The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes.

“Your daddy’s home slut,” I said as I forced her back down to service me. “It’s time to show him what his little girl can do.”

The girl that was gagging on my cock in nothing but a pair of designer heels and her black, lace panties was the 19 year old daughter of the man walking up the driveway. From above me in his bedroom I could hear the creaks of his bed and screams of his wife and older daughter. For the past hour, four of my men had been having fun with them.

The security light at the front door came on and I turned my bodyguard beside me.

“Go to the door incase our friend gets any ideas,” I said.

He got up and pulled his gun out before taking up position out of site behind the front door.

I heard the keys fumbling in the lock and then it started to swing open.

“Honey, I’m ho-. What the fuck!”

I looked up.

“Hello Michael,” I said as a grin appeared on my face. “I told you not to fuck with me.”

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6 Months Earlier

I stood in my suit and overcoat as the heavens emptied all around us. The weather forecast said that New York would be subject to raging for the next 3 weeks and the headlines joked that it was the Devil’s way of welcoming Don Giovanni to hell.

I looked around the packed cemetery to see many faces that I knew. Of course here, beside the coffin my father now resided, at the front of the funeral I saw my family. My uncles and aunts, cousins and nephews and nieces. I also saw my fathers closest friends, his two Caporegimes, Antonio Rossi and Mario Bartelli, his Consigliere, Claudio Rossi, and a few of his other confidantes.

My Mother wept at the foot of his coffin. Her black outfit soaked through by the rain. In some ways I was glad it was raining as it hid some of my tears. I was not a weak man, I had made my bones at the age of 16 (much to my fathers disappointment) and he had been convinced to allow me to join the less legitimate side of his business. However, burying ones father is never easy, infant it was the hardest thing I had thus far done in my 27 years as a Giovanni.

My father, the Don, had been the most powerful and influential mafioso in America at the time of his passing and it was not surprising that his funeral had attracted some of the most prominent men in not only New York, but in the whole of the states. There was even an envoy from the Italian mafia families, a mark of respect to the late Don. However, I was under no illusions. I knew that many of these men were not here to pay respect to my father, but rather to size me up as his successor. The Don had been in charge of New York and the eastern sea board for over 40 years and it was therefore not surprising that he had made many enemies. As I looked around I saw the eyes of some of Americas most dangerous men looking at me like a predator sizing up its prey.

When my father had passed away 7 days ago, Claudio had said that I might receive time until the funeral to mourn before the other families of New York starting feeling around and testing the waters. In reality I had received less that twelve hours. My father’s body was not yet cold when I learned of an attack on one of his clubs in the city. Mario had informed be that it had happened in an area where my father had had a few run ins recently with a venetian called Michael Bianchi. Bianchi was a snake of a man who had his hands in every shady business he could gain a foothold in through murder and extortion.

I knew that this event was make or break and my retaliation was swift and brutal. Mario and his men had attacked and burned out 4 of Bianchi’s most profitable bookmakers as well as one of his drug dens. I sent word to him that if he touched any of my businesses again that I would not settle for cocaine and money next time. Only blood would satisfy my thirst for revenge.

That had seemed to do the trick and his men had backed away from Giovanni turf. Whilst this small battle had been won, I knew that it meant little. Bianchi was a two bit mobster in comparison to the other New York families and it was them I had to be worried about. So far all had been quiet on that front.

I knew that would not last however. Claudio had warned that those who were a threat would be present at my father’s funeral. I looked around and saw all four of the Heads of the other New York families there. Franco Lombardi, Andrea Ferrari, Marco Mancini and Stefano Ricci were all in attendance and I had spotted all of them sizing me up atlas a dozen times during the service.

The service finished soon after my father was lowered to his final resting place and all those who wanted were allowed to sprinkle some dirt onto his coffin. I was making my way to my car, flanked by my caporegimes and my chauffeur , the I heard my name called out.

“Luca! Wait!”

I turned and looked up to see the source of the calls. A figure was running toward me along the road. Antonio pulled me back as he and Mario started to draw their weapons, fearing an attempt on my life. However I realised that the figure running towards me in heels and a black fur coat was no threat to me.

“Calm down, it’s Maria,” I said, placing a hand on Antonio’s shoulder. I reached for my umbrella to give her cover from the rain as she reached us. “Maria, I did not know you were coming.”

“Of course Luca. I could not miss your father’s funeral after all he has done for me.”

I finally had a chance to look at her. She was a good foot shorter than me at around 5’4 and her brown hair glistened with the rain that had soaked her during the service. I looked into her brown eyes and could tell from the slight smudges in her makeup that she had been crying. I handed the umbrella to Antonio and embraced her.

“It’s good to see you Maria,” I said as I held her. “Come, I’ll give you a lift back to wherever you are staying so you don’t get anymore soaked by this cursed weather.”

We climbed into the back of my car with Mario as Antonio and my driver climbed into the front. As we drove away from the cemetery I looked at what she was wearing. She had what was clearly an expensive black fur coat on over an equally expensive black dress. It was fitted perfectly and accentuated all her curves. Her neck was adorned with a pearl necklace that matched the two pearls in her ears. My eyes went lower and passed her knees to find a pair of black tights that ran down to her black stilettos. I tilted my head ever so slightly and saw red soles along the base of them. Louboutins. Of course I expected no less of Maria. She had been my girlfriend 10 years ago but we had broken up and I had barely seen her since. My father had taken a shine to her during our brief relationship and, after learning she was obsessed with fashion and journalism, had used his contacts to land her a job in Los Angeles at a large fashion magazine. Last I had heard she was a junior editor and making a lot of money. I was happy for her.

“So where are you staying?” I asked her, breaking the silence.

“Oh just in a hotel in Manhattan,” she said, her olive skin blushing.

I knew there was something she wasn’t telling and the blushing made me think it was something to do with the price of the hotel. Maria had grown up poor and had been raised by her mother in a small one bedroom apartment. Her humble origins had translated to her later life it seemed.

“Which one?” I asked as I turned to face her. She went a deeper shade of red.

“The Plaza.”

“Oh, very fancy,” I laughed. Despite the sombre occasion Maria had always had a good effect on me. “You’ve obviously been doing well for yourself out in California.”

“Oh you know,” she replied, still blushing, “ better than some.”

We talked for the next 3o minutes as the car made its way to her hotel.

“Do you want to come up for a while before you leave?” she asked as we arrived at the pavement outside her hotel.

“Gee I don’t know,” I replied laughing, “Do you think it’s safe Antonio? Or is thus beautiful lady leading me to a trap?”

Antonio let out a laugh as he slid out of the car and held the door for us.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine Luca,” he replied, “Just call us when you need collected.”

“Will do,” I said as I jogged after Maria to get out of the rain.

When we reach the entrance the doorman had the doors open for us. I slipped a ten dollar note into his jacket pocket as I followed Maria to the lifts.

She had taken her coat off and had it over her arm. This allowed me to take in just how good her body looked in her dress.

“Holy shit,” I muttered as my gaze followed her. The dress was even better now. Her hips swayed to and fro as she walked forward and her ass looked like something out of a dream as the wet fabric stuck to her. She entered to the lift and turned to face me, providing a great view of her chest. Despite the fact her dress reached her neck, I could still make out her marvellous D cup breasts as they strained against the fabric of her dress.

She cleared her throat and broke my reverie.

“Sorry,” I laughed. “It’s not everyday you see a woman so good looking.”

“Oh is that right?,” she asked with one of her eye brows raised. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

We arrived at her suite and she announced that she was going to change out of her wet clothes. I walked over to the windows as she entered her room and closed the doors. Despite the bad weather the view was outstanding and I was just starting to explore the skyline of Midtown Manhattan when I heard a noise behind me.

“I know that view is good, but does it beat this one?”

I turned to see Maria standing there in and outfit that immediately made my cock swell.

She still had the heels and pearls on but the dress was gone. In it’s place she wore a sheer, black, lace bra with matching pants. She beckoned me closer with her immaculately manicured finger. I almost tripped as i Moved to the door and I raised my hands to grab her waist. However, I found myself stop just inches from her by her hand on my neck. She shook her head and laughed.

“Ah ah, not so quick, you’ve got to work for this.”

She pushed me against the door and reached her other hand down to undo my best and trousers. Next her hand slowly slid down to the base of my cock and she wrapped her hands around it. She leaned in close and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m going to enjoy this. You however, maybe not.” Her hand slid down to my balls and squeezed them hard.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

She turned and lead me into her bedroom by the balls. I looked down and almost died. Her pants were just two lines of material down the middle of each ass cheek at the back and her ass was completely exposed at the back. From between her cheeks I saw a small purple jewel and my cock twitched.

She turned to look at me and caught my view.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked as she pushed me down onto my back on the floor.

“Mhmm,” she moaned. “Now shut up and eat my pussy.”

Before i could react she had dropped her pants and dropped down into my face. I knee either side of my head. She sat right back so that my face was buried in her pussy and started to grind on me.

“Good boy,” she moaned as her hands ran down my body. I felt her peel down my boxers and the next thing I knew my whole cock was engulfed by something warm and wet. I almost came when I realised she had just taken all 9 inches into her throat straight away but i managed to keep eating. Her head and hands started to work my dick and I felt my balls filling already. Then, just as soon as she started it stopped .

“You thought you were gunna get off that easy?” she asked as she squeezed my balls again. “Uh uh you’re gunna work for it.”

For the next 30 minutes Maria continued to grind on my face. Every so often she would work me up right to the edge and then stop. In this time she came all over my face 3 times, each time crushing my balls even more. After the third one she slowly stood and and bent over the bed.

“You Know what I want,” she said as she slid her plug out an place it on the bed.

I crawled over and spread her ass. I was admiring just how tight it was when I felt her heal slam into my balls.

“Fucking eat it Luca or I’ll make you my bitch.”

I didn’t need a second invitation and dived forward. She came almost straight away. Again it took three orgasms and many edging foomtjobs before she stopped.

“Okay honey, I think you’ve earned a little pleasure.”

She led my by my cock over to the floor to ceiling windows and pushed pressed herself against them with her ass pushed out to me.

“Fill my ass Luca. I don’t want to be able to walk in the morning,” she purred as she spread her ass for me.

I lined up my cock with her ass and pushed forward. She immediately started moaning and was wanting my the time I bottomed out inside her. Her hand reached down and played with my balls.

“Now plough me,” she groaned as she slapped my balls as hard as she could.

I grabbed her hips and started pounding her. 20 minutes and two screaming orgasms later and my balls were ready to erupt.

“I’m about to cum,” I moaned.

She pushed me off and dropped to her knees. She wrapped her hand round my cock and started pumping furiously.

“Holy fuck I’m cumming,” I gasped. But then i felt a tightness in my balls and looked down to see her smiling. Her hand was wrapped tight round my cock and her other was squeezing my balls.

She laughed as I squirmed.

“You didn’t work baby so I ruined your pathetic little orgasm.”

She looked me in the eye and let go as my cum squirted out onto her breasts. I groaned.

“I forgot how much of a little bitch you are Maria,” I said as my head rested against the window. “An hour and a half and no release.”

“And I forgot how easy you were,” she giggled whilst toying with my cock. “Now go and wait outside while I get cleaned up. You’re taking me out for dinner.”

I went and sat outside on one of the chairs.

“Shit, I bet Antonio is worried fucking sick.”

I slid my phone out of my pocket and turned it on.

11 Missed Calls.
32 Messages from 2 minutes ago.
Last message.

“Luca where the fuck are you?? I’m coming up to get you. The shit just hit the fan” – A

“What the-“

The door burst open and I sprang up to see Mario and Antonio burst in with their weapons drawn.

“Holy fuck Luca. While you’ve been up here doing the business on some broad, Bianchi’s men have been doing the business on your bookies. We need to fucking go right now. This is fucking war.’

“Fuck!” I shouted as i started to pull my clothes on. “That fucking son of a bitch is dead!”

I hurriedly scribbled a note to Maria and rushed out the door. AS we reached the ground floor I got a call from Claudio.

“Luca, bad news.”

I stopped dead in my tracks as he relayed what he knew to me. When he finished my phone fell from my hands and I dropped to my knees.

“Luca? Luca are you there?”

Shit had definitely hit the fan.

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