In Bed with the Mob

"How do you like the pool?" Rocco asked, sitting poolside with Elizabeth. He was shirtless, showing off a thick mane of chest hair, with a thick trail all the way down to a protruding bulge in his swim shorts. Elizabeth was in a red, white and green bikini, a nod to Rocco's Italian heritage.

"Quite nice," Elizabeth said. "Never been this way out of town very much. So how are things going with the deal on your end?"

"No business before pleasure," Rocco said, then pausing. "It's going fine. But I did ask the Don for a special dispensation, that he had the honor of granting me. And it would help you and your loverboy get to where you want to be."

"And what is that?" Elizabeth said, having already resigned herself to being a part of the transaction.

"I want you," Rocco said, looking at the former beauty queen. "Here. Now."

"Well, now, isn't that direct of you," Elizabeth said, smiling thinly. "And what if Jabo and I are monogamous?"

"I think he wants this deal. I think you want it just as badly. For people in that line of work, everything is on the table. Why don't you show me those big titties, for starters."

Elizabeth sighed, with a small smile at the man's brazenness. She reached behind her, undoing the top's string, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her heavy D-cup breasts. Rocco whistled softly.

"Mamma mia, I've always wondered how those funbags looked," he said to himself, in awe. Emboldened by her agreement, he reached over, fondling her breasts, tugging at her nipples until they were stiff and aching. Then he undid the sides of her bottoms, exposing her waxed snatch and round ass.

"I think you're a little overdressed," Elizabeth observed. Rocco scrambled to his feet, dropping his trunks to the ground. He was big, just as Marie said, but what struck Elizabeth more was how hirsute he was. Just fields of dark hair, for whatever felt like an eternity across the man's body. He reached down, rubbing Elizabeth's breasts, as she started to suck on him.

"How do I compare to Douglas?" Rocco wondered. There would always be a rivalry between the two, Elizabeth thought.

"Much longer. Much thicker. Smaller balls, though. It smells better. It tastes better. Marie used to talk you up, you know, over drinks and what not. I never talked up Douglas. But I would have talked you up too, seeing what I see now." Rocco beamed at her, and Elizabeth didn't even have to lie.

Rocco surrendered himself to the blowjob and lay, and Elizabeth got satisfaction of moving things along.