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

he fucked her hard and fast, seeming to be able to keep going for hours!! Cheryl came and came and then she went into a hyperorgasmic state, cumming hard constantly, wave after wave after wave!!!

She moaned and begged and cried out, and rode his hard cock for all she was worth, looking at the whore in the mirror, wondering where on Earth the conservative politician's wife had gone!

"Christ, you are one hot little bitch, fucktoy!"

His word made her even hotter, and she moaned.

"yeah! I'm your little fucktoy! A horny little bitch for you to use and abuse!!" she cried, shocked at her words, to the point that she brought her hand to her mouth, covering it in shock, then screaming his name again as she imploded once more.
 
That last implosion, after hearing her admit to being his fucktoy, was more than Mancini could take. His cock erupted hard within her after he buried it to the hilt inside her, his flesh twitching inside her as thick gouts of his seed splashed into her womb over and over again. Grunting into her ear like a rutting animal, his fingers dug into her tits hard as he emptied his balls into her, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. When it was finally over, his cock still buried within her, he released her breasts, licking his lips as he looked at her in the mirror. She looked like the gorgeous, well-fucked slut he had wanted her to be since the first time he had seen her.

"You would do well to remember just that," he finally responded to her last outburst as he slowly pulled his cock from within her. After zipping up his pants, he noticed his cum beginning to leak out of her, running down the inside of her leg. Slowly, he reached down, scooping it onto his finger, before bringing it to her lips and ordering her, "Open your mouth now, slut." Still watching her face in the mirror, his cock throbbed even after having had the relief he needed.
 
"You would do well to remember just that"

"Hmm, remember what?" Cheryl asked, totally mellowed out, now that she had cum.

She looked around in a daze, a big smile on her face, she felt almost drunk!!

"Open your mouth now, slut."

Almost on Autopilot, she opened her mouth, and sucked his finger clean. "mmmmmm yum!" she moaned, only partly aware of what she was doing.

She barely straightened her jacket and fastened it up, before they went back out to the restaurant, and the very first things she saw was the two goons, both with shit eating grins on their faces!!

She coloured up, as she looked at the faces turned toward her, and she wondered if they had all heard her moaning and crying, and if they all knew what she had just done in the men's room!
 
Once she had straightened up some, they walked back out. The two thugs he had along for protection were grinning at her; of course, they had likely heard all of what had happened. Their waitress, Julia, was just setting down their drinks as they returned to the table, and she, too, had a wicked, knowing smile on her lips as she regarded Cheryl. Waiting for them to sit, she asked them in a soft voice, "Now, are you ready to order something to eat?"

Thomas smiled at the young woman, not even picking up the menu, "I will have the veal parmigiana. The mobster's attention then turned to Cheryl, enjoying the sight of reddened cheeks. Once Julia had both orders, she turned and went back to the kitchen to inform the cooks.

"I don't know about you, fucktoy, but I certainly worked up an appetite," he told Cheryl once the young woman had left with the menus. His arm was around her shoulders, so that she could lean against his strong frame. The two goons were still eying her, of course, but they had shown remarkable restraint so far. Seeing the way she looked at them from time to time, he told her, "They wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, unless I gave them permission."
 
She was flushed, still throbbing from her orgasm, and as her mellow state faded, her shame at what she had done, bloomed.

"I don't know about you, fucktoy, but I certainly worked up an appetite,"

She blushed, shamed by his words. The language that turned her on so in the heat of passion, mortified her when she was coming back down.

She guessed from his face that he was well aware of that, and liked to keep her on edge!

She ordered a Pollo all fungi, with brushetta to start with, and a green salad on the side. She drank, a long drink of her vodka, followed by a generous mouthful of the Chianti he had got. She eyed the goons, shamed, and wary, and found herself to sink against the ganster, seeking his protection.

"They wouldn't dare lay a hand on you" she heaved a sigh of relief! she had been worried, visions of a veritable orgy flashing in her mind as she looked at them both!!

Then, he completed his sentance " ... unless I gave them permission." and just like that, the relief dissappeared!!

She sat in uncomfortable silence, eyes darting around the restaurant checking to make sure no one she knew would see her with him, and checking a couple of times per minute that her jacket contained her.

She could not help but notice that, as she sat, the lapels of the jacket gaped somewhat, showing the mobster sitting on her left, a good view of her right breast.
 
He sensed her momentary relief, then chuckled softly as it faded, licking his lips as he, himself, got a good look down the top of her jacket. Seeing the look on his thug's face as he stared at Cheryl's nearly-exposed tit, Thomas actually slid his hand under it, cupping and lifting the globe of flesh so that the man could actually get a better view. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you know," he whispered into her ear as he toyed with her breast so openly.

His hand was still there when Julia returned, setting down their salads in front of them, biting her lip briefly at the sight of the mobster so openly groping the incredibly sexy woman sitting with him. She didn't stay long, though, leaving again with a flush of excitement in her cheeks. Only then did he finally let go of her, to begin eating the food that had been set in front of him.

The goons were sitting at their table, eating as well, and talking quietly amongst themselves. Occasionally, though, she could hear crude comments about her coming from their direction, the most clear of them being, "I hope he lets us have a taste of her soon. My dick feel's like its gonna burst!"
 
Cheryl gasped with shock when Mancini began to fondle her breast so lasciviously. She glanced frantically around, hoping no one could see, but then he lifted it clear of the jacked, so that his goons would get a better look.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, you know,"

Was he serious? Nothing to be ashamed of? A prominant politician's wife sitting in a restaurant with her tits out for all to see!!! She was crimson with shame, biting her lip.

He kept it up while the waitress served their food, removing any hope Cheryl had, that the waitress had not been totally aware of the nature of their relationship!!

She struggled to eat, to act as though she wasn't partially naked! This was like one of those dreams where you wake up to find yourself exposed in a roomful of full dressed people, shocked at you, she thought.

The snipets of conversation coming from the goons worried her too. They discussed her in the most graphic of terms, going so far as to give her an "out of ten" rating!! The most alarming though was the comment "I hope he lets us have a taste of her soon. My dick feel's like its gonna burst!"

Cheryl decided that perhaps if she was nice enough to Mancini, he might keep his goons away, so with a complete personality change, she went from the ice queen to a horny whore, and suddenly turned on him, rubbing her hands over his chest, giggling in his ear, and nibbling it!
 
Mancini was still enjoying his meal when Cheryl suddenly turned, and seemed more hungry for him than for the food she had ordered. Exhaling deeply, he slid a hand down her back, cupping one asscheek through her skirt. Turning to look into her eyes, he chuckled softly, "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Of course, he had not really noticed what his thugs had been saying; he was so used to their presence, that unless they seemed agitated, he usually filtered them out. Her actions were definitely having an effect on him, as the hand she had on his chest would feel it beginning to rise and fall just a bit faster.

"Why so eager to be fucked again all of a sudden?" he whispered back into her ear curiously, nipping at her earlobe sharply. Behind her, safe from everyone else's view, he was pulling up on her skirt, exposing her ass in the back to give it a light, playful slap with his open palm. "If you're going to be this hungry for cock, maybe I should have gotten the food to go," he chuckled, squeezing her asscheek firmly in his hand. Of course, the two goons were watching what they could see, clearly somewhat envious of their boss.
 
Cherly was pleased that Mancini seemed to be oblivious to her to the reason for her sudden interest in him. He seemed genuinely pleased, and other than wondering aloud what had gotten into her, he accepted it at face value.

They ate again for a few moments, and then he turned once again to her.

"Why so eager to be fucked again all of a sudden?"

His words made her flush, and immediately her eyes darted to the goons to see if they had heard. Meanwhile Mancini was yanking up her skirt, exposing her bare ass.

"If you're going to be this hungry for cock, maybe I should have gotten the food to go,"

She wanted to go! Quick! Before anyone saw her with him!! A little voice inside her head whispered "Before you really get going, and bend over the table begging him to fuck you". She chose to ignore that voice.

"OOooooh, that's a good idea! Let's hurry up and go!" She had been eying the desserty trolley earlier, salvating at the panna cotta, but now that had taken second place to making a public spectle of herself. Nor did she did not want the goons getting any friendlier!

She began to stand, and tug her skirt down, terrified that the two would have a flash of her pussy, trying to hold her purse infront ofher, shielding herself from view, as she turned again to Mancini "c'mon lover, lets go!!!" She hoped he'd fall for it, and get her out of there.
 
Something definitely seemed to be up, now, as she seemed a bit too eager to get him out of the restaurant. Nodding, he decided to play along for the moment; he would be able to have much more fun with her at his home, anyway. Standing up, he took the time to put down enough to cover the food, as well as a generous tip, before following her out, putting his arm around her waist as he caught up to her.

As they got out into the parking lot, he led her over to the car, opening the door for her as the driver started the vehicle up. Helping her inside, he spoke heatedly into her ear, "So what made you come around, fucktoy?" Rather than waiting for an answer, however, he climbed in after her, sitting close as the two goons once again sat opposite them, bearing the to-go boxes containing what was left of their food. Getting comfortable, Mancini's hand came to rest once more on her thigh as he told the driver, "Ok, we are heading home now." The car smoothly began to move, pulling out of the parking lot and heading deeper into the Italian neighborhood.
 
Cheryl was so relieved when they left the restaurant. No more public spectacle!

With a deep sigh, she hurried him out of the restaurant, shooting a triumphant look of glee at the goons, as the door of the restaurant swung shut behind them.

"So what made you come around, fucktoy?"

She began to panic, what was she going to say??? She began to wrack her brain for something he might swallow. He was surprisingly naive, and easy to manipulate! She was pleased.

"Ok, we are heading home now."

Thank the Lord!! He was bringing her home! It was over!!

She relaxed back against the seat, and closed her eyes.

"Thanks! I really need to be home now anyway! Oh, and thank you for the meal!" she purposely avoided any and all mention of the wild sex they had shared. What was she thinking? shared???? they were not lovers, for fuck's sake!! She avoided mentioning how he had FUCKED her!! That was a better phrase!

She opened her eyes and glanced around, "hey!" she punched him in the arm "you're going the wrong way!"
 
As she began talking of needing to be home, he looked at her with somewhat confused smirk on his lips. When she realized that he had not meant her home, however, he noted how her behavior changed, frowning when she hit him. It did not hurt, but the fact that she dared to lift a hand against him infuriated him. His hand left her thigh, coming up to grasp her lower jaw hard, fingers digging into her skin as he glared into her eyes.

"No, we are going home. To my home, not yours," Thomas Mancini growled at her, not relinquishing his grip, "I don't know what made you think I was done with you after only spilling one load in your hot little cunt, but you were sorely mistaken." His hazel eyes were fixed on hers, nearly glowing with anger. "Now you are going to have to be taught a lesson for hitting me, as well, slut," he told her, his eyes narrowing as they stared into hers, "I am doing you and your husband a favor here, after all. You would think I deserved more respect than that." With that, he released her jaw, though he continued to watch her. It was not too much longer before the car pulled up and drove through a gated property, and was driving up toward a two story mansion that had to be his home.
 
Striking Mancini had not been the smartest thing she had ever done!! He blew up like someone flipped a switch, and she was scared of his reaction. Scared, and a little turned on, more than a little, and that scared her even more!!

Still, she was pissed off with him, and she stared sullenly out of the window as the car drove, pointedly ignoring him!

The tension in the car was palpable, and even the goons were eying him carefully.

The drove, occasionally caught up in traffic, horns blaring, contrasting with the silence inside the vehicle.

Finally, they came to a halt outside a huge mansion house, three floors above basement, huge boundary wall, and high wrought iron gates.
 
"Come on, fucktoy," Thomas told her, the anger still clear in his voice as he grabbed her arm, guiding her out of the car. The driver had pulled up to the front door, and as the goons got out, they immediately walked up to open it for their boss and his...companion. Their leering grins didn't change as they watched her walk with Mancini into his house.

Inside, the hallways were wide, and there was a blond topless maid to be seen, dusting in the living room. She was pretty enough, but not anywhere near as beautiful as Cheryl. At least, not to Mancini. Maintaining his grip on her arm, he took her toward the large staircase that led up to the second floor, the various hired help only stopping to watch for a second before turning their attention back on their tasks.

Finally, he brought her into a large study, and nodded toward the two men, who remained just outside. After he closed the door, Cheryl was left alone with Thomas, who was still, quite clearly, angry with her earlier behavior. "I knew you were trying to play me, slut," he growled at her as he turned to face her, his eyes full of both anger and lust as they met hers, "But I figured I would play along, to see what you were after. I'm still not sure, but surely you couldn't think I was taking you home so soon."
 
Cheryl was getting increasingly nervous, and increasingly irate as Mancini's temper made itself known.

She was hustled into the opulent mansion, and froze momentarily when she saw the half naked women working for him. She was led up the stairs, and marched into his office.

His eyes were blazing and mirrored her own, but she tried to keep the lid on her temper.

"I knew you were trying to play me, slut, but I figured I would play along, to see what you were after. I'm still not sure, but surely you couldn't think I was taking you home so soon."

She didn't know whether to be honest, or not, but she finally said. "I was worried about the Goons, your sidekicks, they were eying me like a piecce of meat, and I wanted to get out of there!"
 
Hearing her honesty seemed to calm him down a little. "I told you that they would not touch you without permission. Something I would never give them while we are out in public," he told her, a smirk returning to his lips as his hands moved to her hips, pushing her firmly back against the large desk that dominated the center of the room, the edge of it now digging into her asscheeks. "You were much safer from them at Tony's," he pointed out with a laugh, though the spark of anger remained in those hazel eyes.

"Though even here, they would have to wait their turn," Mancini said, and as he pressed against her, she could feel that her efforts back at the restaurant had definitely affected him. His cock was every bit as hard as it had been back in that bathroom. Finally, his hand came up, and once again undid the button of her jacket easily, so that it fell open, exposing her luscious tits to his eyes. "Now, you have some convincing to do, bitch," he told her, his eyes sparkling dangerously as he pushed the jacket off of her shoulders entirely, letting it fall tot he top of his desk, "Give me a good reason not to let my men enjoy you. And it had better be a damn good one, too, if you don't want to end up between them."
 
"You were much safer from them at Tony's",

Cheryl could have kicked her own ass!!! Had she known that, she would still be in the Restaurant, slowing savouring her food, taking up as much of his time as possible!!! Instead, thinking she was being cleaver, she now had to whore herself for him.

"Though even here, they would have to wait their turn,"

He was still talking about the Goons having her, and she was alarmed at his apparent willingness to share!

She was pressed against his desk, her jacked popped open, topless to all intents and purposes. Her eyes were wide, as she contemplated the situation she had found herself in.

"Now, you have some convincing to do, bitch, give me a good reason not to let my men enjoy you. And it had better be a damn good one, too, if you don't want to end up between them."

Her jacket was gone, and she didn't know what to do. She could still see the spark of anger in his eye, and she really didn't think it would serve her situation to provoke him

She went to her knees, holding eye contact, and she crawled the four or five steps to him, swaying her hips, and then, she knelt between his widespread feet, and unfastened his pants, dropping them down his thighs, dropping his boxer shorts too. She had a sudden wicked urge, to punch him in the balls, thinking that for one moment in time, she would have the upper hand, but the consequences would be rapid and harsh, and she did not think Greg would survive it.

She moved closer, licking the head of his dick, and then taking his huge length into her mouth, she sucked him, bobbing her head on him.
 
He could tell she would rather do anything but what she was about to, but Thomas was glad that she could show restraint when necessary. Especially when she took his cock between her soft, wet lips. Exhaling deeply, he stared down into her eyes, that wicked grin returning to his lips as his flesh pulsed against her lips and tongue. "That is a good start, whore," he admitted, watching as she took more and more of his cock between her lips, until he found his hand unconsciously slipping into her hair, fingers tightening in her soft locks, following the movements of her head up and down his shaft.

His moans told her she was doing an excellent job, but soon he began to push her mouth down insistently, his voice a growl as he told her, "Take all if it! Swallow it into your pretty throat, fucktoy!" It felt good, but being who he was, he wanted more. He pushed, and she could feel the head at the back of her throat, threatening to slip inside. Apparently, his temper had made him impatient as well, as he was nearly fucking her mouth to get what he wanted. Staring down into her eyes heatedly, his mouth hung slightly open, his heavy breath flowing in and out between his lips.
 
She was trying to take more and more of him, and she glowed at his praise, despite his calling her a whore!! She continued to suck him, and she banded the base of his cock with two hand, ensuring that only a little entered her mouth. She did not want to choke on it, and fellatio was not her favourite act. In fact Greg had gotten a blow job precisely twice during their marraige!

"Take all if it! Swallow it into your pretty throat, fucktoy!"

He could not be serious!! She struggled a little, but he firmed his grip on her, and her eyes flashed, as she contemplated biting him, but quickly suppressed her reckless impulse.

He was thrusting harder now, and she began to gag on him, one hand still on his cock, the other braced against his stomach, to prevent him for going too deep.
 
Thomas Mancini was completely serious; if there was any doubt, the look of angry lust in his hazel eyes would silence it. He could feel her pushing against his stomach with her hand, and roughly pulled her mouth off of his shaft, which was now glistening with her saliva, a string of the fluid stretched between the swollen head and her lips. "I mean it, cunt! Every inch...I can tie your hands behind your back if that's what it takes!" he told her urgently, his eyes flashing dangerously as he looked down at her lovely face.

She had only a few moments to catch her breath before he pushed her mouth down over his cock once again, grunting intensely with pleasure. He had never enjoyed a woman's mouth so much, despite her reluctance to take the entire length of his pulsing shaft. Once again, the head was pushing at the back of her throat. Her gagging didn't stop him; if anything, it turned him on even more, his lust growing ever more urgent. "Christ, didn't your husband even teach you to suck cock properly?" he asked her with an angry laugh, his eyes seeming just a bit glazed over as he thrust his cock between her lips over and over again.
 
Cherly was coughing and spluttering when Mancini pulled her off his cock! Oh Thank the Lord!! she murmered, relieved that he was finished, only to have him address her angrily.

"I mean it, cunt! Every inch...I can tie your hands behind your back if that's what it takes!"

Oh, that would be much worse!! She'd be totally at his mercy then! He could do what he liked, and she could do little about it! She did not want that, and she somehow managed to relax her hands, concentrating on jacking his cock, rather than holding him at bay.

He began to thrust his dick harder and harder in to her mouth, winding his hands into her hair, and then beginning for force his way deeper and deeper, while Cherly struggled to catch her breath, gagging loudly, none of which seemed to put off Mancini in the slightest.

"Christ, didn't your husband even teach you to suck cock properly?"

He was mad! Well so was she!! How dare he!!?? She was doing her damnedest, and the arogant ass was criticising her!

"Listen asshole!! I'm doing my best!! I've only done this twice before!! give me a fucking break already!!"

She recoiled, her hand over her mouth, as she realised what she had said,and worse, to whom she had said it!!
 
His anger had not completely dissipated yet, and now her resistance, coupled with her latest outburst made him growl wordlessly with anger. "Well, then, I suppose I will have to be the one to teach you, then," Mancini said, his tone making it clear that the lesson would not be easy at all. Walking around his desk, he opened a drawer, and pulled out two items: a pair of handcuffs, and what seemed to be an "O" shaped ring, with two leather straps attached to it like a small belt, complete with a buckle. The handcuffs, he brought with him as he approached her again.

"Now, will you put your hands behind your back like a good slut, or will I have to get rough with you?" he asked her, his eyes gleaming in a way that made it seem like he was hoping she would choose the latter. He loomed over her, and even half-dressed, was an imposing sight. Despite the trouble she was giving him, or maybe because of it, his cock remained rock-hard, the head precum beginning to slowly drip from the swollen head. "Which will it be?" Thomas prodded her as he stepped closer, putting her within arm's reach.
 
Cheryl's eyes widened as she realised what Mancini was taking out of his drawer. She had no idea what one of the items was, but she recognised the other as handcuffs, and she quickly backed away from him, running left and right around the desk, avoiding him.

To her surprise, and through her anger, she realsied that she was becoming turned on by the chase.

"Now, will you put your hands behind your back like a good slut, or will I have to get rough with you? Which will it be?"

She began to giggle, as she realised that the mix of anger and sex was turning her on no end!! She poked her tongue out at him, "You'd have to catch me first now, wouldnt you?"
 
Thomas could not believe the words that came out of her mouth next. At least, not until he noticed the glimmer in her eyes as she said it. She was getting turned on by the thought of him forcing her. Chuckling softly at the realization, he decided he would play the game with her, and enjoy it as well. It would not be the first time, after all. "Oh, I don't think that will be a problem. Its not like you have far to run before my men would stop you," he pointed out with a wicked grin as he sped his steps toward her, "But if you want to try to get away, go for it. It will only make things worse for you in the end." Or better, perhaps, depending on one's point of view.

He lunged for her when he got close enough, but was not quite quick enough that time, his eyes sparkling dangerously as he righted himself, licking his lips as he watched her. Carefully, he stalked her, reminding her of the nature shows that came on sometimes, showing a panther stalking some creature in the woods. That he would catch her, there was no question. It was only a matter of how long it would take, and how much stronger his lust would be by then.
 
Cheryl had run, and move toward a door at the back of his study, only to discover that there was no handle! It had a secret mechanism, or it opened from the other side only! She quickly retreated, and found herself at the back of the room, an oversized leather couch between them.

She feigned left, and then darted right, catching Mancini out as she ran full tilt to his desk, knocking and breaking a lamp in the process. Then she swept the few items from his desk, hoping to spoil his chances of getting her, but this time when she feigned right, Mancini simply vaulted the desk, and pinned her there.

"Uncle! Uncle!" she cried, hoping he'd let her go. Meanwhile, a naughty little part of her, high on adrenalin, hoped he wouldn't!
 
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