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The author of the following does not condone either violence against females nor extortion. Both are crime against the laws of most countries. If one has problem understand that then please seek help before something happens and the legal establishment seeks it for you.
I do not mean to imply that any Italian nor anyone from Palermo would do the action of Mario. I just write it to imply that Mario is A bit of a simpleton!
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As Mario blabbered on I had to get up and get away from the gun in my desk, if not I was going to get blood and brains all over my carpet. He’s been giving me the same excuses for the last six months. All of them, total bullshit! I mean all he had to do was collect a small sum of money from the local retailers from the immediate neighbourhood. And week after week he returned without a full collection bag all because some ninety year old nonna refused to pay for protection.
How was I, a well respected Capo to the Underboss Antonio Salvatore, ever going to move up in the chain of command if the stupidos around me can’t get a ninety year old to pay for protection. I mean she runs a bakery shop on Demeria Ave, with no sons or nephews to help her, so why can’t Mario get either a hundred dollar bill or the equivalent from her weekly?
“So you see boss, the only thing she cares about more than the bakery is her grand niece!”
“So what are you some kind of gent that youse can’t threaten her with harm to her grand niece?” Getting close enough to backhand Mario across the face, driving him off the chair he sat in. “Do I have to go and show you how to make the old broad realize that she needs our protection, not only for her bakery but for everyone’s there protection?”
Mario was smart. Staying on the floor and looking right into the pattern of the carpet. Still the sight of him had my blood boiling “Christ, you were only given a job by me to please my sister’s friend and you can’t even do a simple collection once a week. Do you have any idea what I look like in the eyes of the other capos, not to mention in the eyes of Don Agosti?”
Mario raised himself onto his hands and knees, trembling as if expecting me to kick him in the stomach of the ribs. Christ I silently swore at Angelina for even suggesting that I give Mario a job! Now let me make it perfectly clear if it wasn’t for me wanting to fuck Angelina until she passed out, I would never even let Mario get near me. The more I looked at him the hotter under the collar I got.
“Oh for fuck sakes get on your feet and start acting like a man!”
Mario got up and actually had the nerve to wipe the snot dripping from his nose on the sleeve of his jacket. I was grossed out and exploded at him.
“What the fuck! Were you born in Palermo?” I went to backhand him again, but Mario ducked so I screamed at him. “Jesus, quit that and show me where this bakery is and let me show you how to intimate someone into paying us for protection!”
Mario basically ran from the room to the awaiting Lincoln Town Car. As he pulled us out of the hidden driveway, all the cars around us pulled aside as if we were an emergency vehicle. Thanks to that we were at 1469 Demeria Avenue in time to see the semi decrepit old lady saunter out of the front door after turning the welcome sign around.
She pushed a rollator ahead of her and was still shaking as she moved away from the bakery store front. From the backseat I sighed as I watched her. “Christ, is that…?” It must have been for Mario stopped the car a good fifteen feet away from the storefront. Mario lowered his eyes to his feet as I opened the door and got out.
I was almost at the front door when Mario joined me as I tried the door. To my surprise it wasn’t locked, so I sauntered right in, waiting for Mario to join me before turning around and twisting the small knob on the deadbolt. The place was in dark, the only light coming from a hallway leading further into the back. There also came the sounds of what passes for modern music. I skirted around the glass display case and made my way into that hallway. Mario following like a child that knew they were in trouble.
Coming into a large room with what looked like a marble top work island, I pulled up short at the sight of a young lady with what looked like either dandruff or flour on her shoulder. She had on a brown apron that was covered by a thin coating of flour, one of those baking nets, holding her tawny colored hair in place. The apron hid the curves of her breasts underneath it, but when she turned around she was giving me a glorious view of her fully rounded ass and tapering legs in a pair of tight blue jeans.
I had no idea who she was but I knew how I was going to get ‘my’ point of protection across to the old broad. She wasn’t listening to the music from the radio, instead she was bobbing her head to whatever was coming out of her headphones. With her back to me, I had the perfect chance to get behind her and show Mario how a real man intimates someone.
I took off my suit jacket, so it wouldn’t get covered in flour, then moved so that I could reach out and grasp the slip of a girl. Mario stood by the hallway entrance, a shocked look on his face as I reached out and grasped the girl by the waist and spun her around fast enough that her momentum carried her into the work island, knocking the wind out of her.
She doubled over the marble top and I was on her in a flash, pressing her just enough to hold her in place as I began to strip her. First the apron came off, then what passed for a t-shirt. I was shocked to find bare skin glowing up to me. She didn’t have a bra on!.
Turning my attention to her jeans, I pulled her up enough so I could undo the button at her waist. Freeing the front of her jeans I watched as gravity took control of them with a little help from my hands. Once more I was shocked that she wasn’t wearing anything under her jeans. Now more than ever I loved the sight of a round ass in front of me.
I felt my cock begin to enlarge as I made damn sure that she was still pressed onto the marble work island. Getting closer to her body I fumbled, getting my pants down. Finally with my fully erect cock released I got my right legs between her’s and widen them enough so that I could align my cock to her pussy.
I didn’t hold back, thrusting deep and fast into her unresisting pussy. I didn’t care if I hurt her, I wasn’t there to make love to her, no I wanted to give the old broad a demonstration of just what could happen to her staff if she didn’t take protection from us. I began to grunt from both the tightness of her pussy and the friction I was creating as I used her.
She barely said anything, either holding it in or because she didn’t have enough air in her lungs to make a sound or she was out cold. Either way I fucked her as if we were the last man and woman on earth. For a good while I thrusted in and out of her pussy. Finally I tensed up and flooded her pussy with my cum. When my cock left her pussy i saw a dribble of cum, streaked with lines of red begin to emerge from her pussy
For the first time since entering the bakery, I spoke, “Damn was she a virgin?”
Mario just stood there as I dressed until I spoke again “What have you never fucked a fucked female?” Going over to where my suit jacket was, I continued. “Get your ass over there and get a piece of her pussy!”
Mario trembled as he went over to her, a bulge in the front of his pants. He hesitated until I cleared my throat. Then as if urged, Mario dropped his pants and underwear and buried his hard cock into her pussy.
Then as if a switch was turned on, Mario fucked the girl. Just like me he didn’t hold back. But unlike me, Mario got a reaction from her, an attempt to buck him away from her.
Mario grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter to his crotch as he fucked her. Eventually she teared up and managed a semi quiet cry of pain or was it pleasure,never really cared what the female I was fucked gave out.
Just like I did, Mario came in her pussy without warning, but unlike me, the female sank to the floor after Mario released her hips and his cock left her cunt. So there she was laying on the floor in a heap of flesh in a growing puddle of red streaked cum! Still that did stop me from delivering a message she was to pass along to the old broad.
“You make damn sure that you tell the old broad that what happened to you can easily be repeated, so if she doesn’t want to see it happen again she’ll hand over what we wanted right from the start.”
I moved her around so her head was over the puddle expanding on the floor. Then without any warning I grabbed her head and pressed it down into the puddle. She must have inhaled some of the fluid for she started coughing as Mario dressed and walked out behind me.
As we made it back to the car, I stopped and held out my arm blocking Mario from getting past me. “And that Is how you deliver a message to pay up or get ready for the worst!” Pulling my arm away, I go to the back passenger door and climbed inside.
I powered the window down and looked out. “Jesus Christ what kind of moron leaves a Lincoln Town car unlocked in this neighbourhood?”
Once more Mario just stands there staring a hole into his shoes and feet.
“Oh Christ, just get in the car and get us the fuck out of here!”
Mario moved as if struck by lightning, just getting the car in motion as I spied the old broad making her way back to the front of the bakery. As the car pulled equal to her, I saw her reach out and do something to the front door then disappear inside.
Snickering to myself, “Man I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall when she sees her employee!”
I powered up the window as my cock began to harden once more. A new thought entered my head.
*Wonder if Angelina is willing to fuck?*