Mafia Princess Free-Use Cunt Serial (Stories 1-6)

A Brother/Sister (and others) Erotica Incest

6 Short Story Bundle

T. A. BEAU

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Table of Contents{/b}

#1: My Brother Brutally Fucks Me As Punishment4

#2: Baiting My Brother With My Bestfriend22

#3: Halloween Gangbang With My Brother, Bestie and Cuck Fiancé44

#4: Dad and Older Brother Rape and Break Me For Messing With Cartel Business68

#5: New Year’s Eve Group Sex in the Catskills Mountains To Bring My Groove Back89

#6: Walking Down the Aisle With A Belly Full of My Brother's Cum116

#1: My Brother Brutally Fucks Me As Punishment

SUBTITLE: A Family Blood Incest Erotica Story with BDSM (choking, restrained). Story is set in the mafia/mob world setting (gore).

WORD COUNT: 4700 words

BLURB

Mafia princess, Blaire, is a horny little brat who loves to bait her brother, Mateo, into fucking her silly. Mateo can have her holes anywhere, anytime. And sometimes, Blaire "accidentally" bumps into him just so he can punish her for not listening to instructions. It's taboo and off-limits, and if their mob boss father found them out, he'd gun them down...but Blaire doesn't care. She does what she wants...fuck what anybody thinks!

“How many times do I have to say it?”

“Just once more would do the trick!”

Mateo and I are at an impasse. His hunky, 6”1, heavily-tattooed, heaving frame does nothing to intimidate me. His muscles ripple beneath the expensive Brioni suit as he attempts to contain his annoyance. His back teeth gnashing and snapping excite me; his glare laser-focused on me. His chiseled jaw stiffens, honey-gold eyes tracking up and down my body. That large vein that pops out across his forehead when triggered makes an appearance tonight.

The sound of his knuckles cracking should terrify me-any stranger would be pissing their pants right now. But not me.

I live for this shit.

I shift my stance wider, the squeak from the pointy heels of my Red Bottoms scraping along the linoleum drives the point home that I’m not leaving. Not until I get what I want.

“Look here, Blaire, you need to go back home and let us handle this. Dad won’t be too happy hearing I found you here.” His right side upticks into a smug smile. “You remember what happened last time?”

“I don’t care, Mateo.” I give a one-shoulder shrug, my 9MM snugly in my hand. The familiar rubber of the butt of the gun is a comfort in my steady hand. “I had a job to do-”

“No, I had a job to do. Dad told you to knock it off with these one-woman stunts of yours trying to prove something. You are set to marry that fool Jenson in a few weeks. No one wants to see that pretty little puss all scratched up for the big day.”

The familiar warmth of anger surges through me. Mateo shifts back, shoulders tall and proud, the smug fucker. He knows just what buttons to hit. No one likes to be reminded that they’ve been married off as part of a business deal to secure drug routes.

My father, Jose Ayala, runs New York like the city is his backyard. He’s got fingers and toes in everything-from gambling to drugs. Even the elected Mayor is specially selected by him before the beloved residents get a chance to vote. The politics in this city is under his desire and will. Mateo is his enforcer and rightful heir to the throne-though I’m more than capable of running the cartel if Dad could only see I’m more valuable within his ranks than being married off and having babies.

And Mateo just likes to remind me of my role in the cartel.

There’s no denying the hate I feel for the man in front of me, my only brother by two years.

Funny how fickle the line is between hate and lust.

“You know what…fuck you, Mateo!” I turn to leave, the warmth of my trusty gun the only thing grounding me right now. But a firm grip pulls me back. I nearly tumble, unsteady.

For a boulder of a man, Mateo is an agile and quick fucker. Two steps and he is right in front of me.

“Sweetheart, what did I say about cursing at me?” His voice drops an octave.

“I can do what I want…you don’t-”

“Oh, but that’s where you are wrong, little girl. Always wrong. You never learn your lesson.” His voice, deep, dark and hot, drips into my ear when he pulls me smack into his chest, his front to my back.

“Whatever…”

“Is that all you have to say?” he croons, the hand not holding mine drifting down my bodycon purple dress with a slit that’s one pull away from showing my smooth lady bits. “Aren’t you excited to be getting married soon?”

“You know I’m not…Jenson’s an idiot.” The chill in the air caresses my pussy lips as he finds the slit and pulls it up. His large, calloused hands stroke the soft skin of my inner thigh. “I can be more useful doing this, collecting dues and enforcing like I’ve been doing since I was 18. Why can’t Dad see that?”

“No point fighting it, Blaire. It’s gonna happen…” He finds my bare pussy, parting my lips and rubbing the hood. Slow, languid. Pressing the pulsing button like an ON switch.

My teeth trap my lower lip. Unconsciously, I lean back into him. His dick probes at my lower back right above my heart-shaped ass.

“I swear I’ll blow his brains out first week of marriage. Then what will dad do then?”

“We both know you won’t do that. You’ll suck it up, keep the peace…maybe whip Jenson into shape. Make him putty in your hand.” He rubs slow circles over my hood. “From the looks of the skinny man, he’ll do whatever you want him to.” The little bean stands firm, screaming for more. He moves lower, trailing down to my open, winking hole. “You can do that, can’t you?” He scoops up some juices and pushes right back up. “For your family.” This time, he digs his finger hard.

My knees nearly give out. The once steady grip on my gun is starting to falter. A sudden thud from the room next door reminds me that we are not alone. A clean-up crew is hard at work scrubbing the brain matter from the wall of the office of a man who’d refused to pay his dues to the Ayala cartel. I’d done that. The office will be clean in less than half an hour-less blood splatter, acrid stench and lifeless body.

But in this room…there’s no stopping Mateo when he gets like this. A horny raging bull that I’ve poked and baited.

Not that I want to stop him.

See, Mateo and I have a little arrangement. Any time, anywhere. He can use me as he pleases unless I utter the agreed safe word: Diamonds.

What can I say? Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Cliché, I know. Sue me…

“Or is it that you’ll miss this? Is this what all this is about? Finding ways for us to be alone…” He pats my pussy, and wet sounds fill the empty room around us. Legs part on instinct when Mateo drags his ring middle finger along my slit to my hole again. “So wet for me!”

“You wish!” I suppress a mewl when he dips his finger all the way inside this time. The cold steel of the family ring against my flushed pussy tells me he is knuckle deep.

He brings out the finger quick sharp and dips it into his mouth, drawing it out slow. I stare at his plump lips wrapped around the finger coated in my hot dew. He releases it with a pop. Turning back to his eyes, the honey-gold is now a dangerous black.

“My pussy tells me differently.” This time, he gives me a full mouth smile. “But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

5 years ago, the fine line between irritation and anger whenever I was around Mateo exploded into the kind of sex that would be too explicit for kamasutra books. I’m not even sure what category it would fall under: category unknown but be warned, dangerous and highly addictive. Possibly insane!

Neither of us cares very much about the fact that we are blood-related and grew up together. In fact, up until that moment he railed me on the kitchen floor, I hadn’t thought of Mateo in any other way than my annoying older brother.

I’m not sure when the switch happened. But there’s no turning back now. I can never get rid of the taste and feel of my brother. I’m a goner that’s for damn sure.

“You seem to think you can do what you want…”

He laughs, cutting me off. “But I do…and you know what, I’ll keep playing this game of yours. Does it turn you on to keep resisting the truth?”

He turns me, slams me against his body and takes my gun from me, placing it on a nearby table. The sudden twirl makes me very aware that my dress has ridden high up on top of my ass; the chill in the room tries to cool my rapid heating pussy.

It does nothing but tease at the heat emanating from between my shapely legs.

“What game? What truth?” The straps of my dress fall to the side as Mateo peels them off, revealing my heaving chest.

“That I own you. That this…” He cups my pussy, pats it hard three times and presses the ring finger on my exposed clit. “Is mine. Married or not, I will have what’s mine.”

“We’ll see about that…”

Those whirlpools turn even darker than a motionless night. Than the view from a ship out at sea at night.

Without warning, Mateo juts out his strong hand and collars me. Pushing me back a few steps, my back connects to a wall. A rumble in my chest starts up when I see that vein bulging again.

Fuck! That familiar rush runs through me. My feet and the ground no longer meet. He pushes me up until his face and my tits are at the same level. I try to wrap my legs across his clothed waist for balance. He swats at them. I dangle there, smiling like the joker, knowing there’s no turning back now.

Which was my intention all along.

I’d gotten word that Mateo was sent here to enforce his duties. And bored at a dinner party, decided to drive on over and do the job for him. Knowing he’d be mad. Knowing his ego would be irritated.

The best recipe to be fucked silly and left sore and whimpering.

“Maybe you need a reminder…”

“Always-” the word comes out choked. He rips the dress right off my body, the fabric tearing as if it’s made of paper. Naked, dangling, face to face with an unhinged lion of a man, who’s holding me up like I weigh nothing.

Mateo removes his belt before placing me on my legs rather roughly and turning me around. I try to catch my breath and flex my throat, sure a bruise is already forming. I’ve always loved Mateo necklaces.

My brother secures the belt under both upper arms, making sure to crisscross it so it doesn’t fall to the floor. The pinch of the pull against my shoulders only adds to the pleasure tracing along my spine.

Hands secured behind my back, he turns me back around and dips low, eyes boring into my soul. He moves close to my lips, and just when I think he is about to finally kiss me, he pulls back.

My stomach drops with disappointment. Since he’d used my cunt 5 years ago, Mateo hadn’t kissed me. It drove me wild that he wouldn’t-even when I’d seen him tonguing a couple of women in the club, practically strangers. And almost always, he’d be eye-fucking me, teasing me, from across the room.

I mean, sure, I’m his sister, but still…

A girl needs a little kiss here and there.

“Not yet. Don’t think you earned that yet. Take care of this first.” He undoes his pants. I squat in time with the pants and boxers, his hard cock nearly battering my forehead. Much like the vein on his forehead, the one on his dick pulses angrily. Pre-cum drips from the tip and I watch in fascination as it falls to the floor…

Before Mateo holds my head and sinks deep into my throat.

The sudden clump on my airway turns the steady simmer to a full blown tsunami.

“Such a fucking whore. My little slut. This throat was made for my dick. Don’t think Jenson can fill you up like I can.” Mateo moves slow, a tight fist on my head forcing it against the wall, the other around my throat. He has to squat a little to get the angle right. “Look at me while I fuck this throat. Leave a mark in it.”

I obey just as I decide to do this swallow motion and hollow out my mouth. Mateo’s eyes roll back, mouth in a silent “o”. “Just like that. You know how I like it.”

His abs contract and release while moving back and forth. The black and white dragon across his chest and torso looks as if it’s doing the worm dance in the pits of hell, fire spurting from its mouth. It’s funny the kind of nonsense that goes through your mind when trying to keep your breaths in check, your nerves steady and deep-throating your brother.

Or is that just me?

Oh well…

Mateo only gives a couple seconds between each thrust for me to catch my breath.

One hand on my forehead, the other trailing up my jaw, his pace quickens. Balls slapping my chin, he hovers over me, moving closer. I need to shift further from the wall to get the angle he wants me in.

“Fuck, Blaire!” The top of my head presses against the wall at an uncomfortable angle. But the feel of his monstrous cock in my throat pushes me to the extreme. I just hope I won’t have a neck crink from this. I get on my knees for stability and splay them wider, pussy lips rubbing on the cold tile floor. The bundle of nerves finds a small grove on the floor and I can’t help but rock to it.

I hump the floor like the mad woman I am as Mateo fucks my throat. At this angle, he is fucking straight down into my throat like a horny jackrabbit. Powerful thighs doing mid-air pumps; talk about an impromptu leg day. Spit flies out of my mouth, smearing all over my face. I’d spent nearly an hour making my face up, and now he’s probably going to ruin it.

I don’t mind…in fact, I prefer it.

“Take it, you little whore. Shit! I should be taping this, watch it back to see that pretty little throat of yours bulging.”

It’s hard to hear him over the gluck gluck gluck sound as he opens my throat. Two hands hold each side of my face. Tears stream down the side of my cheek. I keep my eyes on his corded chest, watching the veins stretch and relax with every thrust. The light halos his massive body.

My body thrums with a feral desire that hasn’t been tamed since Mateo fucked me the first time the day of my 18^th birthday. We’d argued, he’d pinned me to the kitchen floor and waited. He’d hovered in front of my entrance, teasing me as we watched the clock, waiting for midnight. I’d had some kind of twisted Cinderella story; rather than losing a glass slipper when the clock struck midnight, Mateo had shaped my pussy into his dick a second later. No other dick could fit.

I’m a nympho for this feral beast.

His four-times-a-week-leg-day thighs jut his pelvis in and out, his cock growing bigger in my throat. It’s getting hard to breathe. His thrusts are short and deep. A telltale sign he is about to cum buckets down my throat.

That drives me wild.

“Are you humping the floor? Jesus, what a slut! I can hear your ass slapping the tiles. Don’t worry, sis. I’ll give you what you want soon enough…” His words come out broken and it takes me a moment to piece them together. I’m blitzed out of my fucking mind.

“Yes, yes…breathe. Here it comes…” He pulls out all the way to the tip, twirling his hips like a hula hoop. I hollow out my cheeks, take a deep breath quickly and brace myself. He plunges in with a drawn-out sigh, each inch pushing open my mouth then the muscles around my throat. My nose meets his pubes, his manly musk, sweat and cum filling my nostrils. Balls on my chin, my throat massages him. Warm liquid shoots straight into my throat. He pushes my head impossibly closer like he wants his pelvis and my face to be one.

“Drink up…yees!!” He makes quick thrusts, deep in me, filling me up with his cum. I drain him, making a swallowing motion to pump out the cum from deep in his balls.

My limit is close to reaching; I need air. But Mateo doesn’t seem to be done with my open hole. My chest gets tight. A second later, Mateo pulls back out, slow, with a loud groan. When he pulls back, I release him with a loud pop, and draw in the biggest breath of my life.

For a moment there, I was about to faint.

A line of spit and cum dangles between us for a second before slurping onto my breasts. I blink my eyes rapidly to clear my eyes. My breaths are heavy and erratic. That had been a close one…

Mateo just stares at me. He strokes his length, and I see lipstick stains on his pubes from where he’d smushed my mouth. He laughs.

“I think you need to see yourself!” He reaches into his pants pocket that’s on the floor and retrieves his phone. He turns the camera to me and I hardly recognize myself.

Gone is the highly contoured, cat-eye eyeliner, full face beat-in its place is run-down mascara, smeared lipstick across my cheeks, and a sweaty forehead. The contour and foundation is still intact. Damn…I should send my favorite Island girl a review on her makeup brand. Would she appreciate the context of the review?

The cheeky bitch I am, I might do it.

I smile at myself-what a fucking whore! And proud of it.

“Should I take a picture and send it to good ol’ Jenson? Show him how much my sister likes to be handled. What do you think he’ll say?”

He grabs my hair and yanks me back painfully to look at him. The fire in his eyes connects deep with my soul in an untamed battle for control. He wants more…I know he does. My brother could go all day and night if he didn’t have enforcing duties to take care of. Maybe, just maybe, I could get him to myself for a little bit longer…

There’s only one thing to do…

“That he could do worse.” The air around Mateo turns from jest to danger in a second. His smug smile drops, a snarl in its place. His canine teeth shine in the light around his head. “Honestly, Mateo, if I wanted to be teased, I would have gone to my future hubby. Maybe I should give him a chance.” I start to move my hips against the groove on the floor that I’d found. “He could be better than I’ve ever had. Even with what I’m sure is a pencil dick.” I lick out close to his face, pulling at my own hair he’s holding. The challenge in my eyes is clear.

Mateo’s eyes trail lower to my hips. His dick juts out hard from a semi-flaccid state. Hot and heavy. The veins around his balls pop.

He pulls me up to stand, an evil chuckle rumbling from me.

“You’ll regret saying that…” he warns.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve heard that before.”

A knock on the door doesn’t stop Mateo from throwing me on a nearby couch. I land with a hmph, hands still tied behind me. He makes me sit on the edge. I lay my shoulders back, leaving a lot of room down the length of my back, and bring my legs to my chest before opening wide for him. I find a comfortable position for my tied up hands. Mateo doesn’t need to hold his dick to enter me.

Like two magnets drawn together, his throbbing cock sinks into my wet cunt. A second knock sounds but quickly drowned out by Mateo bellowing, “Fuck off!”

Canvas shoes scuttle away into the distance the more Mateo sinks into me. Balls deep, all in one go…

I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming. I watch in avid fascination as my tight abs around my navel bulge once he is fully seated within me. “Oh shit!” My core shudders.

“This is what you wanted, yes?” Mateo smacks my inner thighs before placing two bruising holds on each side and leaning in. He adds a nudge to it, the weight of him unraveling me.

“Yes, fuck me, deep. You know how I like it. Destroy this pussy!”

He pulls back and rams back in one fell swoop. My insides coil with feral heat. I bite down on my lower lip, eyes rolling.

“Whose pussy?” Mateo thrusts slow, punishing, languid. “Whose pussy?”

“My pussy!” Our eyes connect in challenge. “You haven’t proven to me-oh, fuck!” Mateo tugs at my clit ring and twists it. I’m sensitive from humping the ground and that sudden jolt of pain pushes me to the edge of an unholy climax.

“You talk too much. I’ll show you who this pussy belongs to. No one, and I mean, no one can fuck you like I do.” He does it again, and this time, moves the clit ring in time with his thrusts as if it’s a bridle and I’m the horse.

The scent of our sex fills my nose, wet sounds from flesh hitting flesh ringing in my ears. There’s nothing gentle about this. His fucking is punishing and brutal, just the way I like it. My shoulders start to pinch from the position but moving means changing the angle, and I’m not about to do that. Not when his pulsing veins are pressing at my G-spot.

“More, please…” I’m blanking out here, so full. Mateo’s thrusts alternate from long and drawn out to shallow and deep. His eyes roam from my face to my abs then flushed pussy and back up before he takes a pierced nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard. The sensitive tips harden even more as his tongue swirls over the pink, perky flesh. He draws it out before releasing it with a pop. He does the same thing to the other nipple.

Before taking a bite…

“Argh!” I let out a surprise yelp before cutting the word short.

Mateo chuckles evilly. “Keep that mouth shut unless you want the clean-up crew to hear and tell Dad.”

“We’d both be fucked if he knew.”

“You more so than me…” He smiles, one hand snaking around my throat. The other presses down where the bulge of the tip of his dick kisses my womb.

The pressure is wild…

Then he fucks me like the cock sleeve I am.

The couch moves back an inch with how much force he’s using; thrusting, pulling back, pushing into my G-spot. Stars form at the back of my eyes. My body’s pushed into the couch and I’m now lying on my hands. They’ll be numb, I’m sure of it.

But I don’t care about that now.

I chase the high, the exquisite pain-pleasure mix as my brother fucks me like a feral beast that’s been locked up for centuries. His hand slaps me one moment and chokes me the next.

“Whose pussy is this?” He bites his lower lip, sweat forming on his brow. Torso flexes from the effort.

“My pussy.” It comes out in a quiet whisper from how tight he is pressing into my throat.

He growls, thighs tensing before going balls deep and rounding his hips. His pelvis rubs at my clit at the same time. Fuck! I’m seconds away from seeing the galaxies…I’m swimming in such depravity that I lose track of my breathing.

“Breathe, Blaire. Don’t tap out on me yet.” He eases back.

“No!!!” I could cry from the loss.

Mateo only laughs. He goes back to teasing me. “You’ll only get what you want if you tell me whose pussy this is.”

My body is wound tight, ready to snap at any moment. Drool dribbles unashamedly from my mouth. I can only imagine the sight of me. Mateo pulls back all the way, the ring of his tip at my entrance. The nerves there erupt. My legs start to shake. I watch his drenched cock pull from the grip my pussy has on him.

My core screams at me: girl, give this man what he wants. Bring him back in. Don’t be a brat!

“Get back in there.” I chastise.

“You know what I want.”

One of his hands moves to grab his dick and slather our combined juices up and down my slit before tapping my engorged pussy. The taps are loud and heavy. The contact only serves to bring me to the edge. He does it over and over again until my clit screams at me to give him what he wants.

One thing about Mateo, he is patient when he wants something. And the ego on him knows he will always get what he wants.

“Yes, fuck, it’s your pussy. Only yours. Always yours.”

Mateo sighs loudly, eyes blowing wide. “Good girl. That’s all you needed to say.”

He lines his cock up with my pussy. Both hands grab my head and pull me forward, folding me, forcing my chin to my chest, his elbows smushing together my breasts. Legs still played open like the flexible nymph I am, he finds purchase and doesn’t let up for one moment. He rests his head on top of mine, presses me even closer.

“Yes…mmmmhhh…just like that,” he drawls.

Groans, creaks from the couch, suppressed moans and the distance sounds of the clean up crew is all I can hear. But everything sounds like it’s underwater. I think I go cross-eyed at some point. Mateo’s a feral monster with a point to prove.

The orgasm comes quick; I’ve been on edge for who knows how long. My G-spot gets the beating of her life, sparking a slow ascent; the climax erupts like fireworks.

“Agggreeeereoooo!” My voice comes back to me in a delay, blood rushes to my ears temporarily deafening me. My muscles bunch up wanting to shake, to be released from the hold but Mateo doesn’t budge. I’m breathing heavy as I come down the powerful orgasm and only then does Mateo release his hold.

I slump back on the couch. “FFUUUCK!” My ass is wet, probably from squirting all over my brother. Mateo puts his meaty hands on my thighs and extends his legs, doing press-ups into my pussy. There’s no way I can remain quiet.

“Fuck yes, take it, Blaire…drain that dick. So wet and ready for me always. My little whore!”

I’m blitzed out to the max, still cumming, heart racing a mile a minute. Three thrusts later, Mateo sinks all the way and rests his weight on my hips. His seed juts out like a firehose; the walls of my pussy milking him dry.

Sweat pours from his body, making mine glisten. It takes Mateo a minute to get off me, and it takes me even longer to realize the belt is off my hands, and he is rubbing them down. I’m starting to get some feeling back in them, watching his cum and my squirt juices drip out from my pussy onto the floor.

When I look at Mateo, he eyes me with smug satisfaction.

“Now, get dressed, get your gun and go back home.” He stands, his perfectly shaped bum and muscular thighs on display. Mateo has never missed a day in the gym. How do I know that?

I stalk him sometimes. And get punished for that, of course.

“And the next time I find you doing something like this again, you won’t like it.”

“I’m sure I will. What’s the worst you can do?”

He pulls up his pants and fixes his belt. Mateo’s honey-gold gaze sparks with a challenge.

“Go against Dad’s instructions again and you’ll see.”

I only smirk, already thinking up a way to “accidentally” bump into my brother.

One thing about me: I can never say no to a challenge.

#2: Baiting My Brother With My Bestfriend

SUBTITLE: A Family Blood Incest Erotica Story with BDSM (choking, restrained-cuffs, paddle, whip), FF, FFM, bi-sexual, rimming. Story is set in the mafia/mob world setting (gore).

WORD COUNT: 5500 words

BLURB

Blaire ignored Mateo's warning and did his job for him again. And this time, she brought her nerdy-but-nympho bestie, Mona with her. Mona is Blaire's twin flame, her ride-or-die, she'd do anything for her. Double trouble! Today is meant to be Blaire's bachelorette party, but fuck that! She was craving something more... feral. And Mateo is just the right person to turn this night around.

“I swear you are a glutton for punishment, Blaire,” Mona says beside me, swiping her hands down her very short dress as she stares at the house in front of us.

I turn to her. “Are you somehow reading my mind?” I giggle. “I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

Her wriggling has made her dress ride up higher, and in the glint of the moon, her red lace panties shine through.

“This isn’t funny, Blaire. You told me what happened last time Mateo caught you doing his job. Besides, we should be on our way to your bachelorette party.” She turns those doe-eyed, crystal blue eyes at me. “Let’s just go.”

Her lower lip trembles. I catch it between my diamond-shaped, freshly made acrylics, the blood red nearly matching the blush across her cheeks and neck.

“Don’t you want to see what he’ll do to us if he catches us?” I ask my best friend and sometimes lover. Mona and I met in junior high and connected the second we said hi. It was damn near spiritual how our friendship blossomed, and eventually, she was the first woman I tasted. She knows me through and through, knows all my secrets; most important, that I fuck my brother.

I tuck a loose strawberry curl behind her ear, staring at her lips. “Don’t you want to feel him again?”

Mona gasps, her soft pink-tinted lips opening slightly. Her legs part, showing me more of her underwear.

“You know I do. But…” Her eyes blow out wide. “Won’t he be mad?”

“Oh, he will be. I’m counting on it,” I pull in for a quick taste of my best friend. But the moment our lips connect, the fire that was stoking turns into an inferno.

A few months back, I’d watched Mona and Mateo fuck like wild rabbits after we’d bumped into him at the club. My shy, nerdy best friend, who’d rather devour chemistry books and spend all day in the lab than socialize, took his dick like the horny little slut I knew she was. Seeing her small ass squat-bouncing on his dick, tits bobbing, hands on her knees, had been the highlight of my evening. I’d even seen Mateo nearly tap out. Mona is a tiny little thing with a pussy that can take a hefty pounding and then some. Believe me, I’d know. We’d had to buy a 13-incher strap-on just last week that was nearly 4cm wide, specially made.

My chemistry major best friend whimpers into my mouth, her hand trailing into my hair. She opens her mouth for me, swiping into it. Our tongues tussle for a while, giving and taking. I nip at her lower lip, pulling the flesh and releasing with a pop.

“Let me make this happen. I want to see you with him. See that pussy gaping wide from his fucking. Us, all of us, together,” I whisper into her mouth, foreheads touching. I draw in a deep waft of her scent, her pussy essence underneath the sweet yet musky Channel no. 5 perfume.

“Okay…” she finally says. “The things I do for you.”

I kiss her quick, energy surging through me. “You love me for it. Come on quick before he gets here.”

I pull out my gun, check it’s loaded, and open the door. My Stuart Weitzman 6-inch spiked heels in red land on the gravel. Getting out of the low Lambo is a hustle, but I manage. The slight chill in the air caresses my bare pussy while I place the other foot outside.

Fuck I’m wet.

There’s no denying how eager I am for this to happen.

I remember Mateo’s warning from last time. That coupled with having Mona with me… Now that I'm about to interfere with his job again, I’m giddy to find out just what exactly Mateo will do. My usual source had told me that my father, Jose Ayala, had sent Mateo to collect 1 million dollars from this house. It was dues from across the city that would be donated to the next Mayor’s campaign. After it has been laundered, that is. I had the password for the handover, and my father’s people knew me already, so this would be easy.

I walk towards Mona’s side of the car and hold her sweet hand, my trusted gun on the other hand. “Relax, babe. In and out.” Her curls flow around her from the breeze. Her deer-in-headlights look softens a bit. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you.”

And I meant it. Mona’s family were white-collar, suburban socialites who never ventured into the city's seedy underbelly. The fact that we became friends and remained so through the years still fascinates me.

I do a quick scan around us. It’s quiet out. Everyone’s asleep. It’s one of those catalog gated neighborhoods where all the houses were built in the same way, picket fences and all.

We walk towards the house. Three taps and a kick to the door as a signal. Wait five breaths then knock two times and two kicks.

The door opens and a slender middle-aged woman stares back at us, a gun in one hand, a briefcase in the other, a smoke dangling from her lips. Her stern face softens real quick in recognition. “Oh, it’s you. I was expecting Ma-”

“He’s held up. I’ll be taking that.” I gesture to the briefcase. “Do we have a problem?”

“Oh no, no, sorry…” she practically stumbles over herself. She eyes Mona curiously but says nothing. “Next month’s collection will be on time.”

I let go of Mona’s hand and take the briefcase from her, feeling the familiar weight of 1 million dollars. I’ve done enough of these pick-ups to know how much the weight felt like.

“Of course it will. Let’s go babe.”

I head back to the car, hips swaying, head on a swivel. I unlock the car, deposit the briefcase in the trunk at the front, and settle into the driver’s side.

“Wow…that was just, wow. She didn’t even ask who you were,” Mona’s sweet little voice fills my ear.

“Didn’t need to. Being the daughter of a mafia boss has its perks.”

“Yeah…” her voice is low and rumbly, and I turn to see her tongue licking her lower lip. “And hot. All that power and respect.”

“Marrying Jenson will fuck things up for me. But I won’t let it.” Her hands trace along my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’ll run circles around him.” When her hands get to my chest, she moves lower across the cleavage, molding her hand around my C-cups.

“Don’t get me started just yet, babe. You know what, I’ve got an idea. Get on your knees, ass facing me.”

“Why?” Mona asks while doing it anyway. I pull her dress up, smack her ass twice. A pink flush forms immediately.

“Giving Mateo a reason to be both mad and horny as hell. Arch that back for me, sweetie.”

A deep throb pulls at my clit when her small ass rounds out in front of me. Her thong settles neatly on her puckered asshole, that has an anal plug in it.

“Fuck, Mona. An anal plug… Girl, you are full of surprises.”

“I always like to be prepared,” she sasses and I smack both cheeks again. Her moans rile me up even more.

“Open that ass for me, babe,” I ask while pulling out my phone. “Let’s show Mateo how much you want him.”

She places both hands on either side of the cheeks. I click on the video feature. I watch with hunger as a string of her juices drips on her thigh, her pussy lips separating apart.

I have to have a taste.

I put the phone on selfie mode and smile smugly at the phone. “We got the money from today’s job. Meet us at HQ, on Laden Street. Remember your threat from last time?” I let the words hang in the air while I ran a long swipe of my tongue from Mona’s juicy cunt to her anal plug, wriggling it a bit with my mouth. Mona whimpers, shaking her ass on my face. I move back down and slurp at her clothed pussy, suctioning her pussy juices into my mouth.

I turn back to the camera and lay my head on her ass. My lipstick is smeared. My tongue traces the lines of my lips where Mona’s juices are making them shine.

“Come get us.” I challenge then close out the video and send it to Mateo.

“Fuck, I’m horny,” Mona cries as she sits down. Her eyes shine with a deep hunger that I know is simmering below the surface. I pull her into a kiss then lock eyes with her. Her chest draws in heavy breaths like a panther in wait.

“Let’s get you fed, shall we? But in the meantime…” I find the bag and pull out a dildo I had grabbed off our collection when I had gone to get Mona. I thought a couple of things in there would be useful for today. I place the bag back behind and give the dildo a few deep pumps in my mouth, eyes locked onto Mona. I push the 9-inch dildo far into my mouth so that only the control knob is left outside.

Meanwhile, Mona pushes forward in her chair, pulls her legs up on either side and pushes them to the side. Her dress is around her waist now, and her red lacy thong is on full display. The lace is already to the side from my earlier teasing video. Her pussy lips glisten under the night sky.

She watches my throat bob from the self-throat fuck.

“Jesus, Blaire… I hope Jenson wouldn’t mind me in his bed a couple of times.”

I pull it out and pat it on her pussy. “Fuck what he minds. You better come runnin’ when I call.” We share a sweet smile, loaded with meaning. Mona is my ride or die; I’m sure even when we are grannies, we’ll find a way to keep fucking.

Loud wet sounds vibrate in the air as flesh meets dildo. Mona moves her hips forward until she’s nearly off the chair, but her legs are still up. There’s enough room to find her hole and enter her.

Wet and ready, her pussy grips hold of the dildo. A low groan emits from her sweet lips as I push it in all the way. Her head hits the backrest. “Oh fuck!”

“Get that pussy ready for me and Mateo.” I pull out the dildo nearly all the way and push back in. The ecstasy on Mona’s face nearly makes me want to pull her out of the car and fuck her on my Lambo. And I would have-if my phone hadn’t lit up with a message from Mateo.

Hook, line, and fucking sinker!

Mona takes the dildo from me and fucks herself slow and deep, her hips meeting the object. It’s hard to tear my eyes off her while I read the text.

I’m here. I warned you. Bring the money. And that pretty little Mona with you. You will both be punished.

I smile. This is what I wanted. A buzz from the dildo interrupts my joy.

“Don’t cum yet, babe. Mateo is waiting for us.”

“O-okay…” Mona mewls. The dildo turns to its lowest setting. My best friend is such a nympho slut like me.

Twenty minutes later, I pull into Laden Street, nearly dizzy with need. Mona’s mewls and moans had done me in. I’d all but humped the leather chair to get some friction going. Her pussy had squelched all over my seat, legs shaking from the effort not to cum. Her dress is folded up under her arms, her gorgeous tits and fit body out on display.

On a number of stop lights, I’d reached over and rubbed her clit, scooping up some of that love juice and having a taste. Fuck, she’s so sweet. I'd twisted her clit ring to her growls-we’d both gotten them at the same time. The jewel's design fit together like a puzzle piece, so whenever we are tribbing, we lock them together and ride each other until we can't feel our legs.

I’m too dazed to see Mateo and another one of his lieutenants waiting for us outside. The headlights cast shadows behind them. Mateo’s thick arms bulge out of his white, crisp shirt, all three top buttons open. A gold chain dangles between his pecs. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, hard stare at me. When I slow, he indicates to the trunk. I put the car on neutral and pop it open.

Mona mewls next to me. “Blaire, I can’t…wait. I need to cum. Pahleease.”

“Not yet, Hunny.” Mateo flexes his arms as he walks to the passenger side. The trunk closes with a thud, and the man walks back into the warehouse. Mateo pulls the door open; it slides out and then up.

“Well, well…what do we have here?” He squats down to Mona’s eye level. “Is this for me?”

His dark eyes trail all over Mona, from her swollen lips, heaving chest, and abs with a trail of sweat down to her flushed, glistening pussy. The dildo is vibrating at the lowest level, a soft purr. Mona has been pushing it in and out, long strokes. Her other hand tweaks her nipple.

Mateo extends his hand to catch her lower lip as she bites down on it again. “Where has Blaire been hiding you, hmmm?”

I could cum from just looking at them like this. I rub my full tits as I say, “I did your job for you, you’re welcome.”

Mateo laughs, his hand now moving down Mona’s body, a teasing whisper of a touch. Mona throws her head back, toes curling. “Yet again, going against Dad’s rules. What will I do with you?” His massive fingers reach Mona’s pussy, and he presses her clit.

“Oh God, fuck…please! Can I cum? Please…” Mona cries out, eyes closed.

I reach over, move close to Mateo’s face, and say, “Do your worst.” I push the dildo into Mona and, at the same time, turn up the dildo to full vibration. The soft purr turns into a loud roar. Mateo faces me full-on, jaw ticking. The man looks as if he models for a living, not a hardened criminal. His honey-gold eyes reflect the only street lamp close to us.

I smile smugly and whisper into Mona’s ears, eyes still connected to Mateo. “Cum for me, babe.”

Mona’s shoulders slump, her body releasing. A guttural groan rips out from deep in her body. Her pussy pulses, and it takes some effort to keep the dildo inside. Her muscles move rapidly, more liquid pooling on the doormat of my car.

“What a fucking slut!” Mateo growls, turning away and taking in the beauty beside us. Mona bucks in the seat, her face contorted in bliss. Some of her curls have stuck to her face from the effort of not cumming until I allowed her to.

“That’s it. Let it all out for me…” I pull out the dildo slowly, her pussy a vice, refusing to let go. When the head is at the entrance, her walls follow the object, grip tight, then release it unwillingly. Mona’s body sags with relief, but from the look in her eyes, I can tell another orgasm is coming on.

Good, she’s about to have more of those tonight.

Slick with her juices, dripping down between us, I bring the dildo to my mouth, taking my time from root to tip, then pushing it all the way into my throat. Mateo watches my every move. I notice Mateo’s full hand tapping Mona’s pussy, a wet clapping sound as if congratulating her for a job well done.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes…” Mona’s hips rise from the seat, opening her legs wider for Mateo. “Fuck, let me cum again…”