by Daphne Dawn
“Let’s go to the lounge,” Franco gasps. “You need a bit more action, Marco.”
11
Franco
I slip down from the table and pull up my pants as Antonio puts an arm around Sofia. I’m amazed by her composure—five seconds ago, she was impaled on my dick and getting thrashed by Antonio’s cock, now she’s laughing at some joke with the body language befitting a queen.
Even with no blouse and her skirt rucked up, she was the picture of class. She looks over at me, dark smoky eyes suggesting all kinds of delights. I get on her other side and start guiding them up the hall. Marco follows us.
As we enter the large living room, Antonio heads for the bar, pulling out glasses and bourbon. I guide Sofia to the couch—I want a taste of that pussy.
I sit down and she stands over me, slithering out of the skirt. Marco comes up behind her and grips her hips, nuzzling into her neck.
“I don’t think that ass has had enough punishment,” he whispers, and he brought the flat of his hand into contact with her ass.
Smack.
She squeals.
I get down on my knees and grab her thighs. My lips find her clit and I start mouthing at it, lapping it gently, sneaking one hand up her inner thigh to grind two fingers right up into her pussy. She moans.
Marco seems to be getting into position. There’s the sound of clatter as his belt hits the floor. Antonio puts glasses and bourbon on the table and sits down, holding his cock.
She makes a little whimper as Marco gets his fat cock in her ass, and I pump her hard with two fingers, not letting up on that clit. It’s so swollen right now it must be as sensitive as a virgin’s. I don’t stop. I lick it hard with my tongue, alternating between using the tip and the broader edge.
Marco starts to pump and I move back on to the lounge as he pushes her forward, bending her into the perfect position to suck my cock.
I make sure it meets her lips as Marco pushes her over. She opens wide for it and sucks the head into her hot, wet mouth, gently, and then, savoring it with her tongue.
“Good girl,” I whisper, reaching out with a hand so I can push her down further onto my throbbing cock.
Marco puts a hand on her shoulder and rams his cock into her ass as she sucks my cock down. With my hand caught in her hair, I pump her head.
At first I move slowly and steadily, but soon, I increase both my tempo and rhythm.
I keep my hand pressed firmly down to make sure my cock is deep in her throat as I come. I let her go just as Marco shoots his own load into her tight little ass.
Cream-colored cum runs down the inside of her legs.
She looks up at me, eyes watering, mouth red and wet, and smiles.
Dear God. She’s a fucking good slut.
Marco throws himself down on the big leather lounge, and takes a glass.
“Over here, pretty thing,” Antonio calls. “My cock needs your sweet lips again.”
She stands up, still with that ‘fuck you’ posture, as if she didn’t just get thrown around like a stuffed toy. She steps over to Antonio and takes him into her mouth while she’s still standing up. Her hands rest on either side of him. That bent over ass is just a fucking invitation waiting to be taken, again.
Antonio has both hands on her head as she sucks him. I get on my knees behind her, licking up all the juice from her pussy and between her legs.
Fucking amazing is all I can say.
She’s so wet. I put my hands on her hips and tongue her deep, mouthing at her slit and her ass. She wriggles a bit for me, but doesn’t let that distract her from Antonio’s cock. My cock is so fucking hard now, I had to use it.
I stand behind her and slowly slide into her pussy. She’s so wet, so hot. I wanted to put a hand on her shoulder so I could ram her, but she was enjoying Antonio’s cock so much I didn’t want to distract her. Instead, I put my hands on her hips and start slowly pumping, in and out, watching the whole time so I can see my cock parting those pretty pink lips, stretching them apart, sliding in against her slick juices.
I move my hands up to grab her ass, gently teasing the hole with my thumbs and I feel her clenching deep inside.
“Oh, you like that, you little slut,” I rub her asshole with both thumbs at once, teasing it, feeling the walls of her pussy wrap tight around my cock. Deep orgasms grip the head, as if her pussy was trying to trap me inside.
I do like a good ass, and Sofia has the best.
Marco sees I have my hands full and puts his bourbon down. Sofia is still going to town on Antonio’s cock—I think he’s come already, but from the way he’s moaning she’s not done sucking out his juices. Marco gets on his knees beside us and reaches under for her clit.
She tries to gasp or something, but her mouth is too full of Antonio’s cock. She lets out a wet mumble as Marco rubs her clit and I start teasing her ass with my middle finger, slowly drawing my cock in and out.
“Come on, you little slut,” Marco rubs determinedly at her clit, getting a scowl on his face “Fucking come properly, you little slut! How many cocks do you need?”
At his words, I feel it deep inside her, a massive wave of spasms, her hot insides clenching tightly and slickly against me. She was trying to moan but was choking on Antonio’s cock, as the deeper orgasms run into the quakes pounding from her clit.
Marco and I hold her up—me by the hips and him keeping one hand on her clit, as she gasps and lets go of Antonio’s cock. She was breathing hard, getting worn out by the constant orgasms. I pull out of her pussy slowly, still hard as a fucking rock and ready for more.
Marco puts an arm around her and pulls her against him on the lounge. I hand her a glass of bourbon while Antonio grabs one for himself.
“Let’s just give you a short rest, pretty thing,” Marco whispers, “Before we head to the bedroom.”
12
Marco
Sofia leans against me on the big black lounge, sipping her bourbon. Her silky ebony hair caresses my fucking chest. This is a fucking fantastic. Yes, I had been hoping for this when she fell on her tits right in front of us. Of course, it wasn’t often that dreams become reality.
I have her cradled in my left arm, crushed against me while I feel around her clit with my other hand. Antonio and Franco are downing their drinks.
“Let’s move it to the bedroom,” I get up, bringing Sofia with me, and I see a sharp expression cross her face. She’s such a mystery. She speaks little, but rather than this making it seem she doesn’t think, it’s more likely she thinks too much.
We enter the huge bedroom and I snap on the lamps by the huge bed, which is easily big enough for three. The lamps illuminate the mattress with soft white light, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.
“You spread yourself out there, gorgeous,” I whisper to her. “Get comfortable.”
I watch her lay down, stretching cat-like. I hear her back crack. She must be getting tired, but she looks up at me with a lazy half-smile that has my cock twitching all over again. She’s some woman.
I hear my brothers coming in and pulling off their clothes, making idle chatter. I ignore them as I sink down on the bed, between her legs, feeling her knees come up as I reach for her ass, mouthing at her pussy.
I give the clit a little attention, but my purpose is her sweet spot. I part the deeper lips with my tongue, probing inside. I use my lips on the outer edges, teasing her before plunging back in to reach up into her hot, wet slit with my lips.
Antonio sits on the edge of the bed, rolling his big hands across her tits. Franco wriggles on to the bed and straddles her face, gliding his cock down her throat. He rocks back and forth and I tongue her pussy, savoring it. Antonio starts kissing her nipples, sucking on those delicious tits. Gripping tightly with his other hand, he rubs the nipple and the gorgeous smooth skin around them. Franco pulls out of her mouth and kisses her just a bit, getting her ready for what is to come.
We know how to share a woman. The pack lust is so strong we ca
n’t be thinking clearly, but there’s no competition between us. I slip down on to the floor, tugging Sophia with me by her ankle. We all know the positions by now, it’s really just a matter of who goes where.
As I pull her down to the floor, I brush her hair from her face, looking into her eyes.
“Just trust us. Don’t fight back. We’ll try not to hurt you.”
She nods, eyes not even slightly afraid. Her steady gaze may be the hottest thing about her, if I had to choose. I kneel, bringing her pussy down slowly on my cock. Antonio gets behind her, giving her ass a rub before he starts sliding his cock into her most private hole. The reason behind our arrangement becomes clear to her as Franco presents his cock to her mouth, kneeling on the bed.
I had a hell of a time buying the right bed base for this. It had to be just the right height.
I open my knees a bit to secure her in my lap and feel my cock go right into her, as far as it can go. Antonio has her hips and he’s swinging slowly, getting faster. He wraps one arm around her shoulders and thrusts from his knees, burying his cock in her ass. Franco has his hands on the sides of her face, holding her jaw as he slides his cock in and out of her mouth, watching her face.
Three cocks in her, and she’s still not screaming.
Antonio thrashes, grunting and moaning. He increases his tempo. It’s all in the rhythm and beat. Like a musical instrument, he plays her. From experience, I know it wouldn’t be fucking long before he shoots his load into her. When he’s about to come, his muscles tighten and his eyes get that far away look in them.
His final thrust sounds like a sob.
He falls against her, pressing her onto me.
Franco dips down to follow the movement, keeping his cock in her mouth.
Antonio slips away, rolling on to his back on the floor and puffing like a steam train. I stay still, on my knees, feeling that tight spot so deep inside her. I don’t move except to keep my cock up as high as it can go.
I watch Franco above as he thrusts in and out of her mouth, holding her hair now as he controls the rhythm. He doesn’t speed up.
Obviously, he wants to fucking control the inevitable, but he can’t fight his own body. When he comes, she tries her best to swallow the fucking lot, but I can see some of his cream-colored cum spill over her mouth as he pulls back. It smears across her lips.
He gasps with pleasure as she licks it up, grabbing his cock with her lips to swallow every precious drop now dripping from the tip of it.
Franco collapses to his knees and lies back on the bed. Sofia looks down at me, and I swear, her gaze hasn’t changed. It’s just as calculating as it was before. Cum coming out of every hole, and she looks at me as if she is the conqueror here.
Without disturbing my cock inside her, I lay back on the floor, stretching out.
“Ride me,” I whisper to her, and with a ready grin, she does, pumping up and down my dick. She’s slick inside and still tight, I can feel my cock stretching her open as the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. I reach up and thumb her clit and grab her ass with my other hand. I give it a slap.
“Harder,” I groan and she grunts, grinding against me harder and faster until she throws her head back and finally screams. Her clit and deep muscles go into a frenzy of clenching, and milking me for all of my cum. I let go, feeling my final release and filling her up with my juice.
She falls against my chest, rolling off on to the floor, and the only sound in the room is the sound of us breathing hard.
I roll over and she looks at me, smiling. Completely calm.
“I’m sorry we ruined your clothes,” I grin at her. “But we have a well-stocked guest room. I’ll take you over there so you can get some rest.”
She blinks and bobs her head, grinning shyly, “I appreciate your hospitality.”
13
Sofia
Something tickles my nose, and I bury my head deeper into the soft pillow.
My fingers grab the sheets and tug them closer around me.
I’m in that delicious state between deep sleep and waking, the time where everything’s warm and fuzzy. It’s a state I’d like to stay in for as long as possible, it being the time of day where life is most delicious.
Random thoughts swirl through me, and I roll over. As I do, my face is assaulted by bright light. I rapidly blink a few times before I finally open my eyes.
The first thing that comes into view is the half drawn, deep purple velvet curtains and the plush matching carpet. This isn’t my apartment.
Fuck.
Toto, I’m not in Kansas any more.
But what had happened?
Shocked, I sit bolt upright.
I stare at my surroundings. Where am I?
It’s a little difficult to remember. Cotton wool is filling my head, and my tongue feels a little fury and heavy in my mouth. In addition, hand grenades are going off in my head with every sudden movement.
Seems like I may have had a few drinks last night. How many exactly escapes me.
And then, it hits me.
I remember. Three brothers, an awesome fuck, a late night, and several bourbons.
Obviously, a few too many drinks by the way I feel this morning.
My insides cringe as I take in the obscene wealth. A massive gold-rimmed mirror hangs across from the bed. The sheets feel of the richest and thickest Egyptian cotton.
I shiver.
Typical.
The brothers surround themselves with these hideous things while their staff lives in squalor. Bastards.
Recalling my assignment, I ignore the hangover and jump out of bed.
I walk to where my clothes are and rummage around.
My mobile phone is not there. It takes me a few seconds before I see it on the mahogany bedside table. I quickly retrieve it.
No doubt, the Senator is waiting for a progress report. Unfortunately, I don’t have much to report. Sure, I’m in the mansion, but nothing has been said about my future.
My heart starts to race as my fingers fumble with the little device. For some reason, it’s not coming to life. Rats.
It must be out of power. And I have no way of recharging it. Total rookie mistake not to come prepared.
For a few minutes, I glare at the black screen, as if willing it to come to life will do so.
It stays black.
Never mind, I’ll have to deal with that later.
The Senator will just have to wait.
Briefly, I wonder what time it is before I decide it must be early in the morning.
The sun seems to just be rising.
I pace around the huge room—though that’s actually an understatement. Upon closer inspection, it looks more like a two-bedroom apartment than one bedroom.
For a lack of something to do, I explore. First thing’s first: the oversized walk in wardrobe. As I open it, I suck in my breath.
Wow. Row after row of clothes stretch out before me.
None of them look like something I’d wear. It’s mainly evening wear.
There are long dresses, red ones, white ones, and black ones. I can see short dresses and high-heeled shoes. Then, my eyes zero in on the underwear.
Holy shit.
Talk about sexy underwear. I pick up the blood-red slip and matching bra.
They did say to help myself to whatever fits.
Okay, so whoever wore this piece didn’t have as much breast as I do, and my ass feels like it might fall out—but heck, it’s only for today.
After a while, I even find a crop top and another stretch short skirt. This will have to do. Better than my rather tattered and stained clothes from last night.
I tiptoe down the stairs and look around.
Opulent fucking wealth everywhere I look. It makes me sick how these guys just exploit their workers and other innocent people. But it doesn’t matter to me—I’ve got no evidence to support my thesis yet.
I know what I know. And what I know is the Monatello brothers run gambling outfi
ts, prostitution, and loan businesses. It’s not like they’re in the trenches, working themselves.
The thought of the brothers working in their own establishment brings a smile to my face.
Wouldn’t that be turning the tables on them?
I hear a sound from a room on the ground floor.
Briefly, I pause. Yep. It sounds like there might be a kitchen.
The low growl from my stomach reminds me that I’m hungry. Maybe there’s some food. Surely the brothers employ a cook, or something?
For a second or two, I hover on the last step. I look left and right.
Should I see if I could find something, since I’m already here? Generally, I grab any opportunity that presents itself. But right now, I’m not sure I can.
I glance down my front.
Even if I find something, what the fuck am I going to do with it?
Commit it to memory would be the only thing I could do. But the Senator will want cold-hard evidence. With my phone out of action, I’m forced to put any snooping on hold ‘til I’ve got myself a bit better organized.
The kitchen it is.
On the way there, I see their games room with a huge pool table and what looks like a home theatre system. I do some mental arithmetic of how much you could do with the money if you sold some of these toys.
As I pass the library, I’m reminded of last night. My insides instantly turn to putty.
Boy, it was fucking awesome. Those brothers were something else.
If I had to choose between them, I couldn’t. Of course, even thinking about choosing between them is silly. There’s no way I’d ever fall for any of them, and there’s no way they’re going to fall for someone like me.
What did the men always say to me?
“You’re hard work Sofia, you know that, don’t you?”
Purely business, Sofia, purely business, I remind myself.
I force a smile to my face as I finally enter the kitchen.
To my utter surprise, I don’t find a cook in there at all.
