Donna Maria sat in her chair as her husband, Carlo, stood behind her. She watched as a nervous young man of twenty-one stood in front of a nubile young woman of nineteen as she slowly stripped. The girl was sexy, and she knew it. She was Donna Maria’s go-to girl for breaking in the young men. She was handsomely paid and got alone time with the Donna herself.
Bruno Andretta was just twenty-one years old. He had helped his father, a capo for the Carluciano, for many years. On his father’s deathbed, he made a promise that his son would join the family. At sixteen, Bruno started working for the family as a runner and then a messenger. Now, just after his twenty-first birthday, he was going through a ritual to join the family’s ranks proper. He would be a made man, but first, he would have to perform.
It was a standard procedure since Donna Maria took over the family. Everyone knew she was overly sexual and would rule her family like a sultry mistress, making the men and women who worked for her do sexual favors for her or for one another to meet her sexual whims.
“Bruno, get undressed, let’s see what you’re working with.”
Bruno blushed and slowly undressed. The young woman in front of him, already naked, sat looking up with bated breath. As he pulled down the last piece of clothing, his briefs, Donna Maria gave a low whistle. He was blessed; his young, hard, eight-inch cock stood reaching for the sky.
“Serafina, suck his beautiful cock.”
The young woman didn’t need to be told twice. She sat on her knees and reached up, holding the base of the impressive young man, wrapping her lips around the engorged tip. Bruno grunted loudly making the young woman laugh as she started to work his shaft. One hand caressed his full balls as the other expertly worked his shaft.
There was an audience in the room, Donna Maria, Carlo, and two bodyguards at the door trying to shield their growing hard-ons. Maria sat with her legs slightly open, the heat rising from her crotch. Carlo slid his over his wife’s neck, a show of affection he usually gave her. His hand slid down her neck and into her lingerie, cupping one of her soft breasts.
“Bruno, eat her pussy out.”
Serafina pulled away and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs revealing her already most, glistening pussy. Bruno lay flat on his belly, in front of the young woman and buried his head between her legs.
Bruno noisily ate her out, holding onto her thighs. Everyone in the room was silent, watching with anticipation and lust. Bruno was obviously doing a good job and Sarafina started to moan loudly.
“Bruno, make love to her. Go slow and make her feel your every inch.”
Bruno blushed as he moved on top of the young woman, penetrating her. He slid his cock inside her tight hole, making her eyes roll back in her head. She let out a low moan as he pushed his cock all the way in. he slipped his arms underneath her, holding her close. In turn, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight.
“That’s it, lovers, kiss each other. You are not fucking; you are making love.”
Their lips met, kissing each other passionately as if they were the only ones in the room. Bruno’s hips moved slowly but with purpose. He knew he had to perform, not only to impress the young woman he was making love to, but also to his benefactor. His future life depended on it.
“How’s about you roll over? Sarafina, ride him hard.”
The lovers rolled over and Sarafina sat up on Bruno’s lap. She was already in the throes of ecstasy as she started to grind hard on him. Her moans got more shortened, as her eyes rolled back once more.
With an uncharacteristic burst of energy, Bruno pulled Sarafina close and started to slam his cock into her pussy hard from beneath. It seemed to do the trick, Sarafina’s body started to shake as her orgasm rippled through her body.
Donna Maria’s hand had slipped between her legs and was rubbing her pussy over her lingerie. Maria was a true voyeur and loved watching. Her husband ever the doting man had his cock out and was gently stroking as he still caressed his wife’s soft breast.
The room was filled with moans as yet another orgasm rippled through Sarafina. Bruno pulled her close, kissing her passionately, he was close, and everyone in the room could see it.
“Bruno, don’t hold back, shoot that load into Sarafina’s pussy. I’m sure she’d like that too.”
Sarafina gave a weak nod, whimpering into his ear. The young lovers held each other close as Bruno gently bit on Sarafina’s neck. He moaned loudly as Sarafina started to shake once more. He could not hold back anymore. With another grunt and a groan, he flooded her pussy with his spunk.
They both lay there shaking with their post-orgasm, kissing slowly. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their fluids mixing like old lovers.
“Okay everyone, the show’s over. Leave the room, and let the lovers come down from their lovemaking. You two, when you have finished making out, go have a shower and clean up. I have plans for you both, then you will both be rewarded.”
oO0Oo
Two black sedans screeched into a parking lot, and all hell seemed to break loose. Five men jumped out of each car, all holding submachine guns. They start to shoot up the front façade of the nightclub, making men run out in panic.
Young Bruno winged one in the shoulder as Carlo at his side shot another. Carlo was already a bit too old to go out on raids, but he had insisted and contrary to Donna Maria’s better judgment she had let him.
The ten men entered the nightclub, smashing and breaking things on the way. The neon lights scattered the floor, and the lights were shot up. They found resistance but not too much. There were two fatalities and two injuries, overall, a successful raid.
As they left, they burned the building to the ground, a huge loss for a rival family.
oO0Oo
“Do you, Bruno, swear Omerta? To work with honour for your Donna and the Familia?”
“Yes.”
“Hold out your right hand over this picture of St Francis of Assisi.”
Bruno did as he was told and the man officiating took a needle and pricked his index finger. A small drop of blood dripped onto the small picture of the saint. The man then set the picture alight, and they watched it burn to cinders.
There were congratulations all around as Bruno made his way forward and got to his knees in front of Donna Maria. She held out her hand to him and he kissed it lightly.
They all gathered around, and her Consiglieri cleared his throat.
“Donna Maria, something important I have to tell you. Carlo led the raid and got a bit too hasty, he was shot three times, I’m afraid he didn’t make it.”
Maria screamed and fell to her knees. Her face was angry and red, a rare sign of vulnerability.
“Someone is going to pay.”
To Be Continued…
