The Mafia Contract Series

The place is in darkness, and I move stealthily toward Miss. English’s house on the other side of campus. The teachers live in a block hidden by trees which suits me just fine and Miss. English and Miss. Potts share the one right on the edge near the forest. The huge chain-link fence keeps the outside where it belongs and as I move in the shadows, I anticipate a night of sin.

This is a long time coming because a fuck against the wall isn’t cutting it anymore and I need a good solid fuck to clear my mind, which is why I was keen to keep our appointment.

We both know what this is, and it suits me just fine. No strings sex with a sexy woman a few years older than me.

As I reach the back door, it opens before I raise my hand to knock, and I stare at a woman who would star in most men’s fantasies.

She’s wearing a tight top that barely covers her generous tits and the shortest skirt that doesn’t even deserve the description. Her hungry eyes lure me inside and she whispers huskily, “I’m glad you made it.”

Nodding, I stroll inside and look at a basic house with no homey touches, and that surprises me a little. I always had her down as a lover of fancy things and she sees my expression and laughs. “This place is a dog, isn’t it? Miss.

Potts doesn’t like clutter and God forbid I brought a cushion into her sterile space. That woman’s a machine, it’s not healthy.

She laughs. “My room’s through there and way more comfortable.”

She smiles suggestively. “I’ve got some drinks cooling in there. Follow me.”

I watch her ass sway from side to side as she leads the way and feel my cock stirring as it anticipates being let loose in the garden of depravity tonight.

I laugh softly when I see Miss. English’s room and it’s exactly as I imagined it.

Barbie’s bedroom, dressed in pink and white, with fur throws on the bed and fluffy rugs on the floor. Fairy lights and cuteness that would be any man’s worst nightmare with cuddly animals on shelves and mirrors on the wall.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“How old are you?” I shake my head and laugh, and she grins, tossing me a beer from a cooler by the bed. “Don’t you like it?”

She shifts her legs under her on the bed and leans back against the many pillows crowding the space.

“I don’t dislike it.”

She is gazing at me with a hunger that I share, and I take a swig of cold beer and watch her do the same, her eyes never leaving mine for a second.

Slamming the bottle down on the table, I growl, “You’re a little overdressed for our lesson.”

She licks her lips and then slowly pulls her sweater over her head, her tits swinging freely before me. Then she stares at me with hunger in her eyes as she shimmies out of her skirt, revealing nothing but a glistening pussy begging to be filled.

I remove my own clothes and stand naked before her, palming my cock and stroking it until it grows hard and ready.

She parts her thighs and I openly stare as her fingers dip between them, and she circles her clit, watching me the whole time. Then she whispers, “Do you like what you see?”

“I do.” Dropping to my knees, I grab her ankles and pull her sharply toward me and bury my face between them, inhaling the scent of a woman who is begging for it and as I drag my tongue up her slick folds, I taste the sweet honey of a woman who knows what she wants.

As I suck her clit, she moans and grasps my hair, pulling me further in.

“That feels so good.” She purrs beneath me, and I feel my cock aching to fuck her hard, and as her legs wrap around my neck, she almost suffocates me.

Pulling back, I flick her around and land a swift blow to her ass for daring to take control, and she yelps with a mixture of pain and desire.

“Do you like it rough, Miss. English?”

She groans with longing and as I straddle her, I love seeing the redness of my mark flaring on her white, soft skin.

Reaching for my pants, I drag a condom from the pocket and protect us both before plunging into her from behind in a swift move with no warning.

She cries out as I nail her to the bed and thrust inside with no regard, the headboard banging against the wall. Grabbing her hair, I fist it and pull down sharply and as she cries out, I fuck her hard and relentlessly.

She doesn’t get the seduction or the gentle care that most women crave.

She gets fucked like the whore she is because she demands it.

Her moans of pleasure make me drive harder, deeper and she cries out, “Fuck that feels so good.” Pressing down on her back, I feel my shaft grazing her walls and then I pull out and turn her swiftly around and stare into her lust-filled eyes.

“On your knees, Miss. English.”

Her heightened color tells me she was close and yet the excitement in her eyes tells me she wants this to last, so as I stand and she falls to her knees beside me, I thrust inside her willing mouth and face fuck her as I fist her hair and punish her without regard for her at all.

It feels amazing as she licks, sucks and grabs my balls firmly, squeezing them until I hiss, “That feels so good.”

The fact this is so wrong makes it even more delicious and as I thrust inside her wet mouth, I feel like I’m in paradise.

Pulling out, I push her against the wall, knocking the lamp off the side and it crashes to the floor. “Fuck Angelo, you’re out of control.”

She giggles and I stare into her slightly crazed eyes and smirk. “You know it.”

Then I wrap my shaft in another condom and growl, “Spread your legs.”

Her breathing intensifies as I slam in hard and hold her wrists above her head, stretching her out before me like a sacrifice.

Lifting one leg over my arm, I drive in hard, just how she likes it, and bite down on her neck.

This is fucking at its most basic, and she is loving every second of it.

She comes so hard she screams like an animal and my own roar of release joins hers in the madness surrounding us.

She goes limp in my arms as her breath comes fast, panting as if she’s running a race and as I pull out and toss the condom in the trash, she laughs softly. “I knew it would be good.”

“Then you’re as fucking twisted as I am if you like that shit.” I laugh as she presses her body against mine and pulls me close, whispering, “I am every depraved dream you ever had, and nothing is too dirty. Let me show you how filthy sex can be. Let me teach you a lesson you’ll thank me for, forever.”

Now she’s got my interest and I say huskily, “What do you have in mind?”

She whispers in my ear, “That would be telling. I want to blow your mind, Angelo. I’ve been wanting this for months. A night of uninterrupted pleasure with my big, bad boy. Let me show you how much better it is with a woman who knows how to please a man.”

She bites down hard on my earlobe and my cock dances with delight.

Then she fixes me with a hard look and her voice cuts like a whip through the air as she growls, “Lie on the bed. It’s my turn now.”

She pushes me back and hell, I’ve never been more turned on in my life and as I lie down, the slight manic glint to her eye tells me this woman knows exactly what she wants and I’m about to have the night of my life.

I watch as she removes a blindfold from the drawer and purrs, “Trust me, baby, this is going to blow your mind.”

Grinning, she grabs a bottle of beer from the cooler and with one hand slips the blindfold on me and then holds my head as she pushes the bottle between my lips. “Drink up baby. Feel the cool liquid filling you inside.”

As I swallow the beer, she strokes my shaft gently and the feeling it creates is incredible. So many things are happening. The fact I can’t see a thing, just feel. The effect of the beer inside me and the soft gentle way she holds me in her hands makes me long for more and as she dips her head, she whispers, “Drain that bottle while I drain you.”

Fuck me, this is so intense and as I lean back against the pillows and swig the beer, she goes to work on my cock, sucking, tasting and licking it with her head between my legs. This feels like paradise and as lessons go, this one is shaping up to be the best one yet.