed and his eyes opened slowly. He blinked them several times for a minute or two. They were bloodshot. I figured he had a pretty big head.
He looked up at me. "You're up early," he grunted, stretching as though his body were stiff and sore.
I laughed. "You're up late, you mean." I drained my wine glass. He looked at the empty glass, a blank look on his face. "Care for some? A little cold white wine might make your swollen head go away, seeing as it was caused by the-"
I didn't get to finish. He shouted, "All right! All right! Get me some wine, but shut up while you do it!"
It was going to be rough. I had to bite my tongue to keep from socking it to him right then and there, straight out. I got out of bed, poured him a glass and refilled my own. He drank it down in one gulp, muttered, and flung himself back on the pillows, closing his eyes.
I got into bed. I was glad he was suffering some kind of pain, and I was especially glad that the pain was caused by a victory celebration about the profit he made on my body. I hoped his head lasted all day. Through the sheet, I studied the outline of his hard, muscular body. His half-erect prick raised the sheet slightly, and as I studied the contours of his body, I felt a responding warmth in my groin.
As I realized the familiar tingling sensation, I laughed out loud. Maybe sex would be an ideal career for me. Maybe I was as crazy as Tony.
"I don't know what you're so happy about," he snarled, his eyes still closed.
"I'm so happy because I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world," I said, a teasing tone in my voice, "and I couldn't be happier, more contented, or feel more secure than I do right at this minute."
He opened his eyes suspiciously and looked at me. I quickly raised my wine glass, waved it in the air, and said, "A toast to our fiftieth anniversary!"
He grunted again, but closed his eyes to my relief. I really had to stop fooling around, I chided myself. You're going to blow everything before it even starts. I had to keep my options open, be ready to get out if I decided to run. Still, I couldn't resist a little more. I snuggled down under the sheet, close to him, lightly rubbing his forearm.
"Do you have to, Kitty? I am very sick," he said, his voice weary and irritated.
"Tony," I moaned softly in protest, "don't reject me. I am working so hard for you and I felt so guilty about being too tired last night to even fuck. I didn't sleep half the night, worrying about it."
He didn't answer, but he didn't push me Way either. Now did he touch me. I moved my hand over his chest, lightly massaging it. He did have a beautiful body. Firm and hard, and I stroked the muscles, feeling the heat of his body passing through my moving hand deep into my own body.
"You recover fast, don't you?" he said nastily.
"I rarely have hangovers," I said. "And I certainly didn't have one this morning."
"That is not what I refer to," he answered sharply.
"What are you referring to?" I asked, with a hint of puzzlement in my voice, daring him to answer.
He didn't. Just grunted again, his eyes still closed. Slowly, I slid my hand down his thighs to his crotch and gently felt his full balls. He wasn't one to allow me to make advances as such-that I had already learned-and I waited to see his response.
It was swift. He turned on his side, moving my hand away, and slid his hand up my leg. It went right to my cunt, and began to probe my clit gently. I moved my hand back, getting a good hold on his cock. He opened his eyes and stared silently but steadily at me for several seconds.
Then, again he shifted, removing my hand and working faster at my clit. I was really enjoying the game and I could sense a kind of tension building in him, but he said nothing. He moved his hot mouth over one of my breasts and began to suck gently on the nipple. I moved a hand around his neck and played with his ear. Annoyed, he shifted his head several times to dislodge my hand. But each time he went back to sucking, I quickly put my hand back on his ear.
He raised his head and looked steadily at me again. "You must be expecting your period, Kitty. You are horny today."
I grinned at him. "Guess so," I said.
"Be patient and I will take care of you." He went back to my breast and my hand went back to his head. He moved further down my body with his hot, moist mouth, sucking and moving his tongue in circles against my tingling skin.
Quickly, he rolled over on me, between my legs, his mouth at my cunt, and raised my thighs onto his shoulders. I fell back on the bed to enjoy the hot mouth probing my sensitive, tingling clit. In seconds, I came, rising higher and higher, feeling the magnificent surge of my tense muscles, crashing inside against my burning skin.
He went into his favorite position, on his knees between my legs, raising my cunt to his prick. His big, full cock slid easily into my hot, wet pussy and I leaned sideways a little, reaching under my legs to grasp his balls. I could see a look of annoyance pass over his face, but I kept my hand there, cupping his balls, and let one finger slide along the underside of his prick as he moved in and out of me.
The look of annoyance quickly passed and now he was studying my face carefully. I closed my eyes, making soft low noises in my throat. I realized that he knew something was up, but didn't know exactly what. I had also realized he wasn't going to push me either.
Suddenly, he yanked out of me abruptly and I looked up at him in surprise. His face was hard and cold, his lips a thin firm line. "You are not happy with my cock today, Kitty. Have you found a better one?"
"No," I said sweetly, "it's just that I never get to do anything to you. It's you who's always giving pleasure to me. I want to give you some fun too."
He stared cruelly down at me for a moment and then said in a tight voice, "Your pussy is pleasure enough."
He rammed his cock back into me, banged furiously several times, and shot into me. With a sudden violent grip he brought my legs tightly against his chest and groaned. Then he opened his eyes and said, "There, I have had pleasure. Are you happy?"
I smiled at him. "I guess sometimes a little passion is better than control. It makes me feel irresistible."
"Eh!" he said in disgust. He threw my legs down on the bed and rolled over onto his back. "Get me some more wine!" I poured two more glasses of wine and he sipped his slowly. I lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, not looking at him, wondering what was going to happen today. "I am ready to eat," he said sharply.
"I wouldn't recommend spaghetti. It's too heavy on your system at the moment. One boiled egg would probably be good for you now," I said, trying to sound concerned.
"Anything," he said. "I don't care."
I got up and made breakfast. When he came to the table to eat, his face was pale and his eyes were still bloodshot. After he ate, he went back to bed. I cleaned up and noticed that every time I looked over at him he was serious. His brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes cold and calculating.
I knew he was weighing what was going on. Just how much did I know? What could I possibly know? I was pretty sure he figured that Luigi had told me some things about him. I figured he was probably thinking that he could knock Luigi out of the picture easily. He could convince me my brother couldn't do a damn thing for me. But he might have been thinking that if he tried it, and Luigi wasn't the reason I was standing up to him, he would've blown the whole scene. And he couldn't risk that yet. He needed me to stay in the country too.
When I finished cleaning up, he told me to go out and get something for dinner. We were going to have to eat early, now that I started work at six. I told him there was plenty of spaghetti, and there was nothing I needed.
He quickly said that he was sick of spaghetti. Besides, it was too heavy for his system at the moment. I giggled. He wanted fish, fresh fish, and for that I had to go to a certain market, a good distance away. I'didn't think anything of it at the time. I shrugged and got dressed. I hadn't wanted to leave him. I wanted to stay right there all day and listen to any phone calls he might make. Even though they were usually in that private language, I spoke Italian and was getting pretty adept at picking up words in the rapid tirades that went on.
Still, I knew I had better go. I didn't want him too suspicious. At the same time, I knew for some reason, he wanted me out of the house. I left, walking slowly and leisurely through the tacky Venice streets, peering into dress shops and stores, daydreaming about the money I would be spending on elegant outfits, wigs, and whatever else caught my imagine.
I bought the fish and headed back on a different route to pass other stores. It took me quite a while. When I returned to the apartment and walked in, his face was furious. I met his glare with a bright smile. "Hello, dear, the fish was perfect," I said, ignoring his rage, and waving the thick brown paper bag at him.
"Where have you been?" His voice was tense and he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles were white.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "To the fish market. Where do you think I've been? It's a lovely day and the walk was pleasant"
He sat down, but I could still see the contortions in his face from his anger. I continued blithely on, crossing to the refrigerator to put the fish away. "I looked in the windows of all those marvelous little stores and dreamed about the clothes and things we would buy when you became rich and famous."
He muttered something under his breath and opened his magazine. The phone rang and he ran to answer it. All he said was "O.K." a number of times and then "Ciao". He hung up the phone, picked up his jacket and started for the front door.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
He looked at me in surprise. I'd never asked him where he was going before. Then his face grew harder. "Out!" he said, standing still in front of the door.
"When will you be back?" I said sweetly. "Why?"
"The fish," I said with a smile. "I wanted to know when I should start cooking. I have to be at work at six, you know."
"I will be back before it's time to cook it," he said sharply, turned and went out the door.
I sat down at the table with my brandy bottle and had a warm, pleasant drink. Getting to be quite a drinker, I said to myself-morning, noon and night. I giggled. Then I thought about the secret little cabinet behind the picture. I wanted to know exactly how much money he had, but I waited a while longer to be sure he was gone.
Then I went over, pushed the picture aside, and opened the door. The cabinet was empty. There was nothing at all inside it, not even the brown envelope. I laughed out loud, closed the door and put the picture in place. I had really upset him this morning. He didn't know what I knew, but he damn well wasn't going to take any chances with his money.
I sat down and thought about it. Then suddenly it occurred to me that I had never even suspected the existence of the cabinet, and there might well be another hiding place. He might have emptied the cabinet, figuring I had seen him the night before. I searched carefully behind every painting, in the closet, in the cabinets and even in the stove. I found nothing, but somehow, the more I looked, the more I was sure there was another place.
I lifted the mattress and box spring-nothing. I poured another drink and sat down on the bed thinking about where I might have missed. I was certain now. I dragged on a cigarette, sipped my drink, and stared into space. The crazy pink color of the apartment always mesmerized me, and my eyes fastened to the floor.
"The floor, of course!" I shouted out loud. And right at the foot of the bed, in the shadow of the sheet, was a small knothole at the line of the dark and light pink stripes. I tugged gently at it and the board came right up. Below it was a neat, metal-lined compartment with a pile of papers in it. Keeping my ears attuned for his step on the stairs, I shuffled quickly through the papers. They were all official-looking, and I had no idea what they were about. "Department of Immigration," I began to read. Underneath the papers were two passports, both in Tony's name and both with his picture. They were from the U.S. and from France, and I knew that they couldn't possibly be legal. I don't know anything about immigration and the like, but I've seen enough spy movies to know you can't have legal passports from-two different countries. Both looked current.
There was also eight hundred dollars in cash.
I got a piece of paper and pen and noted the serial numbers of the passports and copied some information off of the official-looking documents. Then I put everything carefully back in place. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with the info, but I had a feeling it might turn out to be pretty valuable.
I tore a tiny hole in the lining of my purse, wadded the paper up and stuck it in. He had taken my money easily from my purse, so I figured he'd never look there again. I made the hole small enough that I was sure he wouldn't find it anyway. It wasn't big enough to stuff money into and I was pretty sure that would be all he would ever look for.
I felt pretty good over my discovery. I had another drink. I was turning into quite a detective, I thought, congratulating myself on my cleverness. He came in about an hour later and was in a pretty good mood. I picked that up right away and figured I was in for another big night.
He was sweet and talking constantly about our great future together. None of the cold, suspicious looks that I had gotten in the morning. He seemed completely oblivious to my indulgent expression as he raved about his painting career. He even suggested we go for a walk. I was stunned. It was going to be a big night, I reasoned. Maybe just what I was looking for.
We went out and walked to the park. He held my hand the whole way, squeezing it warmly and tenderly every so often. He was in such high spirits, I began to get a little nervous. Perhaps the whole thing was completely out of my control and I should split with him now.
But I held onto my nerves, reasoning if things were out of my control already, there wasn't anything I could do about it. The best thing for me to do was not tip my own hand yet. What I knew already might be useful.
We sat for a while in the warm afternoon sun on a park bench and he suggested we eat out now before I had to go to work. We hadn't been out to eat, except for breakfast after the marriage, so I was surprised. But I readily agreed and he took me to a restaurant that he called his favorite.
To my surprise, it was a French restaurant and he ordered beautifully in French. I had no idea he spoke the language and told him so. He smiled, and said he knew lots of things that I didn't know he knew. He couldn't have been more attentive, pouring my wine, lighting my cigarettes, and asking with what sounded Uke genuine concern if I wanted anything more. I leaned back and enjoyed it. What a pity, I thought, that he's such a bastard. He could be great.
At last, he said we'd better be going back to the house. It was getting late and I had to get ready for work. I said it was only five and I didn't have to be there till six but he shook his head, smiled, and said he wanted to help me get ready for work. His voice was low and sexy. Back at the house he tumbled me swiftly onto the bed and fucked me. I was feeling so good that I didn't even bother trying to give him a hard time. I just laid back and enjoyed his cock.
Before I got up to go to work I lay back and thought the whole thing over. I could grab the eight hundred and make a run for it at any time. Also, I had that incriminating info to hold over his head if he came after me. I looked over at him, dozing quietly. What was the strange magic I still felt for him? A daughter's love? A wife's? I decided I'd go along with things for a time, just to see how they came out ... and to sort out my feelings.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Minutes later I got up and dressed. Tony rolled out of bed, dressed hurriedly and walked me to the restaurant where he left me outside. As usual, there were no customers. Bored, I unlocked the office and went in. Right on the desk was a full bottle of brandy and one glass. There was a note taped to the bottle in large, child-like printing: "Help yourself, Sis. I'll be in later."
Good old Luigi, I thought, pouring a glass. I was beginning to feel a genuine fondness for my brother. I slumped into a chair and began sipping the brandy.
About three glasses later the lock turned in the office door and I stared expectantly as it opened. It was Luigi, but to my amazement, Tony was with him. Both were grinning broadly and both were clearly a little drunk, I noted quickly. "Ah, she complains she works so hard! Look at her," Tony said, laughing and pointing at me.
I smiled smugly at him and looked at Luigi. "Hi, baby," I said fondly, winking at him.
They both came into the office, Tony closing the door behind him. He was carrying a big dress box under his arm that I eyed curiously. So I was going in drag, I thought. Luigi came to me, bent over and kissed me on the mouth, squeezing both my breasts gently. I slipped my hand up to his crotch and squeezed it in return and whispered, "Hi, cock."
He grinned broadly at me and sat down at the desk. Tony sat on the couch, and I waited for the next line.
"Cunt," Luigi began, "you're going to have yourself a time tonight! The big boss heard about what you've been doing here in the diner."
I looked at him, carefully registering surprise. "Aren't you the big boss?"
"Oh, no, cunt. There's a big big boss. Uncle Aldo. We told him how you've been cleanin' the joint up and he-likes that. He-likes people with, uh, initiative. Right, Papa Tony? Initiative."
Tony nodded and I smiled. "He really-likes my work?" I asked, trying to sound naive.
"Oh, he does!" Luigi assured me, nodding his head. "And he told me, 'Luigi, bring that broad to meet me. I'm going to give her a raise. And to really show my appreciation, a night on the town.'"
I loved his bullshit. He was so convincing. If I didn't know him, I was sure I would have believed him. But I was pleased, too. Being "big boss" meant something.
If I played my cards right, I could pull everything off beautifully. I was sure of that. "Great! That's exciting," I said. "Is he taking us all out?" I added innocently.
"Oh, no," Luigi said, We're going to bring you over to meet him. He's waiting for you at his penthouse. He owns the building. It's in Beverly Hills."
I looked over at Tony. He still looked like he was in a good mood, but he was also thoughtful. Maybe I had agreed too readily, I thought. But then, if it was the big boss, I was probably going to get my chance to make a move tonight and there wasn't much sense in worrying about Tony.
"We got a dress for ya, cunt," Luigi continued, gesturing to the box. "We wanted to bring you in your uniform, but the boss said no. After all, he said, he'd like to see you in your uniform, but he couldn't very well take you out like that."
I nodded and got up, walked over to the box and opened it. The outfit was fantastic-wide full pants and a long dress top. The material was soft and clingy, pure white, with gold embroidery trim at the low vee neck, on the wide full sleeves and in the flair at the bottom of the pants.
"Wow," I said admiringly, "you guys are really doing it up, aren't you?" Then I smiled directly at Tony. "He must really be a boss of bosses," I said.
Tony frowned and I pulled out a bag in the bottom of the box. There were simple gold sandals in it, matching the trim on the outfit. They sure thought of everything.
"Should I get dressed?" I asked, and Tony, still frowning, nodded yes. I walked over and stood in front of Luigi, my back to him. "linzip me, baby," I said softly, keeping my voice low and sexy, and watching Tony.
He said nothing and Luigi unzipped my uniform. I wiggled out of it, still standing in front of him, and I could hear him lick his lips and breathe a little faster. I tossed the uniform at Tony. "You may as well take this home," I said sweetly. His face hardened, but still he said nothing. I walked slowly across the room, stretching and turning to give Luigi a full view. "Good thing I dozed a little," I saw, yawning. "I'd have never lasted an evening on the town otherwise."
I spread my legs and stretched high again, bent over without bending my knees and touched my toes several times. As I came back up, I noted with satisfaction the hard bulge appearing in Luigi's crotch.
"Get dressed," Tony said sharply. I ignored him and stretched again. Luigi's eyes were roaming up and down my body, and I walked over and stood in front of him, my legs spread, one hand on my hip. I shoved the other out swiftly, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. "Look what we have here," I said softly. Luigi's eyes were hot and heavy and he licked his lips again, almost nervously, I thought.
"How 'bout a quickie, baby?" I said, grinning at him. I thrust my hips toward him. Behind me, Tony spoke quickly in that crazy Italian, his voice low, almost angry. Luigi nodded, still looking at my body and licking his lips.
"What's the matter?" I said, pouting a little. "Don't you like me any more, cock?" He laughed, the sound low and thick, and reached both hands up and stroked my breasts lightly, running his hands down to my hips.
"I like you fine, cunt. But he's right."
"What did he say?" I asked, nodding my head toward Tony. "I don't speak Mafioso."
He laughed again. "He said, you never know about Aldo. If he's in the mood, he might move fast, and if he found that little pussy of yours wet and smelly, I'd have to move fast"
"What's with Aldo?" I asked sweetly. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Listen, cunt," Luigi went on quickly. "Aldo's a big man. He's considering helping Tony out. Start an art gallery or something. Maybe buy a lot of his paintings. You treat him nice and he'll take good care of Tony."
I broke up laughing and said, "Wonderful!" I turned to Tony. "For you, darling, anything." Tony looked mad. I knew he figured now that I had something in mind, but there didn't seem to be too much he could do about it. And Luigi obviously suspected nothing, since he was still going on with the crap about buying paintings. "But you know, Luigi," I said coyly, "we could still have a little quickie. I could take a shower afterwards."
Luigi looked up at me. He was dying to. It was written all over his face, but again Tony spoke in the private lingo, this time his voice a little sharper.
Luigi said, "No time, baby. Better get ready." He patted my ass longingly and sighed deeply.
I took my purse into the bathroom, powdered my face and combed my hair. I went back, swaying my hips as I passed Luigi, and slipped into the top, then the pants, carefully lifting my legs to give Luigi a good look at my cunt through my thin, almost transparent panties. His pants still bulged with his' fat cock, and his hand shook slightly as he lit a cigarette.
"Let's go!" Tony shouted. He stood and clapped his hands loudly together. I followed him out the door, and Luigi closed and locked it. Tony looked down at me, slid his hand up my sleeve and gripped my wrist tightly. He said in a low threatening voice, "Don't cross me, baby. You'll regret it. I'll cut your cunt out!"
"Hey," I said, loud enough for Luigi to hear, "stop, you're hurting me."
Luigi turned and Tony glared at me, but dropped my arm quickiy. I rubbed it slowly and said, "What's with you, baby? What's going on? Got an olive pit stuck up your ass?"
Luigi put his arm on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. I turned and smiled at him. "You looked great underneath those pants, cock," I said.
He laughed. "Tomorrow, baby. Tomorrow we fuck."
I nodded and we went outside to Luigi's car. We drove uptown in silence. I had insisted on sitting up front, saying I was lonely back there, and Luigi readily opened the door. I sat between them, resting my hand on Luigi's thick thigh. Tony kept his arms folded across his chest and stared straight ahead out the front window.
We drove to Beverly Hills, where we pulled up in front of a huge, balconied apartment house. A uniformed doorman let us out, and a guy in another uniform got in and drove the car off. I walked between the two men, enjoying the admiring looks I got from the people in the huge, gilded lobby. We rode up the elevator to the penthouse suite and a dark, swarthy man in a black silk suit greeted us as the door opened. He nodded silently and turned. We followed him into a spacious, richly decorated suite.
There were several men, sitting around in chairs and on sofas, but in the very center of the room a heavy, sensuous-looking man sat in a straight chair at a table, his shirt sleeves rolled up, looking steadily and appraisingly at us. I almost laughed out loud. All these damned guys looked like they'd just seen "Godfather Two" and were imitating the roles. Luigi pushed me forward, slightly ahead of him and Tony. The "big boss" looked me over carefully, and I looked him over at the same time, keeping my gaze steady and thoughtful.
He was very sexy, I decided, a little on the heavy side, but it was the kind of heaviness that was sensual. He wasn't lean like Luigi, but he was muscular. He was strong. He looked strong. Finally, he nodded his head. Neither Luigi nor Tony spoke. "She's lovely," he said evenly. I liked his voice. Deep and rich. It went with his face. He turned and spoke to one of the men. "Have the car outside in an hour." Then he turned back, looking beyond me, at my escorts, nodding his head again, and waved a hand in obvious dismissal of them. I heard Luigi move away and I turned. Tony still stood there, his face hard, his eyes cold, and he began to speak in strange Italian, his voice angry.
Aldo laughed and answered Tony in the private language. His voice sounded as though he were sneering, and several times he gestured towards me. Tony shrugged and spoke again.
Suddenly Aldo laughed, his whole expression changed. "You got guts, cousin," he said to Tony. He pulled out a huge roll of bills from his pocket. I'd never seen a roll like that before. He peeled off the top bill, a hundred-dollar bill, and threw it on the table in front of him. Tony was smiling now. He stepped forward and picked up the bill.
"She'd better be worth it, cousin," Aldo said.
Tony merely shrugged, turned without looking at me, and went out the door with Luigi. I studied Aldo carefully, thinking, don't worry, baby, I'm going to be worth it. And worth a lot more. We were alone now.
Aldo stood and waved a hand for me to follow him. We went into a large, luxurious bedroom with thick carpeting. There were two double beds pushed close together with thick quilts on them. Aldo walked across the room, sat in an armchair and looked at me. I looked right back at him. I didn't want to blow this scene, but frankly, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. On one of the dressers lining the wall, there was a bucket of champagne and two glasses.
Keeping my voice cool and low, I said carefully, "May I have a drink?"
He smiled and gestured at the bottle. "Help yourself."
I walked slowly over to the dresser. The bottle was corked and I smiled over at him. I said coolly, "Would you open the bottle, please?" I was amazed at my own calmness. I was nervous as hell, but my voice didn't show it at all. That was because, like most women, when they're motivated by vengeance, they can handle any situation smoothly.
His expression told me he approved so far. He got up, came over, and uncorked the bottle. He put the bottle back into the bucket, turned without a word, and sat down again.
Good thing I liked going to movies, I thought. I walked coolly over and twirled the bottle in the ice bucket with a towel around the neck. I had never done it before, but now I was doing it like a pro, and he was watching. I lifted the chilled bottle carefully and, without a word to him, filled the two glasses. I lifted both up, then stopped. The short time with Tony had taught me one thing, these guys liked to be waited on. I put my own glass down and carried his over to him. I held it out gracefully, smiling.
He relaxed in his chair and watched me as I walked over to him. He accepted it without a word and I went back for mine. I wasn't sure now what to do next. I stood there, looking at him, and sipped my champagne. Then finally I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag and said carefully, "They just brought me there. I haven't been coached. Now what?"
He laughed and sipped his drink. "I'll bet they told you plenty."
I grinned easily. I had an opener and I wasn't going to waste it. I said smoothly, "We've been playing quite a game, the three of us."
"What do you mean, a game?" he growled, but his voice was still relaxed.
I realized by his question that I had probably had a big build-up, and he was looking for innocence. I had better play it cool. I looked at him seriously and spoke softly. "I'm not very experienced in this kind of game. In fact, it's the first time I've ever been involved in it." He continued to frown, but listened intently to me. I took another drag on the cigarette and continued. "I'm not stupid. Maybe that's the problem. It took me a little while, but I think I know now what basically is going on."
"So?" he asked. "You just decided to go along with it or what ... ? " His voice trailed off, and he looked at me steadily.
I shrugged easily. "I'll be honest, because I don't know how else to deal with it. At first I was scared, damned scared. Then," and I smiled, lowering my eyes slowly, flirtatiously, "I had to admit, once the shock wore off, that I hadn't found it exactly unpleasant." He laughed, his face warm and friendly. I was doing all right. I decided to go ahead, and I said evenly, "But like all women, smart women, I don't like being used and I'm going to hang him, but good. In the meantime, till I get my chance, I go along with the game."
He really roared this time, and slapped his knee with one hand. When he stopped laughing, he looked at me seriously. "You're okay, baby," he said. "I like women with a little spunk." Then he narrowed his eyes. "like I said before, are you worth it?"
I shrugged back. "You'll have to decide that for yourself. But I'm game to give it a try."
"What do you dig?" he asked.
I was about to say "Anything", but had a sudden inspiration. "Are you asking seriously?" I said. "I mean do you really want to know what I dig? Frankly, what I dig I've missed with your cousin Tony. I think it's because-perhaps he's a little too dominating."
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "Yes, he is."
"I like a man to lie back so I can tongue him all over," I came back. Then I went over to him with the champagne bottle, filling his first and then mine. I returned the bottle to the bucket, and sat down on the bed. "I dig it when a guy's at my mercy. I like to take a man around-the-world," I added seriously. He gave me a quizzical look. "Oh, I like being fucked," I assured him, "But I also enjoy, just as much, making love to a man's body ... all over. Tony doesn't even like to be touched, let alone licked all over, and I would like to try that." I carefully kept from mentioning the things I did with Luigi and my cousins at the restaurant.
He smiled. "Good. I think I'd like that. Make love to me ... all over." I smiled back and drained my glass. I stood and walked over to him. I sat carefully on the arm of the chair, leaned over and lightly kissed his forehead, burying my mouth into his hair. I breathed deeply and fingered his ears lightly. He leaned back in the chair, one arm on the side of the chair, and the other on his lap close to me.
I stroked his hair lightly, running my fingers through it, lightly brushing my hot lips against his forehead. Then I moved down over to his ear and breathed deeply into it, exhaling slowly.
I gently ran my tongue around the inside, pursed my lips slightly and made a low sucking sound. I felt him stiffen slightly. I wasn't sure whether it was successful or not, and quickly moved my mouth down to his neck, tonguing the strong thick muscles. I traced the veins in his neck, my hand moving over to his thick, muscular biceps, and I squeezed them gently. I traced the strong, full curve at his muscle, letting him know I thought it was great by my touch.
I brought my mouth around to his neck, right under his chin. I could see the beginning of a small bulge down between his legs. It was going okay so far. I moved my face up to his. His eyes were closed, and I kissed him lightly over his whole face, occasionally touching his skin with my tongue. I still kept one hand on his bicep, while the other hand slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
His chest was thick and powerful, covered with tiny curling black hairs. I pulled the front of his shirt from his belt and slowly lowered my mouth from his face to his neck. Then I went down around his chest, to the small, erect nipples in his hard, powerful torso. I moved back and forth slowly from nipple to nipple, sucking on them and tonguing them, but not staying too long, knowing I had a long way to go.
I slipped my hands inside his shirt on either side, moving my hot palms slowly up and down his sides. He was hard as a rock. While I had started the action calculatingly, I was rapidly getting lost in the sensations. I rose from the arm rest, still keeping my hands flat against his skin inside his shirt, moving my fingers, kneading the hard, smooth, hairless flesh of his sides. I knelt between his legs. My crotch was soaking wet and tingling.
I moved my mouth slowly down his stomach, while my hands unfastened his belt and unsnapped his trousers. Then I pulled down the zipper. I kept my mouth buried in his navel, but tugged gently on the sides of his pants to let him know that I wanted him to pull them down. He never said a word, but rose slightly in the chair, and I slid his shorts and pants off together. I was still leaning over him, pulling them down to his ankles.
I moved my hot mouth down his stomach to his thighs, and eyed his fully erect prick. His cock was big and thick and I was relieved. It had flashed through my mind that his prick might be a problem. I might have to bullshit my way through the night.
I didn't touch that prick right away. I kept my mouth moving steadily on his thighs. I untied his shoes and pulled at one. He raised it, and I pulled off the shoe and the sock, still keeping my mouth circling on the top surface of his thighs. His prick was hard and straight, and already a small drop of liquid was squeezing out from the tiny slit in the head. I took off the other shoe and sock, and pulled off his pants and shorts quickly, tossing them aside. I pulled his ankles fairly close together and lowered my head between his legs to the ankle. His legs pressed around my head gently, and I sucked my way up to one knee and then back down.
I could feel his calf muscles stiffen, but he said nothing. Back down I went to the other ankle, up to the knee again, my hands firmly gripping the hollow behind his knee joint. He leaned back and slid his ass right to the edge of the chair. I didn't look up at him. I kept my mouth going most of the time. I moved up one inner thigh, lightly holding his big cock upright with the back of my other hand. I held it away from my head as I lightly brushed my lips over his full balls. I barely touched them, breathing heavily over the wrinkled flesh.
He squirmed in the chair and groaned in a low sound, but I ignored him, moving down the other thigh to the knee. I shifted both my hands onto his knees and pressed them against the sides of my head. I moved up, tonguing from side to side in quick darting movements till I felt his cock against my forehead. I pressed it upright with my head and sucked away at his balls, softly, gently, then slightly harder.
He was breathing heavily above me and my panties were soaking wet. I slid my hands down and pushed my outer pants to my knees, still tonguing his balls. I slid out of the panties and worked my tongue up the long shaft of his hard, thick prick. I put one hand at the base. The other hand worked gently on his balls, and I licked it like an ice-cream cone, tonguing it, sucking it, then tonguing it again.
He was stiffening in his chair, squirming slightly, his eyes shut tight. I took the tip of his cock teasingly into my mouth, and worked away on it, moaning softly. My moans were genuine. I had forgotten my purpose. I was lost in my own pleasures. He thrust his body toward me, but I teased. I gripped the hard ridges of the cockhead tightly in my mouth and squeezed hard. Inch by inch, I brought his cock into my mouth. But each time he tried to thrust harder, to thrust all the way into my mouth, I quickly drew back. He moaned and moved from side to side, but no longer tried to push his cock in.
Now I took his cock all the way in, crammed it in. It filled my whole mouth and pressed deep into my throat, but I was so hot and tense that I didn't even feel the pressure. I sucked, slipping my tongue between my lower lip and his cock, touching his balls in quick darting movements. He groaned loudly, and his hands squeezed each side of my head tightly. He burst, pouring the hot, thick stream of jism into me. There was so much. I almost gagged swallowing it. I sucked harder and harder.
He groaned again above me, and tapped my head lightly. "Beautiful, baby, beautiful," he said softly, his voice thick. I said nothing, but continued to suck gently, sliding my hands under him to his ass. He leaned back again and slid further off the seat, so I could work at his ass. I did, tonguing his cock gently.
Then suddenly, I flipped quickly around between his legs and under his ass. Gripping his knees to support my tilted head, I tongued his ass slowly. His ass-hole was shut tight, but the more I tongued and breathed hotly into the crack, the more he opened.
"Come up here," he said, his voice low and thick, and I poked my tongue deep into his ass. He moaned, but leaned forward on the chair and pulled at my arm. I withdrew my tongue and scrambled quickly up. His cock was straight and full and I leaned over and impulsively kissed the tip. I was breathing heavily. Then I slipped my top over my head, then off.
He scrambled quickly up from the chair and threw his big thick arms around me. We went back down onto the floor with a crash. I tensed. He was wild with passion and pushed my legs apart. I opened wide and closed around his hard, thick back, squeezing and contracting my cunt muscles around his cock as hard and fast as I could. He moaned and banged into me, his thick cock touching all of the tingling nerves that lined the deep, hungry hole inside me.
I gripped his back with my legs and yanked his hair. I soared over the top, trembling and writhing beneath him, wanting to swallow him, wishing I were inside him. He banged deeper and deeper into me, shuddering, both of us out of our minds in the wild passion that spread through us, consuming everything. We fucked away till we were both spent.
We now lay quietly, my legs down on the carpet, spread wide, he on top of me, breathing slower, sweaty against my own hot body. His cock was still inside me, but weak and limp. There was a knock at the door. He took a deep breath. I had involuntarily stiffened at the sound, imagining someone walking in. "Yeah?" he said, raising his head.
"Car's here," someone on the other side of the door said loudly.
He didn't answer, but hugged me tighter to him again for a second, then rolled off of me and stood up quickly. I too got up quickly from the floor. My knees were weak, almost buckling, and I laughed. He frowned and looked at me.
I said, "My knees," and pointed down. They were visibly shaking, and he laughed too.
"You need a drink," he said, and quickly poured more champagne. I drained the glass.
Still holding the bottle, he refilled it. I knew by the expression on his face that I had done all right by him. He wasn't unhappy. He pointed to the bathroom door across the room. "Take a shower. Through that other door in there, there's a dressing room." Then he smiled broadly and slapped me on the ass. I was happy: I'd made it big with the boss of bosses, Uncle Aldo. I picked up my outfit and went quickly into the next room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The dressing area was an elaborate affair. I closed the door behind me and opened the next door, holding my outfit in front of me. There was a thin, middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform standing there laying things out. She took no notice of me at all, and I flung my dress and pants to the chair and stepped quickly into the bathroom, closing the door.
I took a shower, first hot, soaping myself up. Then I rinsed under the hot water and switched to icy cold. I felt absolutely euphoric. I played with my cunt in the shower, frigging myself merrily. It was a good night, I decided. Everything was going to be fine. I'd sucked the hell out of Uncle Aldo. I wrapped myself in a soft, long bath towel and went back into the dressing room where the woman waited patiently for me. She smiled at me pleasantly, studying my face, and nodded approvingly.
I went out of the dressing room, caught sight of Aldo, saw his eyes fasten on me. "Bravo!" he shouted. He looked happy, relaxed and pleased. I smiled at him.
"What say we try out the town?" I said, my voice low and suggestive.
He was dressed to kill, his imagine tie knotted, his shirt sleeves pulled down and linked at the cuffs with diamonds. "All set, baby," He slipped into his jacket. I was pleased when I saw the expensive dinner jacket.
I was really enjoying myself now, and all thoughts of Tony had totally vanished from my mind. I have always liked little social games, and now this was a kind of power game I found stimulating. I wasn't the least bit worried about Tony and his fits of anger. I was so confident of my power over Aldo.
As we passed into the outer room, I spotted my old friends, Giulio and Paolo. They grinned at me and I grinned back. They were attired like Aldo.
"You already know my sons," Uncle Aldo said. They followed us out of the room. I guess they acted as some kind of bodyguards, and Aldo mumbled to them in the elevator on the way down. I knew that Aldo would give me lots of action, but to really swing him over to me was tough, I decided. After all, he owed me nothing, and undoubtedly had other steady interests, like a wife stashed somewhere. Giulio and Paolo had to have a mother.
The one chance I had was to get a promise of support out of him, and if it came down to the nitty-gritty with Tony-and I now felt safe it never would-I would-still be able to threaten him with Uncle Aldo.
We set off in a big Rolls-Royce that had a bar in the back seat. Aldo poured more champagne for both of us, and the two guys sat up front, Paolo driving. A glass panel divided us. Looking out the window, I realized the glass was so thick, it was bullet proof. The car rode so smoothly that I felt like I was still in the penthouse, sipping my drink. I laughed out loud thinking of myself as the queen for a day.
He looked quickly at me and I smiled at him, moving closer. "I can't tell you," I said softly, "how much fun I'm having tonight. I loved your cock in my mouth."
"You're a great cunt," he laughed, patting my thigh.
I sat back in the deeply padded seat, feeling good. My cunt was tingling. I'd never imagined myself in such a situation, first cocksucking a mob boss like Aldo, now going out on the town in style with him. I decided to make a risky move. If it didn't work, fuck it.
"What did the hundred bucks cover?" I asked casually.
"Don't you know?" He looked surprised.
I shrugged. "like I said before, I've only just figured the whole thing out, you know? I haven't seen a dime of the money myself."
Aldo laughed and I frowned. "Tony," he said, trying to stop laughing. "He's okay, that son of a bitch."
I was furious now. "Oh yeah? He's okay? Taking his naive daughter and using her that way. Selling her cunt!"
"Look, kid," Aldo said. "He's an operator. You gotta admire that. Some day he's going to be a rich man, and not from his dopey paintings, either." He patted my leg again.
"Nobody's using me," I said angrily. "As soon as I get some money, I'm moving out, and then I'll deal with him."
Aldo laughed approvingly. The whole evening was going better than I had dreamed. I was pretty sure I was going to get some money out of Aldo, plus a promise of protection. We sat in a night club watching a floor show. Aldo was listening to a comedian and laughing loudly. I laughed whenever I heard him laugh, but I was concentrating on what my next move was going to be.
At the intermission, Aldo started talking to me about the show. The dancers had turned him on a little and he was eyeing me closely, playing footsy under the table. I turned the charm on full-blast. Then I asked him why he paid for it, telling him he sure as hell didn't have to. The question was a tease, but it was also true. If he had taken me out for a night like this one, I'd have expected to hit the sack with him in return. He grinned, pleased, but his voice was serious. "No hassles," he said. "It's the best way. I get what I want without involving myself. No problems with the broad later."
I agreed with him. Then coolly asked if I was a one-nighter for him. He shrugged, his eyes roaming over me slowly. He said he didn't know. So far he liked what he saw. He liked a little initiative in the sack. Then, his eyes shrewd, he added, "like I said before, I pay, and pay good. But I'm always open for negotiation."
I grinned. I was pleased that we might negotiate. Now I racked my brains for a proposal, something worth more. The earlier stunt had worked well. But now I needed a clincher. Then it hit me. I could get it from him. I told him that I was a businesswoman by nature. He laughed, but his eyes were shrewd. I told him he knew my situation and what I got out of it that evening wasn't really that important. I was going to get what I wanted no matter how long it took. I was careful not to tell him that I had ammunition against Tony. As far as he was concerned, all I needed was money.
"So?" he said smoothly.
"You've already paid," I answered. "But if we hit on something together, then it's up to you." He shrugged, unimpressed. I was cool, drank some more champagne, and he said nothing. He was waiting for the proposal. The show started again and he turned his attention to it. When it was over, I asked him what one sex trip he really dug. "Everything," he answered. I said that wasn't what I meant. Every guy had something somewhere in the back of his mind that he fantasized. For any number of reasons he never did it, but the guy still pictured it clearly and always hoped to do it.
He looked at me thoughtfully for a while, then admitted there was something. He had once done it, but never again for fear of being thought a pervert or something. I shrugged. I told him I didn't think anything that pleased him could be a perversion. Then I asked what it was.
He told me a long story about how two friends had wined and dined him and then took him to this hotel room where they had a girl tied up, naked and blindfolded. All three fucked her, and it was the wildest thing he'd ever done. The moment she came, the two guys jumped off of her and Aldo rammed right in. He had never forgotten it. He liked her helplessness, and the thrill of a gang bang.
I grinned. "Sounds groovy," I said. "I like the idea that she comes." He laughed, nodding. "You got the guys, baby, Giulio and Paolo, and I got the time," I said gaily.
"O.K., " he said. "I do. Let's go."
In tne elevator of his apartment house, he licked his lips several times and his eyes glowed. I could see a small bulge in his pants already. He was thinking about it, I thought with satisfaction.
Inside, I told him he should direct the scene. We went into the bedroom and he blindfolded me. I stripped naked quickly. He went back into the living room and I heard him speaking in that weird dialect. The living room door closed and I assumed we now had three guys, probably he and Giulio and Paolo.
I heard laughter and guessed that everybody enjoyed the idea. A guy came in and led me blindfolded into the living room. At the far end of the room I had noticed a wide, French-door window, overlooking the city, with a couch in front of it. I think the guy positioned me in front of that couch. My ankles were tied to the low legs. My arms, overhead, were fastened to something, maybe the French doors. I knew the three guys were just standing there, looking at me. I could hear their heavy breathing and my nipples were erect and hard with anticipation.
It sounded like someone got onto the couch behind me, and then I felt his hot breath between my legs. His hard, hot hands gripped my thighs firmly and his fingers parted the lips of my cunt. Then his tongue moved in, slowly and teasingly. I knew his tongue was extended as far as possible-so the others could see it all-because I couldn't feel his lips. He brushed lightly and teasingly against my clit, and I moaned. It was a wild feeling, tied up and blindfolded, unable to see the person working on me below.
The guy moved his hands from my thighs, around to my ass, and pulled my buttocks apart. His fingers moved slowly into my hot ass-hole, and
I jerked my body. I forgot about everyone else in the room, as I tried to get the hot, wet mouth below to close in on my clit.
I felt myself straining at the ankle cords that stretched my legs wide apart. I wanted to close my thighs hard around the hot tongue below me. The teasing was growing unbearable. The tongue would find a spot on my clit and prod and press the itching mound. Then, just as I would begin to soar upward, but before I could get there, it would move away to another spot, and I would drop back down. It was driving me insane.
Then suddenly the mouth fastened onto my burning, throbbing clit and I came wildly, twitching and jerking, pulling at the cords that bound me. The guy was licking rapidly all over my cunt, thrusting his tongue lower, deep into my cunt-hole. Then he moved back onto the couch behind me, and I felt another pair of hands guiding my thighs over a hard, thick cock. He gave a loud groan of pleasure as his cock thrust into my wet cunt, all the way, deep inside me. His hands were now on my hips, pulling at my buttocks.
As he pulled, I felt the pressure of a long, thin prick at my ass-hole, pushing into ine. There was now a cock on either side of me. I moaned and stiffened with the sudden pain from behind, but then the pain passed quickly. As the guy in front pulled out, the guy in back pushed in, and back and forth they moved rhythmically.
I was out of my mind, lost in the sensations of the double fuck. I was moaning uncontrollably, pulling desperately at the cords on both my arms and legs. Suddenly there was a prick at my mouth, and I opened wide to take it in. I wasn't teasing or playing with this prick. I sucked wildly on it, taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth. My nipples were squeezed and pinched by unseen hands. I thought I would burst wide open when I exploded, crying out, my whole body shaking wildly and ecstatically. I was coming. Before I realized it, they were gone. This was it, Aldo's dream moment!
I didn't even feel Giulio and Paolo pull out of me. I was sure I was going to faint for want of a cock to finish me off. I couldn't stand it another minute, when I felt a hard cock plunge deep into my cunt. Someone hung onto me tightly, moaning and fucking wildly into me. It must have been Aldo.
Someone cut the cords on my wrists and I grabbed Aldo's head against my chest. My ankles were freed and I wrapped my legs around him as we crashed onto the couch. He was furiously plunging his cock in and out of my cunt. I wanted to swallow him. He shot off into my cunt, a steady, wild stream of hot jism, and then lay still on top of me. I was spent, exhausted.
I contracted my cunt muscles on his cock, taking the last drop out of him. At last we stopped moving, and minutes later he climbed off me. My head was back against the couch, the blindfold still on. I hadn't even realized I still had it on.
He reached over and gently pulled it off. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was grinning. "Far out," he said, "far-fuckin'-out." His face was flushed, his voice thick and slurred.
I smiled. "You said it!" and closed my eyes again. He poured some more champagne and brought a glass over to me. I drank it down quickly and he refilled it. I straightened up and looked around the room. His two sons were nowhere in sight.
"Was it the same?" I asked, curious. "The time you and those other guys fucked that blindfolded girl."
He nodded. "Better," he said. "You got a better pussy. And you suck a cock like nobody else." I was flattered.
I was also surprised. Sometimes when you remember a thing like that, and then try to repeat it, it bombs. But then Aldo was a pretty sensuous character. He watched me as I wriggled into my panties, slid into my pants and covered my big boobs with the top. I stretched out on the couch for a while, smoking and drinking, enjoying the pleasant relief still flooding through my body. I wasn't even thinking of my plans any more. My cunt felt too good.
Aldo sat down at the table and poured himself some whiskey. "Come and sit with me," he said.
I got up and walked over to the table. "That was really a wild fuck," I said. "I got so wrapped up in cock I forgot all about what was going on. What happened to Giulio and Paolo? They never got their rocks off."
Aldo grinned. "Don't worry. They have cunts stowed away somewheres." Then he looked at me thoughtfully. "You're okay, kid. If you ever need anything, you call me." He handed me a card with a telephone number on it. I thanked him and put the card in my purse. I took another Sip of my champagne and he smiled.
He pulled out his roll of bills. It didn't seem any smaller than when we'd started out that night. He handed me a hundred-dollar bill. I had never had one before, and looked at it with my mouth half-open, not knowing what to say.
Then suddenly he frowned. He picked it up and put it back on the roll and peeled off ten ten-dollar bills. "You might have trouble cashing a big one," he said easily. "What are you going to do now?"
"Move out. Tonight," I said evenly.
"Move in with me," he said. "Here."
"Sure," I shrugged. Then I felt a trace of a smile creep over my face.
"You want one of my boys to help you?" he asked seriously. "Tony can be crazy."
I shook my head no. "Thanks," I said, "but I'm going to handle this one myself."
He laughed. "That's what I like, spirit!" he said. "You can take your time, pack everything and get here when you please. But if you have any trouble you can't handle tonight, you call right away, understand?"
I thanked him again and got ready to leave. I didn't want to overdo my appreciation. There was a lot more coming for me from my Uncle Aldo, if I kept my cool.
"One of the boys will take you home," he added, "then wait."
I smiled, went over to the old man, and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Thanks for a great fuck, Uncle Aldo," I said. "It was really fun. See you in a couple of hours."
He smiled and I left. I was on my way to a new life. The Karini family in America wasn't as bad as my mother had led me to believe. If I hadn't fucked my father, I'd have never met Luigi, and if I hadn't fucked my brother I'd have never met Uncle Aldo. And I was crazy about my Uncle Aldo.
