didn’t say I wanted
you. “You’re a very sweet
and lovely lady,” I said, having no desire to upset her even more.
“Then if the Don
tries to send me away, you can say I’m with you.”
“I won’t lie to
him, but, as I said, I’m sure he will want to keep you on as a nurse.”
“I can’t risk it;
he’s already sent me away before, and the only reason he said I was no longer a
slave was because he thought Jagger wanted me, and I can’t be sent away to that
horrible Spaniard. They said he is cruel and sadistic, and I’d rather die than
leave Jagger,” she breathed out.
She started babbling
again, talking faster than I could keep up with, her accent hard to follow. I
listened more closely, but she started using slang I didn’t understand. She paused
enough to breathe out, then blurted out words I didn’t want to hear.
“I will do
anything for you; even have sex with you if you tell the Don I’m your slave now.”
I stood up. “I
don’t have sex with married women.”
She rose to her
feet, her face a mask of desperation. “You’re a slave trainer, so you must have.”
She started babbling again, the words flying out of her mouth not making sense until
she slipped off her dress, her actions something I did understand.
I shook my head.
“No, Honey, I told you I don’t do married women, and you aren’t thinking
straight.”
“I am thinking
straight and I know what I need to do now. I’m a slave and will always be one, and
at least I know you have a nice
side, unlike the Spanish man they talk about. And you will be happy with my
services: Jagger taught me well.” She started crying. “Please don’t turn me away,
you wanted me yesterday.” She unhooked her bra and dropped it. I forced myself
to look away. “Please, Alessandro,” she begged.
I looked back at
her, my eyes instantly going to her beautiful tits. They were spectacular, so
full and big—mouthwatering beauties. My bastard cock started to harden, yelling
at me to fuck her, the woman too beautiful for my own good. “You’re not
listening to me,” I said. “I can’t—”
“No, you’re not
listening to me! I will do anything for you if you tell the Don you want me.
Anything!”
“I told you I
won’t lie to him, and if you have sex with me, Jagger will have even more
reason to not want you.”
She burst into
tears. “I can’t leave him,” she sobbed, bringing her hands to her face.
I swore under my
breath, a woman’s tears always affecting me. I picked up her bra and dress.
“Put your clothes on and I will go to the Don with your concerns. I will sort
something out with him.”
She dropped her
hands and threw herself at me. “Thank you!”
I held my arms out
wide for a moment, then wrapped them around her, knowing it was just comfort I
was giving her, even though her body felt wonderful against mine, those full
breasts pushed up against my stomach. I suppressed a groan because my cock was
now pushing into her, trying to dry hump her.
She pulled back
and looked up at me. “Are you for real, not tricking me like Jagger?”
“I’m telling the
truth, I will help you the best I can as long as you—”
“I will, I will,
I’ll do anything to stay.” She dropped to her knees and yanked down my boxers,
grabbing a hold of my hard cock.
I inhaled sharply
as she put it inside her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders. “Honey, you don’t have
to—” I grunted. “Oh, fuck…”
She continued
sucking me, my bastard of a dick betraying me. For a second, I thought about pulling
away, but she was just too good. Jagger had definitely taught her well, because
she was playing with my Prince Albert, using her tongue and teeth, and oh,
fuck, fuck…
Fuck! I can’t do this; she’s married! I took a hold of her
head. “Stop, Honey.”
She mumbled
something around my cock, which I didn’t understand, but Dio mio , it
felt great. She took a hold of my balls and started massaging them. My mind
went blank for a moment, just
you. “You’re a very sweet
and lovely lady,” I said, having no desire to upset her even more.
“Then if the Don
tries to send me away, you can say I’m with you.”
“I won’t lie to
him, but, as I said, I’m sure he will want to keep you on as a nurse.”
“I can’t risk it;
he’s already sent me away before, and the only reason he said I was no longer a
slave was because he thought Jagger wanted me, and I can’t be sent away to that
horrible Spaniard. They said he is cruel and sadistic, and I’d rather die than
leave Jagger,” she breathed out.
She started babbling
again, talking faster than I could keep up with, her accent hard to follow. I
listened more closely, but she started using slang I didn’t understand. She paused
enough to breathe out, then blurted out words I didn’t want to hear.
“I will do
anything for you; even have sex with you if you tell the Don I’m your slave now.”
I stood up. “I
don’t have sex with married women.”
She rose to her
feet, her face a mask of desperation. “You’re a slave trainer, so you must have.”
She started babbling again, the words flying out of her mouth not making sense until
she slipped off her dress, her actions something I did understand.
I shook my head.
“No, Honey, I told you I don’t do married women, and you aren’t thinking
straight.”
“I am thinking
straight and I know what I need to do now. I’m a slave and will always be one, and
at least I know you have a nice
side, unlike the Spanish man they talk about. And you will be happy with my
services: Jagger taught me well.” She started crying. “Please don’t turn me away,
you wanted me yesterday.” She unhooked her bra and dropped it. I forced myself
to look away. “Please, Alessandro,” she begged.
I looked back at
her, my eyes instantly going to her beautiful tits. They were spectacular, so
full and big—mouthwatering beauties. My bastard cock started to harden, yelling
at me to fuck her, the woman too beautiful for my own good. “You’re not
listening to me,” I said. “I can’t—”
“No, you’re not
listening to me! I will do anything for you if you tell the Don you want me.
Anything!”
“I told you I
won’t lie to him, and if you have sex with me, Jagger will have even more
reason to not want you.”
She burst into
tears. “I can’t leave him,” she sobbed, bringing her hands to her face.
I swore under my
breath, a woman’s tears always affecting me. I picked up her bra and dress.
“Put your clothes on and I will go to the Don with your concerns. I will sort
something out with him.”
She dropped her
hands and threw herself at me. “Thank you!”
I held my arms out
wide for a moment, then wrapped them around her, knowing it was just comfort I
was giving her, even though her body felt wonderful against mine, those full
breasts pushed up against my stomach. I suppressed a groan because my cock was
now pushing into her, trying to dry hump her.
She pulled back
and looked up at me. “Are you for real, not tricking me like Jagger?”
“I’m telling the
truth, I will help you the best I can as long as you—”
“I will, I will,
I’ll do anything to stay.” She dropped to her knees and yanked down my boxers,
grabbing a hold of my hard cock.
I inhaled sharply
as she put it inside her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders. “Honey, you don’t have
to—” I grunted. “Oh, fuck…”
She continued
sucking me, my bastard of a dick betraying me. For a second, I thought about pulling
away, but she was just too good. Jagger had definitely taught her well, because
she was playing with my Prince Albert, using her tongue and teeth, and oh,
fuck, fuck…
Fuck! I can’t do this; she’s married! I took a hold of her
head. “Stop, Honey.”
She mumbled
something around my cock, which I didn’t understand, but Dio mio , it
felt great. She took a hold of my balls and started massaging them. My mind
went blank for a moment, just
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