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His hard cock sprang out, freeing from the confines of his slacks. Loosening his tie, he then twisted his finger for me to turn around and ride him in reverse. He wanted to display what was only his. My heartbeat kept thrumming faster and faster, but I didn't know if the drugs caused it or my sexual urges begging to be feed. Either way, I wanted this. With the room losing more of its realness, Tony offered me something that would tether me through this alluring high. Sex would offer me an escape from the escape most sought using drugs.
Licking my parched lips, I felt the red lipstick on them, knowing some probably smeared during our make out session. My mask still hid my face for the men not to see, but they kept ogling my body in jealousy. Carlo, the man hosting, didn't enjoy not having the sampling that wasn't for everyone. He looked like a kid being told no in the candy store, begging Tony to change his mind.
It did things to me. Fed into my desires to be craved, allowing me to openly be taken. A sense of pride showed through, eagerly begging me to chase this intoxicating idea. Lowering myself on his cock after turning around, I acted shy and submissive due to my natural nature. Once I saw it turned on the other men more, I tossed my head back and let them see my breasts spill from the tear Tony gave my dress.
Part of me planned to ride my lover as my hands teased in my hair, but Antonio had other plans. Like Draven did on the table, he hooked my legs to fall over the fancy arms of the chair, exposing my core with his cock rammed inside. My hands latched onto the chair first, relishing in how strong he was to lift me up and down his shaft. With my legs over the sides, he moved one hand upward to grip my waiting throat. Domination in its purest form.
Nothing felt real as we did this. Nothing felt worldly now that he had taken me to this level of ecstasy. Riding my high, I now knew why Kasey said she had done it a few times while working. The room span, losing my sense of time, easing me into the finish.
Tony kept pumping his shaft upward, using his legs to gain better leverage to ram into my needy pussy. More and more, he jackhammered up my channel, exposing my hidden voice. Mewls left my lips, becoming cries fumbling within my moans. He kept his hold on me loose enough for the vibrations inside to broadcast outwardly. Antonio wanted them to hear me.
"Good girl," he mused from below.
My breasts kept bouncing with every forceful intrusion he claimed against my body. My pussy would never be the same after being filled by him and Draven. They pushed me past the leaves of naturalness, using their force against me in the best possible way. Inhaling sharply, I could get a small whiff of his ocean scent, balancing my teetering thoughts. Without him owning me, the drugs would've had me lost in this room filled with grabby men. He'd protect me. He'd keep my safe.
Just as that thought entered, a random hand came from behind us, grabbing my exposed tit. Pinching the nipple, I squealed. Antonio stopped moving completely, seeing someone place their hand on me just as the stranger's other hand brushed my wide curls away from my face. Licking his lips, he thought I could be for more than one lover. And while I could at home, I wouldn't with a stranger.
"Francisco, you better think twice before touching something that belongs to someone else," Antonio snarled, bearing his teeth.
"Oh, come on, Tony. We're all friends." Giving my nipple another twist, the man didn't seem too enthused to stop.
Antonio let go of my throat and smacked his hand away. "Mine!"
Once the threat had been placed, Francisco lifted his hands in surrender and stepped away to go back to the whores he had been using. Tony locked his arm over my boobs then to shield them from anyone else who might want to taste the forbidden fruit. If the drugs hadn't been in me, I knew I would've shutdown completely. Luckily, I had a heightened experience to feel how my lover sucked along the edge of my neck, traveling along the nerves.
He began moving again, letting his hand find my throat as his other claimed my clit, circling it for the room to see. Part of me knew I had been being too loud, but I couldn't control how my drying throat echoed his vigorous fucking. My head kept lulling to the sides, unable to keep my eyes open as he used me for everyone to see. His ardent ways activated the nerve running in my clit, exchanging the energy for it to come alive.
"Antonio," I pleaded, feeling the sensation sweep down my legs as he kept going. My toes curled against the heels they sat in.
"That's right, Sunshine. Show everyone in this room how good it feels to take my cock. Let them see how I stretch your tight pussy for my pleasure. We can all hear how slick you are, desperate for me to end this vicious game." Biting the lobe of my ear, it finished me.
I shattered for the party to see, for the whores to compare themselves to. They weren't basking in being pleased like me, only servicing for their compensation. I couldn't imagine being paid and walking out with no orgasm, but I remembered how rare they were for me without the use of my own hand.
His dominance exploded next, standing from the chair to lean me over the table to take me from behind to finish it. My tits dangled forward, moving with every aching thrust he gave me. My legs were weak, so I would've fallen had the table not caught me. Taking him as deep as he could go, he wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled my head back for the room to have a better view of my submissive position. My eyes were watering, I couldn't focus on the blurs around me. My jaw slackened just as another wave of pleasure chose to ripple through me.
Trying to ride out the rush of this one while balancing, I kept spasming around his shaft, encouraging his own release to mix with mine. Tony roared, slapping my bare ass with his palm because he pushed up the fabric at some point. I hadn't noticed because the excitement consumed me. My body felt too hot to be whole, no longer feeling my limbs as they numbed for the rapture to devastate my remains.
Once he finished, Antonio sat me back on his lap, keeping his cock buried deep inside of me. Grabbing his drink from the table, he chugged a few gulps before turning back to Carlo. "So my father tells me you have some business you'd like to discuss."
Carlo laughed, tugging his whore's hair to keep her deep throating him. I curled up against Tony's chest, knowing I'd be useless for whatever came next. He riddled me senseless, but I was still here for him.
"There's been word of some mole problems within all our ranks. My ears perked up when I heard your empire sat in the balance too." Carlo let go of his whore long enough to reach into a bag beside him. Grabbing an envelope, he tossed it toward us on the end. A fancy parchment that had to hold some kind of invitation. "Imagine my surprise when I received this in the mail before reaching out to you."
Antonio didn't waste time opening the letter, but it wasn't hard with the seal already gone. An invite for some kind of upcoming gala. My eyes narrowed, trying to make sense as to why this would mean something. Luckily, Tony's growl and words clicked the pieces together. "Mortimer De Luca."
The host on the bottom shared the same last name as Draven, telling my subconscious that this had to be his evil father. Carlo nodded his head. "Your father got one, and so did the other heads of the table."
"So how come my father didn't tell me?" Antonio narrowed his eyes.
"My assumption can only be the same reason De Luca is trying to pull a fast one on his son. They don't want to lose their power." Carlo had to be maybe ten years older than us, but he didn't look the same age as the dads of my boyfriends. "When I mentioned it to him two weeks ago, he brushed it off and reminded me where my business belonged. Last week, I told him I had a mole problem that I needed handled, so to have you come make a contract with me on his behalf. He didn't even piece together my true plan."
"Which is?" Tony requested.
"Your father lacks what our table needs, Tony. He's too skittish anymore, but he wants to keep ruling as he hides. Augustus and I stand with you now, even if that means you need our help to destroy the former chair." Carlo grabbed a knife from the table, slicing his palm before placing it on a piece of paper where a smear of blood had already dried. Handing it over to Antonio, my lover looked rather impressed. "Augustus mailed the contract after sealing it with his oath. We have video proof if you require it to believe me."
"So you're the reformation of our table?" Tony sat back and read over the binding document.
"Our alliance has always been to the powers, but they're shifting. We recognize the power is no longer in the former holders. You've executed Gustav, so his oldest will now take up his chair, you two have yours, then me and Augustus. With Alexander and his family dead, we'll need to figure out who we want in that place of power. Only five seats exist, but we have time to fill it. The only seat who might challenge you outside of your own is Ralphie, Gustav's oldest son."
