Number One with a Bullet.

[Polycoms]

Vincent was in absolute bliss as Margaret took him fully into her mouth. Her technique was improving by the second as he experimented sucking cock for the first time in her young life. He couldn't help but groan every time she took him to the base, her the contractions in her throat feeling too good to be true. She began to improvise more and more as Vincent's cock was coated with copious amounts of saliva, her moans and the writing of her body proving that she was enjoying it almost as much as him.

When she released her breasts and pulled them up to Vincent's cock he almost came. They were absolutely perfect standing up straight on her beautiful body. Large, soft and firm at the same time and hard nipples that pointed out just begging to be touched. The innocent little look she gave Vincent when she questioned silently if she could titfuck him was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. "Fuck yes, use your tits to fuck my cock." He groaned out as she began moving up and down, her mouth clamping over the head and her tongue going to work like she had been on the streets for 15 years. "Thats it, play with your cunt while you suck me."

Looking down he saw a wanton slut working him over, perfect little body squirming about, fingers playing with her pussy, face flushed and covered in precum and saliva. All of this re-enforced the slut image but there was still an air of innocence about her, something that he couldn't get out of the back of his mind but just made her that much more sexy.

Vincent could feel his orgasm building. He breasts moving up and down were wrapped completely around him and her arms clasped around the sides pressed the firm mounds even tighter around his cock. Margaret's tongue was working wonders on the head of his cock and he knew he was close. Forcefully pulling Margaret's head up from his cock, watching her gasp he stopped her from lunging back down to take him in again. "Are you ready for my cum slut?" He asked, desire coating his every word. Does she even know what cum is? Oh god, No way will she be able to swallow the whole load. I can't wait to paint that innocent little face "Do you want to me cum in your pretty little mouth?" When he didn't get a response he slapped her lightly in her flushed face. "Tell me what you want baby." Vincent demanded, barely holding back his orgasm This will be a good one...

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

After he slapped her face with his cock, again, for not speaking up, she said, “I-I-I-I want you to cum on my face, Vincent. Please? I want to drink all your cum up like the little tight whore I am. I want you to shoot down my throat and make me gag, I want it all over my face and titties as well.” She paused, nibbling her lower lip as her hand continued to play with his fat, long length. "Please cum in my pretty little mouth. Shoot your... Shoot your cum down my little throat. I want you, baby. I want to have your cum in my mouth. Please do it."

Unsure if that was what he wanted her to say, she opened her mouth and sucked on the head a few more times, bobbing her head fast as she could to make him cum soon. That and to appease him if what she had said wasn't good enough. This whole sexy talk was something she never quite understood. It made her head spin and she moaned out loud in both discomfort and arousal while she did so. Her hand that was pressed against her lips, rubbing her clit the way Vincent had the night of the Hotel, while the other continued to move up and down his heavy length. She felt more than just a little humiliated that she was touching herself the way Vincent had when he had her pressed up against the wall, molesting her pussy like he owned it.

(She couldn't lie though. She had one too many dreams of him going further than that if Mr. Jacob hadn't found her. And she always woke up wet and ashamed after a lengthy 'session' with him had occurred.)

Finally, Vincent gave way and he came all over Margaret without any warning. Some cum shot down her throat and it tasted even more delicious than the precum. It was too thick and a lot though and Margaret had to pull away to swallow the spurts that had entered her mouth. The cock came out of her mouth with a wet, loud ‘POP’ and slapped against her swollen, fuck me red lips a few times as the cock continued to cum all over the virgin.

The rest of his milky white, sticky semen spurted all over her face and busty tits, must to her dismay. She had to tell herself that at least it was in her face and chest and not her vagina, otherwise she might end up pregnant. She continued to fuck his cock with her now cum coated tits, milking him for all his worth so he’ll be satisfied enough to leave her alone. She reluctantly pulled her hand away from her demanding cunt since breastfucking him required both of her hands in it. Her cunt flowed juices all over the rug beneath the virgin and mobster, even creating a little puddle directly between her legs.

“Is… Is this good enough for you?” Margaret whimpered when his cock softened now and it had stopped spurting all over her face and tits and hair. "Please... Please... Can you go now? I did what you wanted. Is this enough?"

She no longer looked like a virgin church girl but more like a whore at a regular work night. The only clothing she wore was the riding boots, the beaten leather shining from her cunt juices that had slid down against it. She was painted, practically baptized, in his cum and she looked erotic in it. Her large, deep blue eyes looked up at him past the flushed, pretty face and cum laced hair. It looked like someone had actually laced thin, sticky white ribbons into Margaret's hair with sticky drops scattering around it as well. The smell of sex was heavy on her form, all but coming from her since this was her first time and her cunt was working overtime from the sensations she felt.

Her breasts covered in cum as well, still wrapped around the flaccid penis with her nipples still rock hard to indicate she liked it besides the obvious puddle of her juices between her kneeling form. There was even a string of her spit that still connected her panting mouth to the large cock of the mobster all the while. In all, little Margaret Jane looked like she ended up doing far worse than getting her pussy filled up tonight.

 

[Polycoms]

“I-I-I-I want you to cum on my face, Vincent. Please? I want to drink all your cum up like the little tight whore I am. I want you to shoot down my throat and make me gag, I want it all over my face and titties as well.” The words from the Priest's virginal daughter were almost too much for Vincent as he watched the righteous young girl pump her tiny hand up and down his massive erection, hand slick from her own saliva. When Margaret looked up at him and nibbled on her puffy red lip he couldn't help the groan that came out as he lifted his hips, trying to thrust his aching cock at the young girl. "Please cum in my pretty little mouth. Shoot your... Shoot your cum down my little throat. I want you, baby. I want to have your cum in my mouth. Please do it."

Watching her beg for his cum before enthusiastically taking him back in her hot little mouth was just too much for the mobster. "UNNGH" he bellowed out as he felt his cum start travelling up the long hard length of his cock. The pleasure of seeing such a perfect, innocent young girl servicing him like a whore coupled with the feelings of her expert mouth and young, ripe breasts working over his cock was the best thing Vincent had ever felt in his life. The first spurt of his hot seed hit the back of Margaret's throat with speed, splashing off around her mouth and forcing the girl to taste his essence. The pleasure was too much for Vincent, forcing him to close his eyes tightly lest they pop out of his head. He was cumming the most he had ever done in his life as his hips jerked back and forward trying subconsciously to bury himself even further down the sweet girl's throat.

Vincent felt his cock lurch out of Margaret's mouth, the little virgin unable to deal with the copious amounts of manseed coming from the overworked cock which seemed like it would never stop. Still holding her breasts around Vincent's meat as he kept pumping him for all she was worth, the young girl was forced to pull back. Vincent was in Ecstasy as he felt his cock blast over and over again at the girl knelt before him, expending himself fully before groaning and collapsing back into her father's comfortable armchair.

Finally recovering enough to open his eyes he looked down at the source of his pleasure. "Oh God." He let out, taking in the sight of the abused girl before him. She was absolutely COVERED in his hot, white, sticky cum. Her flushed face had streams of his cum running up and down it, many of the stronger blasts going all the way up to her hair the white of his cum contrasting beautifully with the dark chocolate locks still framing her face. Vincent took in her right eye forced closed from the puddle of cum in it as his gaze travelled down her perfect body. There were three strings of cum slowly dripping from the girl's chin as gravity worked on the load Vincent had deposited on sweet little Margaret's face. Looking down at her heaving young breasts he was treated to another spectacular view. The puddle in between them was massive and only growing bigger and more and more cum dripped off her chin falling down. Her still hard nipples and ripe mounds were coated almost as much as her face. "unghshesh" Came the incomprehensible babble as Vincent still tried to recover. His eyes continued their trip down her perfect, clearly aroused body before locking onto the view of her cunt. The thing was DRIPPING. Not only her thighs were covered in her juice but the whole of her legs right the way down to her worn riding boots. Vincent barely registered the puddle of her juice beneath her as his eyes began heading back up her body. Wait a second... was that?? Before jerking his gaze quickly back down again. That's not my cum... It must be...

“Is… Is this good enough for you?” Margaret panted out as the cock before her wilted "Please... Please... Can you go now? I did what you wanted. Is this enough?" Her words pulling Vincent's attention back to her cum covered face as his grin widened. Did my little cumslut cum while she was sucking cock for the first time? Came the harsh words, designed to degrade and humiliate the girl even further. "NO." He barked sternly as her hands came up to wipe the cum out of her eye. "Leave it. I want to watch you cum for me with my seed still all over you." He teased, pushing the panting girl backwards, her arms coming out behind her to break the fall. The sight before Vincent was simply amazing. Innocent little Margaret Jane was splayed out in front of him, panting in arousal with his cum coating her entire upper body legs spread lewdly glistening in the light from her own arousal centering on the flower of her virginity coated in even more of her juice with the puddle beneath it.

"I want you to cum for me. Play with your cunt and cum for me like the whore that you are." Vincent commanded, staring down threateningly at the abused sight before him. "Thats it, think of my hard cock fucking you while you play with yourself." He said, continuing to tease the humiliated but frantically aroused girl as she diddled her clit right in front of him. "Imagine what it will feel like when I slam into your virgin cunt and take what's mine."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Pushed backwards by Vincent, Margaret gasped as she used her arms to soften the fall. She tried to get up but her legs were too weak, were shaking too much from what was happening to her at the moment. This wasn’t enough? After literally being drenched in his cum, he won’t let her clean herself up and just leave her alone? No! No! She tried to shake her head but she was too busy trying to not look too ashamed of him to see her puddle of arousal between her legs now, literally in between her legs as her long, grace limbs were spread wide to show them. That and her pink, never been touched before cunt, the lips were spread open, quivering from her arousal, showing her hot little sex to the man who literally imagined it as he fucked one of his whores.

Not that Margaret will ever possibly know that. If she did, she’ll be stuck in another state of confusion, arousal and fear from the man. Something she didn’t really need since he was doing a well enough job in that already. Now Vincent leaned forward as he spoke, his still large, flaccid cock (the one with the delicious taste Margaret couldn’t deny) in between his legs, when the mobster heir said, “I want you to cum for me. Play with your cunt and cum for me like the whore that you are.”

She looked at him, eyes wide, as he ordered her to masturbate in front of him even though she had already made him cum. Even though she had literally let him fuck her mouth and use her tits to enjoy him, he still wanted more out of the abused girl. This was just too much! She couldn’t… So why was she already doing it? Why was she pressing her fingers against her cunt, diddling her clit as she bucked her hips for more enjoyment out of this? Why was she even enjoying this? She was sobbing quietly as she masturbated with the eagerness of a whore putting up a show, as she rubbed, pinched, massaged and even slapped her cunt hard to give Vincent a sight to see.

“More… More… More please, Vincent…” She gasped outloud as she felt her first spurt, her the sign of her second orgasm fast approaching, unable to control herself as those images of him riding her, fucking her up against a wall in that dark hallway in Augustine Hotel came back to haunt her visions. Him pawing her having breasts as he fucked her from behind as he used her tight, virgin channel while whispering all the dirty things he could think of into her ear and made her body feel things she never felt before. “Oh… Oh… Vincent! Ahhh…”

She felt her pussy tense before she came again, her juices squirting and dripping out from her cunt, between her still playing fingers. It came out nosily and beautifully, shining in the lights of her humble little home, as she stained the carpet before her father’s arm chair with her slut juices. She was bucking her hips wildly as this happened, eyes wide as her mouth stayed in a perfect, swollen red ‘O’ as the needy, satisfied sounds slipped past her lips without any self-consciousness from her while her tits bounced up and down from her movements.

Her brain just shut down at the point when she felt the first shock and wave of pure pleasure from her second orgasm, now focusing only on the intense pleasure she felt between her legs and the beautiful, bright blue eyes that looked on at her whorish display.

“Ahhh…” Margaret could only say that again and again as she lay there, continuing to buck and wither in arousal as her honey continued to coat her carpet and fingers. She looked like an utter tramp there as she lay there, shivering and twitching as the feelings subsided and she was left with the pleasant, guilt-ridden afterglow.

Her hair was splayed around her, with the cum that was spurted all over her beautiful form glistening in the lights as her dark blue eyes, looked at Vincent with both shyness and the arousal she could no longer deny. Her cunt was sticky and damp from it all, her fingers still in between her legs as she gently massaged it still as it throbbed in some mid pain from the sheer intensity of the orgasm she had. Her upper body was covered in Vincent’s fluids, her lower hers as she literally shone under the lights.

Shivering one last time, she finally gave out one last squirt that she still felt was there and laid limp on the ground, panting loudly as she gazed heavenwards in both shame and satisfaction clearly seen in her pretty features. She sat up, wincing every now and then from the pain she felt. And this was from a simple, if not intense, masturbation session. She was only kind of scared of what might have happened if it was a real fucking from Vincent Bonnano.

“Is… Is this enough?” Margaret whimpered, tears running down her face from either humiliation, satisfaction, regret or a dangerous combination of both. “Please… I… I need to clean up before my parents get home.”

 

[Polycoms]

Margaret started masturbating almost before Vincent asked her. Being used by Vincent had her in a near frantic state as she abused her virgin pussy eager to cum like the whore she was turning into. The confused, frightened and lustful look that she gave him when she finally looked up and locked onto his eyes caused his cock to twitch despite having just cum more than ever before in his life. Vincent encouraged her with his eyes as she starting really going to town on her cunt, tears streaming down her face mixing with his cum and causing even more to drip down onto her enticing and heaving young breasts.

"Thats it baby. Just like that." He said as he watched Margaret pinch her engorged clit, sending a shiver through her body all the way up to her eyes. The sounds coming from the writing beauty before him had Vincent on the edge of her father's chair lent forward unable to break eye contact as the young whore brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.

“More… More… More please, Vincent…” Margaret let out in a gasp as her hips bucked against her relentless hand. Hearing his name coming out of those lovely 'O'-shaped lips had Vincent almost ready to jump the girl. Fuck me. She loves it. What a fucking slut. "Thats right. 'Not interested in men' are we? Look at yourself, all covered in cum begging for more" He snarled out, humiliating the girl further as she prepared to cum right in front of the very man who had forced himself upon her only a few days before.

“Oh… Oh… Vincent! Ahhh…” Little innocent Margaret let out as her body convulsed on the ground in front of him. He watched as her back arched even further as she began shaking uncontralably while her virgin cunt spasmed over and over again flooding the carpet beneath her with girlcum. Her body straightened out as they broke eye contact for the first time since her orgasm started as she threw her head back in pleasure before going back into another shaking fit.

Somehow, Vincent's cock was semi-hard as he watched the abused girl before him try to recover from the force of her exertion. She was breathing deeply, stretched out on her back just looking up at the ceiling still shaking in the afterglow of her earth-shattering orgasm. Margaret was coated in a his cum mixed with her tears and saliva from the blowjob, sweat from her own exertions and her entire lower body was shining from the amount of juice that had come out of her pussy.

Finally managing to sit up she couldn't help but wince at the effort as she looked up into Vincent's eyes, just starting to feel the guilt of what she had just done. Her entire body was flushed from her recent display, her mouth still hanging open and firm breasts heaving up and down uncontrollably as she struggled to regain her breath “Is… Is this enough?” She just managed to get out between breaths, the exertion of speaking obvious. “Please… I… I need to clean up before my parents get home.”

Vincent didn't respond except for slowly standing up and reaching for his discarded clothes to dress, unable to stop stealing glances at the writhing, panting mess splayed out lewdly before him. After fixing himself up and straightening his immaculate suit he began to walk over to the confused girl. Vincent lent over and whispered to her while sliding his index finger into her used cunt all the way up to press against her hymen "Until next time then, my perfect little whore" Before yanking his finger out unceremoniously, standing up straight and walking swiftly out of the door leaving the abused Margaret lying on the floor covered in both of their cum, guilt finally starting to fully set in as her brain finally started to override the animal like control that her body had taken.

"Take me home." He commanded to his waiting driver before falling back on the seat of his Rolls Royce and falling into a relaxed slumber.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

To say Margaret felt horrible was an understatement.

When she heard his car drive away from her house, Margaret broke into sobs as she pulled her still sore, shaky legs against her heaving breasts as she buried her head on top of her arms and let her emotions fall out. She was angry, terrified, confused, and ashamed and absolutely satisfied of what had just happened to her thanks to that man. She was covered in the man’s cum and her own cum as well. How could she get a kick out of this? When she was humiliated and degraded – She somehow found herself wanting more. More than just his finger up in her still wet, very sore cunt, more than just threats and hanging Maybes and certainly more than this abuse she was being put through.

But… Isn’t she allowing herself to be abused? He was hurting her, yes, and he had a lot of power but the majority of that power came from her own actions or, to be frank, lack of actions. She could have gone to the police in a vain attempt to do something. She could have gone to a detective for hire or something for help to get him away from her. She could have told her parents the truth and begged them to take her somewhere safe. She could have screamed for help still, instead of going on her knees and blowing the man’s cock for all her worth. If she really wanted this to stop, wouldn’t have she? If she really hated this, why did she still want so much more from that awful man?

Honestly, there was so much to think but there was little time to give them thought. She needed to clean herself, her Papa’s poor armchair (she really couldn’t look at it the same way ever again), the carpet and hide or mend her torn clothing. There would be her sore body she needed to treat, not to mention her aching throat and mouth from having the monster of a cock in there for a while. Who knew sex could be so stressful after it’s over? She looked at the clock and saw it was 10: 47 PM. Her eyes widened to the point they were always like plates. Had she really been giving him a blowjob for almost two hours? It felt so little to her and she felt more shame. Did she enjoy it that much? Time flies when you’re having fun and all that? She wanted to say that she didn’t like it but seeing her state and how she’s still aching for more…

Wearily pulling herself up to her booted feet, the riding boots were now slick with her cum, sweat and Vincent’s own cum and the poor girl wondered how she could ever let her father see her boots after what they had been through like his armchair, Margaret limped to the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies needed to fix this mess that she was left behind to fix. She had to fix everything before her parents came home.

A week later…

Another week had passed and Margaret was relieved that she hadn’t seen Vincent as of late. Her clothes were mended, the carpet and armchair were good as new and her parents were none of the wiser when they came back home to see their dutiful, sweet daughter sleeping in her bed. Her body was sore for the next few days but it healed soon enough much to her relief. She struggled heavily with her new problems, the molestation, the masturbation she did almost nightly now, but she was getting by without causing any stress to her parents.

Like always, she stuck close to her parents and never left their side in order to make Vincent stay away from her. She highly doubted that he would do anything to the poor girl if her parents were there. Even he had a set of standards he had to follow. (Hopefully.) Mr. Jacob came back to the city after his long visit to his family and made a point to phone her everyday, checking if she was alright and all that. He was a little distant after the threats to his family but he was still a good friend to the Janes and Margaret just felt relieved that he was fine.

Right now, she was walking down the streets of New York after handing out flyers to come to St. Ursula’s Church. It was getting rather dire now, with another slew of bills they couldn’t pay. Her mother, Elizabeth, had gotten a job as a seamstress to help pay the bills but it wasn’t enough to cover their needs.

Her father was growing more concerned by the day and admitted to her mother one night, when they thought Margaret had fallen asleep in the living room when she was simply resting her eyes after a long practice on her violin, which they might need to send Margaret away to a relative of theirs who could actually take care of her and see to her needs. It might be a permanent arrangement, too, if they didn't do something about their money troubles. That upsetted the girl, for she loved her parents and her parents loved her, their only child after a long time of not being able to conceive. They were all heart sick at the idea of being separated but Arthur was already making plans for her to leave New York if they couldn’t pay the bills. Which included buying a ticket out of New York with Margaret’s name on it should it happen.

What could she do to help besides giving out flyers? Surely she could help somehow. She could drop her studies and violin lessons but her parents would have none of that, saying she needed her talents to flourish. What then? Margaret bit her lower lip as she walked down the dark, lonely sidewalk, since it was already night time, lost in her thoughts. She was an odd sight in the gritty City, a figure of beauty in her summer dress, thin pink cardigan on top of it and white leggings with her leather Mary-Jane heels. Her hair was set loose since it was another sweltering night in New York, with ribbons of pink and white lacing through it.

 

[Polycoms]

Images of Margaret Jane, the virginal churchgoer, pumping her dripping cunt onto her fingers harder and harder while covered in his cum danced around Vincent's mind as he lay back in the afterglow of the evening. He, and judging by the copious amounts of juice that came spurting out of the girl's pussy when she came Margaret too, had thoroughly enjoyed abusing the young girl and was contemplating his next step in her corruption when his driver opened the door at his home. Vincent went in without so much as a word to Marietta and quickly found himself fast asleep.

A week later....

Vincent was having a horrible week. Mayoral elections were coming up and his families 2 term incumbent front of a mayor was losing horribly. Women had just been granted the right to vote and Mr Earnest Johnson, the very well respected and completely straight candidate, seemingly had their vote wrapped up in the palm of his hand. Despite having bribed 1/2 of the electorate, the useless Vito Bitafore was dropping behind in the polls. Vincent was doing what he could but was at a complete loss as to how he was going to get the women's vote back from Mr Johnson. If he wins this election, we lose 1/2 the police force, 1/2 our immunity, 1/2 our dubious contracts and not only that but once he starts putting up a fight we're likely to lose a significant amount of influence on the streets. He CANNOT win.

Vincent Bonnano was fuming having just come back from a meeting with Earnest Johnson that lasted most of the afternoon, through diner and into the early evening. His attempt to bribe and threaten the candidate had failed miserably despite the generosity of his offer saying that he was an idealist and wanted to fix a 'broken' city. I offered the guy THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS and he still said NO? What the fuck. Vincent Bonnano always got what he wanted. He could have a full time employee just to carry around his watch if he wanted. He got Margaret Jane when she rejected him and was fast turning the virginal churchgoer into his own personal fuck toy. Ahhh, Margaret Jane... Now that's an idea....What woman wouldn't respect the opinion of the virginal, educated priest's daughter. Everybody knows that St Ursula's Church isn't paying tax, the last thing they would suspect is my involvement. Vincent allowed the corner of his stern face to drift up into the hints of a smile as his plan to use Margaret as part of his election campaign began to develop.

"Speak of the devil..." He muttered to himself as his Rolls Royce sped around a corner not far from St Ursula's Church. His eyes were fixed on the pink cardigan and white leggings that had drawn his attention on the side of the dark road. He looked Margaret up and down from behind as she skipped along the road in her own little world carrying a set of papers. The curves of her calves and tight ass were getting more evident as they drove up closer behind the preoccupied young girl. "Pull over behind that girl." Vincent quickly snapped at his driver. When they were over he glanced over at Guiseppe, the young and ambitious recently promoted extortionist ready to execute his every wish. "Grab that whore." Was the command. Guiseppe looked at the beautiful churchgirl quickly before glancing back at Vincent. "Isn't that the little girl from the church you are letting off taxes? Are you sure?" He asked with a confused look having no idea what was going on. "Don't make me ask you twice Guiseppe." Vincent growled back, his anger about the election returning anew.

Guiseppe didn't need to be reminded that you don't cross Vincent Bonnano and jumped out of the car faster than a jack rabbit. Creeping up behind the unsuspecting girl he couldn't help but take in the beautiful form of her body. Long curly brown hair hanging all the way down to her tight little ass, calves accentuated by her stockings as she merrily skipped along the street as smoothly as her sexy little Mary-Jane heels would allow.

As he got close enough to smell her perfume, Guiseppe jumped into action. He quickly wrapped his arm around her neck, muffling her screams with his hand over he cute red lips as he dragged her back into his body. His other hand reached around her body trying to grab a hold of the struggling girl. Her movements caused him to forcefully rip the pink cardigan from her lithe form as he struggled to gain control of the reluctant girl. Leaving the cardigan on the side of the street, he grabbed her around the waist with his other hand and dragged the helpless kicking girl towards the car. Uncerimoniously throwing her on the ground between the driver's partition and back seat, Guiseppe jumped in the car and slammed the door shut. "Drive." Came the command from Vincent.

"Miss me?" He asked the cowering girl on the floor beneath him as the car lurched forward, laughing at the experssion on her cute little face as she looked up and recognised Vincent. "Guiseppe, meet my fuck toy." He said, looking over at his shocked associate earning another shocked look as he began unbuckling his belt and lowering his trousers to not caring that Guiseppe was stitting next to him with the driver also in the car. "Well, what are you waiting for? You know what do slut" He growled, looking down at the helpless girl expectantly as he felt his soft cock twitch slightly through his silk boxers.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Lost in her own thoughts, she barely had time to react to the hand that was suddenly over her mouth and the arm that was pressed alarmingly against her poor throat. She screamed for help loud as she could, though that proved to be useless to do as the hand over her lips muffled her cries for help. No one was at this block for miles, leaving her alone with this horrible man. She naturally struggled, dropping the flyers she held in her hand along with her violin case, and tried to break free though the only thing that she broke was her poor cardigan.

While she continued to kick and scream for help, she was shoved into a car and landed on the floor, her summer dress pulled up to show her stockings and panties much to her dismay. While she groped blindly for her hem and tug it down, she felt the car move again and an all too familiar voice call out to the frightened, confused girl.

"Miss me?” Looking up, she saw Vincent Bonnano once again and he was grinning like the cat who ate the canary. She cowered and huddled on the floor, wincing as he laughed at her obvious fear. He made quick (and degrading) introductions to a Mr. ‘Guiseppe’, no doubt the person who got her kidnapped in the first place, and then he undid his bet and lowered his pants just enough for his boxers to be shown. "Well, what are you waiting for? You know what do slut."

It didn’t take a genius to realize what he wanted from her and she panicked. Why shouldn’t she panic? Of course, she wouldn’t struggle at his orders if it was just him and her alone like last time but with two other people watching her? Watching her take him in his mouth and hear her ashamed moans and sounds of arousal for this abuse? She felt violated even more, as if he had just reached forward and stripped her of all of her clothing right there and then. He might even do that to her soon if they were heading to anywhere but not her home.

Margaret shook her head, shivering as she tried to back away from him. The car was rather small though and she just had a few inches of precious space between them.

“Oh no, please,” Margaret begged, shaking her head as tears welled up in her large, blue eyes again. She looked at Guiseppe shyly, looking away as she felt her cunt become wet again against her will. It was obvious on her summer dress, a large, wet stain against her cotton panties and leggings. “Not in front of people! I… I just can’t! This is too much you’re asking from me now. I can’t do something like this.”

It’s either that, a voice hissed in her ear which sounded scarily a lot like her own mother Elizabeth Jane, and he just takes your virginity instead with this man watching? He might even ask the man to join in raping you! Do you really want that? Really? He could end up raping you, killing you and dumping you somewhere in the City and cover the case up. Is that what you want your mother and father to go through just because you’re too shy to suck him in front of just two people? Is it?

No… No! She didn’t want that at all. She didn’t want her parents to go through that. Also she… She had to admit, the idea of sucking in front of other people was rather arousing…

Looking down in shame and excitement, caving into her fears and desires, she crawled in between his legs and tugged off his boxers. Her breasts strained against her dress as she breathed heavily to try and calm himself as she helped take his cock out of his trousers and boxers with her shaking hands. She pulled away so she couldn’t get smacked with his cock again but noticed that he was soft. Does he expect her to make him hard? With people with them no less? It was better than the other option he had before him. She nibbled her lower lip in concentration as she led the limp dick in her soft, warm hand started to stroke it while taking the cock head in her shaking, breathy mouth to make it grow hard. It was still huge for a flaccid cock and she was scared of gagging around it again like last time.

Bobbing her head up and down, as she started to get into the motion, she felt the effects of her sucking do on the mobster. Feeling his eager cock twitch and grow in her mouth and tongue, she pulled back as it grew harder and longer in length, until it reached its full size and its cockhead touch her red, pouty lips, coating her lips with a fine sheen of the delicious precum again. She licked her lips as her hands continued to pump and stroke him, the precum flowing down his cock and making her hand become coated in it. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around the head and swallowed the cum with gusto, her pink tongue lapping his juices all up as her body started to react to what was happening again as her panties became soaked.

She moaned loudly, not able to control herself again, as she looked at the mobster with large, watery blue eyes that showed all of her emotions while she lowered her head back down again so she could suck on his cock properly. She pumped the rest of the cock she didn’t have in her talented little mouth up and down with one hand while the other caressed and massaged his balls. Her long, curly hair that framed her red, flushed face tickled his tights as strands of it fell from her shoulders as she moved in time of her head bobbing, her cute little tongue running up and down his cock visibly as she coated the monster of a cock with her drool.

 

[Polycoms]

Margaret's face when she looked up and saw Vincent smiling down at her was priceless. Shock, fear, arousal and innocence all flashed across her face in the few seconds that it took for her to take in her surroundings. Vincent's grin grew even wider as he watched the young girl try shake her head as if trying to get rid of an unpleasant thought as she tried to back away, only to find that there wasn't nearly as much room in the car as she would like. No, this isn't a bad dream. You're actually here and you know exactly what I want!

Realising that Vincent wanted to use her mouth while there were other people around only served to embarass and humiliate the helpless girl even further. “Oh no, please,” She begged, taking a quick look over at Guiseppe before staring demurely down at the floor again. “Not in front of people! I… I just can’t! This is too much you’re asking from me now. I can’t do something like this.”

Her words fell on deaf ears as both men just looked down at her, Vincent in obvious expectation and Guiseppe still in shock that such a beautiful, seemingly innocent, young girl was in such a position. Vincent watched as the motor's in Margaret's head worked overtime before realizing that she really didn't have much of a choice and would have to do EXACTLY what Vincent wanted.

Vincent watched the shaking, teary eyed beauty crawl over to him and look up into his piercing eyes pleadingly before surrendering to her fate and pulling down his boxers, her jump to avoid what she expected to be a hard cock in the face earning a laugh from the heartless gangster. The look Margaret had on her face as she moved forward and bit her lower lip softly made Vincent's cock jump. Such a sexy little face, I'll never get bored of this. When she finally surrounded the head in her sexy red lips and sucked it into her warm mouth, Vincent couldn't help letting out a loud groan. "Thats it slut, just like that."

Then she went to work.

God what a sexy sight. She really was born to suck cock. Vincent rested both of his hands on her head as she bobbed up and down on his long, hard length. The young girl's loud moan quickly snapped Guiseppe out of the state of shock that he was still in "Vince, the slut is wet. Look at her fucking dress, it's soaked." Came the almost breathless comment from Guiseppe. "Thats right, you love being my little cocksucking whore don't you?" He asked as he pulled Margaret up by the base of her dark chocolate locks and stared into her teary, but clearly very aroused eyes before slamming her head back down on him, forcing her to gag and try to pull her head back only to be met with the resistance of Vincent's firm hands.

Margaret continued giving Vincent the best blowjob of his life as the car sped along the streets of New York. She had added her sexy little hands into the mix and was pumping Vincent's drool covered cock with one and rubbing his balls with the other all while teasing him with her VERY talented tongue. Vincent reached down to grab one of her firm, heaving breasts through the thin summer dress and squeezed roughly. "Feel these breasts Guiseppe, they're fucking perfect. Wouldn't you love to have your cock in between them?" He asked his associate, gaining a harsh look up from the girl between his legs before she went back to work. Guiseppe was not soft or kind as he reached over and began mauling the helpless young churchgoer. "So fucking perfect..." He breathed out as they continued along.

Vincent felt his orgasm approaching as they neared the club they were heading to. "I'm going to cum in your mouth soon." He breathed out, almost as heavily as the girl between his legs, earning a look up from Margaret who still had his cock buried in her mouth. Fucking beautiful. "I want you to swallow ALL of it this time whore. If I see any spill out I'm going to let Guiseppe here watch when I fuck your sweet little pussy for the first time. Understand?" He growled down at her, not even earning a response before the girl lowered her head back down and continued getting her face fucked, all the time being roughly groped from behind by a man she had never even SEEN before.

The sensations soon became too much for Vincent. Her magical tongue was working wonders on his cock, her hair teasing his thighs as she moved up and down diligently, her breasts were being mauled from behind and the firm mounds pressed forward into his thighs regularly. And that's not even mentioning the moans. Margaret was moaning on his cock like a bitch in heat as she was used by two men in the back of a moving car. Her dress and stockings were soaked in her juice and the pleasure she was getting from being used was just too much for Vincent as he felt the first spurt leave his cock at almost the same time they pulled up outside his club. "Thats it!..... Take it!" Came the grunts of please as he began firing his seed into the mouth of the still virginal slut between his legs.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"Vince, the slut is wet. Look at her fucking dress, it's soaked."

Margaret felt shame and humiliation once again when the man who had gotten her into this situation, Guiseppe, noticed how wet she was. Was her arousal that obvious? She looked down to check it and saw there was a large stain on it, spread by the delicate material her dress was, and it stuck to her legs and cunt almost making it see through. She had a thought about it, a negative one at that, when Vincent said something, on how she was his whore, and yanked the back of her head up to looking into her watery eyes as he spoke those cruel words and made her pull away from his cock. Then he slammed her back down, before she could do anything, and gagged and coughed like no tomorrow as she was struggling to get back into the motions. She was so fearful, though. Having three men

Her moans became louder until it filled the car, partly because she was enjoying this and partly because she wanted to drown out anymore comments from him but that didn’t work. She heard him offer her breasts like he owned them to Guiseppe while groping one himself and she couldn’t do anything besides give him a pale imitation of her mother’s glare as Guiseppe eagerly took up Vincent’s offer.

Feeling another man’s hands on her, she cried out in protest but could do nothing. If anything, she shuddered and arched her back, giving him better access to her heaving, full breasts and perky nipples that were poking the thin fabric. His grip on her was strong, rough and she was fearful on what else he could do with those hands if she did something to anger him. Vincent would certainly let Guiseppe do something to her if she upset him so perhaps it was best she didn’t let that happen.

She couldn’t lie that it simply disgusted her though. It was something that had never been done to her before and she found herself bucking hips all the while time was Guiseppe manhandling of her. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious but with her luck, it was going to be noticed and noted happily by Vincent. She shivered for the briefest of seconds from pure arousal and nothing more and simply continued to suck and bob her head and pump and caress his balls and cock since that was the only thing that kept him from raping her. Then he spoke to her again, his voice tight and heavy with his lust.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth soon,” he told her and it made her look at him with wide eyes. The last time he had cummed on her, he literally drenched her in his cum and she felt nervous at the mere thought of swallowing it all. She couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t. She tried to talk, even with his cock in her mouth, her eyes pleading for mercy when he added, "I want you to swallow ALL of it this time whore. If I see any spill out I'm going to let Guiseppe here watch when I fuck your sweet little pussy for the first time. Understand?"

She nodded, fearful of the man keeping his promise, and worked the mobster’s eager length with gusto as she blew him like her life depended on it. It literally did. She kissed his cock, bobbed her head up and down, licked the length of his cock up and down and sucked on his heavy balls even as her hands worked on his dick with needy desperation while Guiseppe from behind rubbed and twisted her nipples and grinded her breasts together with excitement of getting to abuse such perfect breasts like hers. She felt his length pressed up between her buttocks, feeling it throb, and it only made Margaret try harder in pleasing Vincent.

Vincent came without any warning, a warning that Margaret needed since it took her by surprise. The young churchgoer choked on the mobster’s cum as it flooded her mouth, tears running down her face as it was pumped down her throat and she had no choice to swallow it. She whimpered when she felt her cunt become more enflamed and sensitive now, the taste of the cum making her unleashed lusts become more heated. Closing her eyes, she swallowed it all lie she drank his cum everyday and did not miss a single drop of it as he continued to dump it all in her throat like she was some sort of cum disposal.

Pulling back, Margaret was breathing heavily and coughing and was still being fondled by the eager Guiseppe when she noticed the car had stopped… At a club, where there were many people outside waiting to get in. People that were paying attention to the car that had parked outside the swinging club, a known place for mobsters and better known for being the Parlor of Sins for what took place in there. Poor Margaret’s heart stopped and she looked at Vincent with pleading eyes as she tried in vain to hide her arousal by trying to cover the large, wet spot that literally made the front of her dress stick to her crotch and make it all but see through.

“Don’t make me go outside like this!” Margaret begged between her coughs, tears streaming down her face as she tried in vain to wipe away the juices that were on her skirt and stockings. “Please! Please! Don’t make me go outside like this or at least not wearing this. Can’t I wear something else? Oh God, have mercy on me! I did what you wanted me to do.”

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent came torrents. He had been so worked up over the past week with the election that he had hardly had time to find a whore to use. The stress coupled with the incredible memories of how hot little Margaret had been when he surprised her at home had built up a massive load of cum in his heavy balls. The first few shots fired against the back of the helpless girl's throat causing her to pull up slightly and begin choking on his cock. Guiseppe is in for a bit of a treat - I bet she SCREAMS when I take that cherry.

Vincent's reverie was broken when Margaret forced herself back down on his cock to take the rest of him cum down her throat. The noises she was making (a combination of her moaning, crying and choking) were the sexiest thing Vincent had ever heard and only spurred him on to cum even MORE into Margaret's sweet little mouth. "Thats it," Vincent groaned out, softly caressing Margaret's cheek as his orgasm finally died down. "Good little cum slut."

Finally having enough sense to look around Vincent noticed two things; they were outside the club he had wanted to go to and Guiseppe was still enjoying Margaret's tits. "OK Guiseppe, you've had your fun, let go of the little whore now." Came the first command as he took in the flustered, still panting, young girl before him.

Vincent realized that they had been stationary for quite some time and they were now drawing a crowd. I guess seeing a Rolls Royce with what looked like two passengers add a stunning flushed little blonde into the mix will do that... "Looks like you have some fans, slut" He commented offhandedly, motioning over to the group of young professionals gawking at the group in the car. "Time to go in." Vincent surmised, stuffing his soft, wet cock back into his boxers and pulling up his trousers.

The shocked look on Margaret's face said it all as she looked over at her admirers “Don’t make me go outside like this!” Her cries earned one of Vincent's signature grins as he looked down, taking in the wetness and stickiness of Margaret's dress and stockings. Vincent's eyes made their way slowly back up her body, taking in her rock hard nipples pressed through her bra and thin dress before looking her before looking into her tear-filled, pleading eyes “Please! Please! Don’t make me go outside like this or at least not wearing this. Can’t I wear something else? Oh God, have mercy on me! I did what you wanted me to do.”

The last comment earned a laugh from him. "Wear something else?" He asked menacingly. "Why, are you afraid somebody might recognize you for the slut that you really are?" Vincent continued, pulling Margaret up to her feet and reaching his hand down under the hem of her dress and sliding it under the saturated panties that she still wore. Vincent rubbed the helpless girl's engorged clit firmly, earning a few pleading moans before sliding his hand away and ripping away the flimsy white material. "Thats what you can wear." He growled, as he held the soaked panties up to her face before smearing her juices over her teary face, making her face glisten in the dim light and forcing Margaret to smell her arousal. "Now, if you don't have any more wardrobe requests, lets go inside." Vincent teased, giving Margaret's tight ass a hard slap and forcing her out the door.

Vincent led his entourage towards the front of the line, making sure that Margaret was closest to the crowd. This should teach her not to get so fucking wet when we're still in public. I bet she loves it. About half way down the line, Vincent let his hand slip down under Margaret's sticky dress and cupped her left asscheek firmly without breaking stride. Leaning over he couldn't help but whisper in the embarassed girl's ear "Looks like you're going to be popular tonight. How does it feel to know that every man in that line wants to bend you over the nearest obstacle and fuck you senseless?"

Vincent's eyes were locked straight forward as he walked into the club, leaving Guiseppe to deal with the bouncer. Vincent and Margaret quickly made their way into the dark club and took a side door into his personal VIP room without even walking through the main club. Music could be heard from the main room, the slightly darker than usual swing Jazz that was the rage at the time a more comfortable volume than it would be in the main rooms. The personal room was quite small with a booth, a couch and a small opening that was the bar entrance the only features. Vincent gave Margaret's firm ass a solid squeeze before removing his hand and giving her another hard spank in the direction of the booth. "Sit down. Get a drink for the three of us and wait for me in that booth." He commanded before turning around and walking out of the VIP room through the door that they had just walked through.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Perhaps it was dumb of her to expect mercy from a man who just wanted payback over being jilted. She only realized that lesson when he pulled her to her feet for some abuse, rubbing her clit visibly under her skirt to the people that were staring in the car and then pulling her panties from her again. The pain of it being tugged between her lips compared to nothing as he rubbed her face with her soaking panties, smearing her face with her juices. Margaret sobbed quietly as they all got out of the car, only able to cross her arms to hide her hard nipples and hope just hope that the dim lights didn’t show her tears that mixed with her juices.

Going through the crowd full of known mobsters, hitmen, killers and criminals in general was a horrible, scarring experience Margaret hoped she didn’t have to go through any time soon again. The people, known bad guys with famous, violent histories, staring at her state was humiliating and simply scary. She hung close to Vincent even if she felt ashamed that she needed to relay on him to protect her mostly because of how people were simply staring at her as they passed by. She kept her head down, refusing to see anyone and not even Vincent’s shameless groping of her rear made her look up. He still got a reaction from her though. A whimper and a small, “Don’t leave me alone with them” that was filled with hopeless resignation that she was in his hands and he could do with her as he pleased – Long as she kept him satisfied, of course.

If there was one thing she was relieved about tonight, it was that they took a side door to get to their destination instead of the main club itself and letting everyone see her sorry state. They entered the room and with one more, degrading slap to her ass, Vincent ordered her to make drinks and wait for them before he set off somewhere. Margaret stared at his back before he left, the dark Jazz music become louder before the door was shut. Letting her just stand there, shaking like a small leaf in the dead of winter for a few seconds, she quickly went to the door of where the personal minibar to do as she was told. The last thing she wanted on her hands was an even more enraged Vincent angry with her.

Having attended parties before, she knew how to mix drinks well enough. She did so, making three drinks though she never touched alcohol in her life. After that, she went ahead and tried to clean up the remains of her dignity she had left. It was the only thing she had control of in this horrible situation after all. Using the napkins there and some water, she wiped the juices away on her face and tried to dry off her dress and stockings. When she got all she could, she threw them away in the waste basket nearby and set the drinks down on the booth and… Just stood there, looking around just to satisfy her curiosity.

The room was, of course, expensively furnished with both the designs to show off one’s wealth and to make sure whatever happened in this rooms stayed in this room without anyone knowing unless they opened the door and strolled right inside. The private room was smaller and more, of course, private for only a certain number of people, maybe just a handful and that was it, hence why they were here because he was… Her stomach felt something cold settle in. Why would he bring her here? He could have just dropped her off or even left her outside to by further humiliated to walk all the way home in the state he had left her. No, instead, he had taken her in and told her to wait for him to come back.

No doubt with Guiseppe but who else? She didn’t drink, he must know that with how much he’s been stalking her these days. He hated her but not enough to make her drink those expensive alcohols he had. Was there someone else who was going to be here? Was she going to be the entertainment somehow? The criminal had something more for her tonight and she almost passed out at the thought of it.

She looked at the door, her only way out of here, and thought about her options now. Could she leave and get out of here? Perhaps. Did she want to leave? No, not at all if she’s in this state and there were so many people outside there who apparently wanted to ‘fuck her’. The idea of them sexually assaulting to her, or even taking turns with her if Vincent wasn’t there or if he let them when he found out she was trying to escape, scared her and prompted her to just sit down and wait for the man to come back with Guiseppe and hopefully just Guiseppe.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent had spotted Carmine Liuzzi, the son of Don Liuzzi, in the foyer when he had led Margaret into the club. Both were around the same age and their friendship had been fostered by their fathers since childhood to build a trusting alliance for the future. Although not as powerful as the Bonnanno family, Carmine was an ally that Vincent valued tremendously and would need his help when the time came for him to officially replace his father as Don. I think we'll have some entertainment tonight. He had thought as he led the unobservant girl into his room.

Making his way over to the main part of the club, he was quickly greeted by both Guiseppe and the manager of his club. "Welcome Vince, glad you could make it today. Anything I can assist you with personally?" Came the subservient greeting of his manager. "Yea, get me two of the outfits that the whores use. Put them in a bag and be back here before I'm done speaking with Carmine." He commanded dismissively as he turned away from the man and walked over to his old friend, Guiseppe in tow, eyes constantly scanning for dangers as this wasn't exactly the safest place in the world. I hope she doesn't try to run.... I would hate for somebody else to take that sweet little cherry.

Vincent crept up behind his childhood friend and happily slapped him on the back. "Hey old friend. Good to see you enjoying my fine establishment here. How have you been?" He asked, his smile genuine for once. The friends caught up for a bit when the manager came up behind them and handed Guiseppe a bag of clothes before disappearing. "That's my cue gentlemen." Vincent said before turning around to walk off. "Oh, and Carmine. Don't go anywhere. I've got a surprise for you in a bit." His dismissive comment earned an inquisitive look from his Friend. Vincent Bonnano never did things half heartedly. This would be good.

Leading Guiseppe away with him, Vincent walked back to the private room and stationed his man outside before heading with the bag to inform his little toy what was going to happen. Finding Margaret sat down with three drinks in front of her was pleasing for Vincent as he walked up and over to the young girl, watching her stand up as he approached. "Good girl." He teased as he drew her still aroused but slightly more composed body into his own hard body. "I have a task for you, sweetie." Vincent continued to tease as his hand made it's way down to her bare cunt beneath the flimsy dress she still wore. "If you do well with this." Came the harsh whisper in the no-so-innocent girl's ear as he began playing with her tight little pussy, rubbing her clit around mercilessly and slowly sticking a thick finger into her dripping hole to feel her still in tact hymen. "I'll let you cum for me." He said as he pinched the helpless girl's clit between his fingers while biting softly on her ear lobe. "Is that what you want slut? To be able to cum for me?" He continued his ministrations as he continued to whisper in Margaret's ear, bringing her closer and closer to climax as his talented fingers continued to work her dripping pussy.

When she was right on the brink, Vincent suddenly pulled away and walked over to the table with his drink. Slowly taking a sip and still facing away from Margaret he offhandely laid out what was going to happen. "There are two outfits in that bag. Guiseppe will take you to the bathroom across the hall where you will select one to wear. You will come back into this room and entertain my colleagues and I. I expect you to stip for us. There will be a chair that you may use. If you do well, I will give you what you want." Vincent finally turned around to view the horrified expression on the franticly horny girl's face, his grin evident on his face.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm sure you don't want Guiseppe to have to force you to change.... Although I am quite sure he would enjoy it.." Vincent watched as the frightened girl quickly hurried out of the room with the bag he had left, enjoying the view of her tight ass shaking as she walked away, the firm globes clear through her now see-through dress.

Once Margaret had left, Vincent made his way out towards the main room again sans Guinseppe. Finding the manager he demanded a heavy chair to be brought into his private room before making his way over to Carmine. "Well hello again old friend." He greeted when he got within shouting distance over the loud music. "I told you I had a surprise for you and believe me you wont be disappointed. Come with me. Vincent said after the normal introductions had been made.

Vincent was pleased to see that the chair was placed in front of the seating as he had requested when he re-entered the room with his friend. Taking a seat on the couch nearest the chair, Vincent motioned Carmine over to the booth and indicated a drink for him. "Well Vince, I was expecting a bit more than a free drink if I'm honest with you." Carmine said playfully. Vincent just grinned back at him knowingly "Just trust me. Sit the fuck down and wait." Carmine nodded, secretly pleased that he had been able to get away a little jibe at the untouchable Vincent as he sat down.

Both men were deep in conversation about their childhood when they they were drawn to the opening door by the increasingly loud music. Vincent looked over at Carmine eager to see his reaction to what he knew was stepping through the door.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Seeing Vincent come back through the door, she quickly stood up as he approached as she knew he wanted her to do that. He pressed himself against her again, making her feel him, and she kept her eyes averted even when she felt his hand lower down to touch her trembling, wet cunt to play with. It was only then, when he was touching her there, did she look up at him with clearly aroused eyes. She audibly panted, her cheeks reddening in arousal and confusion as he continued to play with her. He still had so much energy and she was still recovering! How could he keep doing all of this to her? Wasn’t he ever going to just stop?

"I have a task for you, sweetie," he told her with that grin on his face as he continued to play with her body, touching her the same way he had done at the Hotel. It sent shivers up her spine, made breathy moans and whimpers come across her lips again. She tried to deny that fact it felt amazing, that his fingers were making her wet once again though she tried so hard to stay composed, but she couldn’t and herself quickly becoming wet again proved that. "If you do well with this, I'll let you cum for me. Is that what you want, slut? To be able to cum for me?"

The shaking girl said nothing, enjoying his abuse on her cunt to the point she was about to orgasm but then he pulled back as if he knew she was about to. It caused Margaret to cry out in dismay, shivering from how close she was to an orgasm. She gritted her teeth as he moved away from her, the smugness from him just radiating from the man as she felt tears streak down her face as frustration, denial, arousal and actual hatred mixed together in one toxic component

“No… Please let me cum,” she begged, looking at him with confused eyes as she followed after him but grew even more confused when he pushed a bag into her hands. “What…?”

"There are two outfits in that bag,” he told her when she tried to inspect it for herself. She felt her stomach sink when she saw it was the type of outfits the ‘dancers’, a polite way to say ‘strippers’, are supposed to wear. “Guiseppe will take you to the bathroom across the hall where you will select one to wear. You will come back into this room and entertain my colleagues and I. I expect you to strip for us. There will be a chair that you may use. If you do well, I will give you what you want."

At first, she was hesitant but then Vincent hinted that Guiseppe wouldn’t mind tearing her clothes off and feeling her up again and that was when she bolted out of there and shot across the hall to the bathroom so no one would see her. It was mean to Guiseppe but she just didn’t know him. Only God knows what he’ll do with her if she was alone with him. Going to the restroom, she composed herself first. She had a feeling ‘well’ didn’t include ‘bursting into tears and dropping to her knees, crying for her parents’. Washing her face, she dried it and her wet cunt, ignoring the urge to just masturbate there and then and get out of there since she could end up in worse situation than she was in now.

Going through the bag, she saw the two outfits and saw she had very little choice in picking which one. Either way, she was going to end up getting it off herself in any case…

Minutes later, after using some make up she had found in the bag to make her cheeks more pink, her eyes more dark and sultry which caused her blue eyes to stand out more and making her lips a striking red, she stared at herself in the mirrors for a long time before heading outside of the restroom. Hurrying across the hall, so no one saw her, she stopped at the door and take a deep, shuddering breath as she pushed it open and went in.

Stepping through the door and into the room for the men, Margaret kept her head down as she wore the second outfit that was there for her. It covered her more, not a lot but more than the first outfit did, and it complimented her full, naturally curvy figure with and her dark, chocolate brown hair and big blue eyes if she actually lifted her face and looked at the three occupants now that Guiseppe followed her and closed the door. She felt his eyes on her plump, tight rear as he went to seat with the others, not wanting to see the look of mixed shock, pleasant surprise and pure lust on Carmine’s face and the smug superiority that Vincent no doubted had on his handsome features.

(And were all young mobsters this handsome like this trio in front of her? She wasn’t sure and she felt even sillier for even thinking of that)

“He-Hello…” Margaret said, pressing her thighs together so they wouldn’t notice how wet she was right now thanks to being back in the room where Vincent. They would though, seeing how they seemed to notice everything about her these days. Her face was a harsh red, tears being blinked frantically away from her scared blue eyes. “I… I’m supposed to be stripping for you to-to-tonight. I… I hope you enjoy the show and…”

Her tongue just refused to work and she knew, at that moment, she had to start her little show just so she could get rid of the tension she felt in between her legs. Walking over to the chair where she was obviously supposed to perform on, her hips moving back and forth and simply rolling with need since she never walked in heels this high before, she sat down on it and doubled over, revealing the back of her smooth, tanned neck as she slowly sat up straight while tugging off her gloves, her hips thrusting in their direction like she was being fucked already. Breathy, needy pants came from her full, fuckable lips as her eyes darkened with lust and shame as she withered on the chair for their enjoyment.

Tossing the gloves away, her face now turned away to the right to avoid eye contact with them as her face turned a brighter red, she snapped the garters off her legs that connected her stockings to her thighs and raised one leg up as she slowly unrolled one them off her to reveal her tanned, taut skin of her long, long leg after it was unrolled away completely. She repeated the same step, revealing her mile long legs that she kept hidden under her skits.

Standing up after putting back her kinky heels on, she walked around the chair for one full circle while she sashayed her hips and ran her hand up and down her toned stomach before she was back from where she started and then turned around and bent over, wiggling her hips for them to look at her as she unlaced the back of her corset/dress/bra with one hand as she raised the hem of it up to reveal the tiny, black thong she wore they utterly showed her full, tight, delectable ass with her other hand.

Finishing her unlacing, she stood up straight, turned around and slid back in the chair and spread her legs wide around as she pulled the dress/corset bra over herself, teasingly and slowly like she had with the other times she stripped away another piece of her slutty clothing, and revealed her bouncing, jiggling breasts as she jumped a bit in the seat to get the dress off her head and tossed the dress away from her. She was just in her heels and thong now and she was flushed and it was obvious she was doing the whole thing. Margaret was sweaty all over, her body shivering, her thong drenched with her juices and her nipples pointing upwards due to all the stimulation she felt from her situation.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent watched Carmine's jaw literally DROP when Margaret walked in the room. He had planned to tease his friend about his reaction but it was so strong that he had to turn around and look himself. Wow. Now that is SEXY. She's dressed like a fucking slut but STILL looks like an innocent church girl somehow.. He thought as his hungry eyes roved up and down Margaret's exposed body remembering how every curve felt in his hands from the previous week. I'm sure glad I didn't take a look at those outfits.

"Wow Vince. She's amazing. Where'd you find her?" Carmine finally managed to get out as Margaret made her way over to the chair slightly uncomfortably. Carmine's question drew Vincent's eyes away from Margaret's enticing body long enough for him to look over at his friend, grin and almost laugh back his reply "Found her at the church. She's the daughter of one of the priests." This was definately not the response Carmine expected. The heir to the Liuzzi throne quickly dismissed Vincents comment with a 'huff' and mumbled something to himself as he turned back to face the beauty in front of him.

“He-Hello…” Came the introduction, her obvious shyness only making her look even more sexy as she finally looked up at the group through her bright blue eyes. Everybody except Vincent put her squirming down to shyness as she rubbed her thighs together. What a little slut, she's already turned on from being exposed like this. I'm going to like this one. “I… I’m supposed to be stripping for you to-to-tonight. I… I hope you enjoy the show and…” Her words stopped in her throat as she visibly forced back a torrent of tears. She better not fucking back out now. Vincent gave the young girl a fierce look as she hesitated before them. "Fuck me, maybe she IS a church girl. So shy, so sexy." Carmine muttered, loud enough for everybody to hear.

Vincent was about to take action when Margaret finally went to sit down on the chair and began her show. It was the sexiest thing he had seen in his life. Margaret's shyness quickly evaporated as she began to move and she picked up on stripping almost as quickly as she picked up on how to suck cock. By the time she had taken off her stockings and revealed her long, smooth legs, all three men were rock hard. Guiseppe tried making a teasing comment and was quickly shut up by Vincent. She's really starting to get into this, I can see those nipples poking out already. FUCK.

When she jumped up a bit to get the corset/dress off, Carmine bit back a gasp and had to reach down to adjust himself quite visibly. A bounce like that and those firm tits barely even MOVE, so fucking sexy. Watching Margaret tease them slowly and mercilessly was torture in the best possible form. All three men were panting almost as hard as the righteous churchgoer performing for them, her obvious arousal only intensifying their own. Margaret's shaking, sweat covered, near nude body was the most sensual and sexy thing that any of the men had ever seen.

"Perfect." Was the one and only word from Carmine as Margaret finally slumped down in the chair, only her thong remaining and it visibly soaked in her juice. If only it wasn't black I'd be able to see that sweet little cunt. Taking a minute to compose himself and adjust his raging erection, Vincent decided that Guiseppe had witnessed more than enough and the last thing he wanted was somebody bursting in on them while this progressed. "Watch the door Guiseppe" He said dismissively. The big extortionist was about to complain when he came to his senses, started thinking with his bigger head and bit back his reply before swiftly leaving the room to stand outside.

"Well Carmine, I take it by your reaction that you're impressed with my little surprise. Was the first thing out of Vincent's mouth after Guiseppe left. Margaret was still panting in arousal sat on the chair, slowly coming out of the trance-like state she had been in throughout her little performance. "She really is a church girl. At least the 99% of the city that don't know she's really just a little fucking whore. Vincent's comment earning a shocked look from his friend. His attention then turned to Margaret before growling lustfully at her "Isn't that right Margaret? Tell Carmine what you are."

Carmine didn't know what to think, his emotions were so jumbled up that he had stopped trying to think of anything other than the sexy little thing panting barely 10 feet in front of him. "Fuck me." Was all he could get out. "No Carmine, unfortunately that won't be happening. You see, my little fucktoy here is still a virgin believe it or not and there is only one person who will be changing that." Vincent teased, taking full advantage of the shock that his friend was in. "I will however, let you feel what you're missing out on." His piercing gaze drifted over to the aroused girl before him, locking on those pouty, deep red open lips before moving up to Margaret's eyes. "Go and dance for him slut. I want to see you rub yourself all over him. Let him feel what only I can have." Vincent's tone left no room for negotiation.

Vincent couldn't take his eyes off the delectable form of the stunning brunette before him as she waltzed over to his oldest friend slightly uncomfortably in those long heels wearing only a soaked little thong. When she was almost on top of Carmine, he couldn't help but burst the man's bubble "Oh, and Carmine. No touching." He let out, grinning evilly at the man's reaction.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

The men staring at her throughout her ‘show’ terrified the girl to the point she retreated in a trance-like state so she didn’t stop everything and begged for mercy. When she sat down and finally looked up at them, they were all staring at her intently and she saw how all of them were aroused. A thought came into her mind and she was scared of it. What if Vincent decided he’ll ‘share’ her with them? He and this new man were close friends, enough that Vincent trusted him to let her be seen like this, and she had to reassure herself of one thing: The criminal heir was too selfish to let anyone else take her or use her body.

It wasn’t much but it helped her relax enough that she didn’t stand up and flee from the room.

"Perfect," said the man said in regards to her performance. She sarcastically thanked him in the back of her head as she clamed herself down. The girl could not describe her relief now that Guiseppe was out of here and only two people were now observing how hot and aroused she was.

Coming back from the detached state she made herself go into just to survive this ordeal, she pulled herself together as she listened to Vincent’s degrading comments on her to his clearly aroused friend. "… She really is a church girl. At least the 99% of the city that don't know she's really just a little fucking whore.” She only hoped it stayed that way. If her parents found out what she was doing with other people, she knew they would die of a broken heart. This was all done to keep her virginity but the lengths she went through… Was it going to be worth it in the end? She hoped so. "Isn't that right Margaret? Tell Carmine what you are."

“I’m… I’m a little fucking slut,” Margaret said, in between her pants, the tears gone from her eyes but the shameful arousal flush and her hard nipples and wet twat was not. She stopped and added, for the sake of brownie points, “I’m a r-real fucking slut. I… I love doing this for him.”

"Fuck me,” the man said, his voice sounding like someone was strangling him at the moment. It sounded like an order though. An order he wanted nothing more in the world to happen. Margaret felt the intense feeling of fear rush back into her and she knew she was going to her Vincent go, “Try her out” as a way to humiliate her more and then have Carmine rush over, rip her thong off her defenceless body and—

"No Carmine, unfortunately that won't be happening,” Vincent said in a casual tone, looking so smug at the moment at the crestfallen look at his friend’s horny, flushed face. “You see, my little fucktoy here is still a virgin believe it or not and there is only one person who will be changing that."

Margaret let herself breath when Vincent had put an end to that horrible scenario. Carmine looked unhappy with it but nodded and would do nothing to say otherwise. He cared for Vincent as they were childhood friends and, frankly, he knew the Bannano heir knew ten ways to kill him if he pissed him off somehow. It looks like he had put a lot of energy to get this little girl to be under his thumb and he knew how possessive his friend was to things that was ‘his’. Margaret had mixed feelings about this whole thing. Not only had she gotten a name of this strange man but also confirmation that Vincent would never ever share her with anyone. It was a bittersweet victory now that she thought about the statement in a broader sense. He’ll never let her go. He’ll never let her have a normal life, perhaps. He’ll never let her get married to anyone. He’ll never let her rest. The idea simply upset her until she got wind of his next words.

“…I will however, let you feel what you're missing out on." Uh oh.

The shy churchgoer flinched as he stared back at her, her lips at first to be more precisely, before looking at her big, deep blue eyes as she flinched some more at how intense his gaze was. "Go and dance for him, slut. I want to see you rub yourself all over him," Vincent then told her, ordered her with his voice laced in steel and promises of Very Bad Things to happen to her if she refused this task, while gesturing over to the now grinning Carmine. “Let him feel what only I can have”

Carmine knew better than to complain since this would be the only way he would feel what this little slut would have felt under him if he had gotten a chance to fuck her. He imagined all the sorts of gropes and slaps and small finger fucks he would give her as she literally rubbed her sticky, slutty juices all over him. She knew that as well, she wasn’t an idiot, and she hesitated for a second, actually looking at them with a shocked look like she was going to run for the hills but she didn’t and instead strutted to him, smiling at him nervously with a clear look of ‘Don’t Hurt Me’ across her nervous, pretty face.

The friend of Vincent looked her up and down like she was a piece of meat, taking in all the details of her near naked body as she stood there until she lowered herself onto his lap, her hands on the booth’s cousin so she could steady herself. Her breasts heaved up and down in front of Carmine’s face, her pink, perky nipples just begging him to do something to him. Margaret braced herself for the mauling Carmine no doubt wanted to commit on her body with his twitching, eager hands as she was about to start her dance but then Vincent said in a casual tone as he observed the two, "Oh, and Carmine… No touching.”

Relief and dismay, obviously from Margaret and Carmine respectively, was clear on their faces and Margaret felt better now. Enough to not cry as she did her lap dance for him, at least.

She looked at him and said, “I… I promise to make this g-good, Mr. Carmine…” before she started her little slut act.

Sitting on his lap, letting him feel her soaked cunt and wet thong, Margaret started to grind her pelvis against his with deliberation and grace that only veteran sluts had over years of practicing. She didn’t bother to hide the wince, or whimper of pleasant surprise, when she felt how hard he was for her. It gave her a surprising rush of pride, and nothing more, to know that she was the sole reason why he had that erection in his pants. The fact he couldn’t touch her, feel her, helped as well. She pressed her body up against his, letting him feel the warmth that radiated from her taut, eager form as her hands caressed his face and neck as they went lower and lower until they touched his belt.

She tugged on the belt every time she jerked her hips against his raging erection, as if she would pull it off and mount him any second. She didn’t do. She simply danced for him, showing her body that glowed in the dim lights of the VIP room they were in. “I hope you like this,” she whispered seductively, she hoped it was seductive, in his ears, the words punctuated by needy moans and cries of delight.

She rubbed herself all over him, making her nipples drag across his expensive suit and soak it in her cunt juices. She pulled her cunt away from his pelvis away as she picked up his glass and, out of a spur of a moment, dumped it across her tits and moaned out loud as the cool drink ran down her body and made her tits, her toned stomach and wet, eager cunt, that was stuck to the thin thong that it was like a second skin now, glimmer as she rubbed herself against him.

Her hands were running up and down his chest, his thighs, dipping in between him as if she would, before pulling them back out and knowing he could do nothing to her since Vincent was with her. It made her feel… Excited, happy even given how she was being controlled by Vincent himself. It was nice to have some control out of everyone and the flushed color in her cheeks, the twinkle in her eyes and the small, eager smile that quirked her lips showed this very much.

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent's grin hardly moved from his face as he watched the uncertain girl begin to move towards his friend. She was clearly frightened of what the unknown gangster would do to her once she got withing touching distance and Vincent reveled in the power he had over both of them. His eyes were glued to Margaret's tight little body as she swayed her hips, seductively making her way over to Carmine.

Watching her slide up and over top of Carmine grabbing onto the top of the booth behind his head, Vincent felt his jaw drop. God, look at those tits just sticking straight up into Carmine's face... Maybe I should have gotten her to give ME the lapdance. The look of fear was crystal clear in the young girl's face as she looked down at Carmine.

The fear quickly disappeared with Vincent's comment of 'no touching' and all that was left of the churchgoer's face was pure lust and arousal with just a touch of embarrassment as she barely managed to stammer out “I… I promise to make this g-good, Mr. Carmine…” before lowering her soaked cunt down onto the stranger's lap, earning a loud groan from the tortured man.

Vincent watched the dance with an open jaw as Margaret writhed around, moaning like a bitch in heat. Talk about 'inner slut,' fuck me. This little whore has it in spades. Vincent continued to watch Margaret get more and more into the dance as she started trying to fuck Carmine through his trousers and drag her rock hard nipples up and down his chest earning groan after groan from his old friend. "No....fucking way.... are you... a... virgin." Carmine struggled out, his arousal reaching its peak while the slutty little brunette continued to grind her sweet little pussy into his aching cock through what was quickly becoming a soaked pair of trousers. “I hope you like this,” He barely heard as Margaret whispered in his ear, flicking her tongue out against Carmine earlobe.

Vincent would have laughed out loud if he wasn't so aroused himself as he watched Carmine jam his twitch hands under him to stop them from roving around. Thats right, 'no touching' means 'no touching' He thought, pleased with his level of control over the young man sitting down less than 10 feet away. Vincent reached down to adjust his aching cock as he continued to watch the show taking in the clenching of Margaret's tight little ass and legs and she moved herself up and down as if trying to fuck herself through Carmine's clothing.

When the little virgin sat back a bit and threw his drink all over herself, moaning loudly it was just too much for Carmine. He pressed himself up slightly, his hard cock coming into contact with the young girl's cunt through their soaked clothes and moved his hands around to grab firmly on her curvy, tight ass. Carmine groaned out loudly as he ground himself into the virgin churchgoer, loving the feel of her twitching pussy against him through their paper thin clothes. It didn't take many thrusts from the gangster before he was screaming out in pleasure "Oh god... FUCK!" as he felt his cock unload within his trousers.

Vincent was slow to act, Margaret's little show with the drink putting even himself into a slight daze. It wasn't until he heard Carmine grunt out that he fully understood what was happening. He was quick to move and jumped over to the entangled couple forceably throwing Carmine onto the floor away from the writing girl. Looking down with disappointment but also a hint of understanding in his eyes he couldn't help but grin at the massive wet spot on his trousers from their couple's combined juices. If this was anybody else, they'd be in a fucking river... But Carmine? Let just embarrass the fucker a bit.

"Get out. Don't go to the bathroom to change, don't go to get your 'help' just get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and put you in a fucking river." He growled, his eyes piercing deep into his friend's soul letting him know this was not the time to fuck about. Carmine was quick to understand and jumped up to run out of the room almost before Vincent was finished speaking.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Vincent turned his attention back to Margaret who was hunched over the nearby table trying to regain her breath. Vincent slid up behind her and grabbed the base of her curly chocolate hair pulling back ever so slightly before leaning in to gently bite down on Margaret's neck. "You're my little slut and mine alone." He husked seductively in her ear as his left hand made its way down her body, briefly bushing up against the firm curve of her breast before finding its home buried inside the helpless girl's panties. "Now, you've been a good little whore tonight." He continued, his talented fingers working their way over her sopping cunt, teasing the franticly horny girl in front of him as he pressed his rock solid cock into her from behind, grinding it firmly against Margaret's clenching ass cheeks. "Is my little toy ready for her reward?"

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

It was fun, even exciting, for Margaret until she realized he had his hands on him even though he wasn’t supposed to be touching her at all. Feeling Carmine grab her ass and tug her down, making their sexes rub each other so hard that she felt his clothed cockhead push open her cunt lips just a bit; Margaret let out a scream of surprise and could do nothing as he rubbed and practically humped her cunt with his eager cock. She tried to get away but his grip on her was too strong and it frightened her to no end since it seems likes Vincent was allowing him. She sobbed as he did so, begging him to stop it as she felt him cum in his pants and even felt his cum seep through his expensive pants out and rub against her just as wet thong. Margaret cried out again in surprise and through her teary eyes, she quickly wiped his cum away to keep it from getting in her. She didn’t want to get pregnant! She was a good girl!

Thinking that she was going to end up violated in the one way she didn’t want, Margaret couldn’t lie that she wasn’t relieved when Vincent’s possessiveness kicked in after he got his bearings and all but threw Carmine from her by tossing him to the floor. She slid down under and pulled away to a nearby table, kneeling and doubling over as she tried to calm herself. That was too close for comfort for herself. That was too close! What if Vincent didn’t mind and let Carmine even use her more after that? That was too scary for her and she got some twisted satisfaction from hearing Vincent rip Carmine a ‘new one’, as the others her age said, for touching what was ‘his’.

"Get out. Don't go to the bathroom to change; don't go to get your 'help',” Vincent snarled to the pale but satisfied Carmine as he was already standing up and rushing to the door to escape the Bonnano heir’s wrath. “Just get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and put you in a fucking river."

Carmine left the room, much to her relief as she relaxed herself and thought properly now. Who knew his selfishness would actually help her, considering it was the same thing that made her get into this. But you liked it, a voice pointed out, the one that sounded disturbingly a lot like her mother. It was then she noticed how rock hard her nipples were and how much the juices were from her besides Carmine. She lowered her head in shame, not noticing Vincent turning to pay attention to her now now that Carmine had fled the VIP room. You enjoyed this. Look how wet you are! You liked showing off for Vincent and his friends. First by stripping now by lap dancing for his pleasure. You’re getting off on this. You’re not a good girl anymore. He was right about you, you’re a slut.

No! No she wasn’t! She was just doing this to protect her virginity. This was just to prevent him from raping her! But… It, the voice, had a point. Why was she always getting to wet when he did this to her? Why did she keep letting him do this to her? She should have fought tooth and nail at the car if she was really that unwilling to suck him dry in front of other people. She was so confused and she didn’t have time anymore to think about it when the young woman felt Vincent press up beside her and tug her head back to nip her neck. She felt a shiver of pleasure run down her body and she felt a breathy sigh pass her fuck-red lips.

"You're my little slut and mine alone," he whispered in her ear as his left hand made its way down her body, groping her breasts before he slid it under her wet thong and started to masturbate her again. She was loudly moaning and arching her back now, rubbing her ass against his raging erection to get some relief out from her cunt as he teased it mercilessly. Then he "Now, you've been a good little whore tonight. Is my little toy ready for her reward?”

“Yes,” Margaret moaned, without any shame to her lust-husked voice, wanting to cum so badly now that she was already squirting and feeling the tension release away from her as he continued to use his fingers on her. She squirmed, shaking as she even bucked against his fingers to get more pleasure from this. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, please! Let me cum. I-I-I need to so badly! Please Vincent, please! I… I lo… I look forward to this so much! Ah! Ah!”

The idea of saying ‘love’ to him was just stupid. He didn’t love her; he just loved humiliating her for jilting him that day. No. She wasn’t going to say that just because she was so desperate to cum. She didn’t love him. She just loved what he did to her. There was a difference. She hoped so at least because everyting was so confusing right now to the poor churchgoer as she finally let go and started to cry out as she came like a whore.

 

[Polycoms]

“Yes,” Margaret cried out in response to his question as she began to buck herself in between Vincent's hand and hard cock. Well isn't she turning into the perfect little slut... Margaret kept squirming around on his Vincent's left hand while his right was still locked up in her deep tresses, forcing her back to arch seductively.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, please! Let me cum. I-I-I need to so badly! Please Vincent, please! I… I lo… I look forward to this so much! Ah! Ah!” The little slut let out, barely coherent she was so aroused. Vincent bit down hard on Margaret's ear lobe before flicking it with his tongue and whispering in her ear "Thats it. Cum all over my hand. Show me how much you want me." Vincent teased as his index finger jammed into Margaret's vice-tight cunt with quite an audible 'squish.'

That all it took for the young brunette. She had been in one sexual situation or another for the past 3 or 4 hours without being allowed to cum and all of her pent up energy seemed to gush out at once. The ear-piercing scream, her tight ass thrusting back with considerable force into Vincent as her back arched even further. Margaret's head flew forward slightly despite the firm grip that Vincent had on her hair and her little cunt just GUSHED.

Vincent was sure that if he hadn't fucked Margaret's mouth in the car he would have cum in his pants. The amount of fluid that came out from the sweet little pussy probably dehydrated the poor little girl. Margaret's legs began to buckle and she was forced to throw her hands forward to brace herself on the table in front of her as her cunt continued to pulsate. Wow, thats the sexiest orgasm I've ever seen.

Vincent let go of Margaret's hair and let her tumble forward onto the table in front of him, panting heavily and clearly still in the afterglow of such a forceful orgasm. Thats it. I've waited long enough. He thought as he quickly removed his belt, pushing his trousers and boxers to the ground before stepping forward and laying his rock hard cock on the top of Margaret's tight, sweaty ass.

When Vincent lent forward to whisper in his little churchgirl's ear, his cock slipped down and pressed against the entrance to her virgin pussy. Vincent reached round her body with his left hand and squeezed hard on Margaret's firm breast, his index finger flicking against her hard nipple. "God, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now" Vincent husked into the recovering girl's ear as his cock slipped in and around the entrance to her cunt.

No, not like this. If you wanted to rape her you could have done it at the hotel. Lets make her beg for it."Not today though baby. I don't think I'd last long enough to do this cute little thing justice" He laughed, pulling his hips back slightly and giving her pussy a light slap with that hand that was tangled in Margaret's hair. Vincent stepped back a bit and went over to sit down on the couch while the panting girl recovered from the biggest orgasm of her young life.

When Margaret finally did turn around, Vincent grinned his signature grin over at her still flushed face before drawing her eyes down to his raging erection with his own. "I could use a little help over here though..." He teased, letting the end of his sentence trail off as his eyes went back, slowly travelling up the delectable form of the not-so-innocent little churchgoer standing before him. He took in her sweat and cum soaked legs as his eyes continued upwards noticing that even the black thong had become slightly see-through Wow, I've never seen an article of clothing so useless! He couldn't help thinking before roving further up her tight little body, loving the way her stomach and firm breasts heaved as she breathed all covered in sweat from her exertion and dancing. Oh and that face. What a face. Completely disheveled hair, fuck-me red lips open in an 'o' and lust filled eyes all with just a hint of that virginal innocence. So sweet...

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Still in the haze of her pleasure from one of the most intense orgasms, Margaret was in no shape to defend herself from… Well, she couldn’t defend herself from anything right now. She couldn’t defend herself period. As a child of God, she was raised to forgive and not fight. To turn the other cheek and not bite back and it explained why she was unable to defend herself from Carmine’s assault on her. Her head was still spinning as well so she brushed off that odd, long thing she felt against her tight, plump ass and just tired to gain back her breath.

That was until she felt the odd, long thing slip down and slap against her tight cunt. Getting her attention right away, she realized with horror and pure fear that it was Vincent’s cock. He was leaning forward, playing with her taut, hard nipple as he whispered, "God, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

The way his voice sounded reminder her too much of Carmine’s when he was humping against her earlier, so need and just wanting to get in her and be done with it. Margaret’s eyes widened and she tried to pull away but… Where could she go? There was no where she could go in this state. She might as well just go out and scream at the patrons to all rape her if she was in these conditions. Even if she somehow managed to get out and back home, how could she explain to her parents her sorry, pitiful state?

No! No! Merciful God, please no, she thought as she wept a bit as she felt him press his hard, eager erection against her tight entrance and he teased her with his probing cock that slipped in her tightness or just rubbed her. She was too tired to defend herself and she was too scared. I don’t want my first time to be a rape. Please, no. Someone save me. Oh God, please save me.

But then something happened. He didn’t do it. He left her alone, not taking her at the most vulnerable and most reasonable time he could have just taken what he had wanted. If he had taken her there and then, she would have ended up hating him forever with all her energies. It would have solidified her belief that he was an evil man and nothing more. Instead, he had pulled back with so much restraint that she felt bad for how she could barely control herself now and just gave her quivering cunt a hard slap while saying, "Not today though, baby. I don't think I'd last long enough to do this cute little thing justice."

The slap made her cry, yes, but it was one of pleasant surprise that was mixed with a moan of delight at being slapped down there. Relief and confusion blossomed in her heart as he moved away, possibly to sit back down, and she turned around to face him. She was confused, clearly so, and she watched him sit down on the booth he was sitting earlier. His eyes locked with her, that grin on his face, and his eyes made her wide eyes get dragged down to stare at between his…

Oh.

He was still hard, of course, and he was clearly indicating that he wanted help. Of course, he wanted hers since he had let her off the slip in being used fully. His next words – I could use a little help over here though... – confirmed it. She was willing to do that instead of being torn away from her remaining innocence. She found sucking cock, to be honest, a lot more easier to deal with since she could look away from him while doing this. Oh dear... Did she actually say that? Well, no matter. She had a cock to suck on at the moment.

Knowing what he liked best, she got on all fours and crawled to him, her head held up, eyes averted from looking at him still, so her breasts could be seen visibly jump up and down and sway as she got between his legs.

Nestling in between his legs, she finally looked up at him with an innocent shyness still to her after what she had been through all night. Though her hair was a mess, her lips just begging to have a cock wrapped around them and her tits heaving back and forth, she still somehow looked like a shy and sweet thing. Then she removed the thong that she was wearing almost the entire time she was with him, it was useless to her in any case, and wrapped it around his raging hard on. She pumped her hand up and down with the wet, sticky clothing coming with her fist as she beat him off, her head ducking down to suck solely on his balls and lavish attention on them.

Her other hand, the one not preoccupied, rubbed and massaged his weeping cockhead to give it its attention that it deserved. Pulling back from her ball sucking, making a loud ‘POP’ sound with her mouth when doing so, she kissed and licked a trail up to his cock head as her hand brought the underwear to the balls and massaged them with it. She started to deepthroat him then, taking his cock in one surprisingly expert go, her moans and whimpers making his cock twitch and vibrate in her hot little mouth.

“Thank you… For not taking me… Yet,” Margaret said in between her kisses and licks, her self inflicted face fucking as she bobbed her head up and down with gusto, wanting to please him since it was the least she can do. Or he might decided he could do her ‘little thing’ some ‘justice’ for this evening. She brought out her tits, her still wet tits, and wrapped them around his cock to start pumping them. She left her useless thong beside him in case he wanted her to do something with it, as her tit fucking required two hands to hold together as her mouth was very busy on his cockhead and length. “Thank you… Vincent…”

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent's grin got even wider as he watched Margaret's expression change from confusion to determination when she saw his raging cock. Vincent's cock twitched visibly as he watched the sexy little virgin brunette slide down seductively onto her hands and knees. She's getting pretty good at this whole sensual teasing thing...Pretty DAMN good.

Watching crawl slowly over to him was torture in its best possible form. Vincent had been teased by her striptease, teased by her lap dance and teased by her tight little cunt. Suffice it to say his cock was drooling out precum as Margaret made her way closer and closer. Vincent was treated to the best possible view of her hanging tits as he watched them sway back and forth ever so slightly in time with her movements. Definitely made the right choice pulling away. Look how into it she is already. This WILL be mine whenever I want.

When Margaret finally arrived between his legs and looked up innocently, Vincent almost lost it. Her face was still sweaty and flushed from the monster orgasm that she had just had and her bright blue eyes coupled with the soft fuck-me lips were the definition of temptation. "oughsh" Vincent let out, trying to say something completely different.

Thankfully his direction wasn't neccessary as Margaret quickly slipped off her ruined thong and wrapped it around his already slick shaft before leaning down and sucking one of his heavy balls into her sweet little mouth while slowly pumping her tiny hand up and down his steel shaft. "Fuck thats good" Vincent groaned, his response somewhat more understandable "Suck on those balls"

Vincent soon realized that the ball sucking was just an appetizer when the innocent girl slipped the ball she was sucking out of her mouth loudly and started trailing kisses up the long, hard length of his cock before looking up and him sweetly and taking the whole thing down in one gulp. God, she gets better every time. And her FIRST blowjob was the best one of my life. Natural born cocksucker.

Vincent was lost in his thoughts as the virgin cocksucker went to work deepthroating him, his attention only snapping back when she pulled away for the first time “Thank you… For not taking me… Yet,” She whispered out through her now hoarse throat in between kisses before engulfing his entire cock again. Thats right. YET being they key word there. Vincent was in a state of ecstasy as he watched Margaret's puffy red lips sliding up to the head of his cock and then all the way down into his pubes while she continued to toy with his balls. "Fuck! I'm not going to last long if you keep that up." Vincent forced out quickly, tension dripping off his voice.

Margaret brought her face up once again, quickly dropping her thong and sitting up slightly so that her lucious tits rested on Vincent thighs. Fuck yes. Vincent knew exactly what was coming next as she slid her firm mounds around his length and began moving up and down, toying with his cockhead with her talented tongue.

“Thank you… Vincent…” Was the last straw for him. Thanking me for abusing her. Thanking me for kidnapping her. Thanking me for fucking her face in front of two strangers. Thanking me for making her strip in front of two other strangers. Thanking me for making her give my oldest friend a lapdance. Thanking me for giving her the biggest orgasm of her life. Thanking me for not taking her cherry. Thanking me for fucking her perfect little tits.

"Oh God!" Vincent almost shouted out as he felt his cock start to lurch, clearly past the point of no return. Vincent quickly stood up just a little bit as he felt the first spurt jet through his shaft, jumping out and blasting the unsuspecting girl in the forehead. Despite having cum only a few hours ago, Vincent let loose quite the load. Margaret's relentless teasing having gone a long way to rebuild what was there before. When Vincent finally opened his eyes again and looked down he was amazed. "Such a good little whore" He whimpered out almost lovingly, taking in the sight of little Margaret Jane looking up at him breathing heavily, her face, breasts and hair once again covered in his cum before collapsing back on the chair he had risen from.

It took Vincent a little while to recover from the load he had just let out and he was a bit confused with his feelings if he was completely honest with himself. I started this off just to spite the little slut for rejecting me but she's been such a perfect little whore I think I'm falling for her. Everything I've asked of her she's done with little or no hesitation, she's already the best cocksucker and seductress I know, she's fucking stunning and I HAVEN'T EVEN FUCKED HER YET!

Vincent finally eased himself out of the booth he had sat back in and made his way over to the bar, ignoring the brunette still kneeling on the floor for the time being"You know," He said offhandedly as he fixed a drink, "I was planning on giving you back the dress that you came in to go back home in..." Vincent paused and turned around taking in the horrified expression on Margaret's cum-covered face before continuing, "But you've been a faultless little slut tonight so I think I'll reward you."

Vincent stepped out of the room briefly and came back in carrying the bag with the outfit that his righteous little virgin had chosen not to wear earlier, offhandely throwing it on the floor next to the confused girl. "Put this on to go out in the club. Guiseppe will take you to the manager who will get you something a bit more 'churchy' before he takes you home." Vincent was still a bit unsure of why he was doing this. It's because you don't want anybody else to fuck her. Thats the ONLY reason. "You will then ride home with Guiseppe." Vincent's commanding tone left no room for questioning. That was exactly what was going to happen and both of them knew it.

"See you soon, pet" Vincent said with a grin before heading out of the room, stopping outside to warn Guiseppe what would happen if he so much as laid a finger on his 'personal slut' before heading off to his waiting Rolls for the ride home. Vincent got about half way back to his house before he realized that he was going to get Margaret Jane to help with his election campaign FUCK. He cursed himself. Oh well, gives me an excuse to see her again soon... As if I needed another after that blowjob...

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"Oh God!" Vincent almost shouted out as he bucked his hips and felt his cock lurch from her sucking, her first warning of his coming.

Steeling herself, she was a little bit more prepared now since she knew when he was going to cum all over her. She pulled back and let his cum hit her face and tits and hair since her throat was too tight and sore to swallow anymore. She kept her eyes closed and mouth open the entire time, letting him cum all over her blushing, sweet face. When he was done, both of them were both left in a flushed, relaxed state after the orgasms they had went through. Noticing that he was staring at her intently, she lowered her head shyly and tucked his soft cock, after drying it the best she could with her hands, back into his pants and fixed him up so he could be respectable.

Well, one of them had to. She certainly couldn’t. Completely naked and covered in juices all over again, Margaret felt like it was the night at the Hotel and at her home all over again. How can she keep letting him exploit her like this? How? … She couldn’t deny it anymore: The activities were something she was actually looking forward to when he came to see her. She felt a rush, a thrill that she never did before but, at the same time, there was still that feeling of dread and fear when he made her do these things. It would be nice if he treated her more decently.

She looked down in embarrassment, and some sick twisted pride, when he said to her, "Such a good little whore" before he recovered himself and left her kneeling on the ground to go to the bar. She stayed on the ground, panting heavily and trying to regain her strength but she couldn’t. Tonight’s events had drained her of her energy and she was lucky that she still could keep her eyes awake. Not that much but it was better than passing out and leaving herself to his mercy. More than she usually was, of course.

"You know," Vincent said to her offhandedly as he mixed a drink at the bar and made her look up when he broke through her train of thought, "I was planning on giving you back the dress that you came in to go back home in..." He turned around and paused, seeing the look of obvious fear and pleading in her and it must have done something. He visibly softened before he put back a mask of arrogance and coolness as he continued. "… But you've been a faultless little slut tonight so I think I'll reward you."

"Put this on to go out in the club.” He tossed her a bag and she peeked inside and couldn’t help but front. It was the same outfit she had refused to wear and with good reason. It didn’t cover her up as much and, really, red wasn’t a complementing color forh her at times. “Guiseppe will take you to the manager who will get you something a bit more 'churchy' before he takes you home. You will then ride home with Guiseppe."

Guiseppe? Oh, yes, he was still outside then. Did he hear them moaning and crying then? Hopefully not. He was telling her all of this with a tone that expected her to follow his commands or not and she knew better than to refuse so far. She nodded, letting him know that she was willing to do so with Guiseppe. She knew Guiseppe wouldn’t hurt her or lay a finger on her, no matter how aroused he was earlier at her strip tease. If he wanted to live, he wouldn’t even look at her lustfully. Too much, at least. It was also very… kind of him to do this for her when he could have just followed with his plans and just humiliate her by dumping her in her ruined dress or even like this.

"See you soon, pet,” he said to her as he departed from the room, leaving her all alone to ponder about what had just happened between the two of them. Something, she was certain of that.

Standing on shaking legs, and ignoring the fact he was still treating her like she was an item to and not a person, she got the corset/dress she had tossed away and put it on for some decency. Then she went out and, ignoring Guiseppe’s stare on her naked ass as she went into the rest room to fix up and change. Minutes later, coming out looking clean and more respectable in a stripper sense of course, she let Guiseppe escort her to see the manager so her eventful night could draw at last to a quite close.

Two days later…

Due to how worked up and used she was that fateful night she was snatched from the streets by Vincent Bonnano, Margaret had ended up sleeping in for the past two days and only woke up to eat, clean herself, talk to her parents and play her violin before going back to sleep. She was spent out, tired, drained of emotional and physical energy and she needed a long recharge. Her parents allowed her, thinking that she’ll be better after some long, well-deserved rest. They were fearful that their daughter knew about their money issues and she was starting to become depressed. When they thought she was asleep, she of course really wasn’t, they would talk about it and try to think of what to do.

Their financial situation was worse than ever. They were being threatened by their debtors and her father, her proud and generous father, refused to accept donations by his church since everyone was going through a tough time. The tension of it was thick in the air in the Jane household though her parents never thought about it. They vented in different ways: Her mother sewing and her father reading the Bible again and again though he already had it memorized. She tried to ignore it, she did. Her parents were trying to make this not noticed by her for a reason. If they wanted to tell her, they would and she waited and waited and waited for the past few days but then she heard them discuss her again.

“Do you really think we should send her off?” Elizabeth, her proud mother, say in between her quiet sobbing. The idea of separating was painful for everyone but it was a looming prospect that they may have to do soon if their debts keep mounting up with no relief in sight. “Oh dear, Arthur, I don’t want to give away my baby!”

Arthur hugged his wife as their distraught daughter listened from her bedroom across the hall of their small bedroom. “I’m sorry honey but we don’t have the money,” he said, stroking her hair as she cried into his shoulder. He looked ready to cry himself, not wanitng to los his Maggie. “But we have no other choice. If she stays with us, she’ll be forced to pay for our debts as well. We can’t do that to her. It would be selfish of us to drag her down when she has such a promising future.”

“We can get the money from someone!”

“From who?”

“Vincent Bonnano,” Margaret whispered in an unheard reply.

That had happened yesterday. Now, her parents were out in an attempt to save their family bank account from being drained of everything. Margaret was in her room, shaking like a leaf as she committed herself to this. Standing in her room, she tried to compose herself before she started to strip down naked and get the clothing she had laid out on her bed. Well, to be honest, it was just a pair of black nylon pantyhose and a extremely sheer, to the point of see through, black nightgown that only fell to her waist. After putting them on and slipping into the kinky black heels – A souvenir to the incident she had went through – she placed her long trench coat over them and then went to do her makeup.

It was heavier though. Her lips a real fuck me red, her cheeks a lighter pink and her eyes smoky and black. She decided to let her hair frame her face but placed a black beret on her head, in a jaunty angle, to complete her look and she was surprised how… Forcefully appealing she was. She tried on black sunglasses but decided not to, seeing that this plan of hers relied on him noticing her first. She slipped out of the house and went to the neighbourhood where she knew Vincent lived at, walking all the way there since she didn’t want to risk using a taxi and having someone see her face go in there. Vincent’s neighbourhood, one of the richest places in New York, wasn’t hard to spot nor was his house. It was the biggest but, somehow, most functional one there.

Getting to the gates, she pressed on the speaker that was installed there. “Yes?” said a voice, sounding like a male who smoked one too many Lucky.

“I’m here to speak to Mr. Vincent Bonnano,” she said to the speaker, trying to sound civilized and educated as possible. If there was one thing she was rather annoyed with, it was how New Yorkers treated women as if they were a bag of dumb bricks. She certainly wasn’t. The person on the other side was about to tell her to go away when she added, “Please tell him that Margaret Jane is here to see him. I just need to talk to him about some things. Tell him that he can’t let anyone touch me or even speak to me as well. It’s very… Important and very private.”

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent was laid back alone in his office fuming. His election campaign was getting worse and worse. The new mayoral candidate was pulling out all the stops and somehow seemed to have much more finance than somebody without an underworld backer should have. He was not only in danger of going behind in the poll, he was actually 5 points behind. It didn't help that Vito Bitafore, his 'puppet' candidate was completely useless and could hardly articulate himself in public but Vito was his puppet and he didn't want the risk the uncertainty of replacing him. Vincent still had control of the moulie vote but it just wasn't enough. He needed the women on his side as well.

The women's vote was something that Vincent thought he should be able to get he just needed some help... Margaret Jane. That is what he needed but the problem was nobody had so much as HEARD from her since the night at the club despite Vincent having half of his organization out looking for her in one way or another. She had become more than just a personal play-thing/crush now, Margaret Jane was essential to the survival of the Bonnano family and she didn't even know it!

Vincent had interrogated Guiseppe relentlessly about what happened after he left that night. He was almost certain the man had done nothing sinister but was contemplating giving him another run around the interrogation process, perhaps this time with a pair of pliers. He NEEDED to find this girl. He was just about to get up and go to see Frankie when his doorman, Tony, knocked on his door. "Mr Bonnano, sir." He called out from the other side of the solid oak door, waiting for his approval before entering and continuing. "There is what sounds like a young lady outside to see you sir. She said to tell you her name is Margaret Jane." The man managed to get out, his hoarse voice straining every time he put a full sentence together. He had absolutely no idea what Mr Bonnano would want with some random girl knocking on his door, Didn't he have all his whores picked up in the Rolls?

Vincent's sudden reaction took Tony off guard as he almost jumped out of his chair in excitement "Send her in immediately!" he exclaimed, his delight at having found the girl overriding his brain for just a moment. "Yes sir," He hardly heard as Tony went to fetch the illusive young girl. Vincent's brain caught up with his excitement almost as soon as the door closed behind his doorman. What the fuck? She is at my door? Last time I had to kidnap her and now she WALKS to my house? Its not exactly around the corner... His thoughts were quickly cut off as Tony knocked on the door again. "Miss Margaret Jane, Sir" He called out.

Taking his time to calm his breathing and look composed, Vincent then called out for Tony to "Send her in" Vincent watched with interest as the door slowly opened and his fantasy girl stepped through the door, looking around at the expensive yet tasteful decor of his office appreciatively. "That will be all Tony. Please do not disturb us." He said to his doorman dismissively before turning back to Margaret

Vincent took his time taking in Margaret's appearance, still unsure of the reason for his visit with her choice of clothing confusing him even further. She had on a very heavy coat that covered almost all of her body but he did manage to catch a glimpse of those sexy black heels from the other night and looking up was impressed to see how she had done her face up and quite liked the cute little beret she had over her curly brown locks. Such a perfect face.

"Well, Miss Jane. Isn't this a pleasant surprise..." He drawled, clearly eying her up as she moved towards his desk. "I hope you didn't walk all the way from your home. New York can be quite a dangerous city at this time of night..." Play this cool Vince, let her tell you why she is here, why she walked all the way to your home and why she is dressed so strangely.



OOC: Please excuse the use of 'moulie' referring to Afro-Americans. The RP is set in the 1930's and Vincent is a traditional Italian - If anybody is overly offended, I am happy to edit the post.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Margaret was hoping that Vincent would give her at least a few minutes about her… Offer. What she didn’t expect was for her to be hustled into the house soon as they could get her hands on her. The man, who introduced himself as ‘Tony’, hurried her through and directed her to where Vincent’s office was. Gawking openly at all the money the Bonnano family had to have their type of lifestyle, she was now very certain that he was the one person who could help her out in her needs.

She was told to stay outside of Vincent’s office and wait. She had all of the time in the world. Well, she had all of the time in the world for today, with her parents out of the house and not coming back until around near midnight, but the debts had to be paid soon. While the two men talked through the oak doors, she fixed herself to be more presentable.

“You can go in now, Miss Jane,” Tony said after a minute of two of talking when he turned around and opened the door wide enough to let them both inside the gangster’s office. “Please, in here…”

Following him, she looked around again and was awed once more by the sheer amounts of money the Bonnano family had at their grasp. It baffled her, really. How could they be so fortunate after all they’ve done while her parents, who genuinely want to help people, struggle to get by?

Blessed are the poor for they are rich in the Kingdom of Heaven It was a nice message to say during Mass and all but it didn’t help her parents at the time being. The only one who could help her out was the man she was meeting and she knew one way to do that. He wasn’t moved by kindness or mercy, a keen observation she had made during their last encounters, but was willing to listen or act kind if she was a ‘good little whore’. Well... She can be one for him, and she was prepared to be one right now as evidence by her outfit, if he just would help her mother and father out.

The still shy but determined Margaret felt his eyes on her body as she walked in and she tried to strut, her hips moving back and forth seductively that made people give more attention to her black-draped legs and kinky high heels. Her chest was sticking out naturally, bouncing just a bit since she wasn’t wearing a bra, and causing the coat to strain across her breasts and hard nipples that were just poking through the fabric. All the while she had a sweet smile on her face like she wasn’t offering herself to the man and was wearing one of the most outrageous outfits she had ever worn outside.

She wasn’t sure if it was working on Vincent but the way she felt Tony’s eyes on her ass was… Both discomforting and comforting to her as he continued to eye her up and down. She was relieved when Vincent waved at him dismissively and gestured to the door.

“That will be all Tony. Please do not disturb us,” Vincent said. The doorman didn’t need to be told that twice. He had worked long enough for the Bonnano family to know what happens to those who didn’t please them.

Tony left the room when he was dismissed, leaving her alone with the heir of one of the most dangerous and successful Mafia families in New York. A smile was given to him but she was clearly timid by him but it was also clear that she wouldn’t back down at any costs if he tried to send her away. Was she nervous? Of course she was. This was the devil’s protégé but she had to reassure herself that he wouldn’t harm her long as she did what he wanted her to do. He had been kind to her the last time they had met up, letting her go home in a fresh change of clothing and not her ruined ones after the incident at the club and defending her, incidentally, from Carmine’s lust-induced assault.

"Well, Miss Jane. Isn't this a pleasant surprise..." Vincent said to her when they were alone after Tony had left, checking her strange appearance like she had when fixing herself in the mirror. He looked at her with both interest and intrigue as she walked towards him, clearly what she was doing here and why she was dressed in that way. "I hope you didn't walk all the way from your home. New York can be quite a dangerous city at this time of night..."

“I need help with some things,” she started to explain, ignoring his hinted question with surprising amount of confidence, while playing with the belt that came with her knee-length trench coat. She sat on the edge of his desk and let the bottom of her coat raise up, revealing more of her stocking-covered legs and the heels she had on. “It’s about my family. But, before I explain any further: Do you need help in anything, Vincent? Anything that needs a feminine touch, perhaps? Because… I want to make a deal with you here. If you help me out, I’ll help you out in whatever you need. I know you just don’t help other people unless they have something to… offer. So I’m offering myself to you in return for actual, real help from you. I’m sure you can think of something.”

 

[Polycoms]

Vincent watched intently as Margaret made her way slowly over to his desk. He way she moved her hips as she walked over to him and his mind immediately went back to when she had stripped for him at the club. Watching the young girl look up and smile at him he was able to take in the way she had made up her face for the first time. Her lips were a bit redder than usual, her eye shadow a bit darker and her cheeks more flushed. If it wasn't for the underlying beauty and innocence that made her so sexy, she would look like a whore.

Vincent had expected Margaret to sit down in one of the chairs opposite his desk and was surprised when she came sauntering around to his side and perched herself up against his desk, facing him. Vincent took his time looking up her long, hose covered legs up to the bottom of her trench coat that he couldn't help noticing had risen quite a lot. The way the priest's daughter was playing with the belt of the coat, both hands fiddling around showed Vincent how nervous she really was even as she tried to hide it.

“I need help with some things,” She started off, her confidence taking Vincent by surprise. “It’s about my family. But, before I explain any further: Do you need help in anything, Vincent? Anything that needs a feminine touch, perhaps? Because… I want to make a deal with you here. If you help me out, I’ll help you out in whatever you need. I know you just don’t help other people unless they have something to… offer. So I’m offering myself to you in return for actual, real help from you. I’m sure you can think of something.” Ahh, her family. How cute. Wait... did she just offer herself to me? Fuck yes. Vincent Bonnano always gets what he wants. This is just proof.

Vincent smiled, unable to hide his delight at what he was going to make happen. Calm down Vincent. You have two things you want, you need to make this deal work for you. "Well Margaret," Vincent started, pausing while he lent over, placing both of his hands on the young girl's knees and slowly starting to slide them up her hose. "There are a couple things that I want...." He whispered, looking up at her 'come fuck me' face. "You know how badly I want this tight little body of yours but I am going to need you to help me out with something as well. Vincent husked as he stood up, breathing into Margaret's ear as his hands traveled slowly up the outside of her thighs, now under the trench coat.

Take your time Vincent. Make her want it. "How about you tell me what it is you need." Vincent let his tongue flick lightly against Margaret's ear as he breathed on her neck. He was now stood in front of the nervous girl, not quite close enough to be pressed against her but not leaving her any way away from the desk. "And then tell me what you think you have to.... 'offer' in exchange." Vincent's hands had reached up to Margaret's hips, lifting her trenchcoat quite a bit as he pulled them around to the side of her ass and squeezed gently.