The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

He was still holding me in place, so we were both watching the threesome taking place. “This is your Club, Mrs. Genovese.” He replied, caressing my finger.

“It feels so strange to watch.” I whispered again.

“They are putting up all that show to impress you. They want you to watch.” His deep velvet voice warmed me right back up.

We stood in silence for a moment, watching the show while my body kept humming with arousal. “Doesn’t it feel liberating to know that that you can do whatever you want to do in here, and no one can see you?”

My lips parted and I tried to force in a breath, even though my chest felt like it was weighing a ton. My body had tumed into a ticking bomb, ready to explode, and i wanted to scream with the intense needi was feeling

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In the dark room, the man standing behind the throne moved to the front and the lady sitting on the throne stood up. Her short flared skirt flew down, covering her now naked ass.

The men came closer, one of them opened her skirt and held one of her legs up, placing his arm on her back to support her since the position made her stand on one feet.

Then one after the other, they entered her from the front and behind. I turned my head, trying to look away. But a strong hand held my chin gently, turning my head back to the view.

“Watch them, you know you want to.”

Yes, I did. But I was also trying to run, because the ache between my legs were almost unbearable. My knees began to buckle and Hollis held me tighter, driving his hips into me. I took in sharp breaths as my vision grew blurry. Then I felt Hollis’s boner, he was hard and was holding me against his erection.

“You feel that?” He whispered. “That’s what you do to me.”

Did he just say I do that to him? Not the erotic show ongoing before us, the orgasm cries and sounds of bodies slapping together? Hearing him confess that I had such effect on him drove me to shift my hips back and he responded with a deep growl.

His hand glided down my arm until he caught my fingers in his hand. I was confused by what he was doing until his other hand gathered my dress, pulled it up until I was exposed, I can hardly breathe or think at that point, then he led his hand to the front.

“Touch yourself baby.” He said.

A whisper escaped my lips. I resisted, trying to pull my hand away but he didn’t let me go. Rather, he pressed my fingers further. When my finger reached my clit, over the thin layer of my thong pleasure radiated through me.

So much that I couldn’t pull my hand away anymore, even if I tried to.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, dulling my senses. “I’ll be here to cheer you on.”

His lips touched my ears and I relaxed against him, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder as he slide my pantie aside and pressed my fingers against my clit. I didn’t even bother fighting anymore at this point.

The men in the room had picked up speed, slamming into the lady at a steady, uniformed rhythm. Their moans and cries were audible now, and it only urged me deeper and deeper in my steady current toward climax.

“That’s it, Baby. Good girl.” Hollis’s words spurred me on, sending bolts of lightning through my body.

My own fingers rub my clit in fast circles, and it felt so good. it was a relief. Hollis’s hand was resting over mine, but he wasn’t touching me. Instead, he gripped my hip with one hand and ground his erection against my backside.

Any thoughts of this being inappropriate and me still being mad at him because of the Henri girl were now far away. Thrown right out of the door because at the moment, there was only one thing I wanted, and that was to come.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Hollis said, making good his promise of cheering me on. “Make yourself come, Baby.” He went on, and kept pouring lovely praises on me like I was a rare gift to the world.

As he showered me with praise, I kept coursing down, heading straight for a cliff. My eyes didn’t leave the room for a second, and when my orgasm came crashing into me, I nearly crumble to the floor.

My free hand gripped the fabric of Hollis’s suit as he wrapped his arms around me.

“So perfect.” His lips brush my ear, then my cheek, and trail down to my neck.

I couldn’t hear any word he was saying at all. My ears were ringing and my skin, buzzing. The orgasm just kept knocking me down, wave after wave after wave.

His hand found mine again, and I felt his fingers carefully brush my delicate skin. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he ran them deeper into my panties, making me stiffen in his grasp when he reached the evidence of my orgasm.

He moaned darkly against my ear. Then, he pulled his wet finger out and lifted it to his mouth. I turned to look up at him just as he slipped it past his lips, licking my juice off of his finger.

“Hollis,” I whispered, and our eyes meet.

It was a long, heavy moment as we let everything that just happened swim in the tension between us. We have crossed that line, even I know that for sure. Do I feel bad for crossing this line? At the moment, no.

Does he? I have no fucking idea. When I finally got myself to look back at the glass, the threesome in the room had come to an end.

As soon as Hollis ushered me out of the dark hallway of iniquity, I scurried off to the bathroom. Suddenly, the dimly lit main room was just too freaking bright.

I feel like everyone can see what I just did. That they all know that I just masturbated while watching live porn.

The bathroom was also dimly lit, which was a blessing. I was afraid it was going to be too bright. I washed my hands at the sink and while rinsing them, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was so beautiful.

Someone came out of one of the bathroom stall and took her place at the sink next to me. When I glanced up, I realized it was Henri and she was giving me the evil co-wife glare. ‘Amazing’

“Yes?” I asked impatiently.

“Hello, well, if isn’t the infamous Mrs. Genovese. The one that the wind blew out of nowhere into the life of my Boo and she suddenly thinks the whole world would stop because she got the stupid title of a Mrs. Poor thing.”

“Have I wronged you before?” I asked innocently.

She whipped her golden hair over her shoulder twice, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it from her head. She gave me a fake frown.

“Look, I’ll tell you this know, Hollis isn’t yours to keep. He needs a real woman in his life.”

“And you’re that real woman?”

“Yes.” She answered, so confidently. “I am the real woman. I give him full pleasure and he begs at night for me. He makes me come over and over again while we make sweet, slow, and passionate…”

Before she could finish, I grabbed her by her stupid blond hair and slammed her face against the bathroom mirror.