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"That's just how it is in the mafia and more importantly, how it is for you. You'll understand soon enough," he straightened himself and intensified his dark gaze. I didn't realize he had this whole time. That was how I was able to talk to him. He was Alessandro Ricci, not Alessandro Giuseppe la blah la blah la Ricci. He seemed so easy to approach, but now, when he corrected his pose, I felt the sudden urgency to leave.
"I'm going out today. Since you took my friend, no one will escort me,” I said and made for the door. For this he gave no answer.
From the moment I left his office, I already had my next goal. I needed a man. And not because I wanted to make Alessandro jealous. I genuinely needed one. I was tired of practicing having to orgasm to porn videos. From the very morning, I had already started getting ready. I doubted Alessandro would let me out, but I had already told him. It was rude, but it was a permission, nonetheless. I wasn't three or thirteen. I was going to go out today or there was going to be a big scene.
I spent the rest of the day playing with Artemis. She played tea with the doll set I bought for her, but very rarely. She seemed toprefer more traditional games like ones involving balls, toy cars, and the rest. Today, we played a healthy game of ball toss. I don't know what else to call it. It wasn't football or soccer or even basketball. She just picked the ball, tossed it, squealed, went to pick it up again and kept repeating the process. Where the fun was for her and myself was when I had to prevent her from touching the ball without holding it in my hands.
Surely, before evening, she was tired enough for me to leave her in the hands of Gretchen without any complaint or protest from her. By nine pm, I was set to go. I settled for using public transportation but the only condition the security guards gave me was to use a car provided by the estate or forfeit my outing entirely. I was sure this was an order from Alessandro, but I was too far gone to want to challenge or flout. I entered the car and begged the driver to speed away to Fauxwood.
Getting there, I felt my former self again. The driver stayed in the car, so I was completely alone. I sauntered into the club and began my scout immediately even before I got to the bar. It seemed Carlos was off duty today. Good. That meant I won't be prompted to drink more than would cloud my senses. That boy was a bad drinking influence on me.
I sat in the bar, casually swinging around on the pivotal stool, flaunting my long legs that were made extra visible by the skimpy dress I wore. It was a black thin strapped silky gown... without a bra, leaving very little to the imagination. I definitely wasn't surprised when in less than five minutes, I started getting some attention. Enough for me to get selective.
Too chubby...
Too buff. He'd probably kill me on a choke hold cosplay...
I'm not into women...
Reminds me too much of Alessandro...
On a second thought...
I retraced my steps and strutted over to the last guy I flicked off. Tall, muscular, but not imposingly so. He had this soft accent to his muscles. No sharp jaw, stubbled. I could do this.
"You men really give up too early." I announced and sat on the chair beside him where he went to sulk after my rejection and put my legs on his thighs, stroking him all the way to the growing bulge in his pants. I licked my lips. Finally.
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I began drooling as my climax approached. I couldn't even speak. All that came out from my mouth was a long sound that sounded like short sharp notes because of the rhythm of his thrusts. The drool dropped on his chest and flowed to where mine met his creating smooth movements instead of the friction there that had already reddened my skin.
"C'mon, momma," he urged my orgasm and slapped my ass with both hands. He held onto it and spread it more for his cock to consume. My walls began to constrict and relax rapidly as my orgasm washed over me. I buried my head in the craneof his neck and cried as my climax caressed my brain, making me forget that I was human, turning my core to mushy jelly. The fluids that eased out of me helped lubricate me further, making me slippery enough to accommodate his pussy killing rod. Damn, this was one huge cock.
"You on the pill?" he asked with a strained voice. I could hardly hear what he said, but I nodded, still convulsing. By the time I relaxed from my climax and could understand English, I heard him say, "You white girls never skip that shit, do ya?" he asked rhetorically. I wanted to answer and tell him I wasn't white but couldn't. Another orgasm was coming.
Impossible.
Ten seconds hadn't passed since the last one. His cock was delicious. There was no doubt about that...or I was really just too depraved to be picky. After his tip stroked my spot, his big shaft rubbed on it as he moved, creating a magically intense amount of pleasure. I cried out again and squeezed him tight as my second orgasm washed over me.
"Whaaa..." he started to say but was cut short by his own orgasm. He began filling me with his semen and I felt unbelievably good. He was coming while I was still coming. I was feeling both his cock and his cum fill me as he continued to pound into me extra hard until the sensitivity of his tip would not allow him. We both breathed heavily as I collapsed on his fleshy chest after my climax. His cock slipped out of me, and I immediately felt a feeling of emptiness wash over my sore cunt with some of his juices trickling out of my opening.
This was going to last me for at least a week. But at the same time, I couldn't help thinking of Alessandro. I chuckled at how mad he'd be seeing me like this, straddled in the arms of another man but then I washed the thought out of my head. He definitely would not care.
Chapter 20
Okay...I'll take it back. Sexual satisfaction beats any form of pleasure. Not alcohol, not gambling; that I quit years back, not even the taste of the most intricately prepared manakeesh. Again, I still vetted for the fact that the immense satisfaction I felt came from the deprivation of the act, something that I unconsciously did to myself until I was naked in the bathroom with a swollen labia and extremely carnal thoughts.
"I need to make more of these trips..." I muttered to myself at some point on the road home.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that, miss. You want me to stop somewhere?" The young driver asked, assuming I was talking to him.
"Oh, no, not you. Sorry."
He nodded and kept his eyes on the road. Wasn't he too young to be involved in this kind of job? He looked no older than twenty-three. If I stretch the guess, I'd peg he was around my age.
'This looks delicious.'I eyed him from my vantage point at the back. He took a sneak peek at me from the rear-view mirror and immediately diverted his vision when he saw me staring back at him, taking a big gulp of intimidation.
Pussy.
