Sexy motion, just take my time
The way she moves her lips
Up and down my spine
Got the rattle
Snake wants to spit
Call nine-seven-six and let my hand do the rest ~Rattlesnake Shake, Mötley Crüe
Capitolo XII:
-Il primo sottaceto: seconda fase-
Panini Alla Cannella, Rome, Italy—5, January 2000
Cioccolata pressed the talk button, which lit up green as he pressed in, and held the receiver to his ear. He leaned back again into the lounge and swung one arm along the top carelessly. There was obviously a look of pure disgust on his face as he mouthed, "What?" into it; he held the phone plastered at the side of his face in anger. Ginger on the other hand, didn't stop sucking his dick completely, although she went at a much more relaxed pace, still staring up at him now and then. He didn't notice this at first, he was too aggravated now, as he impatiently waited for the sound of Secco's retarded voice.
"C-Cioccolata?" The usual stuttered utterance of his name; he couldn't even count how many times he's heard his name said like this, but he would be willing to bet it was more than all of the times women have screamed his name. That was remarkably impressive, given how short of a time Cioccolata and Secco knew each other.
Cioccolata was short. "Why are you calling me?" He suddenly peered down at Ginger as he waited, and she averted her eyes, clearly not wanting to be caught being nosey. She went back to licking up and down his shaft. She sure wants the dick, he thought, and this lightened his mood only slightly.
"A-ah! Ohh… uwa… Are you busy or something?"
He replied quickly, "I am, now get to the point."
He could almost hear Secco's discomfort on the other end. He was likely fidgeting and doing weird stuff on the floor as they spoke. "It's the one girl… Caramella, uh…I think she's sick, Cioccolata."
"Okay…" He sounded out the word in a smart-ass tone. "What do you want me to do about it, eh?" This question came off as a paradox given Cioccolata's previous career.
"I-it's serious Cioccolata!" Secco sounded genuinely distressed, but then again, he always did over stupid shit. The frantic tone in his voice wasn't enough to convince him that this was anything other than a stomachache. Secco continued his whining, "This is important! You need to come back and check her!"
Cioccolata said nothing, his face relaxed just a bit, with his lips parted and pearly whites showing. Just when he went to check the time on his watch, a curvaceous stripper peeked through the sheer curtains into the small, comfy room. His wrist was suspended in midair as he watched her, his elbow still rested along the lounge. Ginger stopped playing with his dick, to his relief. It was better he conserved himself during this cock block of Secco's. But now he was infatuated with the new stripper who Ginger now approached rather intimately, so he wondered the relationship. But he could barely focus on both, so he attempted to tune the women out.
He let out a deep breath, and just when he was about to reply, Secco spoke again.
"Are you there?"
"Yes. What's her symptoms?" He answered swiftly, and his tone revealed he had rather collected himself a great deal.
Secco sensed the profession urgency in his tone, so he replied just as swiftly.
"Uhhh, well she's curled up in a ball down there.. she's holding her stomach, she's moaning. She looks like she's in a lot of pain. I gave her some water and told her to drink it though, and I asked if she wanted something to eat and she shook her head. She didn't even say anything, I just happened to check on them and—Ah um…"
"I already know, you went over to jerk off to Nocciola and happened upon Caramella." He knew Secco caught himself awkwardly because he didn't mean to reveal that. He continued, "Well, that's just what you observed. I'd have to know from her what the symptoms are for me to know what's wrong." Cioccolata purposely looked down at his dick in his lap in order to focus on the call at hand. Just by instinct he tucked it back into his black thongs.
"Ohhh…. Maybe I should ask her, then call you back then…"
His tone hitched again, abandoning his earlier reserve, "No, maybe you shouldn't. She'll be fine."
"B-but Cioccolata! Don't you like her!? What if it's s-serial!"
Cioccolata didn't even bother correcting his grammatical error, he already knew what he meant to say, and he was at the point of trying anything to get him off the phone.
"She'll be fine." He said blankly now.
He glanced at the women who stood interestingly close to one another, Ginger leaning on the other, who was maybe five inches shorter than her. The new stripper was swarthy, he instantly wondered what she was.
Her jet-black hair was thick and tied into two pigtails. She held a glass of Pink Moscato in her hand, both of which were adorned with white fishnet gloves that tied at her middle fingers. The gloves ran only partly up her forearm. She of course wore an equally provocative lingerie; a white bralette top, made up of mostly straps. Silken hearts were the only things that covered her nipples, and the straps intricately ran down to outline her under breast, each one connected to the band that circled around just under her breast. Her thong matched the bralette, only a silken heart covering her pussy lips, straps connecting to a band under her belly button, which, along each end rose above her hips, tied in pretty ribbon bows. Above her belly button was a complementary strapped waist harness, serving no purpose at all in this fashion other than to provoke more attention. The straps made a horizontally bound x over her diaphragm. She wore no stockings at all, her olive legs were bare and inviting. Her body language spoke that she was loose, and he knew then that this was the surprise Ginger spoke of.
His eyes trailed up to her face, one that was pretty enough to satisfy him. Thick arched eyebrows, very dark black holes for eyes, a slightly bulbous yet flattering nose, and full lips that looked to have been dipped in plum purple lipstick—yet not as full as Ginger's. She had a heart shaped face and hairline, perfectly complementing her heart themed lingerie.
She had just noticed him staring at her, and their eyes met, green to black, but Secco ruined it.
"Heyyyy! Hey! Cioccolata! Are you there?"
"I'm here." He spat, "Just take her upstairs, put her in the back room with the medical equipment. I'll look at her later."
Secco nagged him more, "But when? It's already r-really late…"
Cioccolata looked at his watch. It was 12:48 AM.
"I'll be back in two hours. I'm going now." His tone acerbic.
"W-wait! What should I do after I move her?"
Cioccolata sighed exasperatedly, "Just stay in the room with her and watch her of course. Make it fun if you wish, but no funny business, understood? Tell her I'm going to take a look at her. She's strong, she'll live."
"Uaaaahhh!" Secco cried and moaned into the receiver, and Cioccolata quickly moved the phone away from his ear before he got ear raped. After his outburst Secco spoke in a gruff, strange voice, simply saying, "Okay." Then he hung up. Cioccolata was relieved. Secco was a subject of fascination for him from the very start, but other than that, the guy was rather incompetent; all ectomorphic brawns and no brains. He then put the phone back in his jacket pocket on the table.
The strippers were on him like flies on the shit, Ginger crawling up on the lounge with him again, with the other stripper's drink in hand. She now took a sip from the glass, and running her hand up his chest, she pressed the glass to his lips, whispering, "I'm so happy you're back."
He wouldn't have taken any, but he had a weakness for a woman serving him. She already knew very well what he liked; oh, how slavery would become her.
He took her ass and squeezed it as a greeting and reply after his call. She giggled and put her hand over his. Cioccolata wanted to resume testing Ginger's obedience to him, but he decided to first acknowledge the other stripper, who looked at him expectantly, standing in front of the pole affixed before them. When their eyes met again, she walked around the glass table, her B cups jiggling and hips switching, until she was on the lounge as well.
She took the glass from Ginger's and drank from it, while doing so, staring deeply into Cioccolata's eyes. She looked so bold about it, but suddenly, her reddened cheeks, despite her dark complexion, betrayed the assertion. "Ah… He really is so handsome." She squeaked, an apparently natural mouse like tone.
Right after saying it, she giggled, and it looked like she regained her confidence. But Cioccolata dismantled it as soon as it came. He slipped his fingers between the silken heart over her nipple, catching the already erect nub between his index and middle finger. "And you're so sexy…What's your name?"
Her purple lips smiled in a manipulative innocence, "Icy." She replied, then continuing, "I already know your name," And as her smile slipped increasingly into a smirk, "You've been so good to my sis."
They looked nothing alike, so he assumed she meant it in an endearing way, but he asked anyway, "She's your real sister, yes?"
"We're step-sisters," she batted her long black eyelashes, glanced at Ginger and back to him, continuing, "But sometimes we're more like girlfriends."
Cioccolata was now running his hand down her sides, until he gripped her love handles. Excitement now marked his features as he flirted anew, "Ah. Like you'll be tonight for me, sì?"
Maybe it was good Secco cock blocked on him for a minute there, he needed to get in both women, and take them back to the dungeon.
Icy smiled full with her teeth now, not nearly as confidently as Ginger would, but enough to put up a front. Soon after, she began looking almost uncomfortable, but otherwise smitten by his attention. He sensed this, so he asked another question as his eyes roamed over her features. Perhaps the stolidity of his gaze which was what, in the first place, drew out some anxiety in her.
"Tell me, since you two are step-sisters…What are you?"
He didn't ask in a derogatory way, and Icy had this asked of her many times considering her somewhat exotic look.
"She and I have different fathers; mine was Sicilian." She smiled meekly but flirtatiously.
He supposed then that some of his early assumption of the quality of the girls in this strip club wasn't altogether false.
"A Sicilian angel…" he breathed the last note silently, sensuously, clearly pointing out her style of lingerie. He was a bit intrigued by this knowledge, however. He had never fucked a full or part Sicilian before, that he knew of at least.
His eyes penetrated hers again, whereby they lingered, and he knew that he had just as quickly as the other, claimed this woman too.
Icy then lifted herself off the lounge and sauntered toward the pole. Cioccolata was finally able to get a good look at her ass, which didn't fail to disappoint what he had in mind given her only slightly pudgy and otherwise curvaceous figure. She looked back at him as she neared the pole, then looked forward again as she lifted her arms above her head and adjusted her pigtails. Once to the pole, she extended her arm above her, gripping the glistening rod and proceeding to wrap her body around it as though she had been doing it since she came out of the womb.
"I'll wait my turn, Cioccolata." She muttered seductively, and this pleased him greatly. Despite her being, indeed, very sexy, his preference, of course, remained with Ginger.
And now, Cioccolata was incredibly excited to be finally closing in toward the crux of this event. He took Ginger's jaw and pulled her face toward his, until his lips had overtaken hers, making her taste again the mixtures of alcohol, liquor and cigar in his saliva, swirling his tongue around hers. Her fleshy tongue reciprocated his affections, and she played around with his games, luring her deeper into his mouth, until, when he got her where he wanted her, bit down on her bottom lip.
She reflexively pulled away from the confusing mixture of pain and pleasure with a light yelp. He did this really, just to get her even more wet and prepared.
"Sit on my lap, bebè," He commanded, hardly containing himself, the kiss hardening his dick anew. "Face away from me and give me a real lap dance. Now."
Facing away from him was probably going to be hard for her, he knew. He had her wrapped around his finger so well, to the point she'd share her sister with him for free. But she dutifully and with pep, lifted her ass off the lounge and repositioned her bright green G-stringed ass right on his dick. He parted his legs for her, just enough so that she could fit herself between his; the only reason being that he now, especially with another woman waiting, needed to last. If he sat here with his legs closed, as he was rather tempted to do, he would definitely cum.
She pressed her ass all into his inner thighs and thong covered cock, feeling her fat, aroused pussy through the fabric between them. But more importantly, the sight already had him wild. Her ass was so perfectly round and sculpted, her waist was skinny, but her hips were wide; he could have been fooled into thinking it was Venus herself—Aphrodite—sitting upon his cock.
She tucked her long, wavy blonde hair behind one ear, then looked back at him slightly enough that all he could see was her liquidy blue eye and the bridge of her nose, the rest obscured by her shoulder, as she arched her back and jiggled her hips on him.
"Ahhh…" he breathed, and then instinctively gripped the ends of her ass hanging off his lap, hearing her lightly moan in response. But he wasn't going to put up with anymore of this teasing, the whore had to go to work now.
"Lift your ass up," he commanded her, and she did.
His pants were still unzipped, so he simply slid his thong to the side, then hers next. He heard her inhale as his fingers grazed over her fattened pussy, the lips slightly pink with the blood close to the surface. He rolled the pale, translucent green condom over his dick expertly. As he let his hand wander over her right ass cheek, he gradually wrapped his fingers around her hip bone below her naval and urged her back down on his dick which he held suspended at an angle ready for penetration.
He could already see she was wet and ready, between her lips glistened, and the head of his dick met her juices, pressed into her soft pink flesh until she cried out. Once her pussy slipped down and acclimated his girth, she no longer needed the prompting, and commenced to bouncing on his dick in a puerile manner which seemed fitting to her general observable personality—that or the cocaine high.
All of the verve she displayed in riding his dick was evident in the clap of her wet cheeks hard on his dick. Here he thought a whore's pussy could only be so tight, but hers out beat others which he had felt. And a stripper at that! Icy right away cheered Ginger on, "Yeah Ginger! Ride his dick!"
Through the action, he barely noticed Icy moving sensuously around the pole, but even still, it was amazing background for his peripheral vision.
Ginger was already moaning like a filthy harlot, moaning his name again and again, and all he really did was squeeze her ass, and slip his fingers through the neon green strings of her slingshot for encouragement. She seemed to suck up every gesture of his, and she twisted her body around slightly to look at him, with a lewd smile on her face, her big titties bare and nipples hardened. He couldn't resist, so he grabbed the one in his vision, squeezing hard into the tissue, giving special attention to the nubs. She appreciated the gesture all too well, she lifted her face to the ceiling and cried out his name again. What an easy hole, he thought deviously, as she bit her fat bottom lip with furrowed brows.
He took the opportunity further, as he noticed her blonde hair trail down her back, just grazing his thighs. He yanked her hair from the middle, making her arch her back further and she cried out in a pleasant surprise from the sudden aggression.
"Come on, slut. Pick up the pace." He hissed at her. He happened to look beside Ginger, and he could see Icy was now standing against the pole, rubbing her clit at a relaxed pace watching the action.
She slowed down on him to a grind, but for each stroke, she squeezed her pussy around his dick, making good use of those Kegels, the effect heavenly. She bit her fat bottom lip with furrowed brows as she continued thoroughly working all his cock's three major glands. Cioccolata slowly spread his legs out further, but Ginger seemed to notice, and so she began trying to pull his legs back closer inward.
Yanking her wrists and folding them behind her back, he responded in a gruff tone, "Don't."
"Cioccolata, o-ooohh… but your dick is so big, it just feels so good! I just wanted you in deeper." She moaned and panted in between, saying this all in a tone of innocent defiance.
"Just enjoy what you get. Mi senti?" For a man in the moment this might have been just a sexy tease, but for Cioccolata, it was a threat. He could not enjoy anything like this if he were not still in control to the absolute degree.
Fortunately, everything he said and commanded, his attitude in general only seemed to egg her on more. She continued to endeavor to please him.
"Oooh, yes baby! Anything you say, daddy!" She continued to ride him again feverishly, so he let go of her wrists after a minute, reveling in the moment of dominance. She switched up her motion, lifting her ass up and down and coming down hard; she exited all the way up to his head, gradually reinserting until he was balls deep.
"Ngghh.. Mmm, good God…shit! Good girl, brava…" he panted as he pulled her ass down him each time she descended, continuing, "Daddy can tell how much you like his dick…" Not just in how she anxiously rode him like there was no tomorrow, but in the way her hot pussy squished to each stroke.
Ginger replied to his lewd comments with, "Aaaaahhh! Oh, I love it! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He was so into it now, that he hardly noticed Icy approaching the glass table, and snorting the remaining coke.
Ginger leaned forward more, barely paying attention to her sister while Cioccolata was simply enjoying seeing her ass bounce on him immensely, an ass man like himself couldn't ask for better. He pursed his lips at it, puffing out pleasured exhales through them, as he admired the way she worked his cock. She circled her hips on his lap, wiggled her ass from side to side, and leaned forward, arching her back into her grinding so that he could see her pink pussy swallow up his tanned cock. If that wasn't enough, she alternated more by switching to bouncing on dick.
"Arrgghhh, that's so fucking good. Your wet pussy is taking such good care of daddy's big dick." He ran his hands over her waist, down her hips, over her ass, squeezing and slapping it again, all working on her to level out her stamina. She moaned back lewd remarks in exchange, inquiring if he liked what he felt and saw, he replied of course, in the affirmative, and thus drawing from him more lewd remarks to counter.
He then noticed her cute, tight asshole. He began rubbing the tip of his thumb around it, with his other hand he dug his fingers into her waist. She was squeezing her breast at the time, and when she felt his finger, she gasped in yet another pleasant surprise. Her gasp encouraged him to press his thumb in deeper, which he ensured was already lubricated with the leftover fluids Ginger gifted him.
Her bottom inclined more to his playing with her asshole and began wiggling her hips around him in a circular motion. She evidently liked it; her increase in gasps couldn't lie.
"What a dirty slut. You like it in your ass too, don't you?" He spoke calmly, but his voice was very apparently marked by hot-blooded lust.
"Oh yes! Oh! Yes!" she cried in response, and Cioccolata slapped her ass with his other hand, then resumed grabbing her skinny waist.
Cioccolata began teasing her more with his thumb, and with his lewd comments, and in being distracted, did not see Icy crawling closer to them. But then he knew when he felt a tongue pressing into his balls. When he couldn't see Icy at the pole or at the end table anymore, he knew it was her. Ginger giggled, and what was going on was confirmed to him.
"Nnngg, ahhh!" He began moaning like an animal far past being in heat, the combination of pressure trying hard to break him. "Christ! Shit!" He slammed Ginger in place on his dick as she came down one last time, thoroughly subduing her by adjusting himself to sit up straighter.
Ginger was so horny though, she continued grinding lightly on his cock as he held her in place. She looked down at Icy, giggled, then spoke, "You'd better stop, you're driving him nuts!" But really, she was enjoying how much more primal the act had got him.
Icy chuckled and flirtatiously replied, "You're right, I don't want him to cum yet, after all..." So, she let her tongue trail upward, away from his balls, past his barely exposed shaft—which was almost completely buried in Ginger—until her tongue danced over her exposed clit and labia.
"The sooner you cum, the sooner he can fuck me," she taunted, as she twirled her tongue around her sister's rose.
When Cioccolata heard Ginger's moans and could see Icy more visibly in his field of view, his dick took a slight jolt inside of Ginger. In an awe filled reverie, he lingered with the idea of this being his vanilla reward after months of dungeon play. He loosened his grip on Ginger, allowing her to resume her riding, but it was now much more toned down, as she was clearly distracted. It worked well enough for him, as he needed to attempt to pace himself and calm down.
He decided to help Ginger along, so he pulled her back closer, cupping her big breasts, and she readjusted by propping one leg, and then the other into a locust position. Icy leaned in closer as well to adjust to the new position, and she placed her hands on Cioccolata's knees. Her breast grazed over him slightly, as she continued sucking and nipping on Ginger's clit.
Staying within Icy's range, Ginger bounced on his dick again but with short strokes. Her moans were wilder, more primal than ever. It was clear she was going to cum, as she relentlessly panted, "Oh—Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh! Ah! Oh..! Oh my god!" Her pussy juice glistened on his dick beautifully, and Icy giggled to all this.
"That's right, come on and cum so I can have him." She teased.
Then Cioccolata decided to take the reins again. He placed his hands under Ginger's inner thighs, right beside her ass cheeks, and adjusted himself just enough for support, then began thrusting his dick in and out, ensuring he didn't pull out for the next thrust until he was planted balls deep in her, until he felt himself brush her spongey cervix. He positioned one of his hands on her hip again, making sure to dig into her bone with his fingers, while the other gripped her ass as he pulled back on it for each stroke.
And all this was what finally did Ginger in, her fervent moans took on a scream, until the room was hot only with her pants and she could be heard screaming his name with one big bang.
It was a good thing that Cioccolata was such an emotionally unattached man, a complete psychopath, or he probably would have been so moved to cum himself. As exquisite as it was hearing his name moaned or screamed like that, it seemed a wonder to him the alias was not chosen specifically for sexuality. Even in the face of all the primal urges of a stallion, he retained his nut.
As Ginger quivered on him, he began thinking about how much tighter, naturally, Caramella's pussy was. She was an amateur, so he would have to teach her how to ride him like this, but once he did that, he would be set for life.
What a wonderful life… he thought in ecstasy. His perfect slave, and seven other women. Maybe a second favorite too? Why Cioccolata was so autistic over having eight slaves exactly, could only be answered once one was able to find out how many licks it took to get to the center of a tootsie pop—the world may never know.
In this dwelling on these thoughts, not counting the hot pussy he was submerged in, he did not notice, yet again, Icy and her sneaky antics. Now, she was begging to crawl up on the lounge with him, while Ginger panted out her lingering orgasm.
Ginger's legs came down from the locust position she was just in and came to a straddle at his outer thighs. She began readjusting herself, but not to the point that she was lifting herself off his cock. In fact, she left him planted in her still, only moving slightly to savor the lingering sensations of her swollen clit. She began rubbing her clit, biting her lips as she squeezed out these last sensations, and in doing so, she too, did not notice Icy climbing up ever so quietly onto the lounge. But she noticed soon enough.
Cioccolata was pulled out of his thoughts and noticed Icy as soon as she neared his shoulder on the lounge, and her body slid against Ginger's who also was alerted. As soon as his eyes locked into Icy's again, the look in her dark orbs screamed with the desire to fuck, egging his primal desire for release. He would have been more than happy to finish it with Ginger alone, but two heads were better than one.
And soon as she was practically touching him with her body, she placed her palms flat on his chest and began unbuttoning his blouse even further, to the last button. She ran her hands over his bare abs, his wide chest, feeling its stone solid warmth, astonished and eager over what she saw and felt.
And her lips closed in, until they hovered over his, whispering, "Fuck me now, please, Cioccolata. I can't wait any longer." She thereby let her full, purple lips collide softly with his, where he stole, sucked and nibbled until she was moaning into his mouth.
He pondered on her boldness, though it may have only been the alcohol and coke talking for her. Something, just barely visible, was more reserved in Icy than in Ginger. So perhaps, in her natural state, she was more so.
Icy then laid herself out on the lounge, legs parted, one of her bent calves touching Ginger, with the opposite foot gliding up his shoulder. She had obviously already removed her heels. His eyes helplessly darted to the meat of her pussy in her white thongs, just dying to see it under the silken heart.
Her thin fingers ran over it, circling her clit, and she slipped them inside and began rubbing in a slow, circular motion. His eyes traced up her body from there, up her navel, admiring the straps around her waist, and those perfect sized breasts, who were barely covered adequately, the bit of strap coverings begging to be shoved away, revealing everything… and when his eyes climbed further, settling at her neck, his eyes flashed, and the urge awakened in him.
A vision of her lying just like this, except shackled, in the dungeon, flashed through his mind's eye. She belonged there, he knew, and she would be his. With that, the urge to inflict pain took ahold of him. He really did want to hurt her! But he knew everything had to be paced out, and if he could not show her the real Cioccolata yet, then he would just have to settle for rough sex, for now.
When his eyes slowly reached past her neck, over her defined jawline and full on into her face, her slutty eyes had mistaken the gleaming look in his to be purely sexual lust, perhaps more. She didn't know who this man was, and so her passion for him schlepped her further along the track of carnal longing and enamoring visions. Really, and surprisingly, it was longer than Ginger that she slept alone.
Cioccolata adjusted his legs, then shifted his weight, straightening himself in an urge to get Ginger off his dick. It was clear to him that these women, despite a good intention, had something of a rivalry going on. He had thought upon the matter, it obviously didn't displease him; but he thought the end result in it all would be truly comical. After making their lives hell, would they really be so infatuated with him anymore, he wondered? Or would they develop Stockholm syndrome twice as strong as Caramella and Nocciola?
Ginger took the hint, though from the look on her face, reluctantly. She crawled off him, thereby leaning at the fold of the lounge. She was now weary, weak on the knees, but still alert enough to watch interestedly.
Cioccolata wasted no time as he removed the soiled condom. Icy's other foot, was now only on his lap, close to his crotch; but he had no particular foot fetish either, so he was unbothered. He reached into his front pocket of his jacket on the table for the other condom, he perfectly brought two. He didn't put it on yet, his dick was slightly limp now. As he retrieved this, he felt Icy's foot inch closer to his crotch, until her toes rubbed against his bare cock. In response, he took her other foot at his shoulder in his hand and drew it close to his mouth. He looked down at her on the lounge, laying there still playing with her clit, regarding him as if he were a lover already…
He kissed the soft outer skin of her midfoot, toward the ankle, ran kisses upward to her ankle, then back down. He watched her reaction, seeing her switch from rubbing her clit to holding and squeezing both of her titties before him. She bit down on her purple lip and moaned. His eyes admired how her thick black pigtails spread out and arrayed her upper silhouette.
He kissed the balls of her feet, and once reaching her toes, began sucking on them starting from her middle toe. He did so passionately, as if he truly enjoyed it, which was in some type of contradiction of him not having a foot fetish.
Ginger watched longingly, noticing with some envy the quality of attention he gave to Icy. Despite that, the act still turned her on, giving her future ideas…
Cioccolata ran his teeth along the skin as he pulled each toe from his mouth, giving the most attention to the big toe. Icy giggled at one point, and reflexively began trying to pull her foot away. When she did, Cioccolata still held firm, but he smirked in response, chuckled, and shifted his weight to leaning upon one knee on the lounge, the other foot connected to the floor. He was tall, so he had to level himself properly, but it was very doable, and the support of one foot, and a knee on the lounge outside her thigh was all that he needed.
Icy's eyes perked open more when she saw him getting into position, and a dark anticipation filled the black, shiny eyes of hers. He urged her to lift her body up, and he thereby placed one of the lounge pillows under her, propping her crotch up to level his more, giving him somewhat of a perfect lithotomic view.
He bent the leg he was previously using to suck her toes over his shoulder, and now, the best for last.
Donning for her the pet name of kitten, he assured her smoothly that he'd have a look at the prize between her thighs.
His hand traveled down her stomach and naval, past the straps on her waist, and with the utterance of a sheepish moan from her, he pushed the silken material of her white thongs aside.
Well, it wasn't as good as he had anticipated, and he had rather hoped for better. Her pussy was smaller in appearance in comparison to Ginger's, but her inner labia was the type that was always visible past the majora. At the very least, it wasn't visible by too much. The more it was, the worse in his "professional" opinion. But at a time like this, this preference of his was neither here nor there. Her legs were open, so he was going to put his dick in regardless. And so, he tore open the wrapper to the condom and slide it on.
He rubbed his thumb over her brownish pink clit, ejecting a moan from her again, and bringing her to squeeze her breasts more. With the thought of her bold request to him previously in mind, he decided to tease her a bit.
He pressed the tip of his dick at her opening, producing a sharp inhale from her, but he pulled out as soon as less than a half an inch of him was in. From there, he slapped his hardened dick down on her clit, while squeezing her inner thigh, the one now hooked over the leg which was balanced on the floor.
She jumped from the pressure of the nerves he hit, producing a surprised squeak from her throat. She gripped his thigh at the outside of hers, and pleaded, "Oh, please, Cioccolata…" she moaned.
He smiled deviously down at her, letting out a single guttural chuckle, as he from there circled the head of his dick at her entrance. He could feel how wet she was; how wet she must have been for a while now while watching Ginger ride him.
"This is what you get for teasing me, you little slut." He taunted, as he pressed his palm into her belly, into her diaphragm, lingering at her breastbone, where he hastily shoved aside the barely concealing lingerie. He revealed her perfect, moderately fatty tits, erect brown nipples. All the while he rubbed the anterior of his cock between her pussy lips all in torment. Her body squirmed there beneath him, soaking in the tiny bit of pleasure, her body trying to take anything it could get.
She sensed that he was intentionally teasing her, and she flirted back, "I'm sorry, Cioccolataa..." She dragged out his name and continued, "Would you please just fuck me, daddy?"
His only response to this, however, was his large hand which then climbed past her chest, after pulling at her nipples, to her bare, slender neck. His fingers wrapped around it and pulled her immediately into his force. On the same token, he then and there slammed his dick into her opening, ushering forth a muffled, choked gasp from Icy.
"Asking me nicely goes far with me, you understand?" He remarked to her now, but the grip he held on her neck left her with no way to answer. But she didn't need to, her body spoke for her; her legs opening wider around him, the other leg hooking around him tighter, as if she didn't want to be disconnected from him in the slightest.
"Daddy's going to punish you now for being a dirty girl," He groaned. She regarded him in a pleasurable distress, one of her eyes squeezed shut, the feel of his long cock entering sharply was only a prelude for what was to come. Just when she squeezed her walls around his girth, acclimating to the depth and soaking pleasure, he maddeningly fucked her, and she twisted one of her arms around, gripping the side of the lounge for support.
His view over her was splendid, he watched the way her breasts shook up and down, watched his dick as he pulled himself out so much, making her feel the entirety of his length for each quick stroke, the look of her tormented face as she focused on air from her constricted airways.
After just a minute and a half of choking her during this romp, he let her tender throat go, and he prioritized his hands to hold her hips steady against him; one hand gripped the thigh of the leg he had over his shoulder, the other on her opposite hip, squeezing her ass into the folds of his tight grip.
Now her titties were bouncing without restraint, the straps of the bralette only grazing past them, her entire demeaner, along with how Cioccolata took her, looked to be in a quick frenzy. She crossed her one arm over the bottom of her breasts, holding them closer as she cried out from the ferocity of the banging. It was, at first in pleasure—her purple lips produced sonorous moans in a steady rhythm which only seemed to aid the glow and ambience of their lair. But soon enough, she felt his force climbing, his dick more and more hitting the neck of her uterus, and she began crying out in more than just pleasure.
"Auuughh! Nnngh! Oh, Cioccolata! Wait, w-wait! Ow! It hurts! Stop!" She gasped, then lifted herself up on her elbows, watching him with eyes begging for mercy.
But he didn't stop his pace, her thighs slapped hard onto his again and again as he reeled her hips in over his dick, functioning as the hook. He gave her only some relief when he repositioned himself, closing her thighs over each other and pressing them down forward over her, and he angled himself atop them, leaning above her now. The position made his dick feel like it was penetrating her deeper, so she cried out again—while at the same time, the way her thighs were closed tight, made her lips suck up the vibrations, spread out to her labia, and stimulated her clitoris. Before she knew it, the pleasure was just enough at the level to make the slight jabs of his dickhead bearable, along with the position change as well as her pussy adjusting to the pressure.
Her clit was, in this position, much out of her reach, so she played with her nipples and moaned Cioccolata's name again and again, in quite a contrast to her previous outburst. She began to love how when he slammed into her, the impact of the collision rung deep in her body, giving the impression that her bones shook, and she felt the flutter in her ribs. Any man who fucked a woman hard enough could replicate this sensation in her, but when it comes from the right man, it's even better. Cioccolata still looked powerful and menacing, even without his war paint and lipstick. The right man, the right effect. It was psychological, and it would drive a woman wild in combination.
Ginger, who loved rough sex— whose curiosity was already piqued at the mention of him having a "dungeon," watched in complete awe, wishing that it were her; almost wishing she had not invited her sister in. She noted the difference in skin types between her sister and Cioccolata. Cioccolata being of a golden tan, and her sister being at least a couple shades darker in a clear olive complexion. The difference in tone was incredibly sexy to her, just as her lightly tanned, but otherwise fair skin was to his in the act.
Ginger felt so much in a trance that she hardly spoke throughout this act the way Icy did with her, she simply noted and admired everything, thinking, "Oh my god, he's fucking her so hard, so fast, so good. God, I wish that were me…" She felt herself getting horny all over again, to the point that she could cum again, just watching.
Finally, Ginger got off the lounge, and, after testing her spent knees, walked over to where Icy was on the lounge, then kneeled to her side. Once she did, she was greatly pleased in the decision. She had a nice view of Cioccolata fucking her. She began getting so turned on, she almost couldn't look at him anymore, especially when he acknowledged her, so she turned her attention to Icy, nibbling on her ear to tease her as she cried out endlessly.
Ginger also began playing with Icy's tits, pulling her nipples out and twisting them. Icy seemed far too preoccupied in getting fucked, but when Ginger began circling her tongue around the darkened tissue surrounding Icy's nipple, the half-ravaged girl arched her back in response.
But Cioccolata's pacing intensified yet again, as he began pumping into the stripper like a machine. He fucked her so mercilessly, it was as if he were taking her life force away from her, only feeding his relentless stamina.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ahh! Oh, fuck!" she grinded her teeth and moaned out, "Fuck! Cioccolata!"
Ginger bit her lip in response of her sisters quaking pleasure, never having seen her get so into it, with genuine zeal. All these details weren't to say that Icy wasn't as loose as her sister; she was just as much of a whore as Ginger, just not as bold. Her desires were more under wraps, but clear by the slutty look in her black eyes as she regarded the man above her as Zeus. Icy was the type of quiet whore on the low, the kind that any quality of man can sweet talk, spit game and lie, without any real effort—and she would throw her legs open for them.
The reasons regarding Icy's promiscuity was a consequence of not only poor upbringing but a lack of developed self-esteem and interpersonal skills, whereas Ginger's was more attributed to a matter of environment and circumstance, not that the said factors for Icy didn't also apply to Ginger. However, this distinction between the roots of their whoredom correlated with a relatively high body count which Ginger possessed over Icy. Cioccolata may have only made the twelfth man Icy had slept with.
True enough, both women made their way around the block regarding how many men they had slept with. There comes a time for a woman where the amount of experience she has blurs the lines rather than builds an insightful erotic portfolio. These women, it could be said, already went beyond their thresholds in the matter. They came to a point where not many men could satisfy them either from sexual prowess, fortune or compatibility. Cioccolata quite simply blew the women off the map in how he pleased them, and it wasn't by accident.
Ginger saw the way Icy kept shaking her head from the left to the right, her lips open forming a perfect "o" from which her squeaky moans rang out, and so Ginger now used this time to tease her, as Icy had previously done her.
"Oh, is somebody ready to cum?" She snickered as she shook Icy's tits more than they were already being done naturally.
Icy's thick black eyebrows shot up and folded over her shut eyes as if in true distress as she cried, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god..! Keep fucking me...!" Her pig tails were nowloose, messed up and frizzed out.
Cioccolata was enjoying seeing Ginger tease Icy so much. He was stricken with an idea other than his selfish objective in the matter, as the usual case, so he began swiveling his hips around, pulling around and away, tapering off to the point that her body attempted to reel him back in. Her position, however, was too limiting, and so she found herself at his mercy.
Icy reacted in a heated madness, her desire for release was blinding. She begged Cioccolata to keep fucking her, as her pussy now was so wet, her juices saturated her asshole. However, Cioccolata regarded her dismissively and continued the pacing.
Ginger seemed to go in heat with excitement as well, her envy drove her to seek out further torment on her sister. She leaned half of her torso on the lounge, atop of Icy, breast to breast, and began licking and nibbling Icy's neck. Soon she was kissing her lips too, and once engaged, Ginger appeared to be the dominant one. She twisted Icy's tentative and gentle tongue in her mouth, guiding it along, leaving her sister submitting to the direction she was shown. Ginger twisted her face and dug in deeper as she fondled her own fat tits, which were already smashed over Icy's, looking like a real harlot.
Cioccolata seen enough; his dick was steel now, so he gave up his teasing and resumed hammering her. Icy's eyes shot open to the returning pace, and she moaned into Ginger's mouth, who now grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her. She smashed her lips against hers with more force, ensuring Icy was subdued not only from Cioccolata, but by Ginger herself in a collaborative effort to distress the young Sicilian stripper.
And Icy was certainly experiencing just that, as she wavered closer and closer to the pinnacle, she tried desperately to escape Ginger's lips, who only subdued her with more force at the more she struggled. Ginger bit her lips for each futile effort, and spoke into her mouth deviously, "Come on, Icy, stop being a bitch and take his dick."
Cioccolata was grinding his teeth visibly just seeing it all, his nut was right there, and he began panting like a beast as he pounded her walls in long, fast strokes. Ginger's torment on Icy that he witnessed unleashed the beast in him. There was a mental note in his head to force these women to fuck each other when they became his slaves. Ginger obviously was the dominant one as opposed to Icy.
He smashed Icy's thighs against him as he kept taking her, only growing more ruthless when he heard Icy screaming a mixture of pain stricken and pleasurable moans all into Ginger's mouth. Cioccolata was getting so close and losing control, that he extended his arm to the arm of the lounge close beside him, gripping it as he moved in to empty himself, and with it, all that could be heard in the room for the remaining minute was the wet slap of her ass against him, her dismayed moans, and his bellowing groans.
Ginger was getting a greater rise from being able to see Cioccolata lose control like this. The most exciting part was the look on face, as though he was in a solid fury just to release. Her eyes worshipped his tight, built body, and what she could see of his bare chest behind his open blouse. It was a wonderful perspective for her, increasing her wild fixation upon him. He was just completely irresistible for her; she longed to lick all of the sweat off his body…
And then as her eyes adored him, she noticed he shifted his position slightly, giving himself more leverage, and sat up more. He thrusted Icy's legs open now, as he wildly fucked her and groaned his last, emptying his nut. Icy's moans rivaled his quite a bit, as she now felt herself about to fall off the edge and into true bliss.
When Icy began pleading yet again that Cioccolata stay in her, to keep fucking her, his pace did not hasten, and he simply looked upon her with a crooked smirk. Icy didn't understand his indifference, so she pleaded louder, crying, "Please, Cioccolata! I'm going to cum..!"
"Is that so…?" He mumbled, tilting his head as if he were in concern for her. But instead, he pulled himself out. Icy gasped in mortification, her black eyes wider than they'd ever been whilst being fucked, and her eyes trailed him in disbelief as he seated himself back in his original spot before this began. He flung his arms over the top of the lounge, the cut of it to his left making a downward incline into the cushion which Icy laid on her back.
His blouse was there opened more with his arms spread out like this, Ginger took note, and crawled, still on the floor, over between his legs. Cioccolata made a gesture with his finger, directing Ginger to take care of his dick. She began rolling the condom off, then vacuuming his dick clean in her eager mouth. Cioccolata let his head hang in complete relaxation and groaned when he felt Ginger's lips close around his cock tightly, boy he loved getting a thorough cock cleaning after a good fuck.
"Ahh, bueno, sì… You just love being daddy's girl. Mmm." He commented in delight.
Icy on the other hand, wasn't feeling good about any of this at all. She looked on them both in humiliation, slighted even by her own sister.
Just as she was thinking how unfair it was, she saw Ginger look over at her, blue eyes to black, and as she continued sucking Cioccolata off, Icy could see in her sister's eyes a look of triumph. She was considering this a victory, and from the looks of it, it was.
Then Icy looked up to Cioccolata instead, and to her surprise, he was already looking at her. He smiled again, then spoke to her.
"What are you looking at cazzo stuzzicare? Hm?" he spoke in a cocky tone. "Here, how about this?" he directed Ginger to reach for a pen in his jacket pocket, and he then retrieved an 100,000-lira bill from his pant pocket and wrote something in cursive across the bill.
This stirred Icy, who was now full attention, Ginger also looked. Then Cioccolata flicked the bill toward Icy, who wasn't far at all on the lounge. She picked up the bill and saw it read, "Punishment." Icy balled the bill in frustration into her bralette, while Cioccolata laughed loudly, clearly overly satisfied with his own joke. Leaving notes for his hits was a method of good fun for him but using it in a situation like this tickled him.
Icy lifted her torso up, and began fixing her bralette, putting her tits neatly back into it, ignoring him completely. She looked down as she did so, more so in shame and defeat than in anger, as she listened to Ginger and Cioccolata talking about what he had just did in mirth, Ginger commenting on it saying, "Teehee! But she took it though!" Ignoring her, Icy began smoothing her wild hair, attempting to fix her pig tails, but she would need to take them out completely in order to do so.
When Cioccolata gauged that she didn't plan on answering, he sweetened his voice and tried again, "I'm only teasing you. You've got a nice pussy, and you looked so sexy getting fucked."
Ginger was licking all over Cioccolata's balls now. Icy tried hard to fight it, but she felt herself getting drawn back into Cioccolata and his charming demeanor. She gave him a side glare and she was busy putting her heels back on, having fixed her thong.
"Come on, talk to me, kitten. You know you want to." He tried again, blinking his eyes with enthusiasm.
"I don't want to," she finally remarked in a barely contained pout, "You're not a very nice man, I see—despite how nice you are to Ginger." There was clear jealousy in her tone at the mention at her sister's name.
Ginger began tucking his dick back into his thong now, and then climbed onto his lap yet again, this time facing him. Finally, she took the time of distraction to run her hands freely over Cioccolata's bare chest under the blouse, and when she found his nipples, she leaned in and circled the tip of her tongue around one of them.
Cioccolata acknowledged Ginger's worship of him by sliding his hand up her thigh until he had her ass cheek in his hand.
"Ah, don't be mistaken. I'm very nice." He snickered, "but as I said, I had to punish you for being a bad girl."
She looked down again, getting flustered and said nothing.
Cioccolata knew he was wearing on her, so he continued, "So, with that being said," he raised his voice up a note, "if you're a good girl, then I'll reward you, just like your sister; so, it's no need to get jealous. Daddy really likes you too."
And with that she was moved, ready to throw open her legs again. She batted her eyelashes at him, her large brown orbs seeking out his green eyes that she already adored too much; the first thing she noticed on him when she entered the room earlier. Really, this flip-flop nature of hers regarding men stemmed from a lack of a father; the same was true for Ginger, although this fact revealed itself in her in other dysfunctional ways.
Ginger now began licking Cioccolata's underarm, shamelessly licking up any lingering sweat. Cioccolata was surprised but delighted, again remarking to himself how good of a slave she'll serve him. She was marveling at his black underarm hair, as he didn't seem to have much hair elsewhere, and she assumed he shaved his pelvic region.
Cioccolata continued weaning her back to him, "Come over here and I'll tell you how I'll make it up to you."
His voice was a lull, and it reached the same carnal place inside of her, reigniting a feeling in her clitoris. Icy felt herself growing weak to him, she tried to fight it, and that was when she noticed a good way out of it.
"I'll think about it. But I have to use the bathroom first. I'll come back…"
Cioccolata only stared at her in response, but Icy stared back at him deeply, as if to assure him. He wasn't entirely convinced of it, as he was exceptional at reading people. It didn't matter to him however. He knew she suffered a weak resolve, and it would be easy to swoon her again, as he already did now twice.
She stood up finally, and quickly walked out of the room, looking at Cioccolata one last time through the drapes she had gracefully moved, watching his eyes through the sheer material, the glow of the salt lamps casting perfect shadows over his face—highlighting his superior facial bone structure. Ginger was now kissing along his jawline, as if to draw attention to this fact.
And then Icy was gone, and with it, Ginger perked up suddenly, trailing the last of her kissing along his jaw toward his earlobe. She lingered her kiss there, at the side of his prominently high cheekbone, staring into his eyes, which were now downcast, looking at his watch. She noticed immediately, and this worried her.
"You're not going to leave yet, are you daddy?" she asked rather meekly in comparison to how she normally spoke to him.
"I was thinking about it." He stated blankly. As much as he downplayed his concern over the phone with Secco, he needed to check his slave…
And so, he rather did need to leave, and she knew it. Now that he had relieved himself, he could think again. He was genuinely concerned for his favorite slave. This was the last phase. He needed to wrap things up with both women, take them home with him, check on Caramella, and put them in the dungeon. He had to juggle both objectives, nothing that was nearly a task for a man of his caliber.
"I really don't want you to leave yet," she whispered with a hint of regret. He felt her hand tug on his blouse, and she balled it in her fist, then continued, "Why don't you stay with us for a little longer? I really wanted to ask you something…"
"Why don't you ask now then, while you have the opportunity." He framed it as if he was rather telling her to ask. He fiddled with the neon green straps of her G-string, twirling his fingers between them. He purposely looked down at them as he did this, and then brought his eyes back up to hers.
Her face was now facing his straight on, and he noticed one of the things he liked in the slave through them. Adoration. He thought on this in delight, knowing she had yet another thing checked off on the Slave Prerequisites. On the other hand, for the following month he would most likely not see that adoration… but in due time, she'd be enamored with him again. All women did, despite his treatment of them; he knew this very well.
Then he noticed he was slightly slouched with her on him, so he straightened himself. Ginger then placed his hands on her hips, as if to give herself strength to get out what she was going to ask.
"Well…" she pursed her pretty, full, luscious lips as she looked away from him for a moment. Her wavy blonde hair fell over her face a little bit, and she tucked some of it behind her ear.
Cioccolata had no time to waste. "What, kitten?" he coaxed.
She looked at him then, with full eyes and a pout still on her features. She raised her eyebrows, opened her mouth. Closed it, then opened it again asking quietly, "Do you like me more than my sister?"
Cioccolata's smile grew across his face slowly but fully. He freed his hands from her clutches on her hips and ran them further up her sides until he was cupping her breast, and she grabbed them again, holding them in place.
"I do. I like your sister, but I prefer you." For the few times of his life he had told a truth, now was one of them.
She watched his eyes with skepticism. "You're not lying, are you?"
He could feel her heart beating now, even beneath those fat mountains of tits. "I'm not lying." He promised this, and it was solid. He then reached for her blonde locks trailing along her spine, pulled them back into his grip, then adding with emphasis, "I love blondes, after all, and…blue eyes."
Her lips were still pursed, but she smiled anyway, eventually to a full cheese, and her eyes twinkled with flattery and triumph. She spoke again, rather serious, "That leaves me something else to ask you then."
She let his hands go, and so he let go of her breast, resting them on her thighs. He extended his fingers over them, and his hands could be laid out fully over her thigh, but not quite. But he knew with Caramella, they would definitely fit over them completely. He briefly hoped again, as he pictured this, that his favorite slave was alright.
"What is it?" he asked, genuinely interested.
She looked down at his hands on her thighs, and then ran her hands up his forearms, along his upper arms, and finally she spoke asking quietly still, but flirtatiously, "Will you be my boyfriend, Cioccolata?"
"How old are you?" he asked, as if age really mattered at this point—as if he hadn't been fucking a 17-year-old a few days ago.
She raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm 25. Icy is 23."
Then Cioccolata responded, "I'll be more than that, for you, little girl. Much, much more…" His eyes penetrated hers now, which seemed to linger and hang on every word.
He continued, his voice as devious as ever, "…If you come back with me, that dungeon will be yours, and you will defer to me as Master Cioccolata from there on. But when we are alone…" He now traced her choker at her throat, continuing after the pause, "…You will learn exceedingly quickly what I like, and how to behave. Because, you see, I will mold you into the perfect woman for myself. All your needs and resources will be met, as a good master ought of see to."
He knew, given how strongly she must have felt about him to ask him that, along with her fascination with him telling her he has a dungeon, that all of this would be music to her ears. He could clearly see in her behaviors she wanted to be a slave; she just doesn't know how literally that will become for her.
Ginger regarded him as if she were in a trance, and maybe her high contributed, but he was positive it was from her sheer ecstasy at hearing his words. Even if he were using it as a tool of manipulation, the best part about it was, he was being completely and absolutely honest or his name wasn't Cioccolata.
Now she had blushed full on, and asked demurely, "Is that really true..?"
Cioccolata raised his finger to her full, bottom lip. "Of course, it's true. Why wouldn't daddy want a pretty thing like you in his dungeon?"
Yes, of course, it is absolutely true. Beautiful women are trophies. He thought.
Ginger then grabbed his hand, which she already adored so much, and put his finger in her mouth, the one he had placed on her bottom lip, and began sucking it slowly.
When finishing, she simply held his hand with both of hers, messaging his knuckles and looking over them lovingly. As she watched his hand with her bright blue eyes, her glossy pink lips added softly, "I could die to be yours…it's just too good to be true."
Hmm. With that type of dedication, maybe she'll enjoy it after all. He thought. It was indeed something to wonder at. It got him curious, so he decided to pry into it.
"Tell me then, are you a masochist?"
"Maybe…somewhere on the spectrum… I don't know if I am a hundred percent. But I loved how much you slapped my ass, it's still sore," she chuckled.
As she was replying, Cioccolata was feeling her tit, and when he moved the slingshot to the side, he began squeezing her nipple, the grip between his thumb and index growing progressively tighter.
She at first slightly grimaced, still in pleasure, but soon her brows furrowed in more than discomfort, a genuine look of pain.
"A-aaaah! Owwwaa!" she yelped, then grabbed his wrist in reflex. But Cioccolata only absorbed her features and just stared at her menacingly.
He let go, as hard as it was, once he felt his point was made. He spoke. "A woman enjoying her ass being slapped is elementary; soft. How about being flogged, paddled, shocked, sodomized? Knife play? How about hot wax?"
She sighed in relief after he stopped, then replied, with her brows still furrowed, "What? No! I haven't done any of that! Well…does anal count?"
Good. He thought. He rather hoped she'd done none of it, not because he was happy to introduce her as much as he was to push her beyond her limits.
"Well," he breathed with excitement, feeling himself unable to subdue a passionate rant, "I'm of the mentality that one shouldn't simply pull back their hand when placed on a hot burner—we ought of ascend our reflexes. Push our bodies to the limit, even to the extremes of such pain."
But when he looked at Ginger now, he could see she wasn't really feeling it.
With her lips pursed she commented, "If you say so…"
Women were women after all. None he had ever met were capable of much abstract thought, and so, he never saw them as anything more than good company for a man. This was another reason he enjoyed Secco's even more, and that's pretty bad.
He didn't say anything, and Ginger changed the subject then.
"You know, I can tell you really liked hurting me like that, you monster; I can feel your dick is all hard again. I guess you're just the ultimate sadist?"
"I'm a monster just for that..? You don't understand the meaning of that word, darling." Fortunately for her, she would know soon enough.
Cioccolata then traced his arms around her waist, pulling her into closer against his body. Ginger placed her hands on his chest for support. When her face was near his, he drew his mouth close to her ear, then whispered, "I am the ultimate sadist, yes. And yes, I enjoyed hurting you, and I will enjoy it much more when you are my slave. And soon, you'll like it too, because it's what I like. There are many things you don't know about me."
He couldn't help but leave threat in his voice. But it didn't matter. He had won this. He could even feel her now getting wet again. She was his slave already, in body and spirit. He already knew given the way she dressed with her stripper get up, that she was more masochistic than she let on, at the very least, heavily curious on those types of fetishes. All he had to do was break her in.
Ginger on the other hand couldn't believe how much this man had moved her in only a few hours of being together. She even began to wonder if she could fall in love with him. More than that, she wondered if he could be the one! And with that, she lost all sense completely as she was swept up into an infatuation which he had orchestrated from the start. But Cioccolata, to her, was so mysterious, and this made him even more attractive to her. Not counting, for the most very basic reasons, she knew he was loaded. And he even said he would take care of her completely. He was even willing to be her sugar daddy; a fatherless girl's dream come true!
She put her hand on his face, and with real emotion in her voice she breathed into his lips, "I can't wait…to know everything about you."
He gripped his hair yet again, pulled it all into his hand, slightly yanking on it until her face was pulled back, and he replied, "Oh, you will." And from there, he kissed her lips, locking her to him permanently.
Time wise, it must have already been fifteen minutes at least since Icy had gone, and this worried him. Was it possible she changed her mind? He needed her to come back; the sooner she did, the sooner he could leave. He needed Icy to come home with him as well, not only did he want her as his slave too, but Icy would notice that Ginger would never be coming back. There was no choice in the matter, whether Cioccolata wanted her as a slave or not… Her fate was sealed the moment Ginger introduced her to him.
But he did see the benefit in having her as a slave. They would be able to continue having ménage à trois.
Cioccolata broke their kiss to ask, finally, "Where is your sister?"
"…She said she'd come back," she commented as if she were in a dream world, where only they existed, and certainly, it seemed that way. She didn't want to think about Icy, and it became clear in her tone, "Why? Won't we leave soon?"
"I want her to come too. I told her I will make it up to her, so I will."
"Why? I thought…"
He cut her off, "Because it would please me. Don't you want to please your master? Isn't that really why you brought her to me in the first place?"
She was silent for a moment, as she was really turning it over in her head. "I… you're right." She submitted.
"I am. So be a good girl and bring her. I'll be waiting outside in my car, it's the white one."
She seemed alarmed by how sudden he said this, but she had no time to talk as he began moving himself and her off him. As he stood up there on, he began zipping up his fly, quickly buttoning up his blouse, then he put his beige blazer back on. He fixed his tie finally, and with that, he looked just as groomed as when he entered this room that had been previously transformed into a sex sauna.
"Alright," He commented, with a raised tone that meant business, "I'm going out now. I'll be waiting for you two." He looked at her for confirmation.
"Yes… Master Cioccolata." She smiled, regaining her flirtatious glare.
"Good slave. We'll have more fun tonight, okay?" His tone now was as sweet as his alias, as he regarded her seated on the lounge, her tall, beautiful tanned skin, wavy dark blonde hair, voluptuous tits, a perfectly skinny waist, fat ass, thick thighs, well-toned calf muscles due to the nature of her work, beautiful pouty lips; better than Sophia Loren…perfect. A real trophy, and truly a sight for sore eyes.
He let his eyes flatter her, as she watched them yet again trail over her body. He exhaled finally, not trying to get his dick started again.
The attention seemed to revive Ginger's spirits, leaving no traces that she was ever bothered. She lifted herself from the white velvet lounge she spent at least a couple of hours occupying, and with her sexy clear stilettos, she sauntered over to the object of her desire. She laid her hands on his chest a last time, before he was ready to exit, and pecked his lips, which were almost leveled with his; she was 5'7 strictly without the heels.
Her nails dug into his blazer as she spoke, "I'll be a fast as I can," She assured him with an eager smile. "So, wait for me, please."
Cioccolata during the time she said this was fondling her ass, up and down and in circles. He couldn't get enough of it. Never mind her fat tittles pressed on his chest, though he enjoyed that too.
"Of course I'll wait…" he breathed. Giving her ass a final squeeze, he urged her to exit the room with him. There in the hall, they parted, going in opposite directions. The bouncer that was standing by in the hall earlier was no longer here. Ginger turned to watch Cioccolata disappear back into the black mass of the club, an especially dim show going on now. She wouldn't be able to make out if Icy was out there. She admired Cioccolata's tall-framed silhouette, his nonchalant seeming gait as he crept out of sight, then turned her attention to the locker room, hoping to find her sister there.
She did indeed find Icy, who was gawking at herself in an affixed vertical body mirror. She was seen adjusting her bralette and pulling up the straps to her thong. Ginger quickened her pace, whispering her sister's name as she came up behind her. Icy was only a bit startled, but turned to face her, leaving no trace of any surprise. Icy did wonder however, if her sister was still with Cioccolata, and if she was trying to fetch her back.
Ginger regarded her sister now with agitation. She spoke, "Why didn't you come back? It must have been about twenty minutes since you left."
Icy tried to appear confident, but she hardly felt that way since she left. She rolled her black eyes, sucked her teeth and stated, "I changed my mind is all."
"Rude! Anyway, I need you to do me a favor, and it's an important one." Ginger then stumbled over to her locker, taking out her purse and change of clothes, along with her medium-brown, mink fur coat.
Icy wondered what it was now, but she had a feeling it had to do with that man again. Ginger threw on her clothes like there was no tomorrow, completely oblivious to the fact that she would never again pick out her own clothes if she proceeded in her plans.
"What?" Icy's eyes glowered at her sister, who was still busy with her clothes, hardly looking at her.
When Ginger was half decent, she stepped toward Icy again, emphasizing, "Please, please," with deep sincerity in her blue eyes, "Come with me to his house."
"What!?" Icy exclaimed. How brazen of her!
"N-no! I wish I hadn't even gone in that room in the first place, let alone that." She looked at her older sister in disbelief, and continued, "That's dangerous, too. Why would you want to do that?"
"Oh, Icy," she pleaded, "You're just mad! He was only joking with you! Why do you have to take it so personally? And don't act like we haven't gone home with men before!"
Icy averted her eyes now so that Ginger could not see her get upset at the mention. The truth was that she did really like Cioccolata, but she felt so slighted by him especially when it was ever clear to her that he preferred Ginger. And Ginger's last words couldn't even compare—previous men they had at least spent the day with before doing so.
Ginger continued her pleading when she saw Icy did not say anything. "Icy, don't you like him though? He's really so nice. I know he's a sweetheart."
"I don't know about that…" Icy mumbled, she didn't get that vibe at all from Cioccolata. Not a bit. Really, she had no idea what had gotten into her older sister. It was usually her who laughed off men and gave Icy advice on them. It seemed to her that her older sister somehow had gotten herself entangled in a fatal attraction.
Ginger countered her, "I talked to him, I know. I felt it. And don't forget what I told you earlier, I'm sure he must be a gangster. Can you imagine how much money he's gotta have?" her tone raised with urgency. But her suspicion was contradictory to her previous statement; exemplifying how head over heels she must have been.
"I know but—we make great enough money here." She attempted to come across firm, but Ginger shot down her weak attempts yet again. Ginger earlier telling her how loaded he had to have been was the main reason Icy agreed to meet him in the first place!
"I've just made from him tonight what I would only make in two weeks!" she put her hands on her hips, looking as though she was becoming exceedingly inpatient, then continued, "I'm not going to miss my chance, and he's not going to be happy if I tell him that you don't want to come…" Her tone trailed off in distress, and now she looked down.
But the last line suddenly struck a nerve in Icy. She wondered then, and she was thrown into her primality.
"Not happy? Why? He wants me to come with you two?" she asked skeptically, but a hint of anxious hope in her tone.
"Yes! Of course he does!" Ginger replied honestly. She did feel rather jealous by this fact, but right now, it was obviously to the advantage. "He told me he wanted you to come with us, he actually insisted on it, Icy. And he said he wants to make it up to you."
And just like that, the tables had turned. Icy's defenses dropped, as if she were back in the room with Cioccolata and he was sweet talking her. Her panties metaphorically, and in the future, literally fell. Her black eyes widened, now it was written on her face. Her eyes bored into Ginger's, trying to find the truth, but as it was the truth to Ginger, so it was to Icy.
She swallowed as her heart fluttered to the thought. If he liked Ginger so much, why would he not be content with leaving with just her? Why would he insist upon it? There was no other explanation in her mind. Either way, now she was just much too tempted, far too intrigued to just stay here, never to find out…
She knew it was true, but she asked anyway, "Is that true?"
Ginger affirmed her in this, nodded her head sincerely, then adding as further incentive, "Come on…what do you have to lose?"
Now Icy had completely succumbed to Ginger's urgings. She walked over to her own locker, and she was just as urgently as Ginger was previously, removing her items.
Ginger was overjoyed, so she hugged her sister then, thanking her and assuring her of the great time they'll have. She quickly left the room to grab all the money on the glass end table in the room they had all previously shared, not realizing that by her will and insistence—she were pulling her precious sister into the very burial plot she had readied for herself.