Chapter 5
Ralph Decker sat at the kitchen table alternately rubbing his face with his hands and contemplating the sugar bowl. A splash of golden sunlight played over the checkered table cloth in a blinding rage of yellow. He'd been up late the night before, and a pint of Jim Beam still rumbled in his stomach. He winced behind his first painful sip of steaming black coffee.
"What time did your sister get in last night, honey?"
Sara was cutting strips of bacon for her two year old. "I went to sleep early, Daddy. I thought you waited up for her."
"I-I fell asleep around one thirty... where's your mother?"
"Gosh, I think she's on the phone, Daddy." Beautifically, Sara smiled down at her two year old Heidi, a blonde blue eyed darling... a picture of herself.
"Irma! Get in here!" He turned to his eldest daughter. "Honey, see if there's some whiskey in the cupboard. I gotta get this caffeine in me somehow... Irma! Goddamn, I want to talk to you!"
"Daddy, please don't talk so loud. It's hard on Heidi's nerves."
Ralph Decker winced at another acrid sip of his hot coffee, intently watching his daughter yank open the cupboard and reach to the back. He'd long since given up any guilt feelings about appreciating his daughter's lissome body now that she was a married woman with a baby. His eyes lingered over the rim of his coffee cup at her tightly cupped buttocks smooth beneath her fashionably snug Levi's. A dribble of coffee spotted the tablecloth from his jittery grip on the cup.
"I don't know who she's... oh, Daddy... this bottle is almost empty!" Sara's blue eyes scowled at the amber trickle left in the bottom. "Daddy... you never used to... " She tutted and shook her blonde head, smiling sympathetically at her father.
He hushed her quiet and poured the last dregs of the liquor into his cup. "IRMA!" Then to his daughter. "Your baby sister didn't feel like coming home last night." Then he took a long, refreshing pull at his coffee, his eyes raising to the kitchen clock. Damn, I've got to get my ass down to the pawn shop and dicker with that stingy Jew... to pay back that bastard Tucker!
Ashen faced and wild-eyed, Irma Decker appeared in the doorway.
"Mama! What's the matter? Did... did something happen to Tanya?
Ralph Decker's shoulders drooped from the weight of his multiple burdens. His pockets drooped, too, from the weight of his wife's heirloom jewelry clinking in his pocket. He entered the pawn shop just as it was opening.
"Good morning... can I help you?" A bent-over little man with a German accent welcomed him in.
"I'd like to know how much I can get for these." Tremorously, Ralph dug into his pocket and clinked down on the glass counter top Irma's grandmother's ruby broach and an emerald ring studded with diamonds. He'd had a difficult time finding them last night, hidden as they were in Irma's father's antique safety box.
The pawn broker's eyes lit up like beacons and hunching over he carefully picked up the broach . and put it to his eye piece, little grunts of approval coming from his caved-in chest.
"Very nice, very nice... " Setting down the broach he studied the emerald then. The same placid expression gave no hint as to what was going on in this wily man's head... except for the faint ripple of muscles along the jaw line. "HI give you one thousand for the two of them."
Ralph's face pinched in disappointment. "Two thousand and not a cent less!" His hands started to shake and for an infinitesimal second, he felt lead weights around his ankles and stared at the algae muck of the bottom of the Bay. "Fifteen hundred... " Ralph let out a long, defeated sigh.
The little weasel of a man said nothing. He plucked a key from his chain, slipped behind the wire netting separating the counter from the hole of his office and came back with fifteen one hundred dollar bills which he counted three times before reluctantly handing them over the distraught customer.
I'll have to get damned lucky in a card game to buy these jewels back. I hope that bastard Tucker appreciates this!
The outdoor lights in the vacant tennis courts cast long fingers of shadows over the Tucker's vast grounds. At eight o'clock in the evening the lights were still burning in Simon's plush office. Simon Tucker eyed his number two bodyguard speculatively.
"She's lookin' mighty nice, Charlie." Jason, rubbing his thickening cock beneath his slacks, cleared his throat. "Her brother really was a monk, huh?"
"Yeah... She doesn't speak much English, boss... she just came over on the boat coupla years back when they emptied Viet Nam. She's a beauty all right. Hair down to her ass.
It's the French in her makes her such a piece of tail... "
"Send her in, Charlie."
Using the time Charlie was gone from the room, Simon unzipped his fly and brought his bloating cock out into the open. Truly enormous it was, and he was darned proud of it. He skinned the thick wealth of foreskin back and forth, enjoying the silken feel of its burgeoning girth. The tender, desire-inflamed slit in the tip opened slightly with his squeezing, and a thin trickle of pre-coital fluid oozed from it, dangling there like a single tear.
"Here she is, boss," said Charlie as he escorted a diminutive, shy, raven haired girl into the office. Her skin was golden, rich."
Breathtaking! An absolute oriental angel! "Come over here, my dear, so I can get a better look at you!" So damned innocent looking with chocolate brown eyes that could melt ice.
Exotic, really.
The frail, frightened girl teetered precariously on the unaccustomed height of her high heels. She reminded Tucker of a child playing grown-up. "Over here in front of my desk, Lotus, dear... and stand under the light."
Charlie closed the door softly behind her as Sam Wong's bride entered the room, then locked it. "Didn' I tell ya Wong was holdin' out on ya, boss?"
Simon, scrutinizing the lovely young girl swallowed tightly. The frightened young immigrant trembled before Tucker's piercing gaze. Sam had bought her a new dress for the occasionƒ_"a wraparound gauze number in a rich mauve color. It was sexy, but she felt Simon's eyesƒ_"cold black eyes-were looking right through it. And, what was he doing beneath his desk that made his arm jerk up and down like that?"
"Why don't you treat the little lady like a member of the family, Charlie?" leered Tucker.
"Let her know how women fit into the organization."
Stepping quickly behind her, Lotus' lecherous brother-in-law panted. "You want me to mess her up a bit?"
Simon nodded, his hand never ceasing its pumping.
Charlie grabbed Lotus' slender golden arm and forced in painfully behind her back. "On your knees, bitch! Show respect for the boss!"
"Owwwwwww!" she protested feebly. "Y-You hurt me!"
"Slap her face, Charlie. She didn't get permission to complain!"
In a swift motion, Charlie leapt before the cowering foreigner, jerking her head back by the hair with one hand, the other coming up to slap her face, returning with a tooth-jarring back hand. Deep inside, Charlie was a sadist. Since his first sexual experience at twelve he'd enjoyed forcing women to bend to his will, degrading them and humiliating them. Hell, the only reason he hadn't taken a belt to that little blonde bitch last night was because she was the boss' kid's property... and you didn't mess around with anything that belonged to the boss.
"No more, Charlie."
"Aw, boss." Reluctantly, Charlie stepped aside.
Lotus, her face beginning to puff from the beating, blinked her brown eyes fearfully at her new brother-in-law, wondering vaguely what strange American custom he was following.
Simon, rising, scratched his chin in thought.
The sadistic penchant in Tucker would have enjoyed seeing this raven haired, honey skinned lovely with hair tickling her ass bleed a little but with the Grand Jury appearance coming up, he couldn't afford to alienate any employees.
"What do you think of my penis, Lotus?"
Sam's frightened Viet Namese bride could only blink her astonishment at the size of her husband's boss' cock approaching her from around the desk. She blinked again. "It is big!"
she managed in broken English. Tucker was standing directly before her, his jutting cock inches from her angelic face. "Touch it, Lotus. Feel my prick."
Timidly, obediently, she encircled its enormous thickness with her tiny yellow fist, her fingers not quite meeting around it. Hopefully, she peeled the thickened covering of loose skin back down over its flushed red head, leaving it sleek and naked the way she'd done it for the American GI's in those heinous war years. She realized that resistance was futile...
a lesson well learned back then, too... and the only means to save herself was to charm her captor. After all, he had spared her from her brutal brother-in-law. "What... do you wish?" Lotus swallowed dryly, fear stricken.
"Lick it first, Lotus!"
Hesitating a moment to mentally say a prayer, the captive bride leaned forward holding his obscenely seeping cock by its pulsing base, and placed a lewd wet kiss on its bulbous tip with her lushly pursed red lips. The taste of him was slightly bitter and strong, but the man was clean, unlike those grungy GI's back then. The rubbery blood filled head glided smoothly over her lips as she opened her mouth to lap at it with her tiny pink tongue. She was no stranger to cock-sucking, but Sam was the only man she'd had intercourse with...
and only after marriage. These Americans had some strange but exciting customs, thought the bride.
"You'd better stop now, Lotus. I don't want to buckle to my knees.
Almost reluctantly, the kneeling girl leaned back on her slender haunches.
Tucker found his way back to his chair. 'Take your dress off, Lotus. I've been letting you lick my prick and I haven't even seen your tits!"
"Hey, boss... what's for me?"
"Shut your trap, Charlie!... Gorgeous, Lotus! Now get back on your knees and crawl over here under the desk and I'll let you finish what you started."
The now naked young girl inched forward on her knees, her small but perfectly formed breasts jiggling with her forward motions. The waist length wealth of raven hair swept to the floor on either side of her face as she dipped her head under the edge of the desk and inched the final foot to Tucker's powerful cock. Close up, it looked even bigger!
Christ! Tucker's slant eyed bodyguard fidgeted in his chair, a room's width away from one of the most cock stirring scenes he'd seen ever. Just look at the way her ass dimples when she moves! His own calloused hand found his cock then, and he began to rub it furiously through the thin material of his silk Hong Kong custom-made suit.
"Now take it into your mouth, Lotus... there's a good girl!" Tucker's penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all the way into the back of Lotus' slender sucking throat, tickling her, nearly causing her to gag on it. His hands gripped her cruelly by the hair, forcing her face up and down on his rigid flesh in a pumping motion.
"How's she doin', boss?"
"Sucks like a dream, Charlie. Smooth as silk!"
Lotus' dazed eyes focused on the long rod of pulsating male flesh emerging from the tangle of wiry salt and pepper pubic hair at the base, and disappearing from her line of vision it stretched all the way past her parted lips and up into her open mouth. She did not want to be here, but her husband's wish was her command. She didn't mind when Sam asked her to tie his shoe laces and soap his back, but this was different. Yet it was his wish...
"Suck, baby, suck!" Simon commanded from high above her bobbing head. And, obediently, the sleek golden bodied girl began to do as she was told, her lips nibbling tentatively on the shark-eyed man's cock, while she tried to relax around the mouthful of him. In an effort to please him and to end her night of torment sooner, she began to swirl her saliva-wet tongue around the hotly pulsing tip.
"Man... you must have been born with a cock in your mouth!" Tucker wheezed lustily.
Slowly, the mobster began to undulate his hips back and forth in the chair, thrusting with increasing force in and out of her mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so that the tip of his bulging penis always remained buried in her warm wet mouth.
It could be worse, thought Lotus. He is clean... and if I don't please Sam's boss, my husband will beat me... badly.
In the corner Charlie felt like his balls were going no to explode if he didn't get to do something quick. He unzipped his fly and pulled free his swollen penis. God, just look at that girl eat cock!
Lotus' mouth was gradually filling with saliva made sticky from the steady flow of pre-ejaculate seeping from the tip of Tucker's lust-purpled penis. As she continued to work slave-like above his loins, she realized that she was more disappointed than anything.
After what her husband had told her about his boss, Lotus had spent all day burning incense and meditating on the image of the boss fucking her. But now she was reduced to giving this man all the pleasure and getting very little back for herself. Oddly, the very subservient posture he had forced her into was awakening little masochistic responses in her naked belly and when she had satisfied him, there would be no guarantee that he would take the trouble to return the favor.
Tucker indeed had no concern for anyone's pleasure but his own. He ran his long sensuous fingers into Lotus' flowing hair and began to force her face up and down violently on his thrusting penis precisely as if her mouth were just another cunt to empty his sperm into. His eyes traveled from the exquisite features of her round face, noting the rapturous sparkle in her chocolate eyes, to the puddle of clothing lying where she'd left them.
Across the room he noted his fat bellied number two bodyguard with his hand wrapped around his own cock, jerking hard, his bulging little pig eyes nearly popping out of his head as he watched his sister-in-law suck off his boss.
"Nice, huh, Charlie?" Tucker chortled lewdly.
On the verge of drooling, Charlie stared dumbly at the rounded firmness of his tiny sister-in-law's boyish buttocks peeking out from beneath the boss' massive mahogany desk. He could see faint red welts marring the rippling succulence of her tawny flesh where Sam had taken a strap to her ass. His eyes dropped to the wispy curls of her kinky black pubic hair peeking out beneath the vee of her primly pressed thighs, in the middle of which nested her pink vagina lips which glistened with her mounting excitement. He watched her painted toes curl lustily beneath the wrinkled little pink soles of her feet and listened to the moaning, heartfelt gurgles bubbling from her sucking throat. And God, she was so very small! She couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds.
Lotus' mouth was filled to overflowing with saliva and Tucker's juices. Despite the long deep gulps she swallowed down to keep from gagging, rivulets of the penile moisture dripped from the corners of her mouth to run down the sides of his pulsing cock shaft in sticky streams. Her lips were stretched tautly, yet, despite the pain, she was deeply thrilled to serve her husband so honorably. And of course that is why she started to feel this pleasure, was it not?
Tucker seemed to sense the change in the slavishly sucking girl's attitude, and knew he could not hold out much longer with her velvety tongue lathing over his swollen penis.
Fantasies, of naked sugar plum fairies danced obscenely in his mind as he felt the tension in his balls build to a painful level. He tightened his grip in the long hair, forcing her down harder on his crazily twitching penis. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to twist her face away when he started to cum, since he intended to make her humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot sticky sperm.
"Hey, boss... " Tucker's furiously masturbating employee bellowed from across the room.
"When do I get mine? I'm the one told you about her!"
"Shut your fucking mouth! You'll get it when I let you!"
Ringing and pounding rumbled in Tucker's head as the flow of his cum began from deep within his semen-bloated testicles. The muscles of his belly went tight contracting to squeeze the heated load of his sperm rolling upward through its narrow channel around and out of the tip of his cock in a powerful spray... deep into Lotus' sweetly ovaled mouth and far, far back into her coated throat.
His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to her tonsils and he held it there as he came.
She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the roof of her still-sucking mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeksƒ_"everywhereƒ_"as his sperm came out in a white hot stream.
"Suck it!" he panted in his release. "You may be earning your old man a raise!"
The thick creamy cum spewed into her... gallons of salty, lusty semen that she swallowed frantically in repeated mouthfuls.
"That's it! Eat it! Eat it!"
Lotus choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but Tucker made no effort to pull his deflating tube from her mouth. "Come on... finish up... lick me clean!
You're not finished yet!"
Almost eagerly now, Lotus began to lick him clean, completing her task dutifully while her eyes sparkled with a strange glow as she blinked at him and smiled.
"Hey, boss...?"
Yes, little Lotus would be a fine addition to the family...
"Okay, Lotus, now go over to Charlie and do the same for him!"
Lotus winced, but only momentarily as she caught the steely glint in Charlie's eye.
Tucker watched Sam's bride lush nakedness goosebump as she inched across the room on her hands and knees, almost reverently, towards Charlie's flag pole cock. "By the time you're finished with him, Lotus, I'll want you again." He watched her raise her sensually full lips to slip over Charlie's listing cock.