Mob Mistress by Renee Rose

he had created. Reaching around the front, he slid his fingers over her glossy slit. “I knew you’d be ready for me,” he purred.
    Pulling out another condom, he rolled it over his shaft, wishing for once he could skip it and get the full sensation of her hot pussy enveloping his bare cock. He pressed against her entrance, groaning as she welcomed him in, her plump folds parting with the sweetest sensation as they closed around the head of his member.
    He gripped both her elbows and pulled them back, pressing her chest down on the washing machine as he pumped into her.
    “Who do you belong to, little girl?”
    “Ahh…”
    He fucked her harder. “Who owns you?”
    “You do!” she gasped.
    This time he finished, slamming his pelvis against hers until he came with a roar. “Come, Lexi!” he commanded, and she bucked, her body obedient to his will, her muscles tightening around his cock in a pulsing crescendo.
    Even after he pulled out, removed the condom and zipped up his pants, he held her immobilized against the washing machine.
    Tracing a finger down her butt crack, he touched her little pucker. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”
    “No,” she panted.
    “No? With an ass this sweet? Because they didn’t try or because you told them no?”
    “I told them no.”
    “You don’t tell me no, though, do you?” he said, pressing his finger more insistently. She tightened against the intrusion, and he drew his hand back and slapped the back of her leg. “Spread your legs.”
    She whimpered softly and opened her legs.
    He brought his palm up, square on her pussy.
    She shrieked.
    He repeated the action, spanking her pussy again and again, delighted that despite her cries of protest, she held perfectly still for it. He dipped his thumb into her juices to lubricate it, then pushed it against her anus, gaining entry as he slid two fingers into her pussy at the same time. He finger fucked her, first pressing his thumb, then the two fingers, alternating holes as her mewls of protest and need grew louder.
    “From now on, if I have to punish you, I’ll be using you here. It will help you remember who is in charge,” he said, thrusting harder.
    She screamed as she bucked in a third orgasm, giving a sob of relief as it shook her. He eased his fingers out and pulled up her panties, flipping her skirt down. Turning her to face him, he kissed her.
    “Good girl.”
    Her eyes were dilated and she looked drunk, her knees wobbly beneath her.
    He put his arm around her waist and guided her toward the door. “What else do you need to do to close up?”
    She looked around blankly. “Uh... just lock up, I guess.”
    He washed his hands in the sink and stopped by her station. “Where’s your purse?”
    She gave her head a shake, as if to recover her senses. “Oh! Got it.” She opened a drawer and retrieved the purse, taking out her keys. She set the alarm and they exited. When she selected the correct key, he took it from her hands and locked the door.
    “I’ll drive you home, but I can’t stay. That call was bad news.”
    She searched his face, her sharp intelligence returning, but she knew better than to ask.
    Remembering when she had received bad news, he asked, “How is your sister?”
    “Better. She’s out of the hospital and sounds like she’s doing fine. I don’t know — sometimes it’s hard to tell, because I had thought she was fine before, you know?”
    “Right. It’s probably especially hard to tell from a distance. Are you sure you don’t want to fly back to visit?”
    “Yeah, I’m sure. But thanks, that’s a generous offer.”
    When they reached the apartment, he walked her to the door, pulling her into his arms and kissing her when they reached it. He could sense her disappointment at ending the date early, but doubted she would complain. He stuffed some cash in her purse without her noticing — this was not the moment to make her feel cheap and used.
    “Goodnight, baby. Be good.”
    She