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Copyright 2004-2009 Rachael Ross all right reserved. Intended for
adults only. This text may be archived/reposted to free public access
provided the author's name, email rache696@yahoo.com and this notice
appear in the message body. This story may or may not be fictional in
portion or entirety; any resemblance to persons and events are subject
to discretionary interpretation by the reader. No fee or service has
ever been provided to the author for this document, or for product
placement. No animals were harmed in the making of this document.

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This story has been seperated into three parts for ease of posting.


Story Codes: F/M+, F/F, Rom, NC, Rape, FemDom, Mafia, Violent, Oral,
Anal, CP
Synopsis: When a suitcase full of cocaine goes missing, the Don wants
it back and he's got the perfect girl for the job. With her loyal crew
to back her up, Rachael Graziano gets more than her hands dirty as she
unravels the mystery and settles old scores. The only real question
is, how will she convince her innocent fiancé  that being the husband
of a notorious hitwoman isn't really as bad as it sounds?

Note: There really are some mildly unsavory activities in this story,
so please exercise caution. Thank you.

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Hitwife (Part I)
by Rachael



People didn't believe I was getting married. I told all the boys and
they laughed at me. Brooklyn Jimmy told me to shut up.

"Shut-up!" he said and then he pushed his dick in my mouth. But he
always did that. Jimmy loved getting head.

Sal was in my pussy, really hammering away at me from underneath and
he just grunted, "OOF! Whatcha wanna do dat for, Rache?"

I couldn't tell him because Jimmy was really deep in my throat
already. "Mmmpphhh Mmphhh!" I said. But only because Lucky was pushing
his prick inside my butt and he's kinda big that way.

The boys were giving me a good hard fucking because they knew that's
what I liked. Especially the double penetration, having two big
Italian dicks sawing in and out of my pussy and ass at the same time
always got me off. It was my weak spot, and they knew it. They'd been
my crew for over a year, since I'd taken over the garment district in
Manhattan.

They were all older than me. I'm just 21 this past July. A few years
ago I wouldn't have been anything but a morgue hound, being both young
and a woman. But La Cosa Nostra, Our Thing, was changing. Getting
smarter, surviving, and talent was getting to be more important than
family. But being family didn't hurt either; my Grandfather was Beni
Graziano. May he rest in peace.

My crew had talent too, and I always loved the way Jimmy's prick was
long and thin. I could deep throat that man easy and it felt like he
was all the way down in my little belly with it. He'd been my Uncle
Jimmy forever, but now I was a Capo, so I didn't call him Uncle
anymore. He's 37 and wiry strong, with thick black hair and a pretty
face. His family came from Naples, but we didn't hold that against
him. Did I say Jimmy had sweet sperm? Mmmm...I don't know what he was
eating, but his cum tasted like honey, I kid you not. Sweet, sweet
honey with just a hint of salt. I ate it on toast sometimes.

Sal, on the other hand, had a big thick cock. It was like a baseball
bat, really. And I loved the way it stretched my little pussy just
right. He bitched all the time about it because the other boys made
him go last if they were gangbanging somebody. But he knew how to use
it and he always got my cunt when we fucked. He was a first generation
Sicilian, having gotten off the boat when he was still just a kid.
Big, barrel chested, and strong as a bull, Sal was my knucklebuster
and I loved the man. At 43, he was the oldest too, swarthy like a
pirate with thinning hair.

Lucky was a real ass man, and his cock was built for it. Not too
thick, not too thin. Just long enough so you knew he cared. He could
make me cum sometimes just from fucking my ass. Sal thought it was
because his family came from Brescia and had been goat herders for
hundreds of years. But I thought it was just good genes. And real
skill too. Lucky knew when to take it easy, and when to pound my rump
like I was a three dollar whore coming off her coffee break. He was
blonde and blue, like an angel, and tall with classic features. At
only 33 years old, Lucky tended to be a little hot-headed, like all
good ass men.

Anyway, we were at the Frontier Club, the place I'd bought from Fat
Charlie for a dime when he couldn't pay the vig on a note to Sally
Jigs. Tony the Barber ran numbers mostly, did some sharking, and had a
couple unions out of there. It paid good and he sent a lot of respect
to the Don every week. He paid me a lot of respect too, since it was
my neighborhood. But running ponies and plumbers wasn't my thing,
solving problems was. I made my bones early, real early, and a lot of
the boys didn't like that. Tough shit.

I wasn't thinking about any of that while my three boys fucked me
though. I was airtight and feeling good all over. Being a little
Italian girl with these three studs had been rough at first. Sal
especially, since he was old school macho y mano as they say up in
Spanish Harlem. They figured they'd break me or something, but I
figured if I didn't fuck my crew they'd always be wondering about it.
Looking at each other and trying to figure who was getting a slice of
my pie. The only thing to do was do 'em all at once and get it out of
the way. We'd been getting it out of the way now for almost a year. It
was great though, and pretty soon I was cumming really nice and then
the boys were cumming too, making me squeak all over.

I gave Jimmy one last suck and Lucky pulled out with a tight *POP*
sound, and then I slipped off Sal, walking a little bow legged to sit
down on the leather sofa. It was already stained, so nobody cared. I
lit a cigarette.

"Yep, I'm gonna be a married woman, boys." I blew out a cloud of blue
smoke and stretched.

"Well, whose dat guy anyway?" Sal asked me. He was sitting on the
table now, that big dick of his still drooling on the floor. "Hey!
Pass me dat dere termus, Jimmy."

"Yeah, Rache who's the lucky stiff?" Jimmy laughed and jabbed Lucky in
the ribs. "Stiff, get it?"

"Ya ya. I get it." He looked at Jimmy. "You mocking me?"

"Huh?" Jimmy looked confused.

"Gimme dat fucking termus!" Sal repeated. "An where's my fucking
pants?"

I laughed. These guys were always the same. "He's a college professor,
from upstate. I met him at my sorority reunion last June."

"Youse in sorority? Whatcha do, ship somebodys, Rache?" Sal grinned as
he started getting dressed.

"It's a college club for dykes, you stupid wop! Not solitary!" Lucky
was getting dressed too.

"It's not just for dykes. Jesus, you guys! Where's my panties?" I
looked around and Jimmy held them up.

"I was gonna wash 'em for ya," he shrugged and I snatched them out of
his hand.

"Perv." But I laughed.

"Dis mattress shit is for da birds," Sal grumbled and then the phone
rang. It was time to go to work.

---At the docks awhile later---

"I swear! I didn't know who it belonged to...I found it..." Frankie
Fingers was talking, being reasonable. He'd somehow found a suitcase
full of coke and our boss, the Don, had lost one. What a fuckin'
coincidence.

The guys talked for awhile while I sat around the corner, on a crate
and smoking. Frankie didn't know I was there. I tuned him out, looking
at the moon and wondering if baby blue really was the right color for
my bridesmaids. The guys were going to wear navy blue cummerbunds,
maybe pink really was better, as Paul's mother had suggested.

"If you don't come clean, Frankie...Shit. Then we gotta get Rache over
here to find out why. We just wanna know what happened to Yancy."
Lucky was being reasonable too.

"Wha-What? Rache is...here?" That gave him something to think about.

"I dunno, is she?" Lucky played with him a little and Sal chuckled.

"Look, I don't know. I told you. It was in the locker, okay? That's
all I know, I swear." Frankie sounded desperate. He was probably
telling the truth. "I got the key from that bitch in the Bronx.
Simone."

"S-E-E-M-O-A-N...Like dat?" Sal must have been writing it down and Jimmy
laughed at him.

I tossed my cigarette and walked around the corner. "Hi Frankie, you
piece of shit."

*BLAM*
*BLAM*

I shot him twice in the head. "Let's go home." The boys followed me
back to Sal's caddy. We'd find Simone later, it was Friday night and
my fiancé was in town.

I picked up my VW Rabbit outside the Frontier Club and drove back to
my apartment. Paul was there waiting for me, he always came down on
the weekends and I let myself in quietly because the poor dear was
already asleep on the couch. I stashed my gun, a little BDA .380 that
I loved, along with my switchblade in my underwear drawer. Then I
changed into something sexy, a little negligee and panty set in teal.

I checked myself in the mirror, brushing my long black hair and
adjusting the bust on my negligee over my handful sized tits, they
weren't much, but they were nice and firm, pointy dark nipples too. I
was only 5'2" tall, so the negligee came down a little low on my
narrow hips, but my ass was perfect and the panties rode nice. I was
satisfied, and totally horny. Time to wake up my fiancé so we could go
to bed.

I could feel Paul's cock getting hard as we kissed and though it was
kind of small, it still felt nice, but... "Paul, we can't."

"But why?" He sounded like a little boy.

"Because we're not married, silly!" I kissed his nose. "I'm not one of
your grad student sluts, come on."

"But...We're getting married," he tried and pushed his cock a little
further between my closed thighs.

"I want to be pure for my wedding, Paul. My family's Sicilian. If I
don't wear white it'll be like walking on my mother's grave, and that
woman was..."

"A saint, I know," Paul sighed. "Why did I fall in love with the only
virgin over 18 in New York?" He shook his head sadly. "How about a
little, uh..." His thumb traced over my lips.

"You want me to...to do...that?" I opened my eyes wide and sounded
properly shocked. "I'll rub it for you, but that's all!" I said
sternly and gave him a little handjob. I don't know what it is with
men.

Afterwards, laying there cuddling nicely, "Mmmm...so how was work?"

"Oh, the same. It was slow tonight." I threw my negligee on the floor;
I'd let him cum on it. Then I hugged him again, feeling good with my
bare breasts against his body.

"You know, you could quit and come upstate and stay with me."

I laughed and kissed him. "No. I'm a good catholic girl, remember? I
need a ring first...then we can live together."

"And then we can..." His cock had started growing again. We hadn't seen
each other in a couple weeks. "Are you sure we can't do it just once?"
He kissed me and rocked his hips. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Down boy." I grabbed his balls and gave them a playful squeeze. "Do
you want to marry a slut?"

"No!" he gasped. "Noooo...not at all." We didn't say anything for
awhile. "But I just don't see why you want to keep working at the
club; I know the tips are good, but..."

"I like it. I like the guys there; they're funny. Now stop talking and
lick me!" I pulled his head down between my thighs happily. Paul was
totally submissive, he just didn't know it, but I could tell. He
wasn't stupid, just naïve, and I was trying to bring him along slowly,
but I had the feeling time was working against me.

Sometimes he wondered why it was okay for him to go down on me, but
not vice versa. He'd even asked me about it once. I'd kicked him out
of my bed and hadn't let him back in for three weeks. He'd never asked
again, he just did as he was told. Paul was already whipped, just as
he needed to be if he was going to be a Mafia wife...er...husband. The Don
was old, and a good stable family was important, it showed
responsibility. That's the biggest reason I wanted to marry Paul. That
and he was 3rd generation from Palermo, our kids would be ringers!

---The next day after the sun was up---

The next day I met the boys at the Frontier. I grabbed a cup of coffee
and sat down. "Where's this Simone?" I asked, fishing my leather
jacket for a cigarette.

"I got some feelers out in the Bronx. I think she works for Louis down
on 8th." Jimmy kicked back in his chair. "You look good this morning
Rache, like you got some good dick last night."

I shook my head. "Nope! Just great tongue."

"You didn't fuck your boyfriend, Rache?" Jimmy looked at me.

"Nah, he thinks I'm a virgin." I looked at them. "And he's gonna keep
thinking that until we get married, you guys understand?"

"Faggedaboudid." Sal grinned.

Lucky laughed. "A virgin? That's a good one, Rache. He's gonna have
balls the size of grapefruits, eh?"

"I'm just training him. Besides, when I wanna fuck, that's what I got
you guys for."

"Youse wanna some great dick, Rache?" Sal had started pulling his big
cock out of his pants. "Put a liddle creamy stuff in yer coffee dere."

I could never say no to these guys and besides how much I enjoyed my
work, they were another reason I couldn't seriously consider moving
upstate with Paul. I pushed my husband-to-be out of my head as I got
down on my knees and starting sucking Sal's penis. Of course, Jimmy
didn't waste much time as he slipped behind me and pulled my skirt up
over my hips.

"You tell that boyfriend about us, Rache? How you love fucking around
with the...Uh! ...boys?" Jimmy pushed his cock inside my pussy and I
moaned. It felt really nice.

"Mmmppphh...mmmph...mmmphhh!" I said.

"Doncha talk wit dat mout full, Rache." Sal tried to push his dick
into my throat, but there was no way. I just swirled my tongue around
the huge head and massaged his big hairy balls with my hand. "It ain't
polite."

Sal came right away and I swallowed him down greedily. Jimmy wanted to
take his time, which was good because Lucky finally showed up and
shoved his long stiff cock in my mouth. I sucked him hard and he was a
fast cummer this morning too. I ate his sperm and looked over my
shoulder at Jimmy.

"What are you doing back there? Reading the paper?" I fucked my ass
back against him with a grunt, rolling my hips with an impatient
grind.

"I'm practicing this tantric sex thing," he shrugged.

"What da fuck is dat?" Sal asked.

"It's when ya think about girls from Jersey while you're fuckin, so
you can't cum." Jimmy shook his head and slapped my ass. "These guys
don't know nothing about pleasing a woman!" Then he fucked me like he
meant it and made me cum three times really fast.

Later I had to get a new cup of coffee because my first one had gone
cold.

"You didn't answer my question, Rache. You tell your hubby to be that
you're a prime fuck for your crew?" Jimmy was circling some horses
while he talked. "Here kid." He gave the paper to Georgie, the numbers
kid who did the running.

"I told you, he thinks I'm a virgin." I shook my head and rolled my
eyes.

"I thought you was kidding. But you told him about us, right?" Lucky
was nervous, high strung and feeling me out to see what I'd told Paul.
I didn't like it, but that was the business. You were never paranoid
enough and these guys were all married anyway.

"I uh, didn't tell him I had a crew."

"What? So where does he think you go everyday?" Lucky grinned at me.

"Here. I told him I was the waitress." They all got a big kick out of
that and I blushed a little. "But I told him, you know, I needed my
nights out with the boys."

"Night out wit da boys!" Sal laughed.

"What did he say?" Jimmy leaned back and lit a smoke, passing it to
me.

"He said that was fine. He trusts me," I replied, feeling a little
defensive.

"And that means he don't know shit about you, huh." Lucky had it all
figured and I nodded. "You just watch him, Rache, some of the boys
ain't gonna like it."

The phone rang and we went to 8th Avenue in the Bronx to talk to
Louis.

---Later on, in the Bronx---

Louis was a skinny black guy with an attitude. We had him in his crib,
with three of his lily white whores sitting on the couch while I
played with his balls on the coffee table.

"You know who I am?" I asked him, stabbing his scrotum with my
fingernails while Sal and Lucky held his arms and Jimmy pointed his .
38 at the girls.

"Yeah, I know you." He tried to sound tough, but it was hard with his
balls exposed. He had a nice dick too, not as big as Sal's, but
respectable. I ignored it.

"Then you know who I work for."

"Yeah, I know him too. So fuckin' what?"

I took off one of my shoes. It was a Prada sling with a two inch heel
that fell off a truck into my lap, genuine too, not a Chinese
knockoff. I hammered his left testicle with the heel. Every guy in the
room winced and the girls stared in disbelief. Pimps were like gods to
those stupid bitches.

"So that's what, homey." I put my shoe back on; glad I hadn't busted
the heel. I waited until he was done puking. "You give up Simone and
you keep the other nut."

"I don't...I don't know where she is." He looked at me with wet eyes.
"She...the bitch ran off with some white dude. Name was...Bucky or
something."

"Bucky, huh?" I lit a cigarette. "Which one of these bitches makes you
the most money? I looked at the girls; they were all low class
crackwhores.

"...Lila...Delilah there...the blonde."

The other two girls inched away as Jimmy pointed the gun at her.

"Where'd they go?" I asked the girl. "Bucky and Simone."

"How should I know?" she shrugged.

"Jimmy."

*BLAM*

I looked in Louis' eyes as Jimmy put her brains on the wall. The other
two girls screamed and one said, "They went to Atlantic City. Bucky
works at the Royale. He's a dealer."

I smiled at Louis. "You didn't know that, huh? Jackoff."

*BLAM*
*BLAM*

I pulled out my pistol and shot him twice in the face. The whores knew
the deal. Anybody who asked was going to get bullshit about some crack
heads from Harlem looking for a fix. More than likely nobody was going
to ask. Louis didn't have any friends and the cops were gonna be happy
to see him gone.

Lucky tracked Bucky down easy enough. He was a dealer all right, just
like the girl had said. He was working that night so I told the boys
I'd talk to him alone. Jimmy had problems with Jersey anyway.

I dressed nice, wearing a little Gucci thing that had gotten lost in
the garment district. Paul dressed up too; he'd never been to Atlantic
City. We pulled up to the casino in my Rabbit, since Paul never let me
drive his BMW; it was his baby. That would change after we were
married, I thought. The valet parked it and I slipped him 20 bucks. We
walked in and I saw one of the pit bosses who was into me for seven
large, but he was a good payday. He waved at the floor manager who
came over to say hello.

"Rachael, hello..." He glanced at Paul, not having a clue who he might
be. I shook my head, just barely.

"Just came to play a little, Rudy," I told him.

"Great." He called over a chipper, a pretty girl in a tight dress who
ran chips for high-rollers and scrawled a note. He comped us for three
grand in chips and a room. We chatted while we waited for her to come
back.

"If you want, I can tell Mr. Sciani you're here." Rudy smiled a little
nervously.

I laughed and hugged Paul's arm. "You'll tell him anyway, Rudy. Don't
play me."

"Well..." he started.

"I just want to play a little...Hmmm...What's Bucky dealing?" I looked
around like I was trying to spot someone I knew.

"Who? Bucky? Uh...He's dealing blackjack." He checked a notebook out of
his jacket. "Table six with Anna."

The girl came back with a tray of chips and a magnetic room key. I
thanked her and gave her a $100 chip. She smiled and walked off.

"Just tell Mr. Sciani I'm here and I'm going to play blackjack with
Bucky" I smiled sweetly. "It's just business." My eyes were cold and
Rudy nodded.

I pulled Paul away and he looked at me quizzically. "What was that
about? Why did we get all those chips? And a room? What..."

"Oh, Paul! Rudy is an old friend of mine. Don't worry about it; let's
just have fun. Okay?"

"Yeah, Rachael...uh, sure." He looked a little worried, poor man. I held
him close as we walked to table number six.

Bucky turned out to be a handsome young man, with hazel eyes and short
brown hair. He looked positively devilish in his dealer shirt and I
sat down at the only available seat. It was a 20-dollar minimum, so
that's what I bet.

I looked fine sitting there in that dress and more than a few men
noticed, but I only watched Bucky as he'd steal glances at my breasts.
He was cute, and he liked the girls. I figured he had Simone back at
his place, but the way he looked at me, I knew she wasn't on his mind.
I played a few hands, not really caring if I won or lost, and then I
turned to Paul.

"Be a dear, would you, Paul, and get us something to drink?"

"A waitress will be around..." he protested.

"Oh, but I'm thirsty now! Please sweetheart?" I smiled and he smiled
too, wandering off to find the bar.

I looked at Bucky until he caught me, looking me in the eyes. I gave
him a sexy little smile and lowered my eyes slightly, then looked back
up. I put five hundred on the table. "My husband will be back in a
minute," I said to the man next to me. "So I'd better do this while I
can."

He smiled and wished me luck.

"Five gold on six," Bucky called to the pit boss, telling him someone
was betting $500 on one hand.

"Five on six," the boss acknowledged, walking a little closer so he
could watch.

"This could be your lucky night." Bucky smiled at me and started
dealing. I had a king and a seven, the dealer was sitting on a six.

"It could be," I agreed coyly.

He dealt the four hands before mine, two of them going bust before
coming to me, the morons. "Stand," I said.

Bucky gave himself a ten. "Dealer has 16." He took another card. "Jack
of spades, dealer pays all." He put five gold chips next to mine.
"Luck is a lady tonight," he said with a smile.

I gathered my chips and looked to see Paul coming with our drinks.
"What time do you get off?" I asked Bucky softly.

"One."

"Meet me at the Keno." I tossed a gold chip on the table for him. "I
feel lucky." I smiled and intercepted Paul, telling him I felt like
playing roulette.

Paul and I were doing okay, which is always easier when you're playing
with someone else's money, when a chipper handed me a note. Mr. Sciani
was asking for a little chat, no surprises there. It only took half an
hour, although Paul must have wondered if I'd got lost on my way to
the powder room.

We finally got to bed about 11pm after I'd made sure he'd had a lot to
drink. Not the watered down stuff they served the old ladies either,
double rums and cokes, because those always hit Paul hard. I had him
eat me to a couple alright orgasms. He wasn't particularly good and
complained that the room was spinning, but I had time to kill and Paul
needed to know what I expected from him, drunk or not. He passed out
shortly thereafter and I didn't bother cleaning myself up, because it
was already 12:40 by the time I was sure Paul was sleeping next to me.
I just put my panties back on and slipped my dress over my head,
combing my hair with my fingers and throwing on some quick lipstick.

I checked my purse, making sure I had my switchblade and went
downstairs. My pussy had grown pretty wet beneath Paul's tongue and
girl juice ran down my thighs as I adjusted my panties in the
elevator. I smiled for the camera while I did it.

Down on the casino floor I ran into Rudy again. "How's blackjack?" he
asked me.

"You need a new dealer," I said with a shrug.

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, nobody's gonna miss him." Rudy looked around.

"Thanks, Rudy. That's all I needed to hear."

"Sure..." he paused, "Uh...Who's that guy you're with?"

"My fiancé." I laughed and he shook his head, not really believing me.

I went to the big Keno room and Bucky was just coming through the open
doorway on the other side. He watched appreciatively as I walked over.
I was moving pretty sexily, but not totally by design, mostly it was
because I had all that pussy cream running down my thighs. The
sensation made me horny.

"Lucky Lady!" He smiled and I did too.

"My favorite dealer. Hi there." I took Bucky's arm and started walking
towards the front doors. "I don't know what it is," I giggled
breathlessly "but blackjack always makes me so...horny!" I blew the
words into his ear and pressed my breast against him.

"I can help you with that," Bucky promised, giving me a boyish smile.

"Oh, I know you can!" I handed the valet my check and they brought my
little rabbit around a few minutes later. I gave the man a 20-dollar
chip and got behind the wheel as Bucky got in the passenger side.
"Let's go see if the ocean is still where I left it."

I drove out of the city and onto an old frontage road that ran along
the Jersey marsh. I parked in a good secluded spot and reached between
Bucky's legs to find the lever. "Please lower your seatback to its
full fucking position," I said with a giggle and watched as his body
fell back with a gentle thud.

"Oh yeah! Great car!" Bucky grinned as I reached for his pants,
unzipping him and pulling out his cock. I started kissing and licking
it gently, finally taking the head in my mouth and feeling it
beginning to swell. "Oh, shit...that's nice!" Bucky put his hands on my
head and urged me on. He was even nice enough to pull my hair out of
my face.

I gave him a nice slow blowjob, both of us enjoying it and then pulled
my dress off, exposing my body to the cool night air. I moved to
straddle him, pulling my soaked and sticky panties aside and guiding
the smooth head of Bucky's cock inside my hungry pussy. I slipped him
between my greasy lips easily and moaned as I sank down on it, feeling
the long hard shaft filling me. I was still pretty full of my own cum
and I felt somewhat squishy as we started to fuck.

"Jeeez, baby...You're soaked!" Bucky grinned and I pulled his mouth to
my tits.

"My husband was giving me head," I breathed. "I didn't have time to
cleanup. I hope you don't mind." I ground my sex down hard, rotating
my hips and rocking my ass. It felt wonderful fucking him like that
and Bucky's tongue was starting a real fire in my nipples.

"No, fuck no...I don't mind...he warmed you up good..." The man told me as
he started thrusting into me harder, rocking the car and making me
gasp as his cock went deeper and deeper. I was cumming already, and
we'd just started!

We grunted and groaned, kissing and fucking for a good 15 or 20
minutes before Bucky told me he was getting ready to cum. "Do...Do you
want me to...pull out?" he asked in a breathless voice and I shook my
head.

"Nooo...no...just fuck me...just...oh! Cum inside me...oh God!" I was cumming
again and this time Bucky's cock erupted with me, shooting warm jets
of his sperm to mix with the juices inside my womb. It felt fantastic
and I shuddered with the pure pleasure of cumming together.

Bucky was still in me, still hard a few minutes later when I'd come
down from my orgasmic high. He started moving again, slowly. "That was
incredible..." he sighed, kissing my left nipple. "I could fuck you all
night!"

"Promises, promises!" I laughed and started rocking on his cock again.
"Do you ever go soft?"

"Nope!" He grinned at me. "Ready to do it again?"

"Oh yeah!" I pulled his head between my boobs. "Bite me this time." I
groaned as he nibbled my tender flesh gently, fucking his prick in and
out of me with quick, short stabs that really rocked my clit.

But it was time for business. I moved my right hand down between the
seats and flipped the snap on my purse, finding my switchblade. I
clicked it open with a little *snick* sound that was barely noticeable
above our heavy breathing and the creaking of the seat as we fucked on
it. I brought the knife behind my back while I cradled Bucky's face to
my breasts.

"Oh...Fuck me hard, lover!" I breathed and pushed the young man back
against the seat. I arched my back a little while he grabbed my hips,
stroking into me all the way, balls deep in my spermy cunt.

I probably could have cum again if I'd wanted to, but instead I
brought the knife around in a quick, deft stroke, stabbing Bucky
through his left eye and pushing seven inches of steel into his brain.
I gave it a little twist and bounced hard on his swollen cock, feeling
his body jerking beneath me. His arms went rigid, coming up a little
as if to remove the knife, then shaking and falling lifelessly. His
cock erupted suddenly with a spray of hot semen and Bucky really did
make me cum one more time as I rode his death-induced climax. His
lifeless right eye stared at me and I kissed it before I opened the
door and slid off him.

I dragged Bucky out of the car and onto the spongy ground. There was
very little blood, and most of what there was had just run down
Bucky's face like a big crimson tear. I pulled my knife out of his
skull and cleaned the blade on his shirt, closing it and tossing it on
the seat. I took his wallet, opening it and removed his driver's
license, I saved that too. I removed his jewelry and the money in his
pockets, including the chip I'd given him earlier, wondering why he'd
saved it, and putting all that stuff in a small plastic zip-lock bag.

I went to the trunk of my car and put on an old sweatshirt and a pair
of jeans, then a pair of boots. I got my shovel and found a good spot.
Digging holes is a fact of life, it wasn't the first I'd dug, and
probably wouldn't be the last. But God, what a pain in the ass. I
didn't get back to the hotel until almost 5:30 in the morning. I'd
emptied the baggy in a river, tossed my knife in it too, and taken my
car to a carwash, throwing away my clothes and taking a bath with the
sprayer. I went to a diner close to the hotel and ordered breakfast,
then used the phone, leaving a wakeup call for Paul with the front
desk with a message for him to meet me at the diner. Then I called
Lucky, waking him up and telling him to get his butt up to Jersey.

"And bring the hushpuppy," I told him.

I finished breakfast and sat reading a paper and drinking coffee until
Paul showed up. I told him I hadn't been able to sleep and decided to
get a paper and some breakfast. He looked pretty rough and ordered
some coffee. He asked me about my appearance. I still wore that same
dress, but it was wrinkled and looked dirty. My hair was dry, but
stringy since I'd just washed it with cold water. No makeup or
anything.

I just laughed at him. "Better get used to it, lover. This is what I
look like after a hard night!" I gave his crotch a little squeeze.
"Last night was great!" Guys love hearing that and it totally diverts
any attention they might have for anything else.

"What?" He looked at me in disbelief. "We...You mean we really...?"

I shook my head. "You'll never know." I loved torturing the poor man.
I called the waitress over and ordered a lot of food, knowing Paul had
a horrible hangover. "You need to eat. You'll feel better, trust me."

After we ate, I looked at the clock on the wall. Lucky should have
been here already and I was starting to get pissed. I told Paul I
wanted a little more coffee; and I did really, being more than a
little tired. I really wanted a cigarette too. Finally, Lucky came in,
dragging Sal and Jimmy behind him. I frowned. If I'd wanted Sal and
Jimmy I'd have told him.

I waved at him anyway and they walked over to our booth. "Hi guys!" I
smiled, just for Paul's sake. "Fancy meeting you here!"

"Yeah, fancy dat!" Sal chuckled. "How you doin' Rache...el...Rachael?" I
was surprised he caught the look on my face that quickly.

"Hey, Rachael, is this the lucky stiff?" Jimmy smiled at Paul and
reached across the table. "How ya doin?"

Paul shook his hand, but he was pretty confused. "Rachael, who are
your friends?"

"Paul, this is Jimmy, Lucky, and Sal...They're the boys...uh, Lucky's the
bartender at the club, and Jimmy is the...valet. And Sal, he's our
bouncer." I smiled at them. "Boys, meet my fiancé, Paul."

They all shook hands and exchanged hellos. "The boys are going on a
little, uh, hunting trip and I sort of promised I'd go along." I
smiled sweetly at Paul.

"Hunting, yeah...Uh-huh...Right...Hunting." All the boys spoke at once,
looking at each other and nodding. I hadn't expected to have to
explain why I was leaving with three men, instead of just Lucky. Paul
might have been pretty naïve, but he wasn't stupid.

"Hunting," Paul said. "In New Jersey." He stared at me.

"Now, Paul...Remember, I told you, these guys are like my brothers.
Don't be jealous!" I pulled his ear close to my mouth. "It's not like
I'm fucking them!" I whispered. "I promised I'd go and make sure they
didn't starve to death, Lucky has a little cabin out in the marsh
someplace and I'm going to play babysitter while they go play...man
stuff...or whatever you men do. Just wait for me at the casino. We have
a lot of chips, just...have fun!"

"Babysitting?" Paul narrowed his eyes, kind of leaning back in the
booth like he wanted to see me better.

"Exactly!" I pulled him close and gave him a kiss. "And don't bet any
of your own money! Understand?" He nodded, but somewhat unhappily, I
thought, and I pushed him out of the booth, the boys making room for
him to stand up. "Now go..." I gave him a gentle push. "Go on...Win me a
new car!" I laughed and he walked out, confused, unhappy, and feeling
very neglected.

The waitress was standing there. "Are you guys gonna stand here all
day? Or do you wanna eat?"

The boys sat down and I reached under the table grabbing Lucky's balls
and squeezing hard. "Did I say bring every-fucking-body?"

"Ouch! Fuck!" Lucky jerked away. "No..uh...no you didn't boss."

I glared at him.

"Dat boyfriend youse got is nice, Rache," Sal said.

"Yeah, Rache. I like him," Jimmy said.

"I'm sorry," Lucky said.

"Alright, we're going to Bucky's house. Simone's gonna be there and
we're gonna find out what happened to Yancy."

"Rache?"

"Yeah, Sal?"

"Can we's eat a little first? I'm starvin' over here."

"No. Who's driving?"

In Sal's big caddy, I fished Bucky's license out of my purse and gave
it to Lucky. "Find this address. Wake me up when we get there."

Later, at Bucky's little white house, just this side of Newark, I rang
the doorbell and a woman's voice asked who I was.

"I'm Rachael. Bucky sent me to give you something."

"What?"

"An envelope. Some cash. He said give it to...uh...Simone."

"Put it in the slot."

"He said give it to Simone, not put it in a slot." I sounded tired
because I was. And pretty irritable, my period was coming in a day or
two and I could feel it.

She opened the door and peered through the crack. I held the envelope
up and she unchained the lock. "Bucky sent you?" she asked. "Where is
he?"

"He's sleeping. Hey, can I use your bathroom? It was a long drive and
I gotta go." I gave her the envelope. It had 1200 dollars in it, all
the cash we had between us, and that put her at ease. People who
wanted to hurt you didn't usually give you a bunch of money first.

"Oh! Sure, come on." She let me in, not bothering to lock the door
again as she looked in the envelope, and led me through the kitchen to
the bathroom.

I sat down and peed, feeling much better, and took the hushpuppy out
of my purse. It was a .22 semi, with a closed breach and a 5" baffled
tube that I twisted onto the 4" barrel. It used short rounds, low
velocity that Sal hand loaded, and it couldn't hit a barn from 30
feet, but I wasn't going to be that far away. It was quiet, very
quiet. All that silencer crap you see on TV is bullshit, it's a real
hassle making a gun quiet and silence is impossible. The soft thud of
the hushpuppy was as good as it got.

I came out of the bathroom and found Simone sitting at her kitchen
table still counting the money, probably for the 4th time. I stood in
the doorway, about three feet behind her and waited until she noticed
I was there. She turned and her eyes got wide looking at the gun in my
hand. I moved forward, jamming the oily metal in her mouth and
grabbing her by the hair. Simone was smart enough not to fight. She'd
been a whore for a long time.

"Anybody else in the house?" I asked quietly. She shook her head
slightly.

I walked her backwards into the living room and sat her on the couch.
"I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to tell me the
truth." I heard the boys trudging in through the kitchen and I called
out. "In here, boys." Then I turned back to Simone. "You lie and I'm
gonna know, and then the boys will have to find some way to make you
tell the truth, do you understand?"

Simone nodded and I took the gun out of her mouth.

"You gave a locker key to Frankie Fingers, where'd you get it?" The
boys stood behind me, looking around and being quiet.

"What key? I didn't..." I shook my head and she shut up, glancing
nervously at my crew.

"Look at me. You don't wanna start off on the wrong foot, Simone." I
kept my brown eyes hard, staring into hers. They were a pleasing shade
of aquamarine. "Lucky, what do you think of Simone?"

"She's pretty hot, boss. I could rape that ass all day long." Lucky
lit a cigarette. "Yep, piece of meat like that. I bet she'd do Sal
too, no problem."

"You want your ass raped, Simone?" I gave a little shrug with my
eyebrows.

"I didn't have anything to do with it. I swear! I was just holding it
for Frankie." She sagged a little.

"Who gave it to you?" I sat for a minute and waited. "Who gave you the
key, Simone?"

"He'll kill me, please..." She started getting wet in the eyes.

I sighed. "Boys...Fuck her in the ass, would ya? I need a cigarette."

I sat in Bucky's old Lay-Z-Boy, smoking one of Lucky's cigarettes
while they gang raped Simone's ass. They gagged her, but didn't bother
tying her down. She was tall and one of those willowy girls, probably
weighed even less than me. Skinny body, with a good boob job though,
34C's, I supposed. I contemplated getting mine done, maybe Paul would
like it if I had some big firm cow tits. The thought made me laugh.
Simone was screaming through her gag, like she had at first when Lucky
had fucked her raw. With Jimmy she'd been quiet, but Sal...Jesus. That
fat prick had to be killing her.

"I didn't know they made rubbers that big, Sal," I said, watching his
monster cock ripping into Simone's bleeding ass. I made the boys wear
condoms whenever they fucked anybody but me. Even their wives, cause I
wasn't gonna catch shit. I told 'em, if I caught them fucking somebody
without a rubber, I was gonna dig a hole. But once in awhile I fucked
a guy unprotected, like last night with Bucky. Some risk was just a
part of the business.

Once he was done, Sal took off his dirty rubber and threw it on the
girl's back, joining the other two. Simone was shaking like a leaf and
her skin looked cold and clammy. Whore or not, being brutally ass
raped by three pretty big guys was gonna do some damage. I kicked her
in the ribs.

"Roll over, bitch." She did it slowly, moaning into the dirty
dishtowel shoved in her mouth. I pulled it out and let her take a few
sobbing breaths. "Tell me where you got the key, or I'm gonna fuck ya.
And believe me Simone, you ain't gonna love it the way you loved my
boys just now." I traced the barrel of my gun over her pussy lips.

"C-Carmine...I g-got it from Carmine," she whispered in her shaky voice,
her whole body jerking with little sobs.

I pushed the silencer into her cunt, fucking her with it. "Carmine
who?"

"I-I don't know...I swear I don't know his l-last n-name...Oh please...I
swear!" I pushed the gun as far inside her vagina as I could, until my
knuckles touched the faint wetness of her pubic hair. She'd pissed
herself a bit somewhere along the way. "D-Don't kill me...Please...He...He
works for Danny Pats. That's all I know."

I felt my nipples hardening under my dress. She was pretty, all
trembling and tears, blood staining her thighs from her torn anus.
Pale and delicate as snowflake, poor Simone. I stuffed the towel back
in her mouth and started pulling the gun out. Her eyes filled with
hope and that made my pussy cream. I shoved the gun back into the
recesses of her pussy and pulled the trigger three times fast. Three
little whispers and the girl screamed long and hard as her body went
rigid. I pulled the gun out and gave it to Lucky, he sniffed at it
suspiciously.

I hitched up my dress and pulled my panties to the side. "Fuck me
Sal!" I urged him, getting on my hands and knees and knocking Simone's
hands out of the way so I could rest my cheek on her belly. He took me
gently at first, sliding his huge cock home while I listened to the
woman die. It would take awhile, and I hoped Sal could last that long.

Jimmy started a pot of coffee and him and Lucky played gin in the
kitchen. I could hear them talking while Sal fucked me with long deep
strokes that were making me squirm.

"She's one crazy bitch," Lucky was saying.

"Fucking morgue hound, I knew it."

"Shhh, shut up Jimmy, ya moron. You wanna get clipped?"

"Fuck. We're all clipped. You heard that cunt, Lucky. Carmine? Works
for Danny Pats? Ring any bells?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Carmine Capina? He's a made guy; we can't touch him. You think the
Don is gonna start a war over a fucking suitcase? And if Frankie was
his boy..."

"We're fucked," Lucky said. "Gin."

Simone died long before Sal finished with me. What a stud! I was a
mess though, seriously sweaty and gooey and all bothered in a good
way. I took a shower and contemplated what to do about Carmine Capita.
And Donate Pattazi aka Danny Pats. And Jimmy. I didn't like being
called a morgue hound. Even if it was true. I'd have to talk to Bert,
the Don's consigliore, before I did anything else. I borrowed some of
Simone's clothes, putting my own in a trash bag. The boys got their
money back and we put Simone in the basement. We cleaned up and left.
It had been a long day and we were all hungry.

We ate at a little Italian place Sal knew and it was good. On the way
back to Atlantic City I was sitting in the back with Sal and I had
Jimmy pull over on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike. I put my gun
to the back of his head. Sal stared at me, and Lucky, in the front
passenger seat turned to look, then shrank away towards his door.

"Oh fuck, I knew it...I knew it..." Lucky was saying. "I told ya..."

"Shut up, Lucky," I said. "Jimmy, you're like an uncle to me. I love
you. But if you ever call me a fucking morgue hound again, I'll do you
like I did Little Paulie. You got me?"

"I got it." Jimmy was very still.

I counted to ten silently, just staring at the back of his head while
everyone held their collective breath, and then I put my gun away.
"Let's go." Jimmy pulled back into the heavy Sunday afternoon traffic
and I leaned over to Sal. "Keep your eye on him, Sal," I said softly
and the big man nodded.

I wasn't really worried about Jimmy. He wasn't a hot head. He was
smart and he'd know I meant what I said, but that I also wanted to
keep him around. He'd let his tongue slip, always dangerous in our
thing, and he'd learn from that little experience. If he'd said that
around anybody but the boys, I wouldn't have said anything, I'd have
just buried him. Respect is everything. It's power.

Little Paulie had been in my crew when I first got made. He'd been a
good kid too, 29 years old, smart, a good earner and a great lay. But
he confused sex with business, and assumed since he was boning me, I
wouldn't mind if he skimmed a little. That and he liked to call me
babe around the neighborhood. I might have only been 20 years old at
the time, and female of course, but it didn't stop me from taking off
his balls with a shotgun and feeding him to the fish. It had been a
good lesson for the rest of my boys and I hoped they weren't
forgetting it.

It would be a long drive back to the hotel without much to do. So I
decided to fuck Sal again. I don't know if he takes Viagra or what,
but for a guy twice my age, he sure can get it up. Fucking on the
freeway is a great thrill anyway. I get that exhibitionist rush, even
though nobody can see us. The windows are all tinted very dark; it's
technically illegal but the cops don't enforce it. And even when they
do, fifty bucks takes care of it. The Caddy is a great car too, with a
big back seat and enough headroom that I could ride Sal's dick with no
problem at all. I didn't quite cum, but it was close by the time Sal
shot his enormous load deep inside me.

I wanted more though, and I wanted to show Jimmy I wasn't pissed
anymore. So he pulled over and Sal drove while Jimmy fucked me good.
He was apologizing and I kissed him hard, telling the stupid wop it
was okay. He was making me cum because he really wanted to treat me
right. He licked and bit my breasts so hard I started to worry that
Paul would see the marks, but I couldn't stop him. It felt too good. I
thought my nipples were going to explode. He turned me around so my
back leaned against his chest and he rubbed my clit while we fucked,
getting me off hard 3 or 4 times before he came inside me. It was so
nice that we did it again, even though Lucky was watching and panting
like a dog, waiting impatiently for his turn.

We pulled over again and Lucky came back, Jimmy riding up front now
with Sal. Lucky was bitching because my little pussy was so stretched
out, but I told him, "No! No ass fucking today. Put it all in my
cunt." So he fucked me hard, but lasted a good long time because I
wasn't nearly as tight as he needed.

He came as we were pulling into the Royale parking lot and the valet
opened the door just as Lucky was pulled his cock out of my sloppy,
seriously well-fucked hole. I smiled at the blushing young man and
pulled my panties on, smoothing the dress I'd borrowed from Simone's
closet, and getting out. I told the boys I'd meet them at the club the
next day and waved goodbye.

I had four big hot loads of man cum in my belly and I felt like
someone had shoved a garden hose up my slit. I walked gingerly, trying
to keep my thighs together all the way to my room. I knocked on the
door and Paul let me in, looking at me with surprise. He was wearing
his boxers and nothing else, and I guessed he'd been taking a nap.

"What happened to you?" he asked, helping me over to the bed.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a mess. My body flushed, my
face a little red. I was holding my tummy and feeling glorious from my
countless orgasms. Two hours of fucking does that to a girl. I laid
down on the bed and Paul sat next to me.

I pulled him down and kissed him passionately. He responded slowly,
but soon warmed up as I sucked his tongue greedily. He felt my body,
running his hands up and down the thin dress I wore. I let him pull
the straps off my shoulders and bare my breasts. They were bruised and
my nipples swollen and red, dark red splotches spoiled my caramel skin
from Jimmy's sucking mouth.

"What happened..." Paul started repeating himself, but I ignored his
silly questions and pulled his mouth to my tits with a sigh.

He licked and kissed me, but not as good as Jimmy, I thought. I knew
what I wanted and pushed Paul's head down, lower and lower, and he
peeled my dress off my shoulders and down my quivering tummy along
with him. He pulled off my panties, tugging them down my legs along
with the dress, and stared at my cunt, puffy and soaked with semen. My
gaping labia shone with the juices of three other men and Paul had to
know what it was, but I didn't care.

"Eat me!" I commanded him and pulled his resisting mouth to my cunt.

I was going to cum again any second and I wanted to feel his tongue
when I did. Paul tried to pull back, but I slapped his face and the
shock of it ended his resistance. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and
pulled his mouth to my sex, cumming as I felt his lips touch mine, in
a manner of speaking. I clamped my thighs to his ears and bucked my
hips wildly. My fiancé was licking me, lapping up the cum of my crew.
He was tentative at first, a little shy, but seemed to resign himself
to what I wanted and I felt his tongue entering me slowly.

"Oh Paul...Yes...Do it...Eat me, darling...Lick all that nasty sperm out of
me..." I urged him as I climaxed again and I could barely even breathe!

I ground my pussy to his face and his licks became deeper, probing my
tender, worn pussy and digging my boys' cum out of my womb. I made him
do it for an hour, admonishing him to swallow it down, to use his
fingers and tongue to scoop the creamy globs of semen from my vagina.
I rolled him on his back, sitting on his face and making him tongue
fuck me to another wonderful orgasm. By the time we were done, I was
totally spent. I'd cum so much, I thought I'd just met God. It all
left me pretty much devastated.

And I lay there just basking in it.

"You...You're not a virgin...Are you, Rachael?" Paul finally asked me,
still on his back with his flushed face covered with juice, looking
decidedly unhappy.

"I am with you, Paul," I told him, reaching down to stroke his wet
cheeks. "And I will be until we're married."

"I don't understand. You...made love to those men we met this morning...
right?" He swallowed hard and looked a little sick. He was probably
thinking about all that cum he'd just eaten. "But you won't...make love
to me?"

"I fucked those men, Paul. We didn't make love. There's a difference."
He didn't say anything. "I'll make love to you on our wedding night,
because it's...symbolic. It's important."

"But if..." he was trying to reason it out and I shook my head.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, of course. I just..." He lifted his hands and shrugged.

"Do you want to marry me?" I persisted.

"Yes, Rachael, but..."

"And do you care if I have sex with other men?"

"Yes. Dammit. I do care." He sounded exasperated, the poor dear. He
just couldn't seem to understand that I had needs. It was time to play
poker.

"Then get your stuff and get out."

"Wha-What?" He looked at me like I'd just slapped him.

"You heard me. Get your crap and go home. I never want to see you
again."

"But...But..."

"What are you waiting for?" I stared at him.

"I love you." He said it so softly, like he wasn't sure that it was
even important to me.

"I love you too, Paul, but I love fucking my boys too. If I have to
pick, you lose."

"Don't make me go..."

"What?" I said like I hadn't heard him.

"Don't uh...Don't choose then..." He sounded so desperately sad.

"Tell me I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want."

"Yes."

"Say it." I touched his face.

"You can...fuck...whoever you want." He seemed almost ready to cry and it
pleased me.

"When?" I needed his surrender, complete and unconditional, like his
love.

"When...whenever...you want, Rachael."

"Even after we're married," I demanded, just so he'd know what to
expect.

"Even...even after we're...uh...married." Paul choked on the words, but got
them out.

"Do you swear?"

"I, yes...I swear." His voice became a little stronger, more resolute,
and I felt so proud of him!

"Good. Then you can stay." I pulled my hand away from his warm cheek,
wanting to let him know I was very glad to have that subject was out
of the way.

Paul started to touch me.

"Stop. I'll tell you when I want you to touch me from now on." I
looked at him. "There are some changes we'll be making in our
relationship. Some things you need to understand. I do love you, Paul,
very very much. I will be a good wife and a good mother to your
children someday."

I reached down and slid my hands inside his boxers, grabbing his cock.
"This belongs to me. I'll fuck other people. You will not. Do you
understand that?"

He nodded, glancing down at my hand.

"Look at me!" I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, so his whole body
tensed and his hands moved as if to protect himself. "These are mine
too. I don't love you because you're strong, or because you're a man.
You're not." I deliberately insulted him. "You asked why we got this
room, why we got all those chips last night. It's because people
respect me, Paul. They respect my power. The minute, the very fucking
second I lose that respect, I'm done. I'm fucking dead. Do you
understand?"

He nodded and I squeezed his balls again, so hard his eyes watered.
"Rachael...Please!"

"No. You don't understand, but I'll teach you. I wanted to wait for
this until we were married, since if you're my husband they can't make
you testify against me in court. But I don't think we can wait that
long. Pack our stuff; we're going back to New York." I let go of his
balls and he took several deep and slow breaths.

I took a shower and dried myself off while Paul got our stuff
together, we didn't have very much anyway. He picked up my purse,
surprised at how heavy it was and I watched in the mirror as he opened
it. He took the gun out slowly, looking at it. He set my purse down
and turned to look at me.

"What's this?" he asked.

I wrapped the towel around my head, walking over otherwise naked, and
took it from him. I removed the clip and ejected the round in the
chamber, in case he should shoot one of us accidentally, and gave the
pistol back to him.

"That's mine. I'll let you look at it this one time, but if I ever see
you touching a gun again in your life...I'll hurt you, Paul." I pushed
the lone bullet into the magazine.

He looked at me, a little naked Sicilian girl with a pink towel on her
head. "What?" he asked, smiling with either disbelief or confusion,
and probably both.

I sighed loudly and took my gun back. I slammed the magazine home and
chambered a round. I grabbed my silencer and gave it a twist, pressed
the muzzle to Paul's heart and spoke very slowly, "If you ever touch a
gun again, I'll break your heart." I stared into his eyes. "Do you
understand?"

"Yes." He stared back into mine and I wasn't sure what I saw there. I
looked down and realized he had an erection pushing at his boxers. I
dropped the gun down, caressing his hardness through the thin cotton
with the suppressor.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked him gently.

"Yes." He closed his eyes for a second.

"You need a strong woman, don't you, Paul?" I pulled his cock free
with my other hand, pressing the gun to his hot flesh. "Someone in
charge, telling you what to do."

"Yes, I like it." He licked his lips.

"Are you a morgue hound, Paul?" I gave him a sly smile, as if I knew a
secret.

"I...I don't know what that is."

"It's someone who doesn't have the balls to be strong. To  take what
they want. Even kill, if they have to. They just like to be around the
people who do. They serve them, and love them. Morgue Hounds want to
hear the stories and smell the blood and taste death. But they're
afraid to pull the trigger."

I stepped closer, pressing the gun into his hand, cocked and loaded. I
grabbed his penis and spread my legs, rubbing the head across my slit.

"Can you pull the trigger, Paul?"

 Kissing his chest.

"I shot a woman with that gun today."

Biting his nipple.

"Three times in her cunt."

Rocking my hips against his straining cock.

"It took a long time for her to die."

Dragging my teeth across his skin.

"Sal fucked me while I watched her. While I listened to her dying."

I split my labia with the head of Paul's penis, not so he'd actually
enter, but just sliding my swollen lips along the top of his shaft.

"Could you do that?" I took his hand slowly and lifted it, pressing
the steel below my left breast. "Pull the trigger, Paul. Show me
you're not some morgue hound."

I was soaking wet and my juices flowed over his cock as we moved. He
was breathing hard, listening to me with his eyes closed.

"Pull the trigger," I whispered, "and I'll let you fuck me. Do it.
Shoot me and fuck me. Now. Here...Tonight. Do it!"

He lowered his hand to his side and the gun slipped from his fingers,
landing on the thick carpet with a soft thud. I smiled at him and
slapped his face hard.

"Get on your knees, bitch," I told him.

I had Paul lick me until I came, holding his head as my legs went weak
and I humped his mouth with my cunt. When I'd had enough, I picked up
my gun, removing the silencer and putting it back in my purse again. I
got dressed and told Paul to do the same. He'd changed, as he had to,
I supposed, realizing who and what he was.

I knew he'd be a good husband.



end of Hitwife Part 1
Continued in "Hitwife 2.txt"

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