Don Lorenzo was a ‘businessman’ in Cosenza, Italy…. at least that’s how he thought of himself. He did, in fact, own several businesses, but most of them were simply fronts to launder dirty money for the local mafia. And the ‘business’ that was most lucrative for the mob was actually his strong-arm and extortion racket that he wielded over the entire town…. every shop and business owner in town paid Lorenzo ‘protection’ money each month.
He had risen to this position of power over several years…. initially running numbers for his uncle, who had been in charge of the town’s extortion operation before him…. then becoming his uncle’s most trusted capo…. and eventually taking over when he died.
Lorenzo ran the ‘business’ with the same ruthlessness as his uncle, and… for the most part… things ran fairly smoothly. When there was a hiccup, or a resistant shop owner, Lorenzo typically paid them a visit personally and set things right.
Of his own businesses, Lorenzo’s favorite…. by far…. was his gentleman’s strip club. He had set up his main office in one of the back rooms, and he absolutely loved having nude women around him all the time. Squeezing naked boobs, slapping asses, and sliding his hand between their legs and grabbing handfuls of pussy whenever he wanted…. he simply couldn’t get enough…. not to mention he got to fuck any of the dancers any time he wanted.
Lorenzo had a particular physical characteristic that made the arrangement at the strip club most apropos…. his cock was always at least semi-hard, and would become erect at the slightest provocation…. sometimes for no reason at all… and it usually happened several times a day. It was something he was especially proud of…. and every dancer in his club knew that they could be called into his office for a blowjob or a quick fuck at any time. It was made clear during the interview process when they applied for the job…. in fact, Lorenzo always fucked each applicant during their interview, just to be sure they understood the rules.
One afternoon Lorenzo was behind his desk at the strip club eating his lunch…. with his pants unzipped and Andrea…. one of the strippers… kneeling between his legs. She bobbed her head up and down on his stiff boner and stroked the shaft of his thick prick, as she gave him an impromptu lunchtime blowjob. Lorenzo held his sandwich with one hand…. leisurely taking bites and chewing…. as he rested his other hand on the back of Andrea’s bobbing head and rocked his hips into her warm, slippery mouth and pumping fist.
As he enjoyed the sensations of a building climax between his legs, there was a knock on the door and Matteo, Lorenzo’s most senior lieutenant, poked his head in, and said, “Boss, I got an update for you on today’s collections.”
Andrea was startled by the intrusion, and started to pull Lorenzo’s dick out of her mouth, but he used his hand behind her head to keep her mouth sliding up and down on his cock, as he put his sandwich down and nodded for Matteo to come in and tell him what he knew.
“Go ahead, Matteo…. was there a problem with the collections?”
Matteo said, “Only one…. Sal, over at the restaurant…. says he can’t pay this month because his funds are too low…. it’s the second time he’s been short…”
Lorenzo nodded, then closed his eyes for a second and grunted, as he pulled the stripper’s head down onto his stiff hard-on…. shoving it as deep as it would go, and blasting several ropes of jizzm against the back of her throat…. grunting and thrusting, as he emptied his nutsack into her mouth.
“Uhn…. uhn…. uhn…. God, that feels good, Andi…. uhn…. uhn…. nice… uhn…. aaaahhhhh…. aaaahhhhh…. shit, yeah…. aaaaahhhhhh…. hmmmm…”
Andrea was able to swallow most of his load, although a few drops leaked from around his shaft and dripped down her chin, splashing onto her swaying boobs, as she continued sucking and jerking until his nutsack was finally empty.
After he finished cumming, he patted the girl on the cheek and said, “Fantastic blowjob, Andi…. go ahead and clean me off, then let Tony know you’re ready to go back on stage.”
As Andrea used her tongue and lips to clean off his glistening dick, Lorenzo looked over at Matteo and said, “OK…. let’s grab Enzo and go pay Sal a visit.”
When she was done, Andrea tucked Lorenzo’s still semi-hard shaft down one leg of his pants…. he grinned at her as she pulled up his zipper, then grabbed her breasts for a quick squeeze, and slapped her ass when she stood up and turned to leave his office.
Lorenzo watched Andrea’s ass wiggle as she walked out the door, then smiled up at Matteo and said, “Fucking fantastic…. definitely one of my favorites.”
Matteo chuckled and said, “Who you kidding, boss… they’re all your favorites.”
Lorenzo smiled and said, “Good point, Matty…. now let’s go talk to Sal.”
Lorenzo, Matteo, and Enzo pulled up in front of Sal’s Italian restaurant…. wistfully named “Incanto”…. around mid-afternoon, shortly after the lunch crowd had left. They walked through the empty tables, back to the kitchen area, where they found Sal and his wife, Bianca, preparing for the dinner rush.
When Sal saw the three mobsters in his kitchen, he blanched, then said, “Ciao, Don Lorenzo…. w-what can I do for you?”
Lorenzo said, “You can pay what you owe me.”
Sal started to sweat, and lamented, “But I can’t this month… it’s been slow, I just don’t have enough money.”
Bianca was obviously terrified, and she turned to leave the kitchen, but Lorenzo reached out and grabbed her arm… pulling her close to him and wrapping his arm tight around her waist.
“No, puttana, you stay here.”
Sal looked on helplessly as he watched Lorenzo manhandle his wife, while Enzo grabbed him from behind and held him tightly in his grasp.
Staring directly into Sal’s face, Lorenzo slipped his hand inside Bianca’s blouse, squeezing her ample breasts and pulling on her nipples. As Sal continued to watch in horror, Lorenzo ripped open Bianca’s blouse, causing her heavy breasts to spill out… wobbling and swinging freely…. then pulled off her top and threw it on the kitchen counter.
“You need to pay me what you owe me, Sal…. on time…. every month”, Lorenzo said quietly…. almost casually…. as he fondled Bianca’s boobs and pinched her stiffening nipples.
Lorenzo released Bianca’s tits, grabbed her hips and turned her to face the counter, then bent her over and…. still staring into Sal’s distraught eyes…. yanked her skirt up to her lower back, and added, “Capisci? You understand?”
Sal nodded vigorously, and started to beg for Bianca’s safety, but Enzo punched him in the stomach… doubling him over…. then pulled him back upright… forcing him to watch while Lorenzo pulled Bianca’s panties down to her knees, and kicked her legs apart as he unzipped his pants.
Lorenzo was still semi-hard from his earlier blowjob, and had become totally erect as the scene had played out in Sal’s kitchen…. especially when he’d gotten his hands on Bianca’s heavy boobs. Still pushing on Bianca’s back to keep her bent over the counter… her soft breasts squashed beneath her chest… Lorenzo grabbed his engorged prick with one hand, lined it up with Bianca’s pussy, and… still staring directly into Sal’s eyes…leaned forward and shoved his stiff boner into her exposed vagina.
Lorenzo began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his thick cock deeper and deeper into Bianca’s snatch with every thrust. Bianca let out a yelp, then a guttural moan, followed by soft grunts and feeble complaints as Lorenzo began hammering his hard-on in and out of her pussy.
“Aaayyy!…. oooohhhhh…. uhn…. uhn…. uhn…. stop…. why?…. uhn…. oh, fuck…. no…. uhn…. uhn….”
Still being held immobile by Enzo, and forced to watch Lorenzo fucking his wife, Sal let out a distraught groan and said, “Ok…. Ok…. I’ll pay you…. just let me get the money….”
Lorenzo laughed and said, “Of course you will.” Then, as he continued pounding his rigid pole in and out of Bianca’s cunt, said, “Holy shit, Sal… your wife’s cunt is getting wet… I think she likes this…. damn, this feels good…”
Then he nodded at Enzo and said, “Go with him, Enzo… bring him and the money back here once he gets it.”
As Sal left the kitchen to get the money, Lorenzo picked up the pace and grabbed Bianca’s hair, pulling her back toward his chest, so that her breasts were raised above the countertop…. her boobs swinging wildly back and forth and clapping against each other…. as Lorenzo continued railing her pussy from behind. He reached around and grabbed Bianca’s flailing tits… massaging the flesh and pulling on the nipples, as his rock-hard cock slammed in and out of her drenched twat in earnest.
Bianca was beside herself, as she whimpered and moaned…. she couldn’t believe her body was responding to Lorenzo’s forceful assault, but she couldn’t deny that her pussy had become wet and her nipples, as stiff as erasers.
Just as Sal and Enzo returned to the kitchen, Bianca let out a guttural moan, as a totally unexpected orgasm suddenly coursed through her body. Distraught, but moaning softly, she unconsciously rocked her hips back into every one of Lorenzo’s thrusts, as her lingering climax continued to tingle between her legs.
Realizing that Bianca had just climaxed, Lorenzo looked over at Sal…. grinned…. then grabbed hold of Bianca’s hips and plowed his stiff rod in and out of her drenched pussy like a piston. After just a few minutes, he slammed his rigid prick as far into her as it would go…. blasting rope after rope of hot, creamy spunk all over the walls of her sloppy wet cunt.
“Uhn… uhn… uhn… God damn, that feels good, Sal… uhn… fuck, yeah… uhn… uhn… aaahhhhhhh…. aaahhhhhhhh…. yeeeaaahhhhh….”
After he’d finished cumming, Lorenzo grabbed Bianca’s hair again, and pulled her off of the counter…. spun her around…. and pushed her down to her knees in front of him, saying, “Go ahead and clean me off, puttana…. then put it away and zip me up.”
As Bianca did as she was told, Lorenzo looked across the kitchen, nodded at Matteo and said, “Take the money, Matty.”
Then Lorenzo locked eyes with Sal again, and said, “Every month, Sal…. on time…. do we understand each other?”
With his eye downcast, Sal nodded…. watching helplessly as Bianca finished cleaning Lorenzo’s slimy prick, shoved it back into his pants, and pulled up his zipper.
Lorenzo took a look around and said, “Nice place you got here, Sal”, then glanced down at Bianca, still kneeling on the floor, and sneered, “Great wife, too…. nice piece of ass…. fantastic tits….” He unconsciously adjusted his cock through his pants and added, “I may have to come back sometime and get some more of that.”
The three men chuckled as they walked out of the kitchen, and headed for the front door.
Things ran smoothly for several months after that. Sal paid on time, as did all of the other businesses in town…. none of them offered any resistance to Lorenzo’s capos, who made the rounds every month and gave Matteo all the money they’d collected for the Don.
True to his word, Lorenzo returned to Sal’s restaurant two more times over the next few months…. mostly on principle: Sal had pissed him off and defied him…. and he really liked Bianca’s big tits.
The first time he returned, he fucked Bianca in the walk-in cooler at the back of the kitchen…. watching her heavy boobs swing and bounce…. as he pounded his cock into her pussy and pulled on her stiff nipples, made long and hard from the cold air of the cooler. Sal knew he could do nothing about it, and just continued to work the front of the restaurant, serving their dinner-time customers.
The next time Lorenzo visited in mid-day, during the lunch crowd. He made Bianca come out to his car in the parking lot and give him a blowjob in the back seat, while Matteo sat in the front seat and waited for her to finish…. then he and Lorenzo went inside and had Sal serve them each a plate of lasagna for lunch.
Sometime the following spring, Lorenzo was in his office at the strip club, with a dancer…. Francesca…. laying on his desk…. her legs spread, and her heavy boobs rocking up and down on her chest…. as he slammed his rigid pole in and out of her wet pussy. Matteo knocked on his door, and poked his head in to let Lorenzo know he needed to speak with him.
Lorenzo saw Matteo and said, “C’mon in, Matty…. but give me a few minutes while I finish up here.”
Matteo sat on the sofa against the wall opposite Lorenzo’s desk, and waited while Lorenzo finished fucking the stripper. After just a few minutes, Lorenzo groaned, then let out several grunts as he erupted, blasting several gobs of spunk deep inside her pussy.
“Oooohhhhh…. uhn…. uhn…. uhn…. holy fuck, Frankie…. uhn…. uhn…. uhn…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. aaaahhhhhhh…. uhn… uhn… my God, you have a sweet pussy…. uhn…. uhn…. aaaaahhhhhhh…. hmmmmmm….”
Lorenzo slammed his hips into Francesca’s twat a few more times, then pulled his still hard prick out of her dripping snatch, let out a heavy sigh and murmured, “Damn, Frankie…. another great fuck…. God, how I love your pussy…. go ahead and clean me off so I can talk business with Matty.”
Francesca sat up and, with her legs still spread, leaned forward to suck the tip of Lorenzo’s cock into her mouth. With her lips and tongue she cleaned it off, then shoved his shaft down one leg of his pants and pulled up his zipper. She climbed off the desk and grabbed her g-string, stepping into it and pulling it up as she walked around the desk and headed for the office door.
Lorenzo admired her wobbling tits…. swaying gently back and forth as she walked out the door…. and called out, “Close it behind you, babe…. thanks.”
After she’d left, Lorenzo looked wistfully at the closed door and said, “Holy fuck, but those are some nice fucking tits.”
Turning his attention back to Matteo, Lorenzo said, “OK, Matty…. what’s the problem?”
“Sorry to tell you this, boss, but Angelo Rosati made his collections yesterday, then he and his wife skipped town with the money.”
With a growl, Lorenzo said, “Are you fucking kidding me? Angie fucked me over? He’s been one of my best capos for the past six years!”
Matteo nodded grimly, then added, “I checked it out, and it looks like he’s been skimming for several months, so I guess he figured now was a good time to make a run for it.”
Lorenzo grumbled to himself, totally pissed that one of his men would steal from him, then looked up at Matteo and said, “Find him, Matty…. I don’t care what it takes…. find him. We’re going to pay him a visit.”
Matteo nodded and left the office. Once he was gone, Lorenzo roared and took a swipe at the top of his desk, sending papers, pens, pictures, and files crashing all over the office floor in his anger.
Within a week, Angelo Rosati had been located. Matteo had tracked him down to Ragusa…. a small town on the southern tip of Sicily, then used some local connections to determine that Rosati was working as a car salesman at a Fiat dealership just outside of town.
When Matteo went to Lorenzo’s strip club to give him the news, he could see him standing by one of the stages in a darkened corner near the back of the club. It was mid-afternoon, so the bulk of the lunch crowd had already left, and only five customers remained…. all of them sitting in the darkest corners of the club…. and each one with a bobbing head between their legs, or smooth, naked ass cheeks and floppy tits bouncing up and down on their laps.
As Matteo approached the darkened stage where he could see Lorenzo standing, he noticed that he was rocking his hips back and forth…. obviously fucking someone on-stage. As he got closer, he could see that it was Isabella…. a single mother who worked at Lorenzo’s club during the afternoons, while her daughter was in school…. on all fours, rocking her hips back into every one of Lorenzo’s forward thrusts. She was one of the more attractive strippers, and had a great body…. with possibly the best set of tits in the entire club.
As Matteo stood and waited, he watched Isabella’s boobs swing back and forth beneath her…. smashing into each other with every jab of Lorenzo’s boner…. as he grabbed her hips and pounded his thick hard-on into her cunt from behind.
Lorenzo saw Matteo waiting, and gave him a “just a minute” signal with his hand, as he picked up the pace…. then slammed his hips forward, and blasted a huge load of cum into Isabella’s pussy.
“Oh, fuck, Izzy…. eh…. eh…. shit, yeah…. ah…. aaaaaaaahhhhhh…. yeeeaahhhhhhh…. uhn…. uhn…. niiiiiiiiiiiiice…. uhn…. my God, that’s incredible…. hmmmmmmm….”
As soon as Lorenzo finished cumming, Isabella spun around, and…. still on her hands and knees…. sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth to clean it off, while Lorenzo stood there with his hands on his hips.
As he caught his breath, Lorenzo looked over at Matteo and nodded, “OK, Matty…. what’ve you got?”
“We found him boss…. Rosati’s in Ragusa….”
While Isabella continued using her mouth and tongue to clean off his glistening penis, Lorenzo exclaimed, “He’s in fucking Sicily?? What the hell is he doing there?”
Matteo grinned and responded, “He’s a car salesman.”
As Isabella finished what she was doing, then tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped him up, Lorenzo said to Matteo, “OK…. have the jet fueled and ready to go in an hour…. let’s go pay Angie a visit.”
Then he glanced back at Isabella…. still on all fours…. and said, “Nice job, Izzy.” Then he laughed, winked at Matteo, and added, “You’re definitely one of my favorites…”
He gave her boobs a quick squeeze and patted her ass, as she got to her feet and went back to the middle of the stage to continue dancing.
An hour later, Lorenzo headed to the airstrip for a quick flight to Ragusa, with Matteo and Enzo in tow. The three of them jumped on Lorenzo’s private plane and flew to the small airstrip just outside of Ragusa. They had a car service waiting, and drove directly to Angelo Rosati’s home address, which Matteo had uncovered while back in Cosenza.
When Angelo finished his shift at the dealership that day, he drove home and walked into his house, closing the door behind him and calling out to his wife as he headed toward the living room, “Hey, Gianna… I’m home.”
As Angelo stepped from the foyer into the living room, he pulled up short, with a shocked… and frightened… look on his face.
Sitting in the middle of his living room sofa was Don Lorenzo…. his hands behind his head, his legs spread…. and Gianna, totally naked, kneeling between his knees with her head bobbing up and down on his stiff cock. The clothes she’d been wearing had obviously been torn off, and had been thrown haphazardly onto the floor next to her.
Angelo bellowed, “What the fuck?”, just as Enzo stepped up behind him and clobbered him on the head. Angelo fell to the ground, but Enzo grabbed him and picked him up, then held him so that he couldn’t move…. and forced him to watch his wife giving Lorenzo a blowjob in the middle of his living room.
Lorenzo grinned at Angelo, as he said to Gianna, “A little faster, hon…. and use your tongue around the tip a little…. yeah, just like that…. now use your hand, too…. aaaahhhhhh…. perfect…. keep going….”
Then, as he rocked his hips into Gianna’s bobbing head and stroking hand, Lorenzo said to Angelo, “Really, Angie? You thought you could get away with stealing from me?” He nodded at Enzo, who punched Angelo in the gut… knocking him to the floor, retching…. then pulled him back up so that he was forced to continue watching his wife sucking on Lorenzo’s stiff erection.
When Angelo was able to re-focused on him, Lorenzo pulled his cock out of Gianna’s mouth…. slapped her on the cheek with it a few times, then grabbed a handful of her hair and…. staring directly into Angelo’s frantic eyes…. crammed his rigid pole back into Gianna’s mouth…. rocking his hips forward until the head of his cock was banging against the back of her throat, over and over.
As Gianna knelt between his legs and tearfully sucked his thick prick…. Lorenzo reached down between them with his free hand and grabbed her wobbling boobs…. hard…. causing her to emit muffled whines around his shaft, as she continued to bob her head up and down on his engorged penis.
After a few more minutes, Lorenzo could feel a climax building between his legs…. he rocked his hips into Gianna’s warm, wet mouth…. enjoying the building sensations, as his orgasm became imminent.
When his breath began to catch, he grabbed the shaft of his boner in one hand and pulled it out of Gianna’s mouth. With the other hand… still behind her head with a fistful of hair… he kept her head from moving, as he closed his eyes and jerked his cock…. blasting rope after rope of hot, gooey splooge all over Gianna’s face and hair. He watched with a wicked grin as it spilled off her chin and dribbled onto her swaying tits…. some of it even dripping off the tips of her nipples and pooling on the floor between his legs.
As he enjoyed his ebbing climax, Lorenzo pulled Gianna’s mouth back onto his still hard dick… telling her to clean it off, then shove it back into his pants and pull up the zipper. After she did what she was told, Lorenzo stood up, pulled Gianna to her feet, and walked her over to where a defeated Angelo watched helplessly.
Standing directly in front of him, Lorenzo stood behind Gianna and spoke to Angelo over her shoulder, as he fondled and squeezed her cum-covered boobs with one hand, while using his other hand to stroke and finger-blast her pussy.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Angie…. you’re working for me again…. you’ll continue making the east side collections, like before, but from now on, you bring the money to my club personally.” He nodded over at Matteo and added, “Matty will count it while you’re there.”
Relieved that he was being allowed to live, and still in a bit of shock, Angelo said, “I… uh… of c-course, Don Lorenzo… n-no problem…”
Then Lorenzo grinned, grabbed both of Gianna’s tits and held them up…. like he was offering them to Angelo…. and said, “And bring your wife with you every time you come to the club…. I need to get my hands on these tits again… they’re fucking incredible.”
Dropping his gaze to the floor, Angelo weakly nodded his agreement.
Still standing behind Gianna, Lorenz squeezed one of her boobs… hard… then slipped his other hand in between her legs, grabbed a handful of pussy, and said into her ear, “You got that, sweetie?” Sobbing quietly, Gianna nodded her understanding.
Lorenzo chuckled and said, “Good….”, then looking directly into Angelo’s eyes, he added, “And if you ever disappoint me again, I’ll kill you both and hide your bodies where they’ll never be found… any questions?”
Gianna and Angelo both shook their heads.
“Good… you have four days to get both of you back to Cosenza…. don’t make me find you again.”
Then Lorenzo released Gianna, who walked back into the living room, grabbed her torn clothes from the floor and held them to her chest… barely covering half of her nakedness…. as she sat on the sofa, weeping softly.
Lorenzo nodded again at Enzo, who gave Angelo a final punch…. then left him crumpled on the floor as the three mobsters walked out the front door.
As they climbed into the car that would take them back to the airstrip, Lorenzo chuckled and said, “If I have to kill that stupid sonofabitch, I’m keeping his wife…. she gives a great fucking blowjob.”