by Daphne Dawn
With one loud, “Argh!” I get ready for my final deep thrust, shooting a massive load of cum into her as I gasp for breath.
Staggering to the chair, she stands up, steps out of her dress and sits on Marco’s lap. He’s hard and ready to go again as she slides down on to him, grabbing his shoulders and rocking back and forth.
Marco holds her waist, thrusting up hard as she fucks him, grinding herself against him and letting out a string of breathy words that I can’t understand. ‘Oh’ and ‘Yes’ and ‘God’ are said so fast they’re like one word.
Sofia and Marco kiss deeply, and she opens her knees around him. He leans her back, keeping hold of her hips as the angle changes. She starts gasping and making small shocked screams as he gets speed and momentum.
With a jerking, screaming, and thrashing convulsion, Sofia comes hard, gasping against Marco as he pulls her back up.
Sofia climbs off Marco and lies on the lounge, with her feet on his lap, breathing hard. Cock still hard, Marco smiles and takes her feet, rubbing them and her ankles gently.
I get up and stroke her face. She smiles at me, eyes half closed. I tease her mouth with my cock, and her tongue slips out to lick at the head as I rub the end across her lips.
Giggling, she tries to catch it with her tongue and draw it into her mouth.
She grips my cock firmly and guides it into her mouth. I let go and let her slide my cock all the way in. She turns side ways on the lounge to get a better angle, sucking hard on my cock.
Even though I just came, she’s got me rock hard all over again and ready to burst. I brush her hair from her face as she sucks my cock with her sweet, delicate mouth.
I’ve never been so happy in my life.
“I love you, tesoro,” I whisper, my hand stroking her face.
57
Franco
Finally, it’s the night of the big gala.
As we step out of the limo, the flashes of the cameras go wild.
There’s a ton of press here. We all ordered tuxedos that complement each other.
Marco’s is black with dark green accents.
Mine is charcoal with blue.
Antonio’s wearing dove grey and purple.
Sofia looks magnificent in a glittering silver gown. It drapes against her curves and swishes as she moves. Her dark hair is piled in loops on top of her head, and massive diamond earrings dangle from her ears.
The joy in her face is intoxicating, and we’re all smiling like fools.
With her between us, we walk into the main event, greeting people as we go.
Antonio herds us over to the corner near the podium where we have our private table.
All of society’s elite are here. The place is crowded with silk, shimmering gowns, smart tuxedos, flowers, and wine. Everyone’s smiling and having a great time.
On the walls mixed in with Antonio’s paintings, we have photos of all the people who have benefited so far from our charity program. The entire business has been restructured so that the majority of the profits go straight to the organizations that need them. The people in charge of allocating the funds have kindly helped provide photos and personal stories.
A woman with three children who had nothing to wear to go to school, all grinning with the children fully decked out. An old man who was able to stay in his home with his dog. A sick girl in the hospital who was able to have a birthday party.
It’s just how Papa always dreamed it would be.
We take our seats and start on some champagne. Antonio takes the podium, a big smile lighting his usually quiet and thoughtful face. People take their seats as he calls for attention, and the press fill the space before the podium, flashes flickering bright across Antonio’s face.
“I want to welcome you all here this evening and thank you for joining our cause. Our family has long been a supporter of this great city and its community. Only recently have we been able to go public about our endeavors. Yes, our history isn’t all clean. But we’ve worked very hard to bring our entire business into the charitable world. From dark roots do great and mighty trees spring. With the support of everyone gathered here, we’ve raised millions of dollars and distributed it evenly between the charities who need it most.”
He pauses and the crowd claps. There are some cheers.
Antonio’s face darkens slightly.
“In all of this good that we’ve done, we must now bring bad news to you. Some of you will know about Senator Walden and his plans for a new casino hotel. He didn’t just block our progress with legal channels, but he’s also attempted to bring us down using illegal methods. He campaigns as a man for justice and peace, and yet, he has been lying to the people of this good city for years.
“His money all comes from illegal operations, and his new endeavor was only a cover for the illegal trade and money laundering he’s caught up with. We have considerable evidence to put forth on this matter. These aren’t idle accusations or petty slander.
“We have details on Senator Walden going back a number of years. Our slow progression into becoming a fully legal business got in the way of the senator’s plans—now, they are exposed. Again, let me thank you for being here. Please enjoy the evening.”
Antonio gets down from the podium and comes towards us. There are police and detectives moving through the crowd, and the murmur of voices is very loud. Some of the guests here are no doubt involved with the senator.
There were many who invested in his new hotel and casino.
Antonio sits down and takes a sip of champagne. He gestures at the police and detectives coming toward us.
“It looks like we won’t get a chance to sample some of that wonderful food you organized, Sofia.”
She plays with a tendril of hair, grinning.
“You may be right, Tony. I think we’ll end up spending most of our time having interviews.”
I reach out and cover her hand with my own.
She turns to me with a bright smile, squeezing my hand back.
“We have nothing to hide now. And neither do you.”
Marco stands up, finishing his glass of wine.
“I better get my briefcase. Papa was dealing with the senator from very early on—they made a ton of money together. Poor Papa’s conscience just couldn’t take it anymore. This entire business plan was his idea. I have Papa’s handwritten notes on all their endeavors. It doesn’t look good for senator Waldon—nope, not at all.”
“I’ll probably have to talk about all my assignments. The things I’ve done. The lives I’ve destroyed,” Sofia says quietly, looking upset for the first time all evening.
Antonio reaches for her hand. We both give her a squeeze.
“I know it’s hard,” Antonio speaks softly, rubbing her hand. “But you’ll have to live with your deeds knowing you were led astray. It’s an evil thing he did to you, twisting your life so he was the only one you had. The only crime you committed was misplacing your trust.”
She leans into him, kisses his cheek, and says, “I won’t do that again.”
I move over and wrap an arm around her waist. Detectives and hangers-on in the crowd are starting to gather around us. Marco’s already talking to a detective.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I lean in to Sofia’s hair, kissing her neck as she leans into Antonio. “We’re together now. That’s the only thing that matters. We’re together, and nothing can split us apart ever again.”
She looks up at me with bright, glittering eyes. She kisses my cheek.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
58
Antonio
Sofia looks amazing in the flickering shadows at the back of the limo. We’re on our way home to the mansion. The gala was a great success, even though we spent the whole time answering questions.
The senator had been arrested before we even served dessert. We only heard about it though; he didn’t dare show his face at our gala dinner.
The silver of Sofia’s gown twinkles agai
nst the soft light. As we pass under the street lamps, her earrings glint. They’re almost as beautiful as her smile.
She’s sitting between Marco and Franco, leaning against Marco and teasing his ear and neck with her lips and teeth. Franco is stroking her tits, gently easing the strap of her dress off her shoulder, so they pop free. He immediately goes for her nipple.
I watch her rock her head back and gasp, her hand sliding down into Marco’s pants. As she leans back, her legs part just a little. I can’t resist an invitation like that.
I slide forward to my knees and touch her legs softly, savoring her smooth skin through the white stockings. I slide my hands up to the bare skin of her thighs.
She moans, Franco working both breasts now with his hands and tongue. Marco groans as her fingers free his cock from his pants.
I glide my hands down under the dress and grab her ass. She slides forward, opening her legs further for me.
As I slide my lips over her pussy, I can feel she’s already wet. I lap at her clit slowly and gently, hearing her moan. Then, I bring one hand up to slide two fingers into her pussy.
Marco is starting to gasp as she works him with her right hand. Franco is pulling the beautiful dress off both shoulders, kissing her tits and caressing her nipples.
As she rocks under them with pleasure, I lick her clit firmly, pushing my fingers in. I watch her face as I do, my thumb replacing my tongue. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she smiles.
I push harder with my fingers, gasping as she pushes back against me.
I pull my hand out, then slide both along her thighs again. I go deep with my lips and tongue, licking her cunt slowly and gently. She tastes so amazing.
I’m so hard now. I want her badly, but we’re almost home. I draw out the pleasure for me and for her, lapping again at the deep slit, feeling her getting wetter as Franco keeps plays with her tits, and Marco comes, her right hand jerking his cock.
The limo rolls to a stop, and we get out slowly. Sofia walks towards the door with her gown hanging around her waist. Franco had slipped off both shoulder straps while he was eating her tits.
No bra, no panties. The silky white stockings are her only underclothes.
She goes through the door, turning back to make sure we follow. She heads straight for the big lounge room with its comfortable leather couch. She leans down to pull off her stilettos, and I come up behind her, gripping her hips and rubbing my cock against her ass.
She laughs, grinding back against me. Franco walks around us, taking a seat on the lounge in front of her and opening his pants. His cock is throbbing, and Sofia swallows it whole.
I draw the dress up until it’s scrunched around her waist, bearing her ass to the room. The white lace-top stockings look amazing against her white skin, and her pussy is wet, pink and waiting for me.
Marco comes in and sits down next to Franco, watching with a smile.
I drop my pants and grip her hips. I guide my cock into her, and she moans around Franco’s cock, spreading wide for me. I slide into her tight, wet pussy, feeling her hot muscles grip me.
I stroke slowly, then faster and harder, slapping our bodies together. Franco reaches for her head and slams her lips down on his cock. I can tell by his moans he’s coming down her throat.
I grip her ass cheeks and thrust hard and fast. One hand grips her shoulder as I fuck her as hard as I can.
Vivaldi is playing in my head. The entire orchestra is building to a memorable crescendo finish.
With one loud, “Argh!” I get ready for my final deep thrust, shooting a massive load of cum into her as I gasp for breath.
Staggering to the chair, she stands up, steps out of her dress and sits on Marco’s lap. He’s hard and ready to go again as she slides down on to him, grabbing his shoulders and rocking back and forth.
Marco holds her waist, thrusting up hard as she fucks him, grinding herself against him and letting out a string of breathy words that I can’t understand. ‘Oh’ and ‘Yes’ and ‘God’ are said so fast they’re like one word.
Sofia and Marco kiss deeply, and she opens her knees around him. He leans her back, keeping hold of her hips as the angle changes. She starts gasping and making small shocked screams as he gets speed and momentum.
With a jerking, screaming, and thrashing convulsion, Sofia comes hard, gasping against Marco as he pulls her back up.
Sofia climbs off Marco and lies on the lounge, with her feet on his lap, breathing hard. Cock still hard, Marco smiles and takes her feet, rubbing them and her ankles gently.
I get up and stroke her face. She smiles at me, eyes half closed. I tease her mouth with my cock, and her tongue slips out to lick at the head as I rub the end across her lips.
Giggling, she tries to catch it with her tongue and draw it into her mouth.
She grips my cock firmly and guides it into her mouth. I let go and let her slide my cock all the way in. She turns side ways on the lounge to get a better angle, sucking hard on my cock.
Even though I just came, she’s got me rock hard all over again and ready to burst. I brush her hair from her face as she sucks my cock with her sweet, delicate mouth.
I’ve never been so happy in my life.
“I love you, tesoro,” I whisper, my hand stroking her face.
59
Marco
I’m slowly and lightly massaging Sofia’s feet and ankles as she sucks Antonio’s cock. Her body feels amazing through the sheer fabric of the stockings. Her gown lies discarded on the floor. Tiny beads of sweat roll down her back.
She looks absolutely fucking gorgeous.
The angle is all wrong as she leans sideways, mouthing Antonio’s cock. She makes little moans of frustration trying to get it further down her throat. She grabs him by his thigh and pulls him towards her, rolling onto her back. He slides over her, gently bringing his knees on either side of her head.
I see her hands come up and grab his ass as she forces him down deeper into her mouth. He leans forward to grip the edge of the lounge so he can thrust with his hips.
I run my hands up her legs and lean in to get to her pussy. I mouth deeply, almost brutally into her clit, grabbing her legs so she can’t wriggle away. I mash it with my lips, suck on it, and slide in two fingers.
Antonio is fucking her face and she writhes under us both.
I insert another finger, stretching her, loving the slippery wetness of her pussy as I finger her.
I lick at her clit some more then move my hand so I can get my tongue in. She rocks her hips towards me, and I bet she’d be moaning if Antonio didn’t have her mouth completely full.
He comes hard, gripping the edge of the lounge and thrusting his massive cock right down her throat. He goes still for a second as she swallows all of his cum, letting out a series of harsh gasps as he climbs off her.
I look up to see that satisfied smile of hers, the one she always has when she swallows cum.
Her eyes are flickering. Her lips are red. Her face is smeared and dewy.
I sit up and pull her towards me, bringing her into my lap. I turn her over and look at her gorgeous ass, already starting to point towards me as she gets up on her knees. Franco comes around in front of her, only wearing his pale, unbuttoned shirt now. As she raises her ass up to me, Franco gets under her mouth and she takes his cock hungrily.
It’s as if she can’t get enough fucking cock.
Franco puts a hand on the back of her head and slides along the lounge, letting her grab his hips. As I get on my knees, I see her delving deep to suck on Franco’s balls.
She’s so wet, and my hands and cock are slick. I slide into her ass and she gasps around Franco’s balls. I slide slowly, reaching around to rub her clit with two fingers.
She leans back into me, Franco grabbing her head and pumping her mouth on his cock. She rocks between us as we pull her in separate directions.
I pull out slowly and taste her pussy some more. I’m not ready to come yet.
; Franco’s practically growling as he fucks her mouth. I can hear Sofia making little noises, trying to lick and suck his cock against the hard rhythm. He cries out as he comes, letting go of her and falling back against the lounge, breathing hard.
Sofia grabs his cock firmly and sucks the head determinedly to get out every last drop of cum. Franco trembles as she uses her tongue to search around the head.
I pull her up against me by the upper arms. She leans her head into my shoulder, smiling at me softly. I turn her head towards me and kiss her long and deep, our tongues searching each other’s mouths.
Franco has sat up, and Antonio is in front of her now. She puts her arms up around his shoulders, spreading her thighs and locking her knees around his hips.
I wait for Antonio to slide slowly into her pussy before I shove my cock into her ass. Both Antonio and I are kneeling on the soft, wide leather lounge.
Sofia is on Antonio’s lap, impaled on his cock, arms around his neck as I push my cock into her. I grip her hips, inching forward to get my cock in as far as it will go.
She’s pinned between us, gasping and moaning, unable to thrust or rock. Antonio and I grab each other’s hands and start grinding from the hips in tandem. She gazes at the ceiling, a creature of pure lust. She starts whispering through her heavy breaths.
“Yes… Oh, god, yes. Fuck me, boys, my beautiful boys. Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!”
It’s like my lust is getting an injection of rocket fuel. My cock is rock-hard and throbbing, and I thrust as hard as I can from my knees, punishing her ass. Antonio pushes her back against me with his own thrusts.
Sofia starts to scream between us. Sweat and cum soak our skin as we fall against each other, a great mountain of sexual tension not yet spent.
We fall apart slowly, collapsing on the lounge. Franco has brought over wine and some glasses, and I pour, handing them out to Antonio and Sofia. She smiles as she takes a sip.
“You guys aren’t finished yet, are you?”
