It was early on a busy friday noon when I was requested by THE BOSS, ( the head of the Vincelli Family ) to meet him at his favorite restaurant for lunch to talk about business.
I'd been working for the big guy for nearly three months now, and in that time had been able to move up to become his right hand man pretty quickly. A feat not wasted on the other employees on the payroll who'd been there even longer. But in our profession, you could be king of the hill one minute and pushing up daises the next.
When I got there at about quarter to one, THE BOSS was in his usual booth, downing what was i'm sure his second helping of his spaghetti lunch. After a respectfull greeting, I sled into the booth just to the left of him, and waited for whatever orders he would give to me to carry out that day.
But after a few moments I noticed THE BOSS seemed to be acting a little strange while he ate his lunch.
Barely looking up from his plate, breathing hard, and pausing for short moments when he did. I asked him several times if he was alright, but he'd just grunt to himself, drop his head into his plate, and continue stuffing spaghetti into his mouth. It wasn't until a full fifteen minutes later did I understand why.
THE BOSS with spaghetti sauce dripping from his chin, sort of looked bug eyed for a minute as he stopped eating, stopped breathing, and announced in a low heavy moan that he was cumming!
I just sat there and watched as THE BOSS clinched his fist around the corners of the floor length clothed table, causing the entire table to shake and vibrate as it rested against his pod belly, while he dumpped his load of cum down some unlucky bitch's throat. It made my dick hard just thinking about it.
I tried not to watch as his eyes sank back into their sockets, and his breathing returned in a heavy wisp. He had let go with a load sigh of relief, then wiped his forehead on the back of his sleeve. Then he suddenly turned to me, and with a spaghetti stained grin, and asked me if i wanted a blowjob as well!
"Hell yeah!" I said before actually realizing who it was I was talkng to. Right then I saw THE BOSS kind of jesture to whoever it was under the table to " Do him next", then felt a pair of expert hands slowly inch their way up my highly anticapated pant legs. By the time they reached my crotch, my already hard cock, ( from watching THE BOSS get his rocks off ) was thick throbbing and leaking ball juice.
Before long, the trick had unfastened and unzipped me in record time. My hardon must of damn near smacked her in the forehead the moment it sprung excited and twitching from its hiding place between my legs. It didn't take long before I hot wet slithering slick tongue worked its way from midway my throbbing babymaker, to the sensitive bullet shaped head which leaked a steady supply of nector along her tastebuds, and between her soft sensual lips.
From the instant I felt her mouth envelope me, and the silky soft interior of her velvety throat caress and swallow the entire length of my 7" slab of italian muscle in one gulp, I knew I was in love! Deep meaningful slap your momma kill your daddy love. I simply had to find out who this talented woman was who was under the table slurping and sucking on my dick as if it were her last meal.
Sweat began to break out on my face. The veins began to protrude my forehead. My breathing became harsh as I got short of breath. She was definately getting the better of me, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out long.
Damn she was making my dick feel good. How could she know how to suck a cock so precisely? know all the correct pressure points? She must have been sucking cock for years. Maybe she was a pro, one of Vincelli's working girls. I must admit, I've had a few from time to time. Part of the perks of the business.
My dick throbbed everytime she sled her mouth up to the head. She was sucking me at such a fast furious pace, that my cock was beating quicker than my heart.
I longed to grab her by her hair and face fuck her, force feeding her my copious cum down her throat til it backed right out of her ears.
She was really getting into it now. Under the table sucking cock must've been her favorite past time. She was snorting and grunting loader than ever. Her moans were a low deep rooting vibration on to my cock. She hummed sucked and slurped, bobbing her head in my lap so fast, that the back of her head banged against the bottom of the table repeatedly. I thought for sure the bitch would knock herself out before we were even finished.
By now her slick saliva was coating my cock and balls, and her throat was so slicked with it that she was now able to punch my dick down the back of her throat with every intake. Each time her lips would smack against my hairy balls, she'd make a raspy throaty moan, just to let me know she liked what she was doing. It was like fucking pussy, hot deep wet and tight.
I knew that with a mouth this good, she had to have the most sweetest tastiest juiciest pussy in the room. I just wanted to pull her up from under the table and dive my face in her warm moist snatch. I wanted to spread her thighs so wide, and lap at her quivering cunt til I sucked her pussy of all its salty goodness. But right now she had the advantage.
Crouched down under the table out of sight like she was, she could suck my cock as long as she wanted. Suck me dry of all my precious cream, or not. And there was nothing I could do about it, but sit there and hope she takes me over the edge before we're found out. In this war of cock verses mouth, she would definately be the victor, but then again, once I'd blown my load in her mouth, we'd both be winners.
The table began to shake violently when I grabbed to corners of it in an effort to steady myself from the oncoming explosion which seemed enevidable.
Without removing my hands, I sled my hips from side to side, squirming to escape the hot mouth which followed wherever I went. Determined to hold on to my load a little longer. Wanting to prolong the good feelings this mystery woman was giving my entire growing. Her wet sucking sounds now sounded more desperate as she became intent on eating me alive. This was a girl who knew what she wanted, and how to get it.
Finally, I couldn't take anymore.
When the moment hit, everything in the went black. I couldn't hear nothing, couldn't see nothing. All I could do was sit there with my head against the wall, my mouth looped open and whimper like a newborn.
Just when she sensed my cumming, she took my rock hard cock deeper still into the back of her throat and held me there. Then she took my saliva coated balls into her hand and began slightly twisting them. This caused my achingly hard cock to jump within the hot confides of her throat. The muscles in her throat massaging the entire length of my prick, sending rippling motions up and down my cock belly so intense, that I lost my load right then and there.
The first shot caught her a little off guard, bulleting out and spattering the roof of her throat like hot clingy pancake mix, causing her to jump slightly. But like the trooper she is, she took the rest of my considerable load like a fish to water. Swallowing and gulping my honey sweet cream as if it were cure all.
Her senuious lips tightened hard around the base of my raging lance. One hand continued to claw at the opening of my pants, which was at a bunch around my thighs, stretching the fabric wide to allow her plenty of room to grind her face on my sweaty pubs, while the other hand tightly squeezed and massaged my coated ballsack, gentally, rhythmically coaxing out a steady flow of cum which passed through the cum tube like hot lava up a volcano
She didn't miss a drop either. She kept my still throbbing, still pumping dick deep in her mouth. I gasped and choked back a sigh while grinding my hips around in the seat, trying to hump the last of my dick juice down her throat. She drank it greedily. Breathing in heavily through her nostrils while she continued to hold prisoner my prick lodged down her throat.
It must've been a full five minutes of churning my cock around in her throat before she let my fast turning rubbery prick slurp free from the hot wet space it so recently come to love. Even then she'd kept sucking the big spongy head between her lips, just to be certain she got all the delicious filling I had to give.
My body collapsed in my seat. My arms unable to hold on anymore, fell to either side of me. I'd felt like I'd just dropped a thousand pound weight off my shoulders. I must've been a sight. Sitting there with beads of sweat across my forehead and along my upper lip. Other reataurant goers kept turning around whispering in my direction, but i didn't care. Who gives a fuck what they thought after the mind numbing experience I'd just had?
When my eyes finally began to focus, I'd noticed THE BOSS had finished his spaghetti lunch. He calmly pushed the plate away, pulled the clothed napkin from his collar, and wiped his chin. He then took a toothpick from the top pocket of his shirt, slightly cleared his throat, and announced in a low mannered tone, not directed towards me, that he was finished with his lunch. Well, not noticing any waiters in the immediate area, I assumed he was talking to me, but before I could think up a reply, I heard movement from under the table.
My eyes widened with sudden fear. My heart leaped to my throat. My world was turned upside down, when to my horror and surprise, one of the reataurant's male waiters came up from under the table with a spoon in hand.
Quickly clearing the table its dirty dishes and apolojizing to THE BOSS for dropping his spoon on the floor, the waiter gave me a quick glance and a shy smile when I noticed out the corner of his mouth was a small droplet of my un-eaten cum clinging to his face.
I didn't say anything to the waiter as he licked his lips, savoring the droplet he's just discovered while speeding off towards the kitchen.
THE BOSS of course didn't see any of the exchange as he now had his face buried in his paper shouting out orders he'd planned for me and the boys to take care of before night fall. Suddenly I noticed the waiter scurrying to his other tables to catch up, the restaurant's manager in the background keeping an eye on him when to my surprise again, my dick started to harden. Stretching and lengthening between my open legs. Still hot, still wet from the top notch blow job it just recently recieved.
I looked over at THE BOSS and found myself wondering........did he order dessert.