Making Good on a Loan (Open for one female, please PM)

Thomas Mancini had also woken early that morning, but for him it was primarily to get business out of the way for the day so that he could enjoy the rest of the day without much interruption. Just about the time Cheryl had finally exhausted herself with the shower head, he was dialing her number, looking at a man who had come to him asking for justice in a matter involving a man from a rival family. It was his last bit of business for the day, and he wanted his fucktoy to be ready when he came to pick her up.

When she finally picked up the phone, he told her in a mockingly perturbed voice, "Well hello there, Cheryl. I hope you had a good night's sleep." The sound of his voice matched the malicious grin on his lips as he spoke, his hazel eyes sparkling dangerously as he eyed the old shopowner that was waiting on word from him. "Did you dream of me, fucktoy?" he asked her teasingly, giving a soft chuckle as the mobster doubted seriously she would admit to it if she had done so.
 
"OOOOOooooooooh yeeeeeeeessssssss!" ;Cheryl screamed as she came for the fifth time. She had just come down when she heard her cell phone ringing.

She turned off the shower,and threw a towel around her, running into the bedroom.

"Hello" she answered, although she knew instantly who it was.

"Well hello there, Cheryl. I hope you had a good night's sleep." Her heart beat faster at the sound of his voice. She was determined to put him into his place. "Who is this?" she asked, pretending that she didn't know him.

"Did you dream of me, fucktoy?"

Her cunt clenched in excitement, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Who is it? Who are you? What do you want?" Even as she spoke the breathless quality of her voice was clear, even to her.
 
She was trying to make it seem like she didn't know who it was, but from the breathless sound of her voice, he could have sworn that she had been pleasuring herself just before answering the phone. Laughing softly at her attempt, Mancini went on, "You know who this is, Cheryl. In fact, I would be willing to bet a grand that your pussy started to get wet as soon as you heard my voice." From the way she had reacted the previous evening, he had been the first man to ever make her cum during sex, and it had definitely had a strong effect on an already strong ego.

"In any case, I am calling because I am nearly done with my business for the day, and will be there to pick you up in about an hour," Thomas told her, "Be ready, wearing the skimpiest dress you have." He was talking as if he fully expected her to do as he said, without hesitation. At least, that was what his tone implied.
 
"You know who this is, Cheryl. In fact, I would be willing to bet a grand that your pussy started to get wet as soon as you heard my voice."

Goddamn it!! The arrogance of the man!! He was insufferable!! And worst of all, he was dead on the money. She was dripping, throbbing with excitement at the thought of seeing him again. Would it be as exciting without her husband watching??? She was shocked by the thought!! What was hapkpening to her??

"In any case, I am calling because I am nearly done with my business for the day, and will be there to pick you up in about an hour - Be ready, wearing the skimpiest dress you have."

She ended the call, and thought about going into the shower again, to take care of her sudden needs, but she had only an hour to ready herself. She flung open the wardrobe and searched her clothing, most of which ranged from conservative to very conservative.

In the finish she settled on a fitted black suit. Conservative in every respect, except it was a little tight fitting across her ass - hence she wore it only once.

Also, while the skirt was knee length, it got decidely shorter when she sat, exposing a considerable amout of thigh. The jacket, she slipped on and did up,and checked out her reflection. If one was daring , it could be worn with nothing whatsoever underneath, but she was not that daring, and slipped a rather frumpy blouse on beneath the suite. To sex the whole thing up, she pulled on some thigh highs, and added stilletto's, before she finished her make up and waited for him to arrive.
 
After he hung up with her, the cocky grin still on his lips, Thomas turned back to the older man who was waiting on him. After speaking with him for a few minutes, Mancini told a couple of his men to handle the outsider responsible for the shopkeeper's woes. With that finished, he stood up and made his way out to the car, telling the driver to return to the Perkins household.

Along the way, all he could think about was how exquisite Cheryl had felt the previous evening, and how much he looked forward to feeling her again. He was impatient, and the drive seemed that much longer for it. When they finally arrived, he began to open the door before the engine was even shut off. Approaching the door, he rang the doorbell as the two thugs guarding him, different ones from the ones that were with him the day before, caught up and flanked him.

When she finally opened the door, Mancini grinned wickedly, taking in the sight of her. A bit disappointed in her attire, he asked her, "This was really the skimpiest thing you had? I may have to find time to take you shopping." Surprisingly, he did not attempt to walk inside, instead motioning for her to follow him back out to the car. As they got close to the vehicle, one of the thugs grinned at her lewdly, and opened one of the rear doors for her to climb inside the small limo.
 
"This was really the skimpiest thing you had? I may have to find time to take you shopping."

Suddenly she felt frumpy, and was sorry that she had opted for the blouse under the jacket. She grabbed her purse and followed him out to the limo, taking a seat in the back, and pointedly ignoring the leering goon!

She settled into the back of the limo, and suddenly felt the need for a drink. Seeing the cabinet, she begged a drink, asking for a tall brandy, which she drank neat, and in one gulp.

Feeling the buzz spread through her, she sat back and smiled, admiring the fine physique of her very own mobster.
 
Hearing her request for a brandy, Mancini nodded toward one of the thugs, who fixed the drink for her and handed it to her. Seeing her down it so quickly, Thomas grinned and moved closer to her in the seat while the car began to move. "That's it, Cheryl, enjoy yourself. Just because your husband made a mistake doesn't mean you can't have fun with paying me back," he told her, the hand furthest from her moving to rest on the inside of her thigh, just below her skirt.

"I know your husband has a long day ahead of him," Mancini told her, his face drawing closer to hers, "So I figured I would take you out, keep you company today. I didn't think you'd mind after last night." The grin on his lips was insufferable, but there seemed to be no shaking his confidence. Before long, the limo was out of her neighborhood, and making its way into a largely Italian-American neighborhood. His hand was creeping up the inside of her thigh by this point, fingers caressing her skin boldly.
 
She was well aware of what he was doing, but she made no effort to stop him, or to deter him in any way. She told herself that she was helpless, utterly powerless to defend herself agaisnt him, but the truth was that a part of her, a not insignificant part, wanted him, in the worst way.

No way would it be as good as last night, no way!! That was a fluke caused by the unexpected circumstances, surely, she had to believe that. If that was not the case, then there was a portion of Cherly that was pure unadulerated whore.

She was buzzed from the whiskey, and she made no attempt to press her legs together, instead, she allowed them to fall slightly apart.
 
He could sense her lack of resistance, feeling her legs shift slightly to allow him better access between them. "So quiet," Mancini taunted her, the smile on his lips both tempting and teasing as his fingers continued their trek under her skirt, finally brushing against her pussylips, feeling just how wet she was, "But if I didn't know any better, I would think you had gotten started without me, fucktoy." As he spoke, his lips grew closer to her ear, and finally he nipped rather sharply at her earlobe.

Just then, he suddenly pushed a finger inside her, marveling at the resistance he felt even after the fucking he had given her the previous evening. "This isn't going to be like last night, not exactly. I plan on taking my time today." As he was speaking heatedly into her ear, his finger was moving in and out of her, probing her wet, hot little cunt. The entire time, the two thugs, who were sitting opposite them, looked on, clearly enjoying the show that she was putting on with their boss.
 
"But if I didn't know any better, I would think you had gotten started without me, fucktoy."

Cherly blushed at his words. He didn't know the half of it. Not just started, but finished, over and over and over again!!!!

She was feeling mellow, but he was making her hot, and despite the goons, or perhaps even becuase of them, she spread her legs a little futher, enjoying his touch, his fingers probing her, her pussy and cunt dripping in her juices, and wet squelchy sounds filled the air, as he played with her.

Unbeknownst to herself, she began to lift her hips a little, raising them up in counter point to his fingers, her legs opening even more, and moaning.

She was as horny as she could ever recall being , and she wanted him, she needed him, so she spread for him, uncaring that the two goons were sporting mammoth sized errections!!
 
Seeing the red in her cheeks, Mancini knew that he had guessed correctly, no matter how tightly her cunt was gripping at his finger. When she spread her legs wide, giving the two thugs with him a gorgeous view of her dripping sex being fingered, he added another finger. It stretched her wider, making her even more ready as she moved her hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. "That's it, Cheryl, show us what a hot little piece of ass you are," Thomas urged her on.

As he spoke, his free hand was working at the buttons of her jacket, working to get them open. Licking his lips as he watched her eyes, his hazel orbs glittering darkly. "You've been too quiet, fucktoy," he told her, plunging his fingers deeper into her, his voice becoming a lustful growl, "Tell me what it is you need. I can tell you need something...you're dripping for it. Your cunt it burning up." Moving his lips to hers, his teeth caught her bottom lip, stretching it for a moment before letting it go, leaving it throbbing.
 
"That's it, Cheryl, show us what a hot little piece of ass you are," She blushed furiously at his words, bristled at them too, but she didnt close her legs as she knew she ought to . She lifted her hips,enjoying the wonderful feel of his fingers pumping her, stroking her.

"You've been too quiet, fucktoy," Her pussy gushed at that word. For him to even think it, let alone say it,and aloud too, before his men!

"Tell me what it is you need. I can tell you need something...you're dripping for it. Your cunt it burning up."

Jesus!! His crude expressions and language ought to have shocked and repulsed her, but they did not! They ignited her. A nasty, dirty little part of her, which she had not even known was there revelled in this, and she pulsed with need, with desire.

Her skirt was up above her hips now, her panties around her ankles, and her knees were open, and all in the car could not only hear her wet cunt sucking his fingers, they could see it too.

"I...... I need to be f....... to be filled" she managed, unable to use the crude words which best expressed exactly what she wanted and needed. To encourage him further, she began to moan as he finger fucked her, knowing that she was about to cum!!
 
"Filled? I guess that is one way of putting it, isn't it? That was something that your husband certainly couldn't do...fill you," he laughed, seeing that she was close to orgasm. He continued to push into her hard, now trying to force her over the edge. His fingers plunged into her lewdly, showing the two thugs across from them just how wet she was, the sucking noises her pussy was making around his digits making his cock throb inside his pants.

Her jacket finally open, Thomas began to work at the buttons of her blouse, popping them off rather than unbuttoning it. This was a garment he never wanted to see on her again, and it showed in the way he removed it from her. It was not long at all before her lacy bra was exposed to the sight of the men in the back of the limo, the mob boss' fingers still pumping into her over and over again. "That's better," he spoke his words heatedly into her ear, "You hide this body far too much, Cheryl, when you should be flaunting it." After saying it, he lowered his head, and bit at her nipple through the fabric of her bra, moaning against her chest.
 
Cheryl didn't want to admit it, not even to herself, but the very lewd display the mobster was making of her, for the viewing pleasure of the two goons, was turning her on to a massive degree, in a way she couldnt understand.

Loud slurping noises filled the back of the car, as her pussy clutched and grasped at his intruding fingers.

She was getting very near, very, very near!! He pushed her thighs wide, her skirt now above her hips, and then he ripped her blouse open, showing her lacy bra to the goons, as he bit her nipple through her bra.

"Oh god! yes! fuck that is good! so good!" she cried, as she began to buck on him, thrusting her body against his fingers, spreading her thighs impossibly wide, and pressing her nipple into his face. The bra was in the way, it was spoiling it. "get it off, get my bra off!" she moaned, "I want your mouth on my bare nipple!!"
 
Hearing her forget her inhibitions made Thomas grin, and he happily reached behind her with his free hand to unhook the bra that seemed to be maddening her so. Pulling it off, he tossed it to the floor of the car, and returned his teeth to her nipple, this time pulling hungrily at the bare nub. His fingers paused then, only so that a third could be added to them, stretching her still further right before the eyes of the goons, whose massive erections were quite clear in their own right. Still, they knew better than to reveal them without the invitation of their boss, who was still fully clothed.

Mancini's teeth and tongue played her nipple like a fine instrument, pulling and licking at it in time with the thrusts of his fingers into her cunt. He intended to take his time with her that day, and it would start with her screaming for him before he ever took his cock out for her. His fingers pushed into her with increasing roughness, meeting her wildly bucking hips. Finally, he lifted his mouth from her nipple, leaving it wet and throbbing wildly, and whispered against her lips, "That's a good little whore. Don't hold back!" His hazel eyes were locked with hers as he gave the order, sparkling with enjoyment at her plight.
 
Cheryl could not contain her cry of pleasure as Mancini's mouth desended on her bare nipple, sucking hard. It felt so good,and she moaned.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm God that 's good! So fucking good!" If she had been less turned on, and more in her normal frame of mind, she would have been shocked at her bad language, and utterly shocked at her lewd behaviour, but at that moment, the only thing that crossed her mind was getting off!!

She writhed on his fingers, and moaned "yeeeeesssssss!" as he forced a third finger into her pussy. She was actively bouncing on him now, fucking herself on his thick fingers, her tits bouncing madly, hypnotising the two goons.

Her tits, as big as they were needed support, and she brought up her hands, at first simply supporting them as she fucked herself on Mancini's wonderful fingers, and then she began to pinch and roll her nipples, moaning with joy as she did.

"That's a good little whore. Don't hold back!"

His words, his voice tipped her right to the brink, that point at which she was utterly mindless. She could have been in the centre of a room of people at that point, but she would not have cared, only her impending orgasm was of interest.

As he flicked her clit, she tipped over the edge, screaming "fuck! fuck me! fuck me! fuck that pussy!!" as she bore down on his fingers, taking them as deep as she could!
 
Mancini was hypnotized, too, the sight of Cheryl's orgasm causing heat to build within him faster than anything he had ever seen. He was not sure how he managed to keep from tearing his own clothes off and fucking her after that, but he held on to his self control. Still, he stared at her heatedly, not caring for the moment that the car had come to a stop and turned off. As her cunt squeezed his fingers, he knew he would need to use her, and soon. He held them deep inside her until she finally came down, only then pulling them out and bringing them to his lips to lick them clean.

Once he had done so, he helped her sit forward to remove her jacket entirely so that the blouse could be removed. Helping her back into the blouse, he told her, "There, that is a bit better without that blouse in the way. Forget the panties, but you might want to button up that jacket. We need to get inside." A look out the window showed that they were deep in Little Italy, in the parking lot of a small restaurant named Big Tony's. Seeing the logo reminded her of the time when her husband's campaign had gotten so tight, monetarily, and she had seen some receipts with the same logo on them in her husband's pockets. The two goons were watching her intently, enjoying the sight of her bare breasts and wet cunt for as long as they could before she covered them again.
 
She had cum so hard, grinding her wet pussy hard against his hand, and when it subsided, still in that mellow post orgasmic bliss, she abnsent mindedly licked and sucked his fingers, until they were totally cleaned of her juices. She sat there, sucking on his index and middle finger, running her tongue over it.

Finally, he removed his hand, and took off the remains of her blouse, before helping her back into her jacket. For a moment she jsut sat there smiling, and then suddenly, she began to realise where she was, and more importantly, how lewdly she was displayed!!

She hurriedly closed her legs, and wriggled her skirt back down, now acutely aware of her panties thrown on the floor of the car. She buttoned her jacket, the button just below her breasts. She was showing an inordinate amout of clevage!!

They exited the car, and she tried to surripticiously kick her panties and bra under the seat, so they would not serve as a reminder of her whorish behaviour when they returned.

She took Mancini's arm, and walked carefully into the restaurant, very conscious of the one button preventing her generous tits from spilling out. They entered and sat in a booth toward the back, and the airconditioning sent an icy draught up her skirt, contrasting with her hot, wet cunt, and she quickly crossed her legs, making the hem of the skirt rise a little on her thigh.
 
As they walked into the restaurant, everyone's eyes were drawn to the woman on Thomas Mancini's arm. At a quick glance, she was dressed conservatively...at least until one noticed the amount of cleavage she had exposed. The hostess, a pretty girl who barely looked to be twenty, greeted them, a somewhat envious look in her eyes when she saw Cheryl, "Good day, Mr. Mancini. Your usual booth?" When he nodded, the girl led them toward the back, to a booth that was far from any prying eyes. "Julia will be your waitress today," she informed them as they sat, Thomas climbing into the seat next to Cheryl.

"I hope you worked up an appetite, fucktoy," he whispered into her ear as the two goons sat at a nearby table, leaving them somewhat alone. Just as he nipped at her earlobe, though, the waitress came along, a young woman with jet black hair and dark eyes, with almost as much creamy cleavage exposed as Cheryl had, herself. She took their drink orders quickly, giving the politician's wife a knowing smile, then disappeared again. Once more, his lips moved to her ear when they were alone, and warned her, "I am just getting started with you, Cheryl. By the end of the day, you might just forget about your husband altogether."
 
Now that she was post orgasmic, Cheryl had reverted to being really selfconscious.

She was relieved, at first when she and Mancini were seated alone, but then it occured to her, that perhaps had the goons sat with them, she might have been shielded from view a little

"I hope you worked up an appetite, fucktoy,"

Her eyes darted around as she turned scarlet, and she wondered if anyone else had heard, but she thought they were safe. His calling her his fucktoy was making her wet, and she could feel her body react.

"I am just getting started with you, Cheryl. By the end of the day, you might just forget about your husband altogether."

Christ! she was forgetting about Greg already!! She was focussed solely on the gangster, reacting to one comment after another, and trying to stem that reaction!!

She kept checking her jacket, terrified that she might spill out.

"What do you want with me, Mancini?" she hissed. "Tell me, and just put me out of my misery! I dont want you! I dont care what you think, I dont desire you in the least!" Her outburst was a little out of the blue, and she was trying to persuade herself as much as him, and she blushed to the roots of her hair in the silence that followed her statement.
 
Thomas Mancini did remain quiet for a moment after her outburst, but the grin on his lips showed that she had neither angered him nor scared him. Instead, it had clearly amused him. "I have what I want," he finally spoke, staring heatedly into her eyes, "I have you as my personal fucktoy, and a hotter one I couldn't ask for. As for whether or not you want me, should I believe your mouth, or your cunt? Because they are telling vastly different stories, Cheryl." He could tell that she was trying to convince herself as much as, if not more than, she was trying to convince him. Let her feign reluctance; he had felt and seen the slut that lurked beneath the surface of the beautiful woman in the booth with him, and he would make her realize it before all was said and done.

For now, though, he needed relief. Their drink orders placed, he took her by the arm, tugging her up out of the booth. "Come with me," Thomas ordered her, his eyes full of lust as he watched her move. Once she was on her feet, he took her to the very back of the restaurant, not far from their booth, and pushed her into the men's restroom. Soon, she found herself pushed against the marble counter, the mobster's strong hand reaching around her to undo the button holding her tits back with a deft motion, once more revealing her gorgeous tits, though this time he was the only audience. At least, for the moment...anyone could walk through the door into that bathroom at any time.
 
"I have what I want," he finally spoke, staring heatedly into her eyes, "I have you as my personal fucktoy, and a hotter one I couldn't ask for. As for whether or not you want me, should I believe your mouth, or your cunt? Because they are telling vastly different stories

She wanted to revolt, to deny what he siad, but her flushed crimson as she recalled her lewd behaviour in the car! She had not been drugged, that had been 100% Cheryl!! His calling her a fucktoy was not having the infuriating effect she thought it should have, oddly it made her pulse with desire. And his vulgar reference to her aroused..... womanhood, well she normally hated that word! Normally she would gasp with shock if anyone uttered it, but the way he used it, just made her pulse with desire. She could not understand it!

When he stood, and took her by the hand she wondered where they were going, she did not have to wonder for long, as he pulled her into the men's room, and lifted her onto the counter!

She was shocked! Horrified! Totally taken aback, but she did not protest, though she was sure any protest would be pointless!! She felt her jacked poped open, her tits spilling out, and her skirt up round her hips again, as he pressed beteen her knees, and she found herself, arching her back, pressing into him.
 
Once her tits were bared, and he had pulled up her skirt, she would hear his zipper as he moved to unfasten his pants and push them down enough to free his engorged cock. Grinning at her in the mirror in front of them, he guided his shaft between her thighs, then, his need for her much more urgent than it had been the previous night. With a hard thrust, he entered her, grunting heatedly into her ear, followed by a second push of his hips that slammed the head of his cock against the opening of her womb.

Buried fully inside her, his hands moved to her hips, gripping them tight as he began to fuck into her hard, watching in the mirror as her big, soft tits bounced around lewdly. It was an amazing sight, one that made his flesh throb angrily inside her even as his hips were slapping loudly against her asscheeks. Looking into her eyes via the mirror, Mancini growled at Cheryl urgently, "You don't desire me, fucktoy? Should I stop, then?" The smirk on his lips told the story: the last thing he expected right then was for her to say that she wanted him to stop. He didn't think she had the strength to do so.
 
BEnt over the counter, her ass out, Cheryl was unable to look at the slut who was looking back at her in the mirror! She braced herself, as he gripped her hips, and thrust into her, pounding her hard, making her tits smack together as she watched them in the mirror.

She couldn't support them, she needed to brace herself, and they hung slapping together loudly, making a lewd display.

"You don't desire me, fucktoy? Should I stop, then?"

She didn't want to answer! She didn't want to give him that! She wantrd to tell him to go to hell, but she didn't. She looked at him in the mirror, and moaned as he slowed.

"for fuck's sake, dont stop! Please! Please!" she moaned. She thrust back against him, trying to encourage him to take what she was now so eager to give.
 
Thomas could not help but chuckle, a lustful sound, at her answer, accompanied by her pushing back at his deep thrusts, as if she couldn't wait to have him fully inside her on every stroke. His fingers dug into her hips painfully as he used her there in that public bathroom, his cock pulsing angrily within her as it slid over her tight inner walls. "That's what I thought, slut! I knew you were full of shit out there in the booth," he growled heatedly into her ear as he fucked so deep into her, laying claim to every inch of her overheated cunt.

Finally, his hands moved from her hips, cupping her tits to give them much-needed support. No longer were they bouncing and swaying, smacking against one another...instead, his fingers were kneading them, massaging them roughly, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Christ, you are one hot little bitch, fucktoy!" he told her, his breath hot against the side of her neck as he watched her face in the mirror. His thrusts were growing harder by the minute, and he didn't seem to care at all if anyone overheard them from just outside the bathroom. Of course, he knew the owner of the place, and was well aware of the entire staff's loyalty to him. There was no way for Cheryl to know that, however.
 
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