He stuffs his cock into Tiffany’s ass with relative ease. The he pauses, points his head toward the heavens as if trying to regain his composure and folds his arms.
“Problem?” Tony asked.
“Yeah. Her fucking ass has me ready to blow my load already.” Nicki admits.
Tiffany, still slurping on the dick of one of Crazy Nicki’s soldiers, simply looks over at Tony, shrugs her shoulders as if to say, “what do you expect? Of course he’s going to cum too quickly; my ass is fire.”
“Sigh, none of you humps have the makings of a varsity athlete.” Tony said as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his own rigid man meat, confidently took Crazy Nicki’s place and slid his own cock into Tiffany’s waiting asshole.
Tiffany let out a “yelp” as the dick hit deeply into the recesses of her bowels. She almost yelled “get it Chet” as no one else outside of the two men that she had such strong feelings for had ever overwhelmed her in this way.
Tony was, as always…relentless. There would be no early exit for the mob boss. He had been addicted to black ass and pussy for as long as he could remember and over that time he had learned how to control himself when he found himself inside of one or the other.
“Fuck this ass daddy! Fuck me in my fat, black booty!”
“Ever heard the phrase, “your ass is mine”; girl?” Tony asked her. “Because you can give your heart to God, but your ass belongs to me!”
Tony continued his assault. Long, pounding deliberate strokes.
Tiffany continued to suck the cocks of the rest of them, two of which were no longer satisfied with hand jobs and were willing to wait their turns to tickle her throat and feel her thick luscious lips wrapped around their man meat.
But even the best can only stand so much! Tony could feel himself getting ready to explode inside of his lover’s rectum. He quickened his strokes in anticipation and as the moment reached its climatic ending, he suddenly freed himself from her ass, jumped into her face, grabbed her by the head and plastered her face with his cum.
“That was Peter North level!” He triumphantly declared. “Now that’s what I call “the money shot!”
“Damn it Tony!” Tiffany whined. “Why didn’t you warn me? I’ve got cum coming out of my ears.”
“And you’re not through just yet. Go ahead you three mamalukes. In the face.”
The dutiful mobsters took position in front of Tiffany who was now sitting on her bottom on the floor and following their boss’s lead, emptied their sacks onto the beautiful, yet already drenched face of Tony’s goomar.
“Hold still Tiff. Stop squirming.” Tony said as Tiffany kept alternating her cheeks each time a cum squirt found its target.
“Hold still? Stop squirming? Spoken just like a person who has never had cum all over his face. I’m not going to even be able to perform now. This shit is all over my hair.” Tiffany whined. “Just look at me!”
“My heart bleeds.” Tony said while he wiped himself off over the office bathroom sink. “You look beautiful Tiff; just beautiful.
With that spunk on your face, you look like a white girl.
That’s what you want isn’t it; don’t you want to be white?”
“What? I never said…”
“Look Tiff. Me and the guys have more business to discuss. Feel free to take the rest of the day off. But we need the room, Capeesh?”
“I can’t go out there like…like this!” She protested.
“Fine. Go wash up. But make it quick.”
Tiffany realized at that moment. She wanted…no, she needed to be somewhere else. Anywhere else would suffice. She can’t recall a time where she had felt so used, so humiliated.
So black…
“Just toss me a wet towel. It’ll do for now.”
Frank Gallo, who appeared to have the most sympathy for her plight out of those in the room; did the honors and and procured the warm wet cloth that she needed to cleanse her cum drenched face.
“Thanks Frankie.” She said gratefully as she quickly wiped off and exited the office.
What the hell just happened? She thought to herself. Certainly this wasn’t her first “train ride”; she’s been the “meat” in a white bread sandwich on more than one occasion and gangbangs didn’t faze her in the slightest.
But today was different. Motherfuckers skeeting cum in her face? What was Tony thinking? Was he still having these fantasies of becoming a porn star?
Mobsters want to be porn stars, porn stars want to be rappers and rappers want to be mobsters…
What a twisted fucking cycle…
Chapter Nine
With her having the rest of the day to herself, she got to spend it in the arms of “Chet”. The experience with him was drastically different than what she had earlier been put through.
His touch was so loving and tender, his caresses spoke to the fact that her trust in him was not misplaced. Even now, as his semihard cock rested lovingly in her cum rich anus after their hour long highly erotic and intense ass fuck session.
The two lovers spooned as Chet slowly worked his way back into an erection as he was eager to pump even more seed into Tiffany’s anal cavity.
“No Chet. Not right now. My ass is a little sore.” Tiff explained.
“Bummer.” Chet replied as he backed off. “A little too much activity back here?” He said as he slid his hand across her ample bottom.
“A tad more than I expected. Yours is the third dick that’s been in my ass today.” She explained as she graphically and candidly replayed the events that took place in Tony’s office from hours earlier.
“Chet/Austin, felt a tinge of jealousy as Tiffany spoke. He had worked undercover long enough to know how to separate “the job” from reality.
His hero, the legendary FBI Agent Joe Pistone or “Donnie Brasco”, had given seminars on how not to get emotionally involved when working undercover. He had; after all, been the man who got the Bonanno Crime Family kicked off the commission after he had taken down several high ranking officials of La Cosa Nostra.
But Mr. Pistone never spoke about what to do about getting “too close”, if you were fucking one of your potential “C.I’s”….or confidential informants.
That would be a seminar that “Chet” himself would have to give one day after the movie comes out…
“You know?” He said to Tiff. “I don’t know if I should walk into Sassy y Classy, and put a bullet through the temple of Tony Lino or if I should have paid to join in.”
“You would have done the former.” She said to him. “You aren’t the type of man who revels in the idea of humiliating a woman.”