Posted by Rachael on August 09, 2004 at 18:11:46:
Story Codes:
F/M+, Violence, Rape, murder, FemDom, CP, crime
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Hitwife (Part I)
Fiction by rache
People didn’t believe I was getting married. I told all the boys and they laughed at me. Brooklyn Jimmy told me to shut up.
“Shut-up!” He said and he pushed his dick in my mouth. But he always did that. He loved getting head.
Sal was in my pussy, really hammering away at me from underneath and he just grunted. “OOF! Whatcha wanna do dat for, Rache?”
I couldn’t tell him because Jimmy was really deep in my throat already. “Mmmpphhh Mmphhh!” I said. But only because Lucky was pushing in my butt and he’s kinda big that way. The boys were giving me a good hard fucking because they knew that’s what I liked. Especially the double penetration, having two big Italian dicks sawing in and out of my pussy and ass at the same time always got me off. It was my weak spot, and they knew it. They’d been my crew for over a year, since I’d taken over the garment district in Manhatten.
They were all older than me. I’m just 21 this past July. A few years ago I wouldn’t have been anything but a morgue hound, being both young and a woman. But La Cosa Nostra, Our Thing, was changing. Getting smarter, and talent was getting to be more important than family. But being family didn’t hurt either; my Grandfather was Beni Graziano. May he rest in peace.
My crew had talent too, and I always loved the way Jimmy’s prick was long and thin. I could deep throat that man easy and it felt like he was all the way in my little belly with it. He’d been my Uncle Jimmy forever, but now I was a Capo, so I didn’t call him Uncle anymore. He’s 37 and wiry strong with thick black hair and a pretty face. His family came from Naples, but we didn’t hold that against him. Did I say Jimmy had sweet sperm? Mmmm…I don’t know what he was eating, but his cum tasted like honey, I kid you not. Sweet, sweet honey with just a hint of salt. I ate it on toast sometimes.
Sal, on the other hand, had a big thick cock. It was like a baseball bat, really. And I loved the way it stretched my little pussy just right. He bitched all the time about it because the other boys made him go last if they were gangbanging somebody. But he knew how to use it and he always got my cunt when we fucked. He was a first generation Sicilian, having got off the boat when he was just a kid. Big, barrel chested and strong as a bull, he was my knucklebuster and I loved the man. At 43 he was the oldest too, swarthy like a pirate with thinning hair.
Lucky was an ass man, and his cock was built for it. Not too thick, not too thin. Just long enough so you knew he cared. He could make me cum sometimes just from fucking my ass. Sal thought it was because his family came from Brescia, and had been goat herders for hundreds of years. But I thought it was just good genes. And real skill too, Lucky knew when to take it easy, and when to pound my rump like I was a 3-dollar whore coming off a coffee break. He was blonde and blue, like an angel, and tall with classic features. He was only 33 and tended to be a little hot-headed, like all good ass men.
Anyway, we were at the Frontier Club, the place I’d bought from Fat Charlie for a dime when he couldn’t pay the vig on a note to Sally Jigs. Tony the Barber ran numbers mostly, some sharking, and a couple unions out of there. It paid good and he sent a lot of respect to the Don every week. He paid me a lot of respect too, since it was my neighborhood. But running ponies and plumbers wasn’t my thing, solving problems was. I made my bones early, real early, and a lot of the boys didn’t like that. Tough shit.
I wasn’t thinking about any of that while my three boys fucked me though. I was airtight and feeling good all over. Being a little Italian girl with these three studs had been rough at first. Sal, especially since he was old school. They figured they’d break me or something, but I figured if I didn’t fuck my crew they’d always be wondering about it. Looking at each other and trying to figure who was getting a slice of my pie. The only thing to do was do ‘em all at once and get it out of the way. We’d been getting it out of the way now for almost a year. It was great though, and pretty soon I was cumming really nice and then the boys were cumming too, making me squeak all over.
I gave Jimmy one last suck and Lucky pulled out with a tight *POP* sound, and then I slipped off Sal, walking a little bow legged to sit down on the leather sofa. It was already stained, so nobody cared. I lit a cigarette.
“Yep, I’m gonna be a married woman, boys.” I blew out a cloud of blue smoke and stretched.
“Well, whose dat guy anyway?” Sal asked me. He was sitting on the table now, that big dick of his still drooling on the floor. “Hey pass me dat dere termus, Jimmy.”
“Yeah, Rache who’s the lucky stiff?” Jimmy laughed and jabbed Lucky in the ribs. “Stiff, get it?”
“Ya ya. I get it.” He looked at Jimmy. “You mocking me?”
“Huh?” Jimmy looked confused.
“Gimme dat fucking termus!” Sal repeated. “An where’s my fucking pants?”
I laughed; these guys were always the same. “He’s a College Professor, from upstate. I met him at my sorority reunion last June.”
“Youse in sorority? Whatcha do, ship somebodys Rache?” Sal was getting dressed.
“It’s a college club for dykes, you stupid wop! Not solitary!” Lucky was getting dressed too.
“It’s not just for dykes, Jesus you guys. Where’s my panties?” I looked around and Jimmy held them up.
“I was gonna wash em for ya.” I snatched them out of his hand. “Perv.” But I laughed.
“Dis mattress shit is for da birds.” Sal was grumbling and then the phone rang. It was time to go to work.
---At the docks
“I swear, I didn’t know who it belonged to…I found it…” Frankie Fingers was talking, being reasonable. He’d somehow found a suitcase full of coke and our boss, the Don, had lost one. What a coincidence.
The guys talked for awhile while I sat on a crate smoking. Frankie didn’t know I was there. I tuned him out, looking at the moon and wondering if baby blue really was the right color for my bridesmaids. The guys were going to wear navy blue cummerbunds, maybe pink really was better, as Paul’s mother had suggested.
“If you don’t come clean, we gotta get Rache over here to find out why. We just wanna know what happened to Yancy.” Lucky was being reasonable too.
“Wha-What? Rache is…here?” That gave him something to think about.
“I dunno, is she?” Lucky played with him a little and Sal chuckled.
“Look, I don’t know, I told you. It was in the locker, I got the key from that bitch Simone.” Frankie sounded desperate. He was probably telling the truth. “In the Bronx.”
“S-E-E-M-O-A-N…Like dat?” Sal was writing it down and Jimmy laughed at him.
I tossed my cigarette and walked around the corner. “Hi Frankie, you piece of shit.”
*BLAM*
*BLAM*
I shot him twice in the head. “Let’s go home.” The boys followed me back to Sal’s caddy. We’d find Simone later, it was Friday night and my fiancé was in town.
I picked up my VW Rabbit outside the Frontier Club and drove back to my apartment. Paul was there waiting for me, he always came down on the weekends and I came in quietly because the poor dear was already asleep on the couch. I stashed my gun, a little BDA .380 that I loved, along with my switchblade, in my underwear drawer. Then I changed into something sexy, a little negligee and panty set in teal.
I checked myself in the mirror, brushing my long black hair and adjusting the bust on my negligee over my handful sized tits, they weren’t much, but they were nice and firm, pointy dark nipples too. I was only 5’2” tall, so the negligee came down a little low on my narrow hips, but my ass was perfect and the panties rode nice. I was satisfied, and totally horny. Time to wake up my fiancé so we could go to bed.
I could feel Paul’s cock getting hard as we kissed and though it was kind of small, it still felt nice, but… “Paul, we can’t.”
“But why?” He sounded like a little boy.
“Because we’re not married, silly.” I kissed his nose. “I’m not one of your grad student sluts, come on.”
“But…We’re getting married.” He tried and pushed his cock a little further between my closed thighs.
“I want to be pure for my wedding, Paul. My family’s Sicilian, if I don’t wear white it’ll be like walking on my mother’s grave, and that woman was…”
“A saint, I know.” Paul sighed. “Why did I fall in love with the only virgin over 18 in New York?” He shook his head sadly. “How about a little, uh…” His thumb traced over my lips.
“You want me to…to do…that?” I opened my eyes wide and sounded properly shocked. “I’ll rub it for you, but that’s all!” I said sternly and gave him a little handjob. I don’t know what it is with men.
Afterwards, laying there cuddling nicely, “Mmmm…so how was work?”
“Oh, the same. It was slow tonight.” I threw my negligee on the floor; I’d let him cum on it. Then I hugged him again, feeling good with my bare breasts against his body.
“You know, you could quit and come upstate and stay with me.”
I laughed and kissed him. “No, I’m a good catholic girl remember? I need a ring first, then we can live together.”
“And then we….” His cock was growing again. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple weeks. “Are you sure we can’t do it just once?” He kissed me and rocked his hips. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
“Down boy.” I grabbed his balls and gave them a playful squeeze. “Do you want to marry a slut?”
“No!” He gasped. “Noooo….not at all.” We didn’t say anything for awhile. “But I just don’t see why you want to keep working at the club, I know the tips are good, but…”
“I like it. I like the guys there; they’re funny. Now stop talking and lick me!” I pulled his head down between my thighs happily. Paul was totally submissive, he just didn’t know it, but I could tell. He wasn’t stupid, just naïve, and I was trying to bring him along slowly, but I had the feeling time was working against me.
Sometimes he wondered why it was okay for him to go down on me, but not vice versa. He’d even asked me about it once. I’d kicked him out of my bed and hadn’t let him back in for 3 weeks. He never asked again, he just did as he was told. Paul was already whipped, just as he needed to be if he was going to be a Mafia wife…er…husband. The Don was old, and a good stable family was important, it showed responsibility. That’s the biggest reason I was marrying Paul. That and he was 3rd generation from Palermo, our kids would be ringers.
---the next day
The next day I met the boys at the Frontier. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down. “Where’s this Simone?” I asked, fishing for a cigarette.
“I got some feelers out in the Bronx, I think she works for Louis down on 8th.” Jimmy kicked back in his chair. “You look good this morning Rache, like you got some good dick last night.”
I shook my head. “Nope, just great tongue.”
“You didn’t fuck your boyfriend, Rache?” Jimmy looked at me.
“Nope, he thinks I’m a virgin.” I looked at them. “And he’s gonna keep thinking that until we get married, you guys understand?”
“Faggedaboudid.” Sal grinned.
Lucky laughed. “A virgin? That’s a good one, Rache. He’s gonna have balls the size of grapefruits, eh?”
“I’m just training him. Besides, when I wanna fuck, that’s what I got you guys for.”
“Youse wanna some great dick, Rache?” Sal was fishing his big cock out of his pants. “Put a liddle creamy stuff in yer coffee dere.”
I could never say no to these guys, I really was going to miss them if I moved upstate with Paul. I got down on my knees and starting sucking Sal’s penis while Jimmy slipped behind me and pulled my skirt up over my hips.
“You tell that boyfriend about us, Rache? How you love fucking around with the…Uh! …boys?” He pushed his cock in my pussy and I moaned. It felt really nice.
“Mmmppphhh…mmmph…mmmphhh!” I said.
“Doncha talk wit dat moutful, Rache.” Sal tried to push his dick in my throat, but there was no way. I just swirled my tongue around the huge head and massaged his big hairy balls with my hand. “It ain’t polite.”
Sal came right away and I swallowed him down greedily. Jimmy was taking his time, which was good because Lucky finally showed up and shoved his long hard cock in my mouth. I sucked him hard and he was a fast cummer this morning too. I ate his sperm and looked over my shoulder at Jimmy.
“What are you doing back there? Reading the paper?” I fucked back against him hard rolling my hips.
“I’m practicing this tantric sex thing.” He said.
“What da fuck is dat?” Sal asked.
“It’s when ya think about girls from Jersey while you’re fuckin, so you can’t cum.” Jimmy shook his head and slapped my ass. “These guys don’t know nothing about pleasing a woman!” Then he fucked me like he meant it and made me cum three times really fast.
Later I had to get a new cup of coffee because my first one was cold.
“You didn’t answer my question, Rache. You tell your hubby to be that you’re a prime fuck for your crew?” Jimmy was circling some horses while he talked. “Here kid.” He gave the paper to Georgie, the numbers kid who did the running.
“I told you, he thinks I’m a virgin.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
“I thought you was kidding. But you told him about us, right?” Lucky was nervous, high strung and feeling me out to see what I’d told Paul. I didn’t like it, but that was the business. You were never paranoid enough.
“I uh, didn’t tell him I had a crew.”
“What? So where does he think you go everyday?” Lucky grinned at me.
“Here. I told him I was the waitress.” They all got a big kick out of that and I blushed a little. “But I told him, you know, I needed my nights out with the boys.”
“Night out wit da boys!” Sal laughed.
“What did he say?” Jimmy leaned back and lit a smoke, passing it to me.
“He said that was fine. He trusts me.” I was feeling a little defensive.
“And that means he don’t know shit about you, huh.” Lucky had it all figured and I nodded. “You just watch him, Rache, some of the boys ain’t gonna like it.”
The phone rang and we went to 8th Avenue in the Bronx to talk to Louis.
---The Bronx
Louis was a skinny black guy with an attitude. We had him in his crib, with three of his lily white whores sitting on the couch while I played with his balls on the coffee table.
“You know who I am?” I asked him, stabbing his scrotum with my fingernails while Sal and Lucky held his arms and Jimmy pointed his .38 at the girls.
“Yeah, I know you.” He tried to sound tough, but it was hard with his balls exposed. He had a nice dick too, not as big as Sal’s but respectable. I ignored it.
“Then you know who I work for.”
“Yeah, I know him too. So fuckin what?”
I took off one of my shoes. It was a Prada sling with a 2-inch heel that fell off a truck into my lap, genuine too, not a Chinese knockoff. I hammered his left testicle with the heel. Every guy in the room winced and the girls stared in disbelief. Pimps were like gods to these stupid bitches.
“So that’s what, homey.” I put my shoe back on; glad I hadn’t busted the heel. I waited until he was done puking. “You give up Simone and you keep the other nut.”
“I don’t…I don’t know where she is.” He looked at me with wet eyes. “She…the bitch ran off with some white dude. Name was…Bucky or something.”
“Bucky, huh.” I lit a cigarette. “Which one of these bitches makes you the most money? I looked at the girls; they were all low class crackwhores.
“…Lila…Delilah there…the blonde.”
The other two girls inched away as Jimmy pointed the gun at her.
“Where’d they go?” I asked the girl. “Bucky and Simone.”
“How should I know?” she said.
“Jimmy.”
*BLAM*
I looked in Louis’ eyes as Jimmy put her brains on the wall. The other two girls screamed and one said, “They went to Atlantic City, Bucky works at the Royale. He’s a dealer.”
I smiled at Louis. “You didn’t know that, huh? Jackoff.”
*BLAM*
*BLAM*
I pulled out my pistol and shot him twice in the face. The whores knew the deal, anybody who asked was going to get bullshit about some crack heads from Harlem looking for a fix. More than likely nobody was going to ask, Louis didn’t have any friends and the cops were gonna be happy to see him gone.
Lucky tracked Bucky down, he was a dealer all right, just like the girl said. He was working that night so I told the boys I’d talk to him alone. Jimmy had problems with Jersey anyway.
I dressed nice, wearing a little Gucci thing that had gotten lost in the garment district. Paul dressed up too; he’d never been to Atlantic City. We pulled up to the casino in my Rabbit, since Paul never let me drive his BMW; it was his baby. That would change after we were married, I thought. The valet parked it and I slipped him 20 bucks. We walked in and I saw one of the pit bosses who was into me for seven large, but he was a good payday. He waved at the floor manager who came over to say hello.
“Rachael, hello…” He glanced at Paul, not having a clue who he was. I shook my head just barely.
“Just came to play a little, Rudy.” I told him.
“Great.” He called over a chipper, a pretty girl in a tight dress who ran chips for high-rollers and scrawled a note. He comped us for 3 grand in chips and a room, we chatted while we waited for her to come back.
“If you want I can tell Mr. Sciani you’re here.” Rudy smiled a little nervously.
I laughed and hugged Paul’s arm. “You’ll tell him anyway, Rudy, don’t play me.”
“Well…” He started.
“I just want to play a little…Hmmm…What’s Bucky dealing?” I looked around like I was trying to spot someone I knew.
“Who? Bucky? Uh…He’s dealing blackjack.” He checked a little notebook. “Table 6 with Anna.”
The girl came back with a tray of chips and a magnetic room key. I thanked her and gave her a $100 chip. She smiled and walked off.
“Just tell Mr. Sciani I’m here and I’m going to play blackjack with Bucky” I smiled sweetly. “Its just business.” My eyes were cold and Rudy nodded.
I pulled Paul away and he looked at me quizzically. “What was that about? Why did we get all those chips? And a room? What…”
“Oh Paul, Rudy is an old friend of mine. Don’t worry about it; let’s just have fun. Okay?”
“Yeah, Rachael…uh, sure.” He looked a little worried, poor man. I held him close as we walked to table number six.
Bucky was a handsome young man, with short brown hair. He looked positively devilish in his dealer shirt and I sat down at the only available seat. It was a 20-dollar minimum, so that’s what I bet.
I looked fine sitting there in that dress and more than a few men noticed, but I only watched Bucky as he’d steal glances at my breasts. He was cute, and he liked the girls. I figured he had Simone back at his place, but the way he was looking at me, she wasn’t on his mind. I played a few hands, not really caring if I won or lost and then I turned to Paul.
“Be a dear, would you Paul, and get us something to drink?”
“A waitress will be around…” He protested.
“Oh, but I’m thirsty now. Please sweetheart?” I smiled and he smiled too, wandering off to find the bar.
I looked at Bucky until he caught me, looking me in the eyes. I gave him a sexy little smile and lowered my eyes slightly, then looked back up. I put five hundred on the table. “My husband will be back in a minute.” I said to the man next to me. “So I better do this while I can.” He smiled and wished me luck.
“Five Gold on Six.” Bucky called to the pit boss, telling him someone was betting $500 on one hand.
“Five on six.” The boss acknowledged, walking a little closer so he could watch.
“This could be your lucky night.” Bucky smiled at me and started dealing. I had a king and a seven, the dealer was sitting on a six.
“It could be.” I agreed coyly.
He dealt the 4 hands before mine, 2 of them going bust before coming to me, the morons. “Stand” I said.
Bucky gave himself a ten. “Dealer has 16.” He took another card. “Jack of spades, dealer pays all.” He put five gold chips next to mine. “Luck is a lady tonight.” He smiled.
I gathered my chips and looked to see Paul coming. “What time do you get off?” I asked Bucky softly.
“One.”
“Meet me at the Keno.” I tossed a gold chip on the table for him. “I feel lucky.” I smiled and intercepted Paul, telling him I felt like playing roulette.
Paul and I were doing okay, which is always easier when you’re playing with someone else’s money, when a chipper handed me a note. Mr. Sciani was asking for a little chat, no surprises there. It only took half an hour, although Paul must have wondered if I’d got lost on my way to the powder room.
We finally got to bed about 11pm after I’d made sure he’d had a lot to drink. Not the watered down stuff they served the old ladies either, double rums and cokes, cause those always hit him hard. I had him eat me to a couple alright orgasms, he wasn’t particularly good and complained the room was spinning. But I had time to kill and Paul needed to know this was what I expected from him, drunk or not. He passed out shortly thereafter and I didn’t bother cleaning myself up, because it was already 12:40 by the time I was sure he was sleeping next to me. I just put my panties back on and slipped my dress over my head, combing my hair with my fingers and throwing on some quick lipstick.
I checked my purse, making sure I had my switchblade and went downstairs. My pussy was pretty wet and my girl juice was trying to get out, so I adjusted my panties in the elevator. I smiled for the camera as I did it.
Down on the casino floor I ran into Rudy again. “How’s blackjack?” He asked me.
“You need a new dealer.” I said with a shrug.
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, nobody gonna miss him.” Rudy looked around.
“Thanks Rudy, that’s all I needed to hear.”
“Sure.” He paused. “Who was that guy you’re with?”
“My fiancé.” I laughed and he shook his head, not really believing me.
I went to the big Keno room and Bucky was just coming through the open doorway on the other side. He watched appreciatively as I walked over. I was moving pretty sexily, but not totally by design, mostly it was because I had cream running down my thighs. It was making me horny.
“Lucky Lady!” He smiled and I did too.
“My favorite dealer, hi.” I took his arm and started walking towards the front doors. “I don’t know what it is,” I told him, “but blackjack always makes me so…horny!” I whispered lewdly, blowing in his ear and pressing my breast against him.
“I can help you with that.” Bucky promised.
“Oh, I know you can!” I handed the valet my check and they brought my little rabbit around a few minutes later. I gave the man a 20-dollar chip and got behind the wheel as Bucky got in the passenger side. “Let’s go see if the ocean is still where I left it.”
I drove out of the city and onto an old frontage road that ran along the Jersey marsh. I parked in a good secluded spot and reached between Bucky’s legs to find the lever. “Please lower your seatback to its full fucking position.” I said with a giggle and watched as his body fell back with a gentle thud.
“Oh yeah. Great car!” Bucky grinned as I reached for his pants, unzipping him and pulling out his cock. I started kissing and licking it gently, finally taking the head in my mouth and feeling it beginning to swell. “Oh, shit…that’s nice!” Bucky put his hands on my head and urged me on. He was even nice enough to pull my hair out of my face.
I gave him a nice slow blowjob, both of us enjoying it and then pulled my dress off, exposing my body to the cool night air. I moved to straddle him, pulling my soaked and sticky panties aside and guiding the smooth head of Bucky’s cock to my waiting pussy. I slipped him in easily and moaned as I sank down on it, feeling the long hard shaft filling me. I was still pretty full of my cum and I was squishing as we started to fuck slowly.
“Jeeez, baby…You’re soaking!” Bucky grinned and I pulled his mouth to my tits.
“My husband was giving me head.” I breathed. “I didn’t have time to cleanup. I hope you don’t mind.” I ground my sex down hard, rotating my hips and rocking my ass. It felt wonderful fucking him like that and his tongue was starting a real fire in my nipples.
“No, fuck no…I don’t mind…he warmed you up good…” He started thrusting into me harder, rocking the car and making me gasp as his cock went deeper and deeper. I was cumming already, and we’d just started!
We grunted and groaned, kissing and fucking for a good 15 or 20 minutes before Bucky told me he was getting ready to cum. “Do…do you want me to…pull out?” His voice was breathless and I shook my head.
“Nooo…no…just fuck me…just…oh! Cum inside me…oh god!” I was cumming again and this time Bucky’s cock erupted with me, shooting warm jets of his sperm to mix with mine inside my womb. It was fantastic and I shuddered with the pure pleasure of it.
He was still in me, still hard a few minutes later when I’d come down from my orgasmic high. He started moving again, slowly. “That was incredible…” He breathed. “I could fuck you all night!”
“Promises, promises!” I laughed and started rocking on his cock again. “Do you ever go soft?”
“Nope!” He grinned at me. “Ready to do it again?”
“Oh yeah!” I pulled his head back to my boobs. “Bite me this time.” I groaned as he nibbled my left nipple gently, fucking his prick in and out of me in short stabs that really rocked my clit.
But it was time for business. I moved my right hand down between the seats and flipped the snap on my purse, finding my switchblade. I clicked it open with a little *snick* sound that was barely noticeable above our heavy breathing and the creaking of the seat as we fucked on it. I brought the knife behind my back while I cradled Bucky’s face to my breasts. “Oh…fuck me hard, lover!” I breathed and pushed the young man back against the seat. I arched my back a little while he grabbed my hips, stroking into me hard.
I probably could have cum again, if I’d wanted to, but instead I brought the knife around in a quick deft stroke, stabbing Bucky through his left eye and pushing 7 inches of steel into his brain. I gave it a little twist and bounced hard on his swollen cock, feeling his body jerking beneath me. His arms went rigid, coming up a little as if to remove the knife, then shaking and falling lifelessly. His cock erupted suddenly in a spray of semen and it finally did make me cum one more time as I rode that death-induced climax. His right eye stared at me lifelessly and I kissed it before I opened the door and slid off him.
I dragged Bucky out of the car and onto the spongy ground. There was very little blood, and most of what there was had just run down Bucky’s face like a big crimson tear. I pulled my knife out and cleaned the blade on his shirt, closing it and tossing it on the seat. I took his wallet, opening it and removed his driver’s license, I saved that too. I removed his jewelry and the money in his pockets, including the chip I’d given him earlier, wondering why he’d saved it, and putting it all in a small plastic zip lock bag.
I went to the trunk of my car and put on an old sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, then a pair of boots. I got my shovel and found a good spot. Digging holes is a fact of life, it wasn’t the first I’d dug, and probably wouldn’t be the last. But God, what a pain in the ass. I didn’t get back to the hotel until almost 5:30. I’d emptied the bag in a river, tossed my knife in it too, and taken my car to a carwash, throwing away my clothes and taking a bath with the sprayer. I went to a diner close to the hotel and ordered breakfast then used the phone, leaving a wakeup call for Paul with the front desk with a message for him to meet me at the diner. Then I called Lucky, waking him up and telling him to get his butt up to Jersey.
“And bring the hushpuppy.” I told him.
I finished breakfast and sat reading a paper and drinking coffee until Paul showed up. I told him I hadn’t been able to sleep and decided to get a paper and some breakfast. He looked pretty rough and ordered some coffee. He asked me about my appearance. I was wearing that same dress, but it was wrinkled and looked dirty. My hair was dry, but stringy since I’d just washed it with cold water. No makeup or anything.
I just laughed at him. “Better get used to it, lover. This is what I look like after a hard night!” I gave his crotch a little squeeze. “Last night was great!” Guys love hearing that and it totally diverts any attention they might have for anything else.
“What?” He looked at me in disbelief. “We…you mean we really…?”
I shook my head. “You’ll never know.” I loved torturing the poor man. I called the waitress over and ordered a lot of food, knowing Paul had a horrible hangover. “You need to eat, you’ll feel better, trust me.”
After we ate, I looked at the clock on the wall. Lucky should have been here already and I was starting to get pissed. I told Paul I wanted a little more coffee; and I did really, I was tired. I really wanted a cigarette too. Finally, Lucky came in, dragging Sal and Jimmy behind him. I frowned. If I’d wanted Sal and Jimmy I’d have told him.
I waved at him anyway and they walked over to our booth. “Hi guys!” I smiled, just for Paul’s sake. “Fancy meeting you here!”
“Yeah, fancy dat!” Sal chuckled. “How you doin Rache…el…Rachael?” I was surprised he caught the look on my face that quick.
“Hey Rachael, is this the lucky stiff?” Jimmy smiled at Paul and reached across the table. “How ya doin?”
Paul shook his hand, but he was pretty confused. “Rachael, who are your friends?”
“Paul, this is Jimmy, Lucky, and Sal…they’re the boys…uh, Lucky’s the bartender at the club, and Jimmy is the…valet. And Sal, he’s our bouncer.” I smiled at them. “Boys, meet my fiancé, Paul.”
They all shook hands and exchanged hellos. “The boys are going on a little, uh, hunting trip and I sort of promised I’d go along.” I smiled sweetly at Paul.
“Hunting, yeah…uh huh…right…hunting.” All the boys spoke at once, looking at each other and nodding. I hadn’t expected to have to explain why I was leaving with 3 men, instead of just Lucky. Paul was pretty naïve, but he wasn’t stupid.
“Hunting.” Paul said. “In New Jersey.” He stared at me.
“Now Paul, remember, I told you…these guys are like my brothers. Don’t be jealous!” I pulled his ear close to my mouth. “It’s not like I’m fucking them!” I smiled. “I promised I’d go and make sure they didn’t starve to death, Lucky has a little cabin out in the marsh someplace and I’m going to play babysitter while they go play…man stuff…or whatever you men do. Just wait for me at the casino, we have a lot of chips, just…have fun!” I grabbed him and gave him a kiss. “But don’t bet any of your own money! Understand?” He nodded and I pushed him out of the booth, the boys making room for him to stand up. “Now go…” I gave him a gentle push. “Go on…win me a new car!” I laughed and he walked out, confused, unhappy, and feeling very neglected.
The waitress was standing there. “Are you guys gonna stand here all day? Or do you wanna eat?”
The boys sat down and I reached under the table grabbing Lucky’s balls and squeezing hard. “Did I say bring every-fucking-body?”
“Ouch! Fuck!” Lucky jerked away. “No..uh…no you didn’t boss.”
I glared at him.
“Dat boyfriend youse got is nice Rache.” Sal said.
“Yeah Rache, I like him.” Jimmy said.
“I’m sorry.” Lucky said.
“Alright, we’re going to Bucky’s house. Simone’s gonna be there and we’re gonna find out what happened to Yancy.”
“Rache?”
“Yeah, Sal?”
“Can we eat first? I’m starving here.”
“No. Who’s driving?”
In Sal’s big caddy I fished Bucky’s license out of my purse and gave it to Lucky. “Find this address. Wake me up when we get there.”
Later at Bucky’s little white house, just this side of Newark, I rang the doorbell and a woman’s voice asked who I was.
“I’m Rachael, Bucky sent me to give you something.”
“What?”
“An envelope. Some cash, he said give it to…uh…Simone.”
“Put it in the slot.”
“He said give it to Simone, not put it in a slot.” I sounded tired because I was. And pretty irritable, my period was coming in a day or two and I could feel it.
She opened the door and peered through the crack. I held the envelope up and she unchained the lock. “Bucky sent you?” She asked. “Where is he?”
“He’s sleeping, hey can I use your bathroom? It was a long drive and I gotta go.” I gave her the envelope. It had 1200 dollars in it, all the cash we had between us, and that put her at ease. People who wanted to hurt you didn’t usually give you a bunch of money first.
“Oh, sure, come on.” She let me in, not bothering to lock the door again as she looked in the envelope, and led me through the kitchen to the bathroom.
I sat down and peed, feeling much better, and took the hushpuppy out of my purse. It was a .22 semi, with a closed breach and a 5” baffled tube that I twisted onto the 4” barrel. It used short rounds, low velocity that Sal hand loaded, and it couldn’t hit a barn from 30 feet, but I wasn’t going to be that far away. It was quiet, very quiet. All that silencer crap you see on TV is bullshit, it’s a real hassle making a gun quiet and silence was impossible. The soft thud of the hushpuppy was as good as it got.
I came out of the bathroom and found Simone sitting at her kitchen table still counting the money, probably for the 4th time. I stood in the doorway, about 3 feet behind her and waited until she noticed I was there, she turned and her eyes got wide looking at the gun in my hand. I moved forward, jamming the oily metal in her mouth and grabbing her by the hair. She was smart enough not to fight. She’d been a whore for a long time. “Anybody else in the house?” I asked quietly. She shook her head slightly.
I walked her backwards into the living room and sat her on the couch. “I’m going to ask you some questions and you’re going to tell me the truth.” I heard the boys trudging in through the kitchen and I called out. “In here, boys.” Then I turned back to Simone. “You lie and I will know and the boys will have to find some way to make you tell the truth, do you understand?” She nodded and I took the gun out of her mouth.
“You gave a locker key to Frankie Fingers, where’d you get it?” The boys stood behind, me looking around and being quiet.
“What key? I didn’t…” I shook my head and she shut up.
“You don’t wanna start off on the wrong foot, Simone.” I kept my brown eyes hard, staring into hers. They were a pleasing shade of aquamarine. “Lucky, what do you think of Simone?”
“She’s pretty hot, boss. I could rape that ass all day long.” Lucky lit a cigarette. “Yep, piece of meat like that. I bet she’d do Sal too, no problem.”
“You want your ass raped, Simone?” I gave a little shrug with my eyebrows.
“I didn’t have anything to do with it. I swear, I was just holding it for Frankie.” She sagged a little.
“Who gave it to you?” I sat for a minute and waited. “Who gave you the key, Simone.”
“He’ll kill me, please…” She started getting wet in the eyes.
I sighed. “Boys, fuck her in the ass would ya? I need a cigarette.”
I sat in Bucky’s old lazyboy smoking one of Lucky’s cigarettes while they gang raped Simone’s ass. They gagged her, but didn’t bother tying her down. She was tall and willowy, probably weighed even less than me. Skinny body, with a good boob job, 34C’s I supposed. I contemplated getting mine done, maybe Paul would like it if I had some big balloon tits. The thought made me laugh. Simone was screaming through her gag, like she had at first when Lucky had fucked her raw. With Jimmy she’d been quiet, but Sal…Jesus. That had to be killing her.
“I didn’t know they made rubbers that big, Sal.” I said, watching his monster cock ripping into Simone’s bleeding ass. I made the boys wear condoms whenever they fucked anybody but me. Even their wives, cause I wasn’t gonna catch shit. I told em, if I caught them fucking somebody without a rubber, I was gonna dig a hole. But once in awhile I fucked a guy unprotected, like last night with Bucky. Some risk was just a part of the business.
Once he was done, Sal took off his dirty rubber and threw it on the girl’s back, joining the other two. She was shaking like a leaf and her skin was cold and clammy. Whore or not, being brutally ass raped by three pretty big guys was gonna do some damage. I kicked her in the ribs.
“Roll over, bitch.” She did it slowly, moaning into the dirty dishtowel shoved in her mouth. I pulled it out and let her take a few sobbing breaths. “Tell me where you got the key, or I’m gonna fuck ya. And believe me Simone, you ain’t gonna love it the way you loved my boys just now.” I traced the barrel of my gun over her pussy lips.
“C-Carmine…I g-got it from Carmine.” She whispered in her shaky voice. Her whole body was jerking with little sobs.
I pushed the silencer into her cunt, fucking her with it. “Carmine who?”
“I-I don’t know…I swear I don’t know his l-last n-name…oh please…I swear!” I pushed the gun as far inside her vagina as I could, until my knuckles touched the faint wetness of her pubic hair. “D-Don’t kill me…Please. He…he works for Danny Pats. That’s all I know.”
I felt my nipples hardening under my dress. She was pretty, all trembling and tears, blood staining her thighs from her torn anus. Pale and delicate as snowflake, poor Simone. I stuffed the towel back in her mouth and started pulling the gun out. Her eyes filled with hope and that made my pussy cream. I shoved the gun back into the recesses of her pussy and pulled the trigger three times fast. Three little whispers and the girl screamed long and hard as her body went rigid. I pulled the gun out and gave it to Lucky, he sniffed at it suspiciously.
I hitched up my dress and pulled my panties to the side. “Fuck me Sal!” I urged him, getting on my hands and knees and knocking Simone’s hands out of the way so I could rest my cheek on her belly. He took me gently at first, sliding his huge cock home while I listened to the woman die. It would take awhile, and I hoped Sal could last that long.
Jimmy started a pot of coffee and him and Lucky played gin in the kitchen. I could hear them talking while Sal fucked me with long deep strokes that were making me squirm.
“She’s one crazy bitch.” Lucky was saying.
“Fucking morgue hound, I knew it.”
“Shhh, shut up Jimmy, ya moron. You wanna get clipped?”
“Fuck. We’re all clipped; you heard that cunt, Lucky. Carmine? Works for Danny Pats? Ring any bells?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Carmine Capina? He’s a made guy; we can’t touch him. You think the Don is gonna start a war over a fucking suitcase? And if Frankie was his boy…”
“We’re fucked.” Lucky said. “Gin.”
Simone died long before Sal finished with me. What a stud! I was a mess though, seriously sweaty and gooey and all bothered in a good way. I took a shower and contemplated what to do about Carmine Capita. And Donate Pattazi. And Jimmy. I didn’t like being called a morgue hound. Even if it was true. I’d have to talk to Bert, the Don’s consigliore, before I did anything else. I borrowed some of Simone’s clothes, putting my own in a trash bag. The boys got their money back and we put Simone in the basement. We cleaned up and left. It had been a long day and we were all hungry.
We ate at a little Italian place Sal knew and it was good. On the way back to Atlantic City I was sitting in the back with Sal and I had Jimmy pull over on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike. I put my gun to the back of his head. Sal stared at me, and Lucky, in the front passenger seat turned to look, then shrank away towards his door.
“Oh fuck, I knew it…I knew it…” Lucky was saying. “I told ya…”
“Shut up, Lucky.” I said. “Jimmy, you’re like an uncle to me. I love you. But if you ever call me a fucking morgue hound again, I’ll do you like I did Little Paulie, you got me?”
“I got it.” Jimmy was very still.
I counted to 10 silently, just staring at the back of his head while everyone held their collective breath, and then I put my gun away. “Let’s go.” Jimmy pulled back into the heavy Sunday afternoon traffic and I leaned over to Sal. “Keep your eye on him, Sal.” I said softly and the big man nodded.
I wasn’t really worried about Jimmy. He wasn’t a hot head, he was smart and he’d know I meant what I said, but that I also wanted to keep him around. He’d let his tongue slip, always dangerous in our thing, and he’d learn from that little experience. If he’d said that around anybody but the boys I wouldn’t have said anything, I’d have just buried him. Respect is everything. It’s power.
Little Paulie had been in my crew, when I first got made. He was a good kid, 29 years old, smart, a good earner and a great lay. But he confused sex with business, and assumed since he was boning me I wouldn’t mind if he skimmed a little. That and he liked to call me babe around the neighborhood. I might have only been 20 years old at the time, and female, but it didn’t stop me from taking off his balls with a shotgun and feeding him to the fish. It had been a good lesson for the rest of my boys and I hoped they weren’t forgetting it.
It was a long drive back to the hotel, not much to do. So I decided to fuck Sal again. I don’t know if he takes Viagra or what, but for a guy twice my age, he sure can get it up. Fucking on the freeway is a great thrill anyway; I get that voyeur thrill, even though nobody can see us. The windows are all tinted very dark; it’s technically illegal but the cops don’t enforce it. And even when they do, fifty bucks takes care of it. The caddy is a great car too, big back seat and it had enough headroom I could ride Sal’s dick with no problem at all. I didn’t quite cum, but it was close by the time Sal shot his enormous load deep inside me.
I wanted more though and I wanted to show Jimmy I wasn’t pissed anymore. So he pulled over and Sal drove while Jimmy fucked me good. He was apologizing and I kissed him hard, telling the stupid wop it was okay. He was making me cum because he really wanted to treat me right. He licked and bit my breasts so hard I was worried that Paul would see the marks, but I couldn’t stop him. It was too good. I thought my nipples were going to explode. He turned me around so my back was against his chest and he rubbed my clit while we fucked, getting me off hard 3 or 4 times before he came. It was so nice we did it again, even though Lucky was watching and panting like a dog, waiting impatiently for his turn.
We pulled over again and Lucky came back, Jimmy riding up front now with Sal. Lucky was bitching because my little pussy was so stretched out, but I told him no, no ass fucking today. Put it all in my cunt. So he fucked me hard, but lasted a good long time because I wasn’t nearly as tight as he needed. He came as we were pulling into the Royale parking lot and the Valet opened the door just as Lucky was pulling his cock out of me. I smiled at the blushing young man and pulled my panties on, smoothing Simone’s dress and getting out. I told the boys I’d meet them at the club the next day and waved goodbye.
I had 4 big hot loads of man cum in my belly and I felt like someone had shoved a garden hose up my slit. I walked gingerly, trying to keep my thighs together all the way to my room. I knocked on the door and Paul let me in, looking at me with surprise. He was wearing his boxers and nothing else, I guessed he’d been taking a nap.
“What happened to you?” He asked, helping me over to the bed.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a mess. My body flushed, my face a little red. I was holding my tummy and feeling glorious from my countless orgasms. Two hours of fucking does that to a girl. I laid down on the bed and Paul sat next to me.
I pulled him down and kissed him passionately. He responded slowly, but soon warmed up as I sucked his tongue greedily. He felt my body, running his hands up and down the thin dress I wore. I let him pull the straps off my shoulders and bare my breasts. They were bruised and my nipples swollen and red, little red splotches dotted my skin from Jimmy’s sucking mouth.
“Wha…” Paul started talking but I ignored it and pulled his mouth to my tits with a sigh. He licked and kissed me, but not as good as Jimmy I thought. I knew what I wanted and pushed Paul’s head down, lower and lower, and he peeled my dress along with him. Kissing my stomach and hips. He pulled off my panties and stared at my cunt, puffy and soaked with semen. My gaping slit shone with the juices of 3 other men and Paul had to know what it was, but I didn’t care.
“Eat me.” I commanded him and pulled his resisting mouth to my cunt. I was going to cum again any second and I wanted to feel his tongue when I did. He was trying to pull back, but I slapped his face and the shock of it ended his resistance. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled his mouth to my sex, cumming as I felt his lips touch mine. I clamped my thighs to his ears and bucked my hips wildly. My fiancé was licking me, licking the cum of my crew. He was tentative at first but seemed to resign himself to what I wanted and I felt his tongue entering me slowly.
“Oh Paul…yes…do it…eat me darling…lick all that nasty sperm out of me…” I was climaxing again and I couldn’t breathe! I ground my pussy to his face and his licks became deeper, probing my tender worn pussy and digging my boys’ cum out of my womb. I made him do it for an hour, admonishing him to swallow it down, to use his fingers and tongue, scooping the creamy globs of semen from my vagina. I rolled him on his back, sitting on his face and making him tongue fuck to another wonderful orgasm. By the time we were done I was totally spent. I’d cum so much I thought I’d just met God. It was devastating.
I lay there basking in it.
“You…you’re not a virgin…are you, Rachael?” Paul finally asked me. He lay there beside me, his face covered with juice, looking decidedly unhappy.
“I am with you, Paul.” I told him, reaching down to stroke his wet face. “And I will be until we’re married.”
“I don’t understand. You…made love to those men we met this morning…right?” He swallowed hard and looked a little sick. He was probably thinking about all that cum he’d just eaten. “But you won’t…make love to me?”
“I fucked those men, Paul. We didn’t make love. There’s a difference.” He didn’t say anything. “I’ll make love to you on our wedding night, because it’s…symbolic. It’s important.”
“But if…” he was trying to reason it out and I shook my head.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes, of course. I just…” He lifted his hands and shrugged.
“Do you want to marry me?” I persisted.
“Yes, Rachael, but…”
“And do you care if I have sex with other men?”
“Yes. Dammit. I do care.” He sounded exasperated, the poor dear. He just couldn’t seem to understand that I have needs. It was time to play poker.
“Then get your stuff and get out.”
“Wha-What?” He looked at me like I’d just slapped him.
“You heard me. Get your crap and go, I never want to see you again.”
“But…but…”
“What are you waiting for?” I stared at him.
“I love you.” He said it so softly, like he wasn’t sure that it was even important to me.
“I love you too, but I love fucking my boys too. If I have to pick, you lose.”
“Don’t make me…”
“What?” I said like I hadn’t heard him.
“Don’t uh…don’t choose then…” He sounded so desperately sad.
“Tell me I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” I touched his face.
“You can…fuck…whoever you want.” He was almost ready to cry and it pleased me.
“When?” I needed his surrender, complete and unconditional, like his love.
“When…whenever…you want, Rachael.”
“Even after we’re married.” I demanded, just so he’d know what to expect.
“Even…even after we’re, uh…married.” He choked on the words, but got them out.
“Do you swear?”
“I, yes…I swear.” His voice was a little stronger, more resolute and I was so proud of him!
“Good, then you can stay.” I pulled my hand away from his warm cheek, as though I were very glad that subject was out of the way.
He started to touch me.
“Stop. I’ll tell you when I want you to touch me from now on.” I looked at him. “There are some changes we’ll be making in our relationship. Some things you need to understand. I do love you, Paul, very very much. I will be a good wife and a good mother to your children someday.”
I reached down and slid my hands inside his boxers, grabbing his cock. “This belongs to me. I will fuck other people. You will not. Do you understand that?” He nodded. I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, so his whole body tensed and his hands moved as if to protect himself. “These are mine too. I don’t love you because you’re strong, or because you’re a man. You’re not.” I deliberately insulted him. “You asked why we got this room, why we got all those chips last night. It’s because people respect me, Paul. They respect my power. The minute, the very fucking second I lose that respect, I’m done. I’m fucking dead. Do you understand?”
He nodded and I squeezed his balls again, so hard his eyes watered. “Rachael…please!”
“No. You don’t understand, but I’ll teach you. I wanted to wait for this until we were married, since if you’re my husband they can’t make you testify against me in court. But I don’t think we can wait that long. Pack our stuff, we’re going back to New York.” I let go of his balls and he took several deep and slow breaths.
I took a shower and dried myself off while Paul got our stuff together, we didn’t have very much anyway. He picked up my purse, surprised at how heavy it was and I watched in the mirror as he opened it. He took the gun out slowly, looking at it. He set my purse down and turned to look at me.
“What’s this?” He asked.
I wrapped the towel around my head, walking over otherwise naked, and took it from him. I removed the clip and ejected the round in the chamber, in case he should shoot one of us accidentally, and gave it back to him. “That is mine. I’ll let you look at it this one time, but if I ever see you touching a gun again in my life, I will hurt you.” I pushed the bullet into the magazine.
He looked at me, a little naked Sicilian girl with a pink towel on her head. “What?” He asked, either in disbelief or confusion, maybe both.
I sighed loudly and took my gun back. I slammed the magazine home and chambered a round. I grabbed my silencer and gave it a twist and pressed the muzzle to Paul’s heart and spoke very slowly. “If you ever touch a gun again…I will break your heart.” I stared into his eyes. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He stared back into mine and I wasn’t sure what I saw there. I looked down and realized he had an erection pushing at his boxers. I dropped the gun down, caressing his hardness through the thin cotton with the barrel.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked him gently.
“Yes.” He closed his eyes for a second.
“You need a strong woman, don’t you Paul?” I pulled his cock free with my other hand, pressing the gun to his hot flesh. “Someone in charge, telling you what to do.”
“Yes, I like it.” He licked his lips.
“Are you a morgue hound, Paul?” I gave him a sly smile, as if I knew a secret.
“I…I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s someone who doesn’t have the balls to be strong, to…take…what they want. Even kill, if they have to. They just like to be around the people who do. They serve them, and love them. Morgue Hounds want to hear the stories, and smell the blood, and taste death. But they’re afraid to pull the trigger…”
I stepped closer, pressing the gun into his hand, cocked and loaded. I grabbed his penis and spread my legs, rubbing the head across my slit…“Can you pull the trigger, Paul?”…I kissed his chest…“I shot a woman with that gun today.”…biting his nipple…“Three times in her cunt.”…rocking my hips against his straining cock…“It took a long time for her to die.”…I dragged my teeth across his skin…“Sal fucked me while I watched her. While I listened to her dying.”
I split my labia with the head of Paul’s penis, not so he’d actually enter, but just sliding my swollen lips along the top of his shaft. “Could you do that?” I took his hand slowly and lifted it, pressing the muzzle below my left breast. “Pull the trigger, Paul, show me you’re not some morgue hound.” I was soaking wet and my juices flowed over his cock as we moved. He was breathing hard, listening to me with his eyes closed. “Pull the trigger, Paul, and I’ll let you fuck me. Do it. Shoot me and fuck me, now, here…tonight. Do it!”
He lowered his hand to his side and the gun slipped from his fingers, landing on the thick carpet with a soft thud. I smiled at him and slapped his face hard. “Get on your knees, bitch.” I told him. I had him lick me until I came, holding his head as my legs went weak and I humped his mouth with my cunt. When I’d had enough I picked up my gun, disassembling it and putting it in my purse again. I got dressed and told Paul to do the same. He’d changed, as he had to I suppose, realizing who and what he was. I knew he’d be a good husband.
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