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Trust Turning my head as I hear Tony and Vito walking through the door, your body draped over Vito's shoulder, "good, tape her to the chair," my head tilts toward a wooden framed chair set off center in the room, "and, take her clothes off too," I remind them. Vito dumps your body into the chair, slumping and still unconscious as they wrap the duct tape around your ankles and wrists, binding you to the frame. Lastly, a swath of tape is slapped over your mouth. Slipping behind the chair, my hand slides in front of you, a broken tube of smelling salts wafting under your nose, startling you back to consciousness, your body struggles and strains, eyes wide as they scan, limbs twitching as they struggle, then I speak, "hello, messenger girl, remember me?" I chuckle sarcastically from behind you. "You can struggle and fight all you want, but, well, let's just say you aren't the first person my boys have tied to a chair," my laughter ceasing, emphasizing the cold truth of my statement. "You see," talking as much to myself as I am to you, "I have a little problem," walking from behind the chair, "I can't be sure what you saw or didn't see from your last visit." Pausing as I stand in front of you, my eyes narrowed as they scan your body, “and in my line of work, it's very bad for business to have loose ends." Walking to a large club chair placed 10 feet from yours and facing you, I casually sit down, my fingers caressing my chin as I ponder. Titling my head, signaling Vito and Tony to stand at either side of you. "Now, messenger girl, you present quite a problem," leaning forward as I speak, "I am not a barbarian, I can't very well leave a trail of bodies in my wake. Well, let me rephrase, it’s not prudent to leave a trail of bodies without good cause." My head nods as I state "Veet, Tone." With those words, their large hands begin to paw at your body, clutching your firm tits as their coarse palms maul in, their thick fingers pressing between your creamy thighs. "So I've decided to see just how much I can trust you." Looking to the side of the room, "Debbie, come here," with that, a mocha skinned beauty walks in, nude but for her heels that click with each stride of her shapely legs. Without saying a word, she sits at the foot of my chair, my hand to the top of her head, caressing, no, more like petting, her straightened hair. Watching as Tony and Vito become more brazen, each of them working one half of your body, mouths engulfing your nipples, bathing them in warm saliva as teeth nip and pull. Roughly their fingers pry into your slit, mashing and pulling at your soft folds as their grunts and groans get lost and muffled by your flesh. My eyes locked on yours, watching your reaction. Gently my hand pulls at the back of Debbie's head, knowing her place, her hands crawl up my legs and deftly undo my zipper. On her knees in front of me, her taut ass facing you as her full lips open to wrap around my cock. Guiding her head as her face bobs up and down my length, my shaft swelling as it grows in her wet embrace. Catching Vito's eye, I nod, he rips the tape from your mouth. Both of the burly men now standing at your sides, facing each other with you between them. Reaching in, they unleash their thick cocks, letting them hang in front of your mouth. Letting my gaze focus on you, "you know what to do, messenger girl." Upon the words leaving my lips, each of them fist their turgid poles and push their spongy crowns to your lips. Sitting back, Debbie's sweet mouth lavishing my throbbing cock, her wanton slurping filling the air as she writhes and loses herself in her worship of my bulging shaft. Vito and Tony turning your face back and forth between them, their hips slamming their fleshy spears deep into your throat, recklessly beating their cocks into your mouth, forcing your jaw open as they growl like two animals to fill your throat. My petting of Debbie's head as she serves my rigid cock in stark contrast to the brutality with which Tony and Vito fuck your face. Their hands smacking each other's as they jostle between your thighs, waggling fingers roughly jockeying to fill your tight cunt, pulling at your petals, twisting and shoving as they pry you open. Debbie's slender fingers ride back up between her thighs, easily gliding through her slit and slipping effortlessly into her soft twat as she engulfs my shaft, her delicate wrist twisting and turning, her glistening juices allowing a second of her fingers to be swallowed by her silky glove. Breathing in deeply as my hips push from the chair, rhythmically stroking my raging cock into Debbie's velvet throat, eyes never leaving yours, like the lower and upper halves of my body are disconnected. Reaching into my suit jacket and producing a nickel plated pistol, my other hand deftly pulling out the silencer and screwing it to the barrel of the gun. Letting it rest easily in my hand as Tony and Vito continue with their assault. Their fingers soaking in your juices as they fumble through your cunt, two, three, four at a time punching through your hole. Their hips bucking feverishly as they pound their cocks into your mouth. Their bodies convulsing and spasming, their yelps, yips and grunts signaling the firing of their hot, gooey loads of cum, splashing and splattering to the back of your throat. Looking down, the cold metal silencer dragging along Debbie's head, "make me cum, my little nigger slut, but don't swallow it." Debbie's head bobbing feverishly, slurping and sucking, her face twisting her full lips around my cock as my hips thump from the chair, my face contorting as my teeth grit, "mmmm, that's it, my little cocksucker," howling as my hips launch, spiking my cock to the back of her throat and firing a wave of my smooth and rich creamy load into her mouth. Nodding at her as her cheeks are distended with my cum. Standing and walking to you, Tony and Vito backing to the side as place my thumb on your chin, pulling open your cum splattered mouth, looking at Debbie, “give it to her." Obediently she leans in, her lips puckering between yours to form a seal as her firm tongue pushes my hot load into your mouth. "Good girl, Debbie, now, sit right down on the floor,” pointing to a spot midway between the two chairs. Walking back, slowly circling Debbie as she sits with her knees under her, "you see, messenger girl, I value trust." My words directed at all, even though looking at you. "And when that trust is broken, bad things happen." Stopping as I move behind Debbie, her face toward you as I stand behind her. "I am a reasonable man, but when I am crossed…" you see the barrel of the silenced gun leveled at the back of Debbie's head unbeknownst to her, "…bad things happen." Reaching into my pocket, tossing a small recording device on the floor in front of Debbie, I hear her gasp in sheer horror as her eyes widen to huge white orbs and her jaw drops open before your eyes, "bad, bad things, Agent Susan D. Roosevelt." A click and muffled burst splitting through the front of "Debbie's" forehead as her body slumps to the floor with a thud. Stepping over her lifeless form, her scarlet splattering on and staining your skin, my look cold and fixed as I lean toward your face. "I can trust you, messenger girl, right?"   |
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oooh poor Debbie....naughty nappers mmm mmmm 
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real coffee!?!?!?!!? oh my, i better get to writing!
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Very well written indeed, a very intriguing saga! And Jane is right, very naughty Nap...deliciously so! 
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11/14/2012 10:27 pm |
~smiles~ I am thoroughly impressed, Baby. I can't wait to read more.
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