[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG] _________________________________________________________________________
THE PRECINCT II -Pt-4 Title: CORPORATE AGENDA
Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< MANAYUNK
23 year old Andrew Roberts awoke from a sound somber on his day off, feeling aroused. He rolled over in bed, expecting to feel the warm body of his lover (52 yr old David McConnell), but was surprised that his side of the bed was empty. Andy looked over at the clock, noticing the time, then he heard the sound of the shower running next door and realized that his boyfriend must be getting ready for work.
He got out of bed (his hardon leading the way), and stepped out into the hall. He opened the door to the bathroom (the room heavy with steam), and walked over to the toilet to take a leak. He could see the silhouette of McConnell behind the pained shower glass as he lifted the lid to the toilet, then (awkwardly) aimed his erection down towards the water. As the yellowy piss started to splash into the bowl, Andrew entertained the idea of jumping into the shower with McConnell for a morning quickie. They hadn't had time to made love since McConnell's son showed up unannounced on their doorstep, but Andy didn't see any reason why they couldn't get it in now...?
After peeing, Andy restrained himself from flushing and snuck over to the shower where he was sure McConnell was washing up for work. But when he pulled back the shower door and prepared to step in, he realized he was rudely mistaken when he found himself staring McConnell's 21 year old Elliot. Elliot stood under the spray of water, rinsing off soap lather, his face as shocked and surprised as Andy's. "Oh shit...!" exclaimed Andrew embarrassed, his eyes quickly roaming over Elliot's naked body. "I'm sorry..., I thought you were David...!"
"Obviously...!" smirked Elliot, nodding towards Andy's erection.
"Oh shit...!!" exclaimed Andy, covering himself modestly as he ducked out of the bathroom, --Elliot's laughter following him in the background. He dashed back to the master bedroom he shared with McConnell, and slipped on his pajama bottoms.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, completely mortified by his actions.
"You okay...?" asked Elliot, emerging from the bathroom with a white towel modestly wrapped around his V cut waist.
"Huh...?" asked Andy, still shaken by the mistake. "uh..., yeah...yeah..., YOU okay...?"
"I'm cool..." smiled Elliot, venturing into the room. "...I've been in college for the past 3 years..., I'm used to people barging in on me in the showers...!"
Andy had no reply to that visualization as Elliot looked about his father's bedroom. "So..., this's where all the magic happens, eh...?" he asked, looking down at the big bed. Andrew jumped up, feeling uncomfortable...
"uh..., yeah, I guess...!" he muttered, having felt no magic last night.
"What're you doing here...?" asked Elliot bluntly, receiving a look of confusion from Andy. "I mean..., shouldn't you be at work or something...? Dad left about an hour ago!"
"Oh...! I'm off today...!" explained Elliot.
"What a coincidence..., ME too!" laughed Elliot, getting a chuckle from Andy. "So..., what do you do for fun around here...?" asked the 21 year old. "From the looks of things I'd say cleaning...!"
"No..." laughed Andy. "...David likes to ready..., and I play video games...!"
"PS3...?" asked Elliot, hopeful.
"Of course!" answered Andy.
"Zombie Ninjas From Hell...?" asked Elliot, hoping beyond hope.
"That's my favorite game...!" said Andy.
"Awesome dude! You set it up while I get dressed...!" said Elliot, running from the bedroom to the guest room as Andy knelt down to turn on the Playstation...
Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PRECINCT-23
22 year old Jake Valentine rushed into work at the end of roll call. His Sergeant was just beginning the morning meeting, giving information, making announcements, and explaining expectations. When the 15 minute meeting was over, the Sergeant called Valentine over and introduced him to his new partner, --30 year old Rodney Ellis.
"Show him the ropes, Jake..., he's fresh out of the Academy like you were two years ago!" said the Sergeant, walking away.
"Hi..." said Jake, shaking hands with the 6 foot 1, 190 lbs dark skin rookie. "...I'm Jake! What would you like me to call you...? Rod...? Rodney...?"
"Officer Ellis!" answered the man, sternly.
"Okay..." said Jake, putting on his driving gloves as he headed out to the lot to his patrol car. "I've been on the Force for two years now. And I can you tell from experience..., that it's easier just to kick back relax and observe for the first few weeks..., get yourself a feel for the neighborhood we patrol before making any rash decision or reactions...! Things ain't always as they seems!"
"In other words don't judge a book by its cover...?" asked officer Ellis, following Jake to the squad car.
"Well..., yeah, basically...!" agreed Jake.
"...cause not all black people are criminals..." added Ellis, getting a strange look from Jake. "...some of us are actually on the right side of the law...!"
"That's not what I meant..." defended Jake.
"Look here, white-boy..." said Ellis, sternly. "...I don't need no uppity honky telling me how to act and react around my own people! I ain't just visiting the hood for 8 to 12 hour shifts, I LIVE here! I know how to read good from bad!"
"Okay, okay...!" defended Jake, grabbing the car handle. "I didn't mean it like that..., damn!"
Ellis kept a wary eye on Jake as he rounded the car to the passenger's side and got in.
"I hear you're pretty close to Captain McConnell...?" he asked, buckling in.
"Yeah..., he's a good friend of mine...!" said Jake proudly, putting the key into the ignition and cranking the engine. "You'll meet him one day. He's really a good guy...!"
"I look forward to it!" said Ellis, as Jake put the car in drive and exited the lot.
Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
27 year old police detective Malik Jones punched in, then headed to his desk with a slight limp. The walk was not lost on his Narcotic's team..; "I see you're limping, Malik..." said detective Macnamara, sipping a steaming cup of (squad-room) coffee. "...rough night with your boyfriend...?" laughed the Caucasian man, hardily.
"No..., your daddy couldn't make it last night...!" said Malik, jokingly.
"Hey..." snapped Macnamara, slamming his hand on his table. "...MY father died in the line of duty here, making the streets a safer place for punks like you...!"
"Let it rest, Scotty..." said 32 year old detective Maleece Cortez, sitting back in his swivel chair. "...YOU started it!"
"And I'll fucking well finish it, too!" said the angry detective, looking for an argument.
Maleece and Malik looked at each other, their eyes saying what their lips wouldn't. Malik walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of black java. He put the cup up to his nose and took a deep sniff before tasting. Almost immediately his face frowned as his taste-bud felt under attack.
"This's supposed to be coffee...??" he asked, adding an overdose of cream and sugar.
"I supposed you think you can make it better, eh Nancy...?" asked Macnamara, being a wize ass. "There's a Starbucks down the street if you don't like MY coffee!"
"Good idea...!" said Malik, trashing the cup. "I'm treating...!" he said to his partner.
Maleece looked at his hot steaming cup of black mud sitting on his desk (destined to still be sitting there 20 years from now), then jumped up from his desk and grabbed his jacket.
"You're on!" he said, beating Malik to the door.
Maleece and Malik got into an unmarked vehicle, then left the station. 20 minutes later they were leaving Dunkin Doughnuts with 2 delicious hazelnut lattes. "What's Macnamara's problem...?" asked Malik, walking through the parking lot of the Dunkin Doughnuts. "Is he an asshole to everyone..., or is it just to minorities...?"
"Jury's still out on that one..." said Maleece, heading for the driver's side. "...but he's harmless..., you just have to get past all the bullshit jokes, sarcasms, and innuendos!"
"Wow, that's a lot! How do YOU do it...?" asked Malik, opening the door to his side of the car.
"I just think back to how I felt working as a uniformed officer..., --always puts things into perspective for me!" said Maleece, having hated uniform patrol.
Malik chuckled.
"So if Tempest ain't using kids to smuggle his drugs anymore..., how is he doing it nowadays...?" asked the petite 5'9" detective.
"Well..., we've managed to intercept 2 huge shipments of his Sextasy before it reached the streets...!" explained Maleece, starting the car.
"Kewl! How'd yall do that...?" asked Malik, impressed.
"We have a deep undercover officer working inside Tempest's camp...!" informed Maleece, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Great..." said Malik, enthusiastically. "...who is he...? Do I know him...?"
"Can't say...!" said Maleece, pulling into traffic.
"I'm not new to the Force, Maleece..." reminded Malik, "...I know how to keep a secret...!"
"I'm sure you do..." said Maleece, defensively. "...it's not that I don't want to tell you who the undercover operative is..., in truth I don't know WHO the officer is either! Nobody does except McConnell! After he found out there were so many corrupt cops on Tempest's payroll (Bruce Gardner, Douglas Whitmen, Alan Cooper, Joseph Justine, and Donald Blake in Precinct Twenty Three original series)..., he didn't trust placing anyone in harms way by letting everyone know who the operative was...!"
"So only McConnell knows who he is...?" asked Malik, curiously.
"Yup..." answered Maleece, "...and he ain't telling anyone anything..., until the time is right...! Every once in awhile we get reports, telling us where Tempest men will be or what time a shipment is due...! It's real clock and dagger shit!"
"Do you have any speculations who it might be...?" asked Malik.
"None whatsoever..." said Maleece. "...McConnell hired a new detective no one ever got the chance to meet so no one would ever know who he was! He could be practically anyone in Tempest's camp...!"
"Anyone with a new face under a year..." surmised Malik, sipping his flavored coffee. "That's pretty smart..., provided the guy survives working under Tempest! I'd hate to be in his shoes if Tempest ever found out who he really was...!"
"That's why McConnell's keeping the guy's name a secret..., if Tempest ever got hold of him, he's as good as dead!" agreed Maleece.
"Death would be the least of his problems...!" said Malik, thoughtfully. "Tempest once found an undercover cop trying to infiltrate his organization, and handed the poor sob over to a 200 pound Gorilla he had hyped up on Sextasy...! The poor bastard was fucked so hard that his ass was totally caved in...! You could've driven a semi through his asshole after that!"
"I remember that..., --Carl Thompson..., Gardner's old partner...!" said Maleece.
"Yeah..., gives me the willies just thinking about getting fucked by big hairy gorilla!" cringed Malik at the thought.
"Yeah..., nothing like the big muscled convict that made you come into work limping this morning, eh...?" laughed Maleece, cutting his eyes from the road as Malik playfully punched him in the shoulder...
Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY
Just off Broad Street, in the heart of the Italian Market lies a well known family restaurant called `Cicelies', renowned for its authentic Italian cuisine. The owners were known to have had long time ties with the mob, allowing it to stay in business longer than most other restaurants in the area. It was there that the head of the Vincelli family (Paul) had some of his favorite meals while conducting the business of the day (first and last seen in the Oct 2000 gay/encounter story entitled "Under The Table"). On this particular day, he had agreed to meet with members of Tempest Williams' drug ring.
It wasn't often that the Italians mixed business with the African Americans, but when they did, they usually had good reason.
58 year old Paul Vincelli sat at his favorite table before official business hours, a white linen napkin tucked in his collar like a bib, protecting his expensive suit and tie from the rich sauces and red wines he would inevitably spill during the course of his meal. His right-hand man (Frank Castell) sat by his side as Vincelli's personal bodyguard and organizer. For the past 10 years he's watched his boss scoff down full plates of spaghetti and meatballs dripping in thick rich tomato sauce, along with freshly baked garlic breads, heavy cheeses, red wines, coffee, and untouched salads (more for show than consumption).
"You know your doctor would flip if he saw what you were eating for breakfast...!" said Frank, looking at his watch as his boss stuffed his mouth with another heaping mouthful for rich delicacy. "It's not even 11 o'clock yet..., didn't he tell you to lay off the rich pasta dishes...? You're not gonna have to worry about somebody killing you in the streets..., you're gonna give yourself a heart attack just by eating those heavy rich starchy foods...!" warned Frank.
Vincelli never stopped chewing as he reached his pudgy (diamond ring encrusted fingers) into the inside of his suit pocket, then pulled out a prescription on heart pills.
"That's what these fuckers'r for...!" said the fat man, tipping the scales at over 400 pounds "What's the point of bein' alive if ya can't enjoy the finer things in life...?" asked Vincelli, slamming the pills on the table as he stuffed yet another heaping mouthful.
Frank watched, trying to mask his disgust as his fat hairy boss consumed the sloppy sauced meal like a pig in slop. For 10 years he's had to watch the Vincelli head eat and get fatter and fatter, slowly killing himself with food. The only real consolation the bodyguard got from sitting at the table with Vincelli was that occasionally he got good blow jobs while going over business. Vincelli was a fat man, but there were only 3 things he loved more than food; --money, his wife (Gloria), and blow jobs (in that order). Vincelli was renowned for having someone (usually a female) stuffed under the table, working on his Italian sausage while he mixed business, food, and pleasure.
Frank watched his boss scoff down his meal, his chin, cheeks, and napkin covered in red sauce as he grunted and gasped between bits. Frank looked at the overweight man oddly, before casually lifting the heavy tablecloth to peak underneath..., "What ya lookin' for...?" asked Vincelli, curiously.
"Just checking to see if you had someone stuffed under the table...!" answered Frank, having heard those grunts and gasps before.
Just then the front door of the restaurant bust open, and in walked Tony Vincelli, Paul Vincelli's 30 year old nephew.
"Uncle Paulie..." called the slick dressed Italian as he took off his shades and briskly walked up to his uncles' table. "...how ya gonna go an' have the meetin' without me...?" he asked, lividly. "Ya know I been wantin' to get more involved in the family business...! How'm I supposed ta learn is ya leavin' me home all the time...?!"
"We called you..." said Paul Vincelli, twisting his fork around in his spaghetti. "...your momma said you just climbed into bed at 6am after stayin' out all night partyin'...!"
"That don't mean I can't still do business...!" argued Tony, his hands on his hips for dramatic effect. "You're the last of the old family..." reminded the nephew, "...who's gonna take over the business when you die...? This guy...??" he asked, looking at Frank. "He's not even family!"
"No..." said Vincelli, chewing. "...but at least HE knows how to get up in the morning! He's responsible! He doesn't hang out all night snortin' coke and bein' a big shot when we got business to conduct in the morning! He knows more about the business than you do...! And that's nobody's fault but your own! Your father tired to get you into the business before he passed, but you never had time what with all the pussy you chase!"
"You should talk bout chasin' pussy, uncle Paulie..." responded Tony, "...you've been cheatin' on aunt Gloria for years...!"
"ah..., but I know when to cheat, and when to get my ass up for work...!" countered Vincelli, looking up at the door just as 4 black African Americans walked into the closed restaurant. Vincelli signaled for Frank to go check them out before they got any closer to his table.
Tony followed him.
"Hey..." smiled the head black man, a 300+ pound dark skin male named Pooh.
"Put your hands up...!" ordered Frank, briskly walking towards the group.
"Yo, we were invited...!" said Pooh, following instructions.
"I know...! Did you leave your weapons outside...?" asked Frank, patting Pooh down and checking his pockets for any hard bulky items like a gun or a big knife.
"Of course we did..." said Pooh, lowering his arms as Frank went to the next man and did the same. "...did you leave yours...?"
Frank didn't answer as he finished searching the second guy, then moved on to the next.
"And who might YOU be...?" asked Tony to the only female accompanying them.
"I'm luscious...!" said the woman, dressed in heavy makeup, long dark hair, a tight form fitting dress, stockings, heels, and a fur coat.
"Ya most certainly are...!" flirted Tony, his eyes wandering up and down the woman's physique as she chuckled and blushed with embarrassment. "I'll check THIS one...!" he offered, rubbing his hands together as Luscious raised her hands for a body search.
"They're clean...!" called Frank, finishing up with the three men.
Vincelli motioned for them to come over to his table while Tony Vincelli indiscreetly ran his hands over Luscious' breasts, feeling her up.
"Are these real...?" he asked, squeezing the heavy c-cups before slowly running his hands down the sides of her dress to grab a heaping handful of her fat round bootilicous ass.
Luscious giggled girly as Tony explored her body, getting aroused as he bent down before her, then slowly ran his hand up the inside of her thigh to check between her legs. His confident facial expression turned curious for a second when his hand touched something that wasn't supposed to be there. He fondled the odd feeling object for a second, trying to determine what it was. His face suddenly showed the clarity as he jumped back in mortal terror..., "You'r a fuckin' man...!!" he said, holding his hand away from his body as if it were suddenly diseased.
"Does that mean my body search's over...?" asked Luscious, disappointedly.
"You bitch...!!" screamed Tony, running into the kitchen to wash his hands after fondling a man's strapped equipment.
Luscious merely shrugged her shoulders, then proceeded to the table to join the fellas.
Frank and Vincelli laughed at Tony's discovery.
"So..., that's one of Tempest's girly boys, eh...?" asked Vincelli, looking Luscious over. "Not bad...! Very passable!" said the older man.
"Maybe in a dark nightclub...!" said Frank, disagreeing.
Luscious frowned at the bodyguard.
"I'm Paulie Vincelli, head of the Vincelli family!" introduced the fat Italian in heavy accent. "This's my associate, Frank...! And the one screaming obscenities in the kitchen is my nephew Tony!"
"I'm Pooh...! This's my boi D-Money..., and this's Kane...! He's the one who heads up our South Philly ring..., he's the one you'll most likely be doin' bizniz with if this shit goes well!" informed Pooh, introducing his crew.
"Who's the man-girl...?" asked Vincelli, taking a break from eating.
"That's Luscious..." said Pooh, "...she's just here for show!"
"Are her lips real...?" asked Vincelli, feeling a stirring in his crotch.
"Of course..." answered Pooh, "...black people don't need collagen injects...!"
"Bet it gives great head, eh...?" asked Vincelli, reaching down to rub his dick. "There's nothin' better than head under the table while discussin' business gentlemen...!" informed the older man.
Pooh looked over at Luscious...
"You heard `em bitch..., move yur ass...!" ordered the black man.
Luscious rolled her eyes, then took off her coat and slowly got down on her knees and climbed up under the table as all of the men began to take their seats. Luscious saw Vincelli's pants open, and reached up to pull his dick free. The short but fat uncut dick and balls popped out of the opening and dangled before her face. Luscious tried not to hurl as she squeezed her head between his fat inner thighs and took his meat into her mouth.
"ah..." sighed Vincelli with a smile on his face, the meeting already going better than planned. "..now, onto business! I hear you spooks've been sellin' that crack smack in my neighborhoods..., and I don't like that...!"
"It's Sextasy..." corrected Pooh, "...and Roswell Heights is a BLACK community!"
"But it sits smack dab in the center of the Italian Market...!" countered Vincelli, "And everybody knows, WE own South Philly!"
"I understand..." said Pooh, thoughtfully. "...so what's it gonna cost to keep our boiz sellin' were they are, without any hassles from you...?"
"That depends..." said Vincelli, pausing for a moment as Luscious deep throated his 6" cock to the root, smashing her face into his gut. "...on what kinda money you're makin'...!"
Luscious held her face in Vincelli's gut for about a minute, tickling the underbelly of his uncut dick with his talented tongue. She withdrew backwards, dragging her thick painted lips up the short fat shaft. She polished his foreskin head, pulling at the loose skin with his lips before sucking the hard shaft again.
Vincelli gasped and breathed as Luscious went to work on his Italian beef, pulling back the skin delicately with her hand to expose the sensitive head. She washed her tongue around under the crown, tasting a bit of stale piss deposits before washing them away with spit. She suckled the head in her mouth, causing Vincelli to gasp during conversation.
"You aiight...?" asked Pooh at some point, when Vincelli seemed a tab bit lost and disoriented.
"I'm fine..." said the fat man, still holding his fork in hand as he talked shop and got his cock sucked.
Luscious spit the dick from her mouth as she slipped down to his hairy balls. She spit washed the hairy sac before taking them in her mouth, swirling them around with her tongue as they dangled under his now pre-cumming cock. "Where's that stinkin' bitch at...??!" asked Tony Vincelli, coming out of the kitchen with his hand wrapped in a towel. "Where'd she go...??!"
"Sit down Toney..., relax...!" advised Vincelli as the nephew returned for business. He was still livid on the joke that was played on him. He should have known that tall bitch wasn't a real woman! Now that he thought about it, she definitely looked like a man in drag!
He calmed himself down as he tried to listen to the conversation. Then he noticed Luscious' fur coat on the floor, and wondered had she stepped into the men's room or the ladies room...?
"If this meeting is so important..., why didn't Tempest come here and iron out this deal himself...?" questioned Frank, curiously.
"Tempest was called away on urgent business in Miami..." informed Pooh, "...but as a full partner..., I'm able to make decisions in our behalf without him!"
Luscious could feel Vincelli's dick starting to throb more as she sucked. She bobbed her head back and forth faster, eager to make the fat man cum while wondering if his load would taste like doughnuts and pastries? She wanted to prove her worth to Pooh, helping him and Tempest expand their hold on the city. She sucked harder on the cock, sliding her thick lips up and down the hard shaft even quicker. She could feel every fat vein as her lips and tongue bathed the cock in warm spit, the rubbery foreskin moving back and forth with her friction. She felt Vincelli give a slight squeeze of his thighs on her head, then felt her mouth fill with his warm spool. The volume was plentiful and potent, nothing like the sweets she was expecting.
Vincelli's eyes rolled up into his head as his mouth dropped open in ecstasy. A small groan escaped his saucy lips as his hands began to tremble, his fist holding a death grip on his fork. "Uncle Paulie..., are you alright...?!" asked Tony concerned, believing his uncle might be having a heart attack!
"He's fine..." said Pooh with a smirk, recognizing the look of orgasm. "...he's juss cummin'!"
"Cummin...?" asked Tony, looking under the tablecloth to see Luscious on her knees with her face pressed up in his uncle's crotch. "...son of a bitch...! You're allowin' a MAN to blow you, uncle Paulie...??!"
"Chill out, hommie..., let yur uncle cum in peace...!" advised Kane, his own dick hard.
"Fuck you, you black douche bag!" snapped Tony. "How the hell'r ya gonna cheat on aunt Gloria with a faggot spook...??! He might have Aids!"
"Sit down, and shut your fuckin' mouth, Tony...! I ain't gonna warn you again...!" shouted Vincelli, angry that his nephew was fucking up an otherwise glorious climax.
"Fuck this...!" said Tony, walking off. "You guys can have your faggot meetin'...! I'm outta here...!"
"You're gonna hafta excuse my nephew..." said Vincelli after the few moments, now fully recovered from his orgasm. "...he's never been incarcerated..., he's never had to go months or years without pussy, so he doesn't know a mouths is a mouth, is a mouth, is a mouth...!"
"It's all good, pops...!" lied Pooh, not liking Tony's attitude one bit.
"This bitch gives great head...!" complimented Vincelli, feeling Luscious' lips still nursing on his softened cock well after he'd cum. "Anybody else wants a shot at this while she down there...?"
"Hell yeah...!" said Kane, undoing his pants under the table.
"Our guests goes first..." interrupted Pooh, seeing a look of interest on Frank's face.
Frank shrugged his shoulders, then reached down and began unfastening his belt and zipper. Luscious pulled off Vincelli's dick, his big warm cum wad now firmly planted in her belly. She saw Frank's hands fumbling in his crotch, freeing his fat juicy looking pale cock and balls. She instantly crawled over to him as his dick hung from his pants. Frank tried not to change his facial expression as Luscious' mouth enveloped his dick.
"Mr Vincelli, sir...? We're opening for business...!" informed the restaurant's manager, respectfully.
"Go ahead!" allowed Vincelli, as the doors were opened for business. Almost immediately two couples walked in, both being shown to seats far from Vincelli's table.
Luscious liked Frank's cock better than Vincelli's, as it was prettier. She took the tasty freshly washed dick into her mouth, then started sucked. It filled her mouth completely like a dick was supposed to. She took the head down into her throat, mashing her chin into his balls.
Frank made no visible facial expressions while he got his dick sucked. He heard to the two bosses exchange thoughts, information and ideas, without really listening. He was more concerned with how good Luscious was treating his cock. Since becoming Vincelli's right-hand, Frank had had his cock sucked by many women over the years, most of them pretty enough to be porn actors. Most of the guys Vincelli made suck their dicks were disgruntle employees on Vincelli's payroll, men who weren't necessarily gay, but who Vincelli made suck dick as a form of punishment for fucking up on the job in some way. Rarely did Frank come across gay men who really appreciated the fine art of cock sucking. Occasionally there were a waiter or two who had a slight switch in their walk, or had a certain glint in their eyes that made Vincelli want to sample what they had to offer. Those blow jobs always turned out to be the best, when the cocksucker was actually used to sucking cock and hungry for the creamy sauce that came out of them.
Frank could feel Luscious' thick ruby red lips moving up and down the base of his shaft as he tried to act as if he were listening in on the meeting. Ever so often he would see Pooh or one of his men look at him and smirk, knowing Luscious was under the table working him over. Frank could barely hear what they were saying now, his concentration totally distracted on what was happening between his legs. He could feel Luscious deep throating him more often, trying to coax the cum from his balls. Frank was a married man, with a beautiful wife and two small daughters. Their sex life was great, as he gave her cunt a healthy work out regularly. Her only real fault was that she was no cocksucker. Elizabeth barely like to kiss Frank's cock, let alone suck it and let it cum in her mouth. That was a gift only the cocksuckers who serviced Vincelli got to sample. They would be forced to take their cum into their mouths, even if they were straight and didn't want to.
Frank could feel himself getting uncharacteristically close to cumming quickly. It'd been over a month since his last blow job, and that was by a 22 year old girl who knew about as much about sucking cock as the man on the moon. She merely did it for the free dinner Vincelli gave her, she had no real interest in him otherwise, and it showed in her less than enthusiastic blow jobs. Now however, Frank had a vixen on the end of his dick, vacuuming his cock and shaft in her mouth and throat as if she was created by Hoover.
Frank's body tensed up at the table as his cock began to throb. This signaled Luscious to go into overdrive as she sped up the pace, her sloppy suck sound now being heard coming from under the table. Vincelli, Pooh, and the others pretended not to hear anything as they continued with their talks, occasionally their hands would venture down into their crotches, anticipating their own forthcoming blow jobs.
Frank could feel himself getting closer to spewing as he fought the urge to start thrusting. His eye fluttered open and closed as his cock began to tingle. He could feel the cum starting to rise up out of his balls, shooting up the length of his pulsing shaft as it suddenly erupted in Luscious' mouth like fireworks.
"uuhhhh...!" moaned Frank, feeling the first volley of cum shoot into the girl's mouth.
The table got quiet as everyone focused on Frank's face, the only real evidence of his orgasm being the trembling of his bottom lip as he closed his eyes in complete ecstasy.
Luscious gobbled down Frank's spurting cum, feeling his cock shaft pulsate between her lips. She sucked his dick until his shaft started to slowly die and wilt. When it finally fell limply from her mouth, she turned around to see who else need servicing?
Luscious could see both Kane and Dmoney stroking their lumps under the table. She had her pick of men as she crawled over to the closest one (Money). She moved his hand, indicating to him that he was next on her list. Money said nothing as he acted nonchalant, placing his hands above the table to give her total and complete access to what she wanted.
Kane looked on enviously, knowing Money had been selected before him.
Luscious finished undoing Money's pants, pulling them open while reaching in to free his trapped dick. She smiled when she felt how thick it was, rock hard and ready for servicing. She pulled it out into the open, then aimed it down to her mouth. It was a pretty dick, much like the owner. Luscious knew from the first moment she saw Dmoney (about 40 minutes prior to this meeting) that she wanted to eventually taste his load. There was an air of sensuality with him that not every man possessed. His boyish good looks and street thug demeanor made him even sexier in her eyes. Of all the men sitting at the table, Money was by far the cutest, quickly followed by Kane, and then maybe Frank. Tony would have been in that equation also had he not turned out to be an asshole and left. Luscious found herself wonder how big Tony's dick was? And if he'd be as good a lay as she imagined?
Luscious kissed the tip of Money's dick, licking at the piss slit to taste his cum sample. She craved his juicy load as she quickly took his dick into her mouth and began sucking. She bobbed her head back and forth, feeling the veiny shaft slid easily between her lips. Sucking straight men was every tranny's dream, getting real men to use them like the cumsluts their wives and girlfriends refused to be. She tried deep throating Money's dick, but couldn't get a good angle with the crotch of his pants in the way, so Luscious reached up and began pulling Money's pants down off his hips by the waist.
Money tried to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening as he was suddenly stripped naked from the waist down as more customers were being showed to their seats, filling up the empty tables around them. He squirmed briefly to allow his pants to be pulled down from under his ass, but otherwise gave no indication to what was going on, he merely kept the same hard looking facial pose as the men around him discussed territories, pay offs, and loyalties. Vincelli would allow Pooh's men to continue selling drugs in South Philly (an area normally known and respected as Mod turf), for a generous cut of the pie. The only problem was what percentage of the pie would be comfortable for all parties involved?
While the negotiations continued, Luscious pulled Money's pants down to his ankles, then spread his legs so she could have access to his dick and balls. She started with one ball, licking and sucking it lavishly before spitting it out and sucking in the other. Eventually she began bathing both balls at once, sucking them both into her mouth and washing them with her tongue as thoroughly as a washing machine on the gentle cycle. Money squirmed as his nuts were expertly worked, his big thick 8 and ½ inch dick pulsing hotly beside her face.
Luscious took a full 5 minutes on Money's nuts, taking good care of them as the drug dealer slowly sank down in his seat and spread his legs wider. Pooh noticed Money's movements, and secretly placed his huge strong hand on the handsome man's thigh. Money made no attempt to remove the big guy's hand as Luscious slowly licked her way up his dick shaft, flickering her tongue like a snake along the underbelly until he finally reached the moist pre-cummed head. She savored the flavor of Money's pre-juice, licking the tasty droplets away greedily before sucking the head into her mouth.
Money choked back a groan of approval as Luscious swallowed his dick whole, down to the root. At that same moment Pooh squeezed Money's thigh, reminding him that he was by his side. He reached down and began fondling Money's wet balls, gently squeezing the full sacs as Luscious drew back with her lips. She bobbed her head back and forth, loving the way Money's dick filled her mouth. She could feel Pooh's hand working over Money's sac, leaving her to wonder what that was about? Straight drug dealers didn't normally fondle other straight drug dealers, that's what the trannies were for!
She ignored the fondling, more enthralled with the dick sucking. She ran her lips up and down the shaft, stopping only to occasionally suckle the head and taste the pre-cum. She massaged Money's bare legs while she blew, pounding her face and throat down on his stiff standing rod even as Pooh inched his fingers down below Money's balls. He continued to hold his conversation with Vincelli, never once indicating what he was doing to Money. Money squirmed when he felt Pooh's middle finger nudge his asshole, the tip moistened by the excess spit from Luscious' sloppy blow job. He pat his finger at the puckered anal rim, getting a nervous look from Money before ramming the fat digit inside. Money stiffened as his dick throbbed, then started to burst prematurely in Luscious' mouth.
"uuummhhppp...!!" gulped Luscious in surprise, her mouth filling instantly with the dealer's cum. She wasted no time swallowing it, loving the way it slowly slid down her throat.
Meanwhile Money was going into convulsions, quickly failing to act normal as his intense orgasm caused a few heads to turn.
"Lucky bastard...!" snarled Kane, his dick ready to bust in his pants.
He watched as Money bit his lower lip, trying to keep his groans undercover as his face looked flushed. A moment later Money felt Pooh remove his finger as Luscious continued to nurse his prod. She drained his snake of all its venom, then slowly withdrew as she savored the after taste of his cum in her mouth.
Inching over to Kane, she reached up and began rubbing the huge bulge in his pants. But Kane had other ideas...
"Excuse me, gents..." he said, getting up from the table..., "...but I have to use the lil' boys room!"
Pooh and Vincelli excused Kane, but Kane didn't go alone. "C'mon gurl...!" he said to Luscious, pulling her from under the table as diners looked on in disbelief. Once he got her to her feet (her hair and makeup a mess), he quickly escorted her towards the restrooms, leaving the bosses to iron out the rest of their deal. "I ain't interested in no head jobs..." said the South Philly drug dealer, dragging Luscious roughly into the men's room. He pushed her inside, then unzipped his pants and followed. Ignoring the man standing at one of the urinals, Kane ordered Luscious to "Get in that fuckin' stall...!", to which she complied quickly, not knowing exactly what was going on. She had mace in her purse, but she had left it in the car with their guns and weapons. The pissing man watched over his shoulder as Kane shoved Luscious into the stall, then went in behind her, closing and locking them in.
"Up against the wall, bitch!" he said rudely, standing in behind her.
Luscious did as told, holding her hands up in the air. Though scared, she couldn't help but be oddly excited by Kane's rough manliness. He was a tranny's dream! A real take charge kind of gut. "When was the last time you were fucked real good and nutted in...?" he asked, pushing her miniskirt up while pulling her panties and stockings down under her ass.
"L..L...last night..." said Luscious, nervously. "...no..., this morning...! K-lo fucked me this morning..!"
"Good..." said Kane, pulling his dick from the front of his pants as he pulled Luscious' ass back, then rammed his dick straight up in her anal slot. "...then I don't need any lube...!"
"AARRRRHHHHH...!!!" screamed Luscious at the viscous entry.
Kane leaned into her as he wrapped his big hand over her mouth, stifling her screams as he reared back halfway, then rammed in again, sinking all 9 and 1/2 inches in her dry convulsing man-cunt. Luscious clang to the stall wall, trying to climb over it to escape, but Kane had a firm grip on her, preventing her from bolting away.
"This's just what that pussy needed...!" moaned Kane, leaning into Luscious' back as he ground his dick around in her ass, stretching her anal walls.
The man at the urinal quickly zipped up his pants and exited without even bothering to wash his hands, leaving Luscious to fend for herself.
Luscious quickly began to wonder if she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew? As a member of Tempest's Stable Girls (his own private stash of transvestite hookers), she had had extensive anal training in learning how to satisfy men of any dick size. She'd been gang banged, long dicked, double fucked, even fisted. Her pussy was well formed even before Tempest anointed her the gift of her tits. But getting roughly butt fucked in a men's room stall without the benefit of lubricant, was a bit much even for her!
"Hold still...!" warned Kane, forcing an arch in Luscious' back to push her ass out further.
Kane ground his pelvic bone against her ass, making sure she had every inch of his man-meat stuffed inside her twat before pulling back to begin fucking.
Luscious moaned into Kane's hand when she felt his thick dick moving through his ass without lubricant. She tried loosening her hole, but the friction was still too raw as it dragged her asshole's inner lining outward along with Kane's withdrawing shaft. Luscious felt as if her asshole was being pulled inside out until Kane suddenly changed directions and slammed inward once more.
Kane loved the way Luscious' anal muscles contracted and squeezed around his plunging dick, trying (against hope) to eventually repel him from her bowels. There was nothing Kane liked more than spearing niggas on the end of his dick, and making their asses his! He particularly liked doing it to straight men and young boys, teaching them what their assholes were really made for. Most guys cried like babies the first time they got punked, but a few surprised Kane, becoming excellent bottoms in the long run. But trannies were different, they were made for fucking. Most of Tempest's girls' assholes were so badly stretched by multiple daily fuckings and gang bangs, that the only real way to feel any walls at all was to go in dry.
And Luscious' ass as no different.
Kane could already feel how her ass was loosening up, becoming more moist as he fucked, lubricating itself as her body quickly (inevitably) began to grow accustomed to the dick invading her rectum. "I knew you were an old pro at this...!" chuckled Kane, starting to hump into her harder from behind.
Luscious forced her pussy to relax as Kane's dick started to move in and out smoother and easier. She arched her back more, putting a serious bow in her back to give him better access. Kane no longer had to restrain her, or cover his hand over her mouth. As her body adjusted to the shape and size of his dick, he found he was able to fuck her with deeper stronger strokes, treating her ass like real pussy. "Yeah..., you openin' up to that dick now, ain'tcha...? You like that dick now, don'tcha...?" he asked, breathing heavier as he fucked harder.
"Yes big daddy..., take my pussy daddy...! Fuck it! Make it yours...!" purred Luscious, totally into it now as she bent nearly all the way over with her face pressed flat against the partition.
"Don't worry about that, bitch..., its MINE alright...!" snarled Kane, tightening his grip on Luscious' waist as he started to pound into her ass, causing her to groan out loud."Now this's how a bitch should be fucked...!" added Kane, slapping his pelvis into her ass with each inward thrust, causing her to grunt and groan with every stroke, her poor bogina taking a serious beating.
Becoming overcome with lust, Kane roughly grabbed Luscious by the back of her neck, then forcibly bent her over the toilet bowel for more leverage. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs as he began to dig deeper into her hole, taking full advantage of her looseness by banging into her roughly, driving his meaty manhood 9 and 1/2 inches deep with every thrust.
Luscious stared facedown into the bowl, watching her own twisted facial expressions through the rippling water as Kane rammed her hard from behind. From the moment she went under the table he knew his goal was to seed her cunt, to not leave the restaurant until her pussy was dripping puddles of his future babies out the front door. He pushed her down until she was practically couching over the bowl, her face only inches from the toilet water as her asshole became completely and totally at his mercy.
Kane pulled back with his hips until he completely yanked his dick from her sucking hole, the fat round head ripping from the steamy hot anal cunt, leaving the dark lips pouty and worn. With a straight the straightness of an arrow he rammed forward, re-burying his dick 9 and 1/2 inches deep. Luscious grunted out loud in heated passion, her own girly dick taped and trapped between her legs, leaking gobs of pre-cum onto her inner thighs.
Kane ground his pelvis into her ass, stretched his meat around in her socket before pulling completely out again. Luscious whimpered like an abused child, missing the dick already before feeling it suddenly shoved all the way back in. She grunted openly, louder than before as Kane repeated this move over and over. He rammed her cunt-hole 10 times, each time leaving the hole gaping wider. During the 10th stroke, he felt Luscious' anal pussy clamp down on his dick in a sudden vice grip, as she wailed as if someone had ripped a band-aid off of a sore scab.
Luscious felt her own badly neglected dick throb between her legs, then felt her own orgasm suddenly start to run down her inner thighs as her dick pulsed out fresh cum like a water pump. Kane took further advantage of her vulnerability by holding her head down when she came, forcing her to remain bent over while he went into overdrive, hammering her backside with everything he had. His muscles popped and flex with power as he pounded into her ass with viscous deliberately deep strokes, banging well deep into her colon with his swelling manhood. On the last stroke, he suddenly stopped short, grinding his hairy pubes into her ass as his dick throbbed, then started hosing her entrails full of hot boiling thug cum. Their combined moans and groans could be heard outside in the dining area, embarrassing customers who had to listen to the erotic wails while trying to eat in peace.
"I uh..., think that concludes our business today, mr Pooh...!" said Vincelli, swiping his red stained mouth with his napkin.
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