There were some compensations, Max Bovino thought, leaning back nakedly in the huge leather chair, his strong, hairy-legs obscenely spread apart with his feet on the ottoman, so that the long-haired, ash-blonde girl could kneel between them, with her pretty face poised directly above his thick, massive, long cock spreading up ponderously from his tensed, hair-covered loins. One didn't have to wait until night… which was stupid and habitual in the first place, he thought to himself, smiling salaciously. A blind man lived forever in darkness; therefore, it was logical to fuck and be sucked whenever one felt the urge… and it was damned seldom when he wasn't lasciviously so inspired.
"How's she look, Lonny?" he questioned in a guttural voice, reaching down to run his hand over the great harnessed animal that lay beside him. The dog, obedient to his master's slightest touch, raised his head high, and with open mouth and panting tongue barked loudly in response, appearing to grin up at the lovely, naked girl. The big-man made a lewd chuckling sound and patted the huge boxer's head affectionately. Then: "How about it, Silk? She look as good as usual?"
"It's Lily," the tall, scrawny man with a hawkish, pitted face and the fleshy clothes responded. "She hasn't changed, Boss," he added, sprawled in his chair with gaunt legs stretched out, a scotch-and-soda in his bony hand, his own prick lurching in covetous lust inside his shorts.
"You stupid sonofabitch! I know who she is!" the blind-man spat angrily. "It's the scene I want. What the hell do you think I keep you around for… your brains? Now, start painting word-pictures for me with that filthy voice of yours before I order Launcelot to rip your nuts off!"
Silk Weaver came quickly to attention. He'd overstepped his boundaries and knew it. He sat upright, stealing a first glance at the tremendous, broad-shouldered, seeing-eye boxer before drinking in the lewd sight of the luscious, kneeling blonde-girl who was gazing down with ever-growing excitement in her desire-filled green-eyes at the rock-hard shaft of oversized flesh jerking convulsively to the touch of her small, gently stroking hand.
"She's just the way you like 'em, Boss. You know, big, firm jutting tits… a round, warm, full ass, and a naked cunt. She shaves it, the way you told her to, and it looks almost like a new baby's bottom… really all right, Boss. It's a beauty…"
"What the hell d'you mean? You ever fucked around with her?" Max Bovino snapped, leaning forward in his chair.
An expression of fright clouded the voluptuous blonde's attractive face, causing her to look up quickly at the twisted, handsome features of the naked man whose massive prick she was lovingly massaging and caressing with her small white hands. God forbid, she thought! She'd rather be dead than let that slimy snake, Silk, lay his hands on her!
"Max, darling, you know I'd never let any man touch me again but you…" the girl, who was Lily Vance, assured him sincerely, pressing her lips warmly to the moist tip of his hardening shaft, her tiny pink tongue swiping at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused to seep out. Its poignant tang sent a ripple of delight through her own tingling loins and she gazed longingly up into his face, wishing the eyes behind the shaded glasses could see and read the truth in her own, and the pleasure that just being able to suck him brought her. God, she loved him.
"Shut up, bitch!" Max ordered. "Answer me, Silk? You ever fucked with her, eh?"
"Hell no, Boss."
"You sure?"
"Christ, Boss… you know me better than that. I wouldn't lie to you…"
"Godamn you, Silk, you'd lie to your dying mother… but I think I believe you," the big man growled, a bitter grin twisting his mouth. "You know better than to touch one of my broads, then expect me to let her suck my prick after you've dirtied her. Eh…? Don't you?"
"Sure, Boss… I understand."
Max grunted and slowly lay back in his chair once more. Lily almost sighed aloud in relief. Silk hated her because she'd refused his advances a dozen times; he'd vowed to get even… and for one brief moment she'd thought that time had come. Now, Silk was grinning over at her evilly, as if to say, "Just one word from me, baby, and you've had it… think about that…" She shifted nervously where she knelt.
Max Bovino felt his hardened cock losing its erection. The little moment of doubt hadn't done one damn thing for his libido; but just the thought of that slippery, scrawny bastard daring to lay a hand on his private harem was damned near enough to turn him off… and he'd come to enjoy the cunt, too… Angrily, he twisted Lonny's ear and the animal whimpered painfully.
"You lousy slut!" he snarled at the blonde, winding his hand brutally in her hair. "What in hell do you think you're here for, eh? Well?"
"T-To suck you, darling…" Lily whined, feeling the tears rushing to her eyes from his strong hand nearly-wrenching the hair from her scalp.
"Then, start sucking, cunt… before I get someone in here who knows how to handle a prick… and throw you over to Silk, there…"
Without another word, Lily grasped at the wilt mg penis, pulled back the thick, heavy foreskin until the great, blood-filled head was glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm full lips down over it hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her mouth to swirl her tongue around and tweak at the tiny split on the tips.
"Hell, Boss, you remember, Lily. She always sucks you best, you said," Silk spoke, upset now that he might have incurred his employer's bad graces. "She's the broad you said you liked to fuck the best, too. Remember? The one big Lonny there goes for…"
"Shut up, I know," the big man coughed, thrusting his loins up at the girl's face. "T-Think I'm stupid, like you? Just because I can't see, Silk… don't ever get any crazy ideas."
"Awwww, come on Boss. You know me better than that," the pitted faced one replied, half-smiling as he watched the voluptuous blonde sucking at the handsome blind-man's heavy cock with obvious desire. He saw her small white hands weighing his big, muscular employer's bloating balls with unashamed lust as she bobbed her head up and down over his prick. Her lush tits swayed beneath her excitingly, and her magnificent ass was thrust out behind. Christ, what an ass she had!
He knew well enough. He'd watched her out in the casino where the girls danced topless and bottomless, with no secret little hair-pieces strategically camouflaging their pussies; in fact, Max had ordered that she keep hers shaved clean, and what a sight that was when she swung into her Godamned dance, that thin little pink split twitching right before his eyes… Shit! The bitch knew how bad he wanted her, but she was playing her present status with the big-man right to the hilt. She figured she was in… well, Silk Weaver could wait… and then…
"Tell me, Silk!" Max Bovino barked, lifting his pelvis into the air toward Lily's grotesquely distorted, attractive face. "What's it look like?"
"Hell, Boss, it's wild! I can see the pink flesh of her mouth being pulled out and clinging to your prick as she sucks you! Her lips are tight and her eyes closed. That blonde hair of hers is all over her head, flailing every which way, from bobbing up and down, and her tits are jumping and swaying like crazy, her nipples a half inch long! She's wiggling her ass… I think she wants something shoved right up that hairless, pink cunt!"
Max Bovino felt his rod stiffen in her mouth with Silk's words. He grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive fingertips down over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and along his own prick. Then, he inserted one finger along side his shaft into the warm wetness of her small mouth and felt her tiny, excited tongue wrap around it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her face, sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his brain. She began to moan and he said: "You want something in that hot cunt of yours, baby? Speak up if you do. Hurry… I like the idea… you're hitting me good, now."
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger. "Mmmmmm hmmmmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job.
A twenty-one year old girl and an ex-addict, friendless, in a strange city, was apt to submit to most anything that meant security, she realized vaguely; but that was before she had fallen in love with Max Bovino and his beautiful Launcelot… before she had become hooked on sex, rather than heroin.
Max leaned forward in mounting lust, worked at loosening Lonny's harness momentarily, then, snapped: "Now, Sir Launcelot, you old whore-master! Go get her! Fuck her, Lonny! Now! Now!"
The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Lily as Max kicked the ottoman away and she raised her buttocks high in excited anticipation. Immediately, the brute raised up on his hind-legs, mounting her with fore-paws wrapped about her full, undulating hips, his strong hind-quarters moving in close between her soft spread thighs, shoving forward his long tapered cock, while Lily quickly plunged one hand down between her legs to guide the stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her voraciously quivering slit. Furiously, the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist, pink pussy open wider and wider with every jolting plunge.
"Unh… unh… mmmmmmmm!" Lily moaned, the vibrations generating from her throat into Max's loins like a telegraphed message.
Christ! How he wished he could actually see it all… view it from every angle, the way it used to be in his plush Boston apartment when he was big-time… with mirrors all over the fucking bedroom and broads crying to get at his prick… the good old days before that lousy bastard had melted his eyeballs with acid… Sonofabitch! It wasn't any good to remember. Nothing was ever going to bring back his sight… but soon, he was going to have his revenge… after fifteen years… at least a part of it… and if he didn't get these thoughts out of his head right now, he was going to louse up his climax.
Hell, he didn't need to see, anyway! He could visualize! Those years in darkness had taught him more than the normal person could ever dream of!
Suddenly, the salaciousness of his imagined, depraved picture caused him to shove his loins up higher at Lily's face, and he envisioned her lips being drawn out contortedly, grasping at his cock as she sucked at it wantonly, while his dog Lonny fucked into her with his growing, long animal rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.
He actually lifted his head and looked down at what he knew would be a lust-twisted face. His finger-tips lightly touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between her ovaled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked it's husky base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted, mentally watching the crown of her head bobbing up and down below, while simultaneously she would be working her buttocks in little gyrating circles and Lonny relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling cock into her with violent machine-like thrusts.
The whorish little slut… he knew how she loved that dog's mighty prick thundering up into her… they all did, once he let them in on the treat, but it was that first time that he, himself, liked best… the way they'd cringe and beg in shame, their Godamned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their flinching holes… giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else could. And momentarily, that thought inspired another… What the hell did the Sheldon broad want? Whatever, it was all right… maybe a little premature, but that was okay, too; he'd waited too long as it was. If he'd moved when he'd first found out for sure, he could have enjoyed complete, vindictive pleasure… now, he was going to have to settle for a half-measure… but he intended to milk that for all it was worth.
Silk had described the little China-doll to him, as only that perverted bastard could, setting his balls to churning just thinking about her, and for a moment, he imagined that it was the exquisite half-oriental bitch sucking his prick and that sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.
Lily sensed her employer's throbbing reactions and began to suck at his ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy, with just his cock in her mouth and Lonny's magnificent thick prick pounding into her seething vagina.
The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and again, the beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel. The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft, white body to the core of her very soul.
She slipped her hands beneath Max's tense buttocks, cupping them in her small palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue wiped around and around the swollen glans furiously, until Max Bovino felt it pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all of his rigid shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.
Max wondered that the slut didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on, as if his cock was some sort of idol of adoration to her. He thought of Susan Sheldon and all of the lewd things he intended to subject her to. He thought of himself, the great Max Bovino, ex-Mafioso, retired to this hick-city by the brother hood because of his blindness, ousted from his rightful place, denied millions of dollars because of a stupid vial of acid… and vicious hatred and revenge, mixed with sadistic anticipation caused great pools of heat to build in the depths of his bloated balls, while he visualized her face working above his sweating loins. He imagined the tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a worshipper flipping into a religious spasm. The muscles of his middle-aged stomach tightened until he was sure they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up out of the chair, shoving even further between the moistness of her full lips.
Silk watched with lust-filled little eyes, his pants-front open now, and his rock-hard cock in his hand, while Lily Vance's wet mouth clasped greedily around his boss' thick white prick sawing upward into her lovely salaciously contorted, face. Excitedly, he hammered at himself and watched the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the rod as though held there by some unseen force. It was too much, the way the bitch was sucking and licking the big-man's massive prick, as if it were some phenomenon she'd never before had in her mouth, cupping and squeezing at his inflated balls with both hands, white fluid seeping from the corners of her mouth in tiny dribbles as she reveled in the debasement of mouth-fucking him, a masochistic light gleaming in her desire glazed eyes, while Launcelot's tongue hung loosely from his mouth and he pounded into her waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from the animal tongue onto the coated film of sweat covering her back, and Silk heard her begin to grunt and groan as he pumped harder at his own organ and reached for the handkerchief in his pocket, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw at his own testicles.
Max heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going to cum! This was when he wished he could see! Godamn! He writhed his hips furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head! He imagined her lovely face working, the lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body straining… Now! NOW!
"Suck it you cunt! I'm cumming!" he choked gutturally at her. "Suck it hard! Hard!"
He felt the needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into her receptive throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily sucking on and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down onto his prick.
Lily thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded cock buffeting into her in flamed passage. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked chokingly at Max's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of her asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush buttocks flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her unleashed in the moment she had been waiting for.
Silk Weaver gaped at the sight with wild perverted lust as Lily's white rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly, and he jumped from his chair to get closer, his own lurching member getting ready to belch its load into the handkerchief he held before its knob, its pulsating head an angry purple from the pumping punishment of his clutching hand. Then, he saw the thick white animal sperm oozing from the lips of her naked, grasping cunt, pulling and milking at the prick of the dog, forming thin trickles of the viscid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. Her backside glistened as the great beast's rod lost its strength and slipped out of her with a hissing, slurping sound, while his own climax racked his bony frame and the nozzle of his prick jetted its emission into the waiting handkerchief.
Max Bovino let off a long sigh and he slumped into the softness of his chair, his cock deflating in the slut's throat and mouth while she went on gently nibbling and sucking at it, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery fluid, then licking him dry to his total satisfaction. Finally, he pushed her away in disgust.
"All right, all right, for Christ's sake… get out of here, bitch," he growled angrily. "Enough of you is too much. Get rid of her, Silk. She makes me sick… and bring me a robe."
"Sure, Boss," the pitted-faced lieutenant said, tucking his own member away and zipping up his pants.
He watched Lily slip into her robe and knot the belt around her slender waist, at the same time trying to shake her hair into place with a wagging gesture of her pretty head, carefully avoiding the scrawny man's vicious little eyes. Then, he grasped her arm tightly and led her toward the door of the luxurious fortress-like suite that made up the entire third-floor of the Diamond Dell.
"Take your hands off me, snake!" she hissed at him under her breath, her cringing hatred obvious in her narrowed, tear-dampened green-eyes.
Silk leered at her evilly. "Cunt!" he whispered viciously between clenched teeth. Then, at the door, he added: "He's just about had his fill of you… then, it'll be my turn, bitch."
Lily's mouth fell slightly open as she realized what he'd said carried an unwanted horrible ring of truth. She had sensed it this time, too! Max was tiring of her! Dear God… and she'd let herself come to love him! Wh-What was to happen to her then? N-Not this filthy reptile! Never! She'd kill herself first.
Silk made an almost viperish little laugh and plunged his hand inside her wrap to clutch cruelly at her soft, rotund breast, squeezing and twisting at the tender nipple brutally before she actually realized what had happened. She gasped aloud, sucking in her breath sharply from the pain.
"What the hell's going on?" Max shouted. "I told you to get me a robe and get rid of that cunt!"
"Sure, Boss, right away," Silk said, grinning at her. Then, to Lily: "Maybe tonight, bitch, eh? I'll come to your place after the show and let you suck me."
"Never!" Lily rasped. "I'd die first!"
Silk shrugged. "Maybe that can be arranged too. Eh? Meantime, better get to your dressing room with the rest of the pigs. You go on in a few minutes."
"I-If you ever touch me, I'll tell him, Silk! I swear I will!" she warned, her face twisted with loathing fear. "He'll kill you…!"
"We'll see," the thin man replied, his evil leer never leaving his hawk-like face. "We'll see… won't we, baby…"
When he sat like that, staring off at nothing, his face almost a blank, Max Bovino gave Silk Weaver little gremlins in his belly. Ordinarily, you could see a guy's eyes and maybe figure some about what he was thinking. With Max Bovino, those dead slugs jerking in his head behind the dark glasses, you couldn't tell anything. He was expressionless.
Silk watched him, admiration for the handsome, broad-shouldered man in his small eyes. He was the perfect cut of the big-time, all right, the way he'd always pictured them, and just the manner he held his martini-glass… you could tell… if you knew anything at all, you could tell. Maybe, he was fifty… fifty-two, Silk wasn't sure, but one thing… he'd been there, on top of the heap, before the Godamned Boston Fintzerwold mob had made runny grape-pulp out of his eyes. And he'd bet his ass that Max had been tough… but then, the syndicate had put him out to pasture, setting him up in this jerk-water city for old-times sake when Max told them he'd picked a place… probably laughing up their safety deposit boxes, but the big-boy knew what he was doing. In less than a year, he fixed himself up strong, both politically and socially, playing all the angles perfectly. Hell, all a guy had to do was take a stroll through the casino during prime evening time to catch the elite with a fistful of chips and agog-eyed over the fixed roulette wheel… say nothing of the lawyers, judges, or city and state officials eagerly tossing the shaved dice. The big-man greased the right palms.
It was a fucking joke, that's what it was, and Max Bovino was pocketing the last laughs in healthy Swiss bank numbers. Not only that, but now his boss was about to satisfy the biggest unwanted debt in his life… the loss of his sight, and you had to give a guy credit for never giving up. That was Max Bovino, all right: that was the big-man, himself. He just wished that Max had listened to him before; then he would've had it all… full portion. Instead, Max had been contented to wait, like a man sipping rare-vintage wine, as he'd put it, just savoring the taste for awhile before he guzzled down the whole Godamned bottle. Anyway, that'd cost him; now he was going to have to get his charge from a half-bottle… Someone had already tapped the jug.
Silk swallowed at his scotch-soda and watched the big-man's blank face. What the hell, he thought, he had no complaints. Max had dragged him out of a New York gutter and lined his pockets with velvet, the way he'd never dreamed. Sure, he was a stooge… so what? If Max said, shit… he dropped his pants… and why not? The man paid. In the meantime, he, Silvan Weaver, learned… and in two years a guy learned a hell of a lot with Max Bovino for a teacher.
Booze, money, broads… what the hell else was there? He had 'em all; no broken-down bitches either, but sweet, tender little cunts like Lily Vance, once, the big-boy finished with them… and there wasn't much question but what he'd had it with her, Silk felt certain. The stuck-up little bitch, how she was going to wish she'd treated old Silk just a little kinder before this night was over. He snickered to himself as he thought of a few of the things he intended to do to her…
"What the devil are you simpering about, Silk?" Max snapped, without looking in his direction. Lonny, harnessed, and at his master's feet, growled in the scrawny man's direction at the mere tone of the blind-man's voice.
"Nothing, Boss. I-I was just…"
"Shut up and listen to me. I want you to deliver a message," Max cut him short. "Drive out to Quarrysite and tell that punk actor that I've waited long enough. Tell him I'm giving him… say, seventy-two hours to come up with the eighty-five grand he owes me… or I'm going to mount his nuts over my mantelpiece. Tell him I don't like guys who welch on their gambling debts and if you have to emphasize a few points, do it. Understand?"
"Gotcha, Boss," Silk replied, grinning sadistically.
"But… don't rough him bad, eh?" Max added, leaning back and sipping at his martini. "I don't want to louse anything up… I think I've got a pretty one going here. Maybe you better take Lou and Burke with you."
"Sure thing, Boss. Whatever you say."
"What time is it?"
Silk glanced at the diamond-studded watch on his thin wrist. "Four," he replied.
Max nodded and smiled. "Good. The Sheldon dame is due anytime."
"You want me here when she comes?" Silk questioned.
"No, that won't be necessary…" Then, on second thought: "Yeah… maybe for a few minutes, Silk. I want to taunt her a little. You can help me there." He pondered momentarily. "You're sure about her playing around with this Halo punk."
"Hell, yes," Silk answered. "No question about it. That's where he went last night… to her new place downtown."
"Good! Beautiful! Couldn't be better," the big-man said, running a hand over his heavy shock of greying, waved hair. He smiled to himself in his darkened world, then, held out his empty glass. "Get me another drink."
Silk moved quickly, taking the empty glass to the bar and refilling it. Max said to him: "Think maybe I'll let you have Lily, Silk. I don't believe there'll be room for her on my schedule anymore… after I meet Susan Sheldon, eh?" He chuckled lewdly to himself. "You like that?"
Silk swallowed tightly. "Sure… you bet I do, Boss. She's kind of… my type… if you know what I mean."
"Yeah? Well… I knew there was something about her that disgusted me. Come on, hurry with that drink for Chris'sake."
"Sorry, Boss," Silk said, placing it into his big hand. "Ahhhh… is that official? I mean, like tonight, maybe… me and Lily?"
Max laughed, looking straight ahead at nothing. "Suit yourself, boy. The cunt doesn't interest me any longer." He sipped at his drink. "Now… tell me again what Susan Sheldon looks like… and don't forget her kid…"