Isabella Saviano: A Mafia Wife
The raven-haired Italian woman stepped out of the pool naked just as the SUV approached the gated compound. Isabella always stuck with her Saturday morning routine, even during impromptu visits from her husband's associates.
She liked flaunting herself to the bodyguards around the pool. It was her way of showing power to the men that guarded her at all times. They could look. But they could never touch. Their eyes could peer, but never show excitement.
Water dripped from her bare body. She pulled her wet hair back when the men from the SUV approached the pool. Water dripped from the tips of her brown nipples, too. She knew that the men, two of whom held bags full of electronic equipment, would try not to be distracted.
"Good morning, Mrs. Saviano," the lead man said, eyeing her naked body. "Sorry to bother you, but we can never be too careful before the boss's meeting. You know how it is."
Isabella wiped the water from her eyes. "Is this necessary? Or did you come here for a show?"
"A tip from a good friend says we need more precautions. We'll be out of your hair before those flawless tits can dry."
She stood there smiling with her hands on her hips, proudly showing off her assets to all the men in the pool area.
Two of the men opened their bags and used their counter-surveillance equipment to do a quick scan of the bodyguards and the immediate premises.
"I'm sure you won't need that with me," she said sarcastically, knowing it was pointless to scan a stark naked woman.
The man grinned. "Not a chance. Mind if we check inside your home?"
"Go ahead. But we've got our own security people who check for bugs or whatever. Everything's clean."
"Better to be safe, Mrs. Saviano. Anyone inside?"
"Only the usual," Isabella replied. "Some other bodyguards, housekeepers, and I have two wonderful massage therapists waiting for me. If you're lucky, you might get a handjob."
She giggled, knowing the man would never accept the offer. She was right. He was unfazed.
"We'll be fast."
The lead man snapped his fingers and the men took their electronic equipment inside the lavish mansion.
The men were busy for about an hour. They left while she was enjoying an espresso outside on the patio. Having soaked up enough sun, she put on a silk robe before going upstairs for her massage.
Her bedroom had a massage table already arranged for her. She loved being late and making her 'servants' wait, just to see if they'd be angry enough to voice their frustration. As expected, the two massage therapists in their perfect white uniforms stood at attention when she entered the room.
Isabella had grown accustomed to the services of a 36-year old Asian woman named Ling. This massage therapist truly was the trifecta; sexy, loyal, and her oral abilities matched the pleasure she gave with her hands.
The other masseuse was Ling's apprentice, who was a 34-year old, red-haired woman named Molly. This relationship was just two months old as Molly had only recently obtained a massage license. So far, this newbie hadn't sucked a cock or licked a pussy, but Isabella knew that would change in time.
Isabella let her robe fall to the floor and stood naked in the center of the room. Flaunting her body was something she'd never get tired of. She also loved having the freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted, whenever she wanted. And she loved the attention every time she did something ostentatious.
She lay face down on the massage table while the tranquil sounds of water running over pebbles came from the sound system. Ling immediately got to work on her shoulder, backside, and the back of her thighs and legs.
After about 15 minutes, she turned onto her back for her full-frontal massage. The massage was thorough enough to include her breasts and her inner thighs. She loved massages that relaxed her muscles and gave her sexual satisfaction too.
When the women finished, she slowly sat upright on the massage table, breasts forward, and wondered what her next pleasure should be.
"Ling, be a good girl and eat my pussy," Isabella ordered with ease.
Parting her legs, Isabella watched Ling get on her knees to lick and suck. There was no hesitation, no second thought. It was straight to business, as if it were part of the massage itself.
Isabella turned to Molly. "Come stand over here. I want to talk to you."
She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the red-haired woman who sported a cute ponytail. As the red-head was standing before her, neither of them said a word. They simply looked at each other and Isabella liked the fact that she had intimidated this woman. Yet she was getting a strange feeling.
"You're a little mystery to me," Isabella said, as she savored the tongue in her pussy.
"Why is that?" Molly replied, showing courage by looking the powerful woman in the eyes.
"You exude an alluring sexual energy. I can feel it. And that red hair of yours. My god. You're an angel."
Isabella reached out and ran her fingers through Molly's red ponytail, twirling the end around her fingers. The massage therapist's apprentice didn't flinch. Who would, in that position? Refusing a woman like Isabella in her own home wasn't the way to do business.
Molly gave a polite smile. "Thank you. I'd say you look... erm... pretty sexual yourself."
"Ha!" Isabella laughed. "Ling has many talents, from massages to licking cunts. So excuse me if I'm a bit wound up right now."
"I understand."
"When are you going to eat my pussy, Molly?" Isabella asked bluntly. "Your employer has been doing this to me for a while. When will you have a turn?"
Molly smiled shyly. "You wouldn't want that from me. I'm sure you have so many experienced women to choose from."
"But you have such beautiful lips. So lush. So plump. Those lips and your red hair are a match made in heaven."
"That's very sweet. You have beautiful features as well."
"My husband would love you," Isabella said with a wicked grin.
"I'd be happy to give your husband a massage."
"You know that's not what I'm talking about."
Molly nodded. "I sort of get the hint."
"I bet you give the best blowjobs," Isabella said with a smirk. "Your lips are amazing, there's no way you're not excellent at giving head."
"Ah, well, I tend to get good reviews," Molly said cheekily.
"I'm hosting a pool party in a few hours. You two should make yourselves comfortable and stick around for a while. When my guests arrive, you can provide your services. I'll pay you $5,000 each. I know Ling will agree with that. Won't you, Ling?"
'Hmmmmm,' the Asian woman purred, still hard at work tonguing the mafia wife's pussy.
A tremble flowed through Isabella from the pussy-licking, and her tone made it clear that the financial offer was for more than just simple massages. Any reasonable adult could understand that because no one pays $5,000 for massages.
"Will there... umm... be a lot of clients?" Molly asked clumsily.
"My husband, his friends, and my girlfriends. I guess, about 20 people in all, including staff. Some of them want massages. So hang around. You don't have a choice."
Eventually, Molly nodded. "Okay, sure, that sounds fun. Thanks for inviting me."
"Any time."
It briefly crossed Isabella's mind to excuse Molly from the room during the orgasm, but why deny herself the thrill? Instead, she locked eyes with the red-haired young woman as the orgasm flooded through her. She may have even cum harder because of her audience of one.
Detective Molly MacKenzie: Undercover Agent
The clock was ticking and Detective MacKenzie was on the verge of a career-making meeting with the heads of the crime syndicate. Unfortunately, she had to flush her micro-transmitters down the toilet because of the unexpected sweep by the security men. That means nothing will be recorded.
That was unfortunate indeed, but her mind swirled with the possibilities that she'd make new connections and have 'clients' who will - unknowingly - reveal more of the syndicate's secrets in the future.
"What usually happens at these parties?" Molly discreetly asked the Asian woman, as they prepped towels for more massage sessions.
For the moment, they were alone on the top floor of the mansion. If there was one thing Molly knew, it was how to squeeze someone for all they were worth. Ling had been busted for possession of narcotics and giving handjobs to patrons, which, unofficially, made her police property until all the evidence against her has been sealed.
Ling gave a slow smile. "When will you be done with me? It's putting a strain on my business to have to follow you around."
"Soon, I hope. Tell me about the party."
"It'll be exactly the kind of party you'd expect these people to have. Men making stupid jokes. Housewives talking about reality tv and designer clothes. I'm usually busy giving massages and I'm always expected to suck a few cocks. Maybe I'll have to go down on one or two of the women."
The ease with which a working woman could discuss giving out sexual favors was something Molly was used to, having spent years in the Vice department.
But this case was different from anything in her law enforcement career. Her transmitter was gone. Only a few people knew about this secretive assignment. No matter what would happen at the party, there'd be no backup. No one to save her. She was truly on her own.
"Do you think they'll force me to do anything?" Molly asked, trying to hide her nerves.
Ling gave a sly, satisfied smile, "Probably not force. These women -- these bitches -- never force a woman. But they have a way of getting what they want. It turns them on to make working class women like us become their sex toys. Who knows, you might like it."
"I expect you to cover me."
"If there's a cock that's hard, it's my job to suck it, right?"
"Should be easy for you," Molly said flippantly, while preparing the last towel. "Anyway, if everything goes well today, you might be done. We won't need you anymore."
"I'd appreciate that."
"You've been a great help to the department."
Suddenly, they heard two vehicles approaching outside. The party was starting soon and the detective felt a pang of nervousness.
"I recommend touching up your hair and makeup," Ling suggested. "If you want any of these mob people to hire you for home appointments, then you'd better look good. That's what they're paying for."
"That makes sense. Thanks."
The detective grabbed her handbag and went down the hall.
"Bitch," Ling muttered softly as Molly disappeared into the guest bathroom.
Molly's red hair was glistening under the afternoon sun and the arriving guests were simply enamored by the sight of her. The men flirted with her. She flirted back. Even in her plain all-white uniform, she made a strong impression.
As she shook hands with the guests, the detective in her knew exactly who each of these men were. As nerve-wracking as it was to be so close to people who wouldn't hesitate to get rid of her (if they knew she was an agent) she found herself excited by the prospect of finally cracking this case.
If she performed her part well, it would only be a matter of time before any of them would want private meetings with her. Then they'd be hers.
She stood poolside under the canopy with Ling where the massage tables were set up. The men dressed casually for the weather. Most were in tshirts and swimming trunks. The men were sitting together near one side of the pool.
The wives wore sexy sheer sarongs and kaftans over their bikinis, and were lounging on the other side of the pool. The air was filled with the aroma of the meat on the grill. And, of course, there were bodyguards all over to make sure everyone was safe.
It wasn't long before a man came over to the canopy, having finished a glass of wine and wanted a massage. They flirted a bit. When he took off his shirt and laid down on his stomach on the massage table, they both treated him to an oiled back massage. She knew who he was, of course, but ignored his mafia status and focused on making sure that he would come back for more.
"Molly! Molly! Come join us," Isabella hollered from a short distance away.
She looked over and saw the group of wives who were all in their late 30's and 40's. They sipped their cocktails while sitting by the pool together. It looked like they were all having a good time and the air around them was bubbly with mischief.
"Excuse me, sir," Molly said, patting the man's back. "Ling will take care of the rest."
"Your hands are amazing, sweety. Can we do this again sometime?"
Molly gave him a pat on the butt. "Sure, give me your number later and we'll book an appointment."
She washed her hands and headed towards the giggling women. She stood before them with her hands clasped before her like a good employee waiting for her next instruction.
"Yes?" Molly asked them politely. "How may I be of service?"
Isabella lifted an eyebrow and sipped the cocktail. "I was just telling these ladies about those beautiful lips of yours. The shape, the curve, how your lipstick matches your fiery red hair. Ladies, isn't she magical?"
The group of Italian wives all agreed that Molly was something special. As if this were an appraisal of sorts. Molly simply stood there and smiled, accepting all of their compliments. Her fears about being used sexually had faded as the mobsters were with their wives. Surely they wouldn't try anything with them around.
"We were just talking about the massage service," Isabella said, taking another sip of her cocktail. "You and Ling are a dynamo team. These ladies may require your services before the day is over."
"It's what we're here for; to be at your service."
"Are you?"
"Absolutely. We believe in quality customer service."
"I meant, are you really at our service?" Isabella asked with an eyebrow raised. "Because that sounds nice. Isn't that right, ladies?"
The group of spoiled and pampered women expressed their approval with mischievous expression in their eyes. Were all these women as brazen about sex as Isabella was? Molly wondered. But there were so many people around the area that the idea that anything sexual would happen seemed absurd. Would they take her upstairs to a bedroom and make her eat pussy the way Ling had earlier?
"We can always work something out," Molly said with a fake smile, that looked better than the real thing.
"Speaking of working things out, it looks like your mentor, Ling, is keeping busy over there."
The women giggled and Molly turned to look. Ling was still tending to the man on the massage table, who was now on his back with his hard cock standing at attention. Molly couldn't believe what she was seeing. Ling was sucking and stroking the man's cock in full view of everyone else. While the group of talking and laughing men were indifferent to the sight of a cock sucking masseuse, the wives were very much enjoying the show.
"Oh..." Molly's voice trailed away as she stared at the casual oral sex that was happening.
"What's the matter?" Isabella teased. "You act like you've never seen a blowjob before."
Molly snapped out of it. "Never in public."
"Squeamish?"
"Not a chance."
If she revealed just how unsettled she was by the scene, she may never be invited back here again. That could not happen. She had already gathered a treasure trove of valuable intel, but she still needed tangible evidence to build a legal case fit for prosecution. She wasn't going to miss her opportunity.
"You know, I can't help but wonder how your lips would do," Isabella teased. "Those lush lips are a gift. Don't be shy about using them."
"Maybe when the time is right," Molly replied shyly.
An older woman named Gianna chimed in, "Those lips do look great, but those hands of yours? So soft, yet I can tell you're strong. They'd feel good on my shoulders and neck."
"Would you like a turn?" Molly asked with a smile, hopeful for an easy exit from this increasingly uncomfortable conversation.
"Give me a good massage. All I need is 15 minutes."
The woman pulled off her top to reveal a middle-aged and plump body in a skimpy bikini. Reaching back, Gianna undid her bikini top and removed it, exposing large breasts that hung down and big brown protruding nipples. And then, completely unashamed and at ease, the woman walked over to the massage table next to where Ling was still sucking a dick.
Molly politely excused herself and followed the topless woman.
Lunch was served as Molly was massaging the woman. Right next to her, Ling had moved on to the next man who needed relief in all forms. All Molly could think about was that it would only be a matter of time before anyone would make a move on her. Soon she'd be asked for obedience.
No one in the department knew that Molly MacKenzie had a huge fetish for sucking cock. If her seniors knew about it, they'd have never put her on this assignment. But the fact remained that a woman with her appearance and her ability for deep cover was exactly what the police department needed, especially since the mafia's power and reach had only expanded in recent years.
"That's enough," Gianna groaned and slowly began to sit up. "I'm starving. I need lunch."
By that time, the guests of around 20 people were eating around the pool in different spots. The men and women were intermingled. Some ate at the table. Some sat on the lounge chairs. Some of those who had already finished sat beside the pool with their feet dangling in the water.
"I hope you enjoyed that," Molly said. "I do house calls if you're ever interested in anything for you or your husband."
Gianna was unmoved by the offer, sitting upright and doing light stretches, causing those large breasts to jiggle and her dark nipples to harden.
"Sounds good. I'll think about it. Your hands are better than Ling's."
"Thank you," Molly said. "She's taught me well."
"Do you suck as good as Ling? She's quite the oralist. Are you?"
Molly turned her head and stole a glance at Ling, who was sucking the man's cock and bobbing her head up and down quickly, eliciting a series of moans. When Ling's mouth was filling with cum, the man was whimpering, and Molly turned her head away.
"I am," Molly said, with her lips pursed and her pussy tightening. "But I do that on my own time."
"Have you sucked anyone here?"
"No, I haven't. I'm a masseuse. I give massages."
"Too bad," Gianna shrugged. "If you were a business woman, you'd service all the men here, especially the bodyguards who aren't accustomed to women with a face like yours. I'm sure they'd pay extra for lips like yours."
Gianna stood up, still topless, and walked to her lounger to put on her bikini top and sarong. Then she headed for the buffet to grab some lunch.
With nothing else to do, Molly stood awkwardly and aroused while Ling finished the blowjob beside her, sending the man away in a jubilant mood. Molly darted her eyes away when it was over, reminding herself that she was here on duty. She needed to stay focused on listening and observing as much as possible.
"Molly, come here again," Isabella called.
This time, Isabella was sitting beside the pool with her feet in the water with a small group of husbands and their wives, getting nice and cozy.
Molly approached the group, hoping she'd get another massage assignment. But based on the excitement in the air and the sense that none of them wanted to leave their spot, she knew they had something else in mind.
"Molly, meet my husband, Tony," Isabella said, gesturing towards a much older man next to her.
The man appeared to be in his mid-40's. He was shirtless and in his swimming trunks. His feet were dangling in the water. Tony immediately bombarded her with compliments on her appearance. He was extremely flirtatious and didn't seem to care that everyone, including his wife, could hear him.
"Pleasure to meet you too," Molly said, blushing.
"Those are the lips I've been telling you about," Isabella said. "Dreamy, aren't they?"
Before, Molly's lips had only been gushed over by the wives. Now they were being admired by the husbands too. And all the men behaved like they had permission to lust after the beautiful redhead.
"What's your secret?" Tony asked. "Did you have work done? Be honest. Who's your plastic surgeon?"
Molly flashed her million dollar smile. "I'm very happy to report that these lips are all natural."
"Prove it," Isabella said with a grin, as if entering the final phase in a plan she had devised. "Natural lips look and feel a certain way. Especially around a guy's dick."
The mobsters laughed and were clearly keen for a demonstration.
Molly turned to look at Ling over by the massage table. Ling was alone and was watching this unfold. She was still wiping the cum from around her mouth with a wet towel. There was no doubt that Ling was thoroughly amused by Molly's predicament.
There'd be no help there.
All eyes were now focused on Molly. All other conversation had ceased. Standing before the group of mafia men, she was overcome by a sensation she had never felt before. These people would have her head if they knew who she really was. But they didn't know. And so they looked at her with wondrous eyes, as if she were a famous actress on Broadway about to perform a major scene.
"I know what you're asking," Molly said, thinking fast. "The truth is, I'm a little shy. I give massages. That's my job. But I'm glad you think I'm beautiful."
"Too shy to deepthroat anyone?"
And there it was uttered. The magic word. 'Deepthroat.' Molly's panties were soaking wet. They always were whenever there was any mention of anything oral sex related. And this was no exception.
"Well, I am the Deepthroat Queen," Molly joked. "But that's only if a guy buys me dinner first."
"Everyone here knows that I hold the Deepthroat title," a woman named Libby said with a laugh, cuddling up to her husband who Molly recognized as a mob enforcer.
Carmella, another wife, chimed in. "Oh yeah? Anyone want to bet?"
With relative ease, Carmella removed her bikini top and stepped into the pool. She approached her husband who was sitting on the edge of the pool and unceremoniously pulled down his swimming trunks. Cock freed, Carmella went to work, giving her man a blowjob, turning the flaccid penis erect in an instant.
All attention turned towards the cock sucking scene. The women snuggled closer to their husbands as Carmella went to work, sucking and bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster.
"Now let's see you deepthroat," Isabella encouraged her friend. "That's the sign of a true cocksucker."
Accepting the challenge, Carmella pulled her hair back, closed her eyes, and went all the way, taking the solid 7 inch cock down her throat, holding it there for several seconds.
The undercover agent stood frozen while watching. She had read surveillance reports of these sorts of sexual exploits happening, but had genuinely thought they were either exaggerations or lascivious rumors. Now here she was, watching a mafia captain getting blown by his wife in front of his cohorts.
Isabella looked thrilled by the sight. "Well done. Now let's see who's the real Deepthroat Queen. Any takers?"
"What does the winner get?" an airheaded woman named Althea asked.
"A new Bentley."
With any other group, that would have been a joke. But Isabella was the wife of an extremely rich man. A man who made a fortune laundering money and facilitating the drug trade in the state. To them, as amusing as the offer was, it was also a serious offer nonetheless.
"Oohh, how fun," a woman named Marcy squealed.
Kimberly tugged on her husband's arm. "I want it painted red."
The women didn't have a problem fishing out their husband's cocks. The men seemed proud of what they had to offer. Some of the cock sucking took place while men laid on the lounge chairs by the pool. The rest of the action took place when the men removed their swimming trunks and sat on the edge of the pool right next to each other, so that their wives could get in the water to give pleasure.
At the end of the poolside row, Isabella took off her clothes to get naked in the water for the second time that day. She positioned herself in front of her husband and prepared to suck his massive cock.
"Hold my hair," Isabella ordered. "It's the least you can do, for now."
Molly breathed a sigh of relief. She knelt down on the concrete and reached over to hold Isabella's dark hair, who started giving a blowjob. She was thrilled she didn't have to perform any sex acts, but she was also extremely aroused by what she was witnessing.
The row of wives in the pool was like a symphony of sex, and Isabella was the conductor. All of their heads bobbed. They took it deep. Bodyguards kept a watchful eye on things and Molly didn't even bother to see what Ling was up to.
What was especially arousing was watching Isabella, the extremely rude and princess-like hostess and lady of the mansion, sucking a cock with such passion. This woman was a pain in everyone's ass, but now it seemed like her submissive side was coming out. Those lips wrapped tightly around her husband's hard shaft, while she sucked and slurped like a good little whore.
Molly held on to Isabella's hair as the oral action continued, knowing full well that she'd masturbate to an ingrained memory of this later. It was by far the most sensational thing she had ever seen in her life. And as a detective, that said a lot.
The blowjob drew to an end and Isabella locked her eyes with Molly. She pulled her mouth away letting a trail of saliva dangle from her husband's manhood.
"Who's winning so far?" Isabella asked with a competitive spirit, while her lips were wet.
"You are, of course."
"Maybe you can take the lead. You can even win the Bentley if you're as good as you look. Get in the pool. I've gotta see this."
It was like Molly's breath was swept away. The submissive and almost sweet and playful version of Isabella was gone. What returned was the stone cold bitch who took pleasure in tormenting people. There was an intensity in those eyes that made clear that 'no' was not an option.
"How should I proceed?" Molly gulped, knowing she was trapped.
"Take off that silly outfit. Get in the pool. Start sucking."
The mob wife wiggled her husband's erection in her hand.
Molly gulped again, this time it was harder to swallow. "You want me to give your husband a blowjob?"
"Are you refusing?" Isabella challenged with piercing eyes.
Molly knew she was on a razor's edge. Any misstep and she'd be fired. And if she was fired by Isabella, this undercover operation would effectively be over. Several months of hard work would be down the drain.
No, she couldn't let that happen. Her sense of duty was too strong. Her commitment was unshakable. She was an unstoppable woman, and with her hormones on high alert, she had never been so fucking aroused in her entire life.
She had to do this. And no one would know. This would never be reported in any of the case files. None of her superiors would be told about this.
First, Molly stepped out of her shoes and socks, standing barefoot on the hot concrete. Then she removed her white top, then her white pants, leaving her outfit as a pile on the floor. Men turned their heads to watch her undress. Women, some still with cocks in their mouths, kept an eye on the show too.
Reaching back, she unclipped her bra to get topless. Her body was bright white and her supple breasts had rosy pink nipples which were erect. She quickly removed her panties. Her pussy was cleanly shaven.
Finishing things, she undid her ponytail and let her second best feature hang free; with her plump lips being the main attraction, of course. Her long red hair was like a magnet. The guests could not tear their eyes away from her.
Once she was naked, she got into the pool immediately. It was embarrassing to be seen like this, especially given her state of arousal. She had never been naked in front of so many people before, nor did she think she'd ever have to.
She stood beside Isabella in the pool. The water was warm.
Isabella wiggled her husband's cock again. "Suck it. Show me what you really are."
It was clear that the mob wife was implying that she was nothing more than a 'cocksucker.' But what Molly was thinking was, 'Actually, I'm Detective MacKenzie, and your fucking asses will be under arrest, you worthless bitch.'
Reality quickly sunk in. Speaking those words would be the death of her, as armed bodyguards kept their eyes around the perimeter. Molly knew her place at the moment. And at that moment, if she wished to complete this dangerous mission, then she was indeed nothing but a 'cocksucker.'
As Isabella was still holding the shaft, Molly got between the man's legs and bent her head down to suck his dick. With a real mouthful, Molly felt her pussy twitch so hard. She gave several sucks, then she spit the dick out to do what she normally does to start things off. She started kissing the wet tip, then licked up and down the shaft before sucking on the balls for nearly a minute. Then she took her attention back to the shaft.
Through it all, Molly was fully aware that she was tasting and devouring Isabella's hot saliva from the husband's cock. She couldn't bring herself to look at the mob wife, who still held onto the shaft like it was a prized possession, but she was certain that seeing this unfold had put Isabella in a state of ecstasy.
The detective in Molly also never lost sight of the fact that the man in her mouth was her true target. Her head bobbed up and down, and she thought about the crimes this man had committed. She sucked on the shaft, thinking how difficult it had been to get inside the inner-circle of this mafia family. She had done what many law enforcement agents thought was impossible, first by using her hands for massages, now by using her mouth to give satisfaction.
She pushed those unnecessary thoughts out of her mind and deepthroated the cock. Not to win any sort of prize, but to get this over with. She knew that for a deviant woman like Isabella, only a mouthful of cum would suffice at the end of this degrading game. So she might as well get this over with.
But Isabella had other ideas...
"I like how you handle my husband's cock," Isabella said sweetly, rubbing Molly's shoulder ever so tenderly. "But let's see how your beautiful lips work on other cocks. You know, like test-driving a new car."
Molly let the cock slip out of her mouth. "Isn't this enough? I can suck your husband even harder, if that's what you want to see."
"There's always more," Isabella said, snapping her fingers so that the mob wives would stop their sucking. "Ladies, move aside. I want to see what Ms. Beautiful Lips can do with her prize asset."
The look in Isabella's eyes was nearly sadistic, as the other wives with wet mouths stepped away from their husbands. The wives seemed amused. They appeared happy to see the new massage therapist get initiated into their sexual circle. Or maybe it was just sadism on their part? Maybe they were glad that another woman was getting sexually degraded.
Whatever the case, there was a row of erect penises that needed prompt attention, judging by how much they swelled. All covered in fresh, warm saliva. All from men she had studied extensively in various case files and police briefings. All waiting to feel her lush lips. She wanted to bring them all down and send them to prison. But first, ironically enough, she'd have to walk through fire.
Molly went to the next cock and started sucking. She didn't say a word. She didn't even look the man in the eyes. She just sucked the cock and swallowed another woman's saliva. Her head bobbed like a pro and she took it deep into her throat. She used her lips to full effect.
"Yep, just as I thought," Isabella said like a scientific researcher. "Those lips are world class. You're a natural born cocksucker. Maybe you should have been a porn star instead of a massage therapist. You'd be a lot richer."
Molly ignored those hurtful words and kept on sucking, all the while thinking, 'No, I'm a police woman. A detective. I always will be.'
The man grunted into her mouth as she sucked, stroked, and deepthroated as was expected of her. Spit bubbles formed around her mouth from the intensity of her suction. Molly was told to keep going, and soon, those spit bubbles were replaced by the distinctive taste of male cum, which she allowed to shoot down her throat and accumulate on her tongue.
As the poolside audience observed the completion of the beautifully executed sex act, Detective MacKenzie had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. She had never felt so alive and aroused either.
By the time the party was over, Molly MacKenzie had deepthroated all the cocks that had been offered to her. She had eaten all of their cum too, of course, because that's what good girls do. It was a daunting task, like something out of a hardcore oral gangbang porn, but as it turned out, she had a talent for entertaining that many people.
She moaned throughout each of the blowjobs, which took about an hour total and her enjoyment of giving oral sex helped the time pass by. By the end of the ordeal, her jaw was sore and her tongue felt exhausted.
The feeling of cum hitting the back of her throat was almost like having your g-spot hit. Her lips, mouth, and throat had always been a unique erogenous zone. The feeling was so strong that it made her orgasm several times. Luckily she managed to conceal her orgasms, squirming hips, and clenched toes in the water.
Once she finished all the men, she stayed in the pool to collect her thoughts and to push past the shame of what she had just done. She had become a new woman. There was no way around that.
"I think we have a winner," Isabella beamed, while rubbing Molly's striking red hair in the water. "You truly are the Deepthroat Queen. And I've never seen a woman so enthralled by sucking dick and eating cum."
Molly hung her head down and licked her lips. "To be honest, it's a huge fetish of mine. I love sucking cock. Do you want more honesty?"
"Yes, of course, my dear."
"I gladly did it because I want to keep working here," Molly said, locking eyes with the mafia wife. "I want more appointments with you. And I want more appointments with your friends, even if it means I have to keep sucking."
Isabella's eyes lit up. "Ah, a true business woman. Ask, and you shall receive, my red-headed plaything with beautiful lips."
They faced each other and Molly knew what would happen when the wife came nearer. Their nipples touched in the water and Molly accepted a mouth kiss that Isabella offered. The cum-tainted tongue kiss was the last show of the day, the grand finale.
The End
