Three Holes in One!

A First for Everything!

I’m down on my knees, licking her everywhere around her labia before my tongue finally darts into her treasure trove. She tastes so fucking good that I shudder, my whole body tightening, and I almost cum right there on the soft carpet beneath me.

Glancing down, I see pre-cum dripping from my cock, thick and glossy. I grip myself, stroking just once—then twice.

A small indulgence, just enough to keep my body in check and acknowledge how fucking good I am... able to get her this wet already. My hand on my hardening cock is just a little extra to get me in the mood and get my rod a bit harder. But I can't give in— and let loose—as I need this to last as long as possible.

My life fucking depends on it!!!

And my fucking honor, too.

Just fifteen minutes ago, I swore on my goddamn life that I’ll make her cum at least twice—and make her squirt before I’m done with her. And I swore it to the psycho bastard holding a gun to my head. Her dad, Don Leone.

The most violent, sadistic Mafia boss in the city. Because his baby girl—his precious little princess—has never had an orgasm. Not one.

A shudder of fear ripples through me. The memory is too fresh.

From being kidnapped into that stinking van a few hours ago, a suffocating black hood yanked over my head—to sit here now, buried between her thighs, sucking and licking like my life depends on it—which it actually does. It's been one hell of an experience—to say the least.

My head spins as I think back—being manhandled into his ridiculous opulent fucking palace, dumped on his floor like garbage, and then ordered to fuck his daughter.

Threatened on my life if I don’t give Don Leone’s precious little birthday girl the fuck of her life, so she can experience her first orgasm. I barely had time to breathe before they shoved me up here, pushing me into her room like some damn offering, to perform on the little princess.

What a fucked-up day.

I think back to my leisurely afternoon stroll through the city and shudder. If I don’t make her cum tonight? There won’t be another stroll. No legs to walk with. No life left to live.

The Don took his time before he came to meet me... as I was laying shivering on his floor. I had been thrown like a sack of potatoes onto the cold marble floor of his entrance hall, the hood was ripped off so fast it burned across my ears and nose.

I was shaking. My breath ragged. I was more frightened than ever before in my life.

And then, I saw him.

His stone-cold face. His dead, soulless eyes staring me down.

I dared a quick glance around—looking for exits. The massive double doors were in sight. I could bolt, make a run for it.

But I didn’t need to look twice. Guards. Everywhere!

Black suits, sunglasses, all of them watching me with hands resting on their guns.

I swallowed hard.

I was completely, utterly fucked.

Then the Don’s voice, slow and menacing, cut through the silence.

“I hear from my club manager downtown that you’re quite the ladies’ man.”

He circled me like a predator. Sizing me up.

“Do you have any diseases?” he asked.

I blinked. The fuck?

“No!” I stammer, barely able to breathe. “I’m clean. Completely clean. I swear!”

He nodded once, and one of his goons—a fucking brute of a guy—chucked a pristine, unopened pack of condoms between my legs.

Then the Don loomed over me, voice dropping to a low growl.

“Now, you’re going upstairs to my baby girl. You’re gonna present yourself as her birthday gift. And then you’re going to give her the first orgasm of her life.”

I barely had time to process that level of craziness before he leaned down, so damn close I could smell the foul stench of his breath.

And I didn’t dare flinch.

“Yeah... It’s some fucked-up shit, I know, but it has just come to my attention that not a single one of her fucking pathetic past boyfriends has been able to do her right,” he sneered.

Then his voice turned colder.

“If you don’t make her cum, I’m taking a sledgehammer to your legs. And I won’t stop swinging until your bones are sticking out through your skin. You’ll spend the rest of your miserable life pissing yourself in a wheelchair with bone splints growing out of your butt-hole for years to come. You hear me?”

I broke into a cold sweat and nodded frantically.

He smiled. A cruel, knowing smile. Mean as fuck.

“And if you hurt her,” he leaned in closer, eyes locked on mine. I could see my own death staring me right into my eyes, “I will kill you. Slowly. Nasty.”

Fuuuuck.

My heart hammered so hard I swore it was close to exploding.

I nodded so fast my neck almost snapped, spilling out half-formed promises of how I’d make sure to make her cum.

He studied me for a long moment, like a lion deciding whether to spare its prey.

Then he turned.

“Get this shit-bag out of my sight. Throw him upstairs. Don’t let him out before tomorrow. If he tries anything—fucking off him.”

Now I'm here... shoving my tongue into her pussy as deep as it can go. She fists my hair, moaning, pushing me harder into her pussy as she bucks her hips up. I grab her ass, keeping her in place as I assault her folds. I'll admit that I'm not against it... it's more the principle of being forced... but dang... she's got a nice pussy!

When I flick my tongue over her swollen clit, she nearly jumps out of the chair. I reach up, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers, kneading the soft, delicious weight of her heavy tits while eating her pussy. And to my delight, she’s just getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“Ohh shoot, baby. You’ve really turned on the waterworks down here. Trying to make me fuck you that much harder?” I growl low, my voice thick with promise.

She hitches a breath, eyes flashing at me with a mixture of nerves and raw hunger. Total newbie... so I smile sweetly at her to make her relax again.

Lucky for me, she’s a fucking bombshell, with a rocking body that makes me want to take my sweet time with her. Thank God she doesn’t look like her old man. That thought almost makes me laugh.

My eyes roam over her naked form, drinking her in. She’s spreading her legs even more, in a silent plea for me to continue and I’m more than happy to oblige. It's just to warm her up.

Soon she’ll not be silently begging anymore and I’ll control the game then. Damn, I am one lucky, horny bastard.