Page 76 of Mafia Toy

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After dinner,Constantino brought us to an exclusive BDSM club that cost a hundred grand per ticket to enter. Laila wrapped her hand around mine, intertwining our fingers. Half-naked women danced in glass boxes inside, others around poles.

I swallowed hard and pressed my thighs together. I couldn’t believe that we were here. We had done worse together at that dirty bar the other night, but this felt different. Everyone here was drinking or fucking, or drinking and fucking. Grinding up all on each other. Kissing and touching.

“Are you girls going to be good for me tonight?” Constantino purred, wrapping his arms around each of our waists and pulling us closer to him. He planted a kiss on Laila’s neck, then one on mine, his nose traveling up the column of my neck. “We have a surprise for you tonight.”

My eyes widened.A surprise?

“Maybe,” Laila teased.

She had convinced me to pull off our underwear in the restroom after we had dinner earlier, and now, I knew why. She wanted to be bratty with Constantino tonight, the way we had been the night he locked us in his sex room, chained us to the walls, and forced us to come.

After buying us each drinks, Constantino led us to one of the many back rooms with glass windows. He thrust the key into the lock, opened it, and gestured for us to enter. Laila pulled me along inside and leaped onto the bed with her wineglass.

“Come here,” she murmured, one hand on the back of my neck.

Pussy tightening, I crawled onto the bed with her and placed our glasses on the side table. Constantino approached us from behind, footsteps low and daunting. I closed my eyes and climbed between Laila’s legs, the anticipation building between mine.

When the bed dipped behind me, I sucked in a sharp breath. We weren’t even naked yet, but people were looking inside the glass windows at us kissing and touching on each other already, handsome men and women getting themselves off.

Constantino snaked his large hand around my throat and strummed his fingers, crawling behind me. “Do you know what this throat needs?” He pulled his hand away for a moment, then fastened a collar around my neck. “My collar.”

Laila gazed up at it and drew her fingers across it. “Slut.”

A wave of pleasure rushed through me, my nipples hardening.

Constantino handed me another collar. “Put it around my wife’s pretty throat.”

After I locked the collar around Laila, Constantino moved closer behind me and pulled my dress up my ass, giving everyone watching a whole view of my pussy. Laila sank her hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit.

I took her breasts in my hands and rolled her nipples around my palms while I ground my pussy up and down against Constantino’s suit pants, completely coating them in my juices. He took a fistful of my hair and pulled back.

“Look at my two little sluts, getting each other off in front of everyone.” He sprawled a hand across my ass. “So fucking desperate for my cock that you can’t even wait for me to pull myself out of my pants.”

“P-please, fuck me,” I begged as Laila pulled the straps of my dress down and let my tits bounce out of it. She took my face in her hands and pulled me down closer to her, tilting my head so I stared out at all the people watching.

“Tell them that you’re a whore for sleeping with my husband.”

“I’m a whore,” I said to the onlookers.

“Louder.”

“I’m a whore.”

“Louder.”

“I’m a whore!” I screamed loud enough for the men and women to hear me. “I’m a whore. A dirty little whore for sleeping with your husband and loving every single second of it.” I arched my back hard, sticking my ass into the air. “Please, fuck me!”

“Please what?” Constantino asked.

“Please, sir.”

“Good girl,” Constantino praised, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance.

A rush of heat warmed my core.

Laila released my face and seized my nipples between her fingers, tugging harshly on them. “Tell them how much you love being filled with my husband’s huge cock.”

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