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Ms Patriot: Undercover 

Chapter 9

“Hey! Let go of me!” Jennifer cried as two Vitale thugs yanked her off Big Mike’s cock.

None of the Sambino men had moved, and many had their hands up. Talk about getting caught with their pants down. Meanwhile, Jennifer was rushed across the game room and thrown to her knees at Boss Vitale’s feet.

“Hello, Miss Jenny. Slumming on the wrong side of the tracks, I see,” Boss Vitale sneered. He grabbed a fistful of silky black hair and forced her to bend backwards. After admiring and fondling her large, perky tits, his sneer widened. “I’ve wanted to sink my claws into you a long, long time, bitch. But first…”

He unzipped.

Jennifer’s breath whooshed out. She stared up incredulously, knowing she’d just been thrown out of the pan and into the fire. His eyes held no mercy. So she reached out and deftly pulled his semi-flaccid cock out. Yeah, semi-flaccid. Not already rock hard. Kind of insulting, but she quickly stroked him to a good, steely rod.

Rising up on her knees, Jennifer opened her mouth to go down on him.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!” Erica screamed upstairs. That was followed by the sound of scuffling, and then a feminine scream of rage. “Help!”

Everyone looked towards the stairs as a pair of men came down with a naked brunette struggling between them. Erica Sambino, Boss of Bosses, was promptly and rudely thrown at Boss Vitale’s feet, side-by-side with Jennifer.

“I’m glad you could join us, Erica,” he said, grinning viciously. “In case you haven’t figured it out, I have decided to merge the Sambino Family into mine. Consider this your termination notice as boss, and as Boss of Bosses. I’ll assume both roles now.”

“You won’t get away with this, Carmen,” Erica snarled. “I enjoy the support of all the city’s bosses.”

“Funny. No one likes taking orders from a chick,” he sneered. “The only thing you’ll be enjoying is the taste of my dick. You and my new slave, Jenny, can start enjoying it now.”

“I’d rather…” Erica started, but one of the men who’d dragged her out of bed and down to the game room pressed a big black pistol to the back of her head. “I-I… Fine. But you’ll pay dearly for this outrage. This I vow.”

“Damn, she talks just like a captured super heroine,” Boss Vitale quipped, his men chuckling darkly. “Suck it up, Erica. And then start sucking it in.”

Boss Vitale maneuvered Jennifer and Erica to either side of his cock, facing each other. Then he palmed the back of both of their heads, pushing them together. Their heads tilted, and their lips melted together as both women moaned into that sensual kiss. That kiss quickly turned passionate as their mutual fear stoked their libidos.

Jennifer’s delicate hand rose up to squeeze Erica’s boobs. She strummed the hapless mob boss’s pebbled nipples, making Erica moan and groan even more wantonly as their faces swung back and forth, gliding their slick lips across each other. Then one of Erica’s hands dropped down to Jennifer’s Brazilian waxed pussy, rubbing it just the way the captured billionaire loved it. Erica’s other hand raked those long nails good and deep, first across Jennifer’s sweetly rounded butt cheeks, and then up her back.

“Oooooo,” Jennifer sighed, feeling her insides turn to hot mush. That tension deep in her belly said she was starting to rise to the occasion. After all the sex her night had been filled with, and the orgasm she’d just enjoyed with Big Mike, it wouldn’t take long to get her off. “Mmmm.”

So Jennifer lowered one hand between Erica’s satiny thighs, and started rubbing the mob boss’s engorged clit. She knew exactly how to get her now former mistress off really, really fast. And went right for that jugular.

“Oooh. Oooh,” Erica cried as Jennifer rubbed her clit furiously, flicking a hard nail across it at irregular intervals. “Yes. Oh yes.”

Erica rubbed harder, faster. Jennifer matched her stroke for stroke, and then upped the ante. She felt like they were on a race to see which one could force a climax out of the other first.

To the surprise of virtually no-one, Jennifer won.

“Aaaagggh!” Erica screamed, both hands dropping to clutch her throbbing pussy as the most amazing feelings jolted her shapely body.

Jennifer’s hand left Erica’s sex, and found her own in a flash. She finished what Erica had started, rubbing one out in just a few seconds.

“Aaaaagghh! Oooh, hell yes,” the black-haired beauty gasped.

“Now that was a floor show, right boys?” Boss Vitale laughed. He gave his erection a stroke. “Now, girls, take care of me. You may share.”

Both women, still huffing and puffing, glanced at each other, and then rose up onto their knees and faced his cock.

Oh my Goddess! Jennifer thought. His dick is covered in pubic hair!

She’d never seen a hairy cock before. Was that a thing with male crime bosses? Or just Boss Vitale? He was a big, hirsute kind of man. Jennifer didn’t mind hairy men at all, but this…

Jennifer wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, stroking him even harder, while Erica fondled his sweaty balls. Then, as one, they pushed their faces together with his cock between them. Erica kissed and licked his thick shaft, while Jennifer did the same to his swollen, purple cockhead.

Here goes nothing.

Closing her eyes, Jennifer forgot all the unpleasantness, and just lived the moment as she gave the mobster intense head. She worked her lips and tongue to give him the greatest pleasure, while humming softly to send sweet vibrations into his throbbing cock. Boss Vitale gasped, burying his fingers deep in her silky hair.

“Jesus Christ, Erica, you’ve trained Ms Jade well.”

Jennifer smiled. It wasn’t Erica or her men that had taught her to give such amazing blowjobs. She couldn’t confess her true “trainers” without revealing her secret alter-ego. And that thought brought Jennifer back to reality. She wasn’t undercover for the sex.

I wonder if I can use this to take both mob bosses down?

While Jennifer contemplated how best to play her miserable little hand, while bobbing up and down Boss Vitale’s long, thick dick, Erica was still busy licking, nibbling, and sucking on his hairy balls. She looked disgusted, stopping every so often to pick a stray pubic hair out of her teeth.

Girl needs to learn how to swallow those without gagging, Jennifer thought.

He pulled Jennifer off his cock suddenly, and then pushed it into Erica’s face. The captured mob boss blinked at her captor’s cock, uncomprehending. Jennifer started to warn her, but then Boss Vitale sighed gustily and unleashed on Erica. Thick spurts of sticky white cum shot out and splattered all over Erica’s shocked face.

“Vitale-brand makeup. Looks good on you, Erica.”

Boss Vitale used Erica’s silky brown hair to clean his dick, while his men chuckled in that dark, scary way of theirs. Erica looked beside herself, face bright red, and hands trembling. She grew up in the Family. She was the beloved daughter of the boss. She’d never known hardship or abject humiliation before. Jennifer kind of felt sorry for her, but didn’t know why.

“Time we wrapped up,” Boss Vitale said. He looked at Erica, while several of his men cocked their pistols. “You’re gettin’ one in the back of the head, and your naked, cum-slathered corpse dumped in front of Police Headquarters. And then the cops will find all of your men down here dead. Christmas come early.” He looked at Jennifer, whose lips were trembling. “I’ll keep this sweet little morsel for myself.”

Boss Vitale dragged Jennifer to her stiletto-heeled feet, while two of his men dragged a kicking and screaming Erica across the game room. Jennifer watched in horror as they bound Erica’s wrists behind her back, forced a bright blue ball gag between her teeth, and then stepped back as she knelt trembling like a newborn fawn.

One of the men aimed a big, black Glock 17 at the back of Erica’s head as everyone held their breath, eyes huge.

Jennifer felt Boss Vitale’s attention leave her, and his grip on her loosen. So she drove a brutal elbow into his ribs. He cried out in surprise and pain, but by then, she was already turning to kick the next mob thug in the face. As he reeled backwards, Jennifer snatched the Uzi submachine gun from his hands and whacked him over the head with it. Then she charged the weapon and opened fire.

Aiming high, her super heroine ethics about not killing still paramount, she forced the Vitale mobsters, one and all, to duck and scramble for cover.

“Kill Boss Vitale!” Erica screamed.

That was his cue to run. Jennifer opened up on his ass, barely trailing behind his fleeing form. His men followed him up the stairs when she dropped to one knee, ejected her empty magazine, and pulled another magazine off the unconscious mobster beside her. And then she all but chased the Vitale Family out of the game room, Uzi blazing.

While all that was going down, Big Mike took command and got his boys armed and in the fight. They raced past Jennifer, up the stairs, and pursued the hated Vitale Family straight out of the mansion. Jennifer could still hear the gunfight raging above as she turned to Erica.

“Don’t just stand there,” Erica snapped, struggling in vain to break free of her restraints. “Untie me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jennifer said, laying the now empty Uzi on the floor and running over to help her mistress. “Are you all right, Mistress? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“I’m fine,” she growled. “It was nothing. I had everything under control.”

Jennifer noticed her mistress’s face was wet, her body still shaking. But her voice and eyes were hard and steady as steel.

“I’ll deal with Boss Vitale.” Erica stood up, and imperiously presented her bare foot. “Kiss it.”

Jennifer dropped to all fours without a second thought. She lowered her lips to her mistress’s foot, and gave it a slow, loving kiss. And then a lick. Erica didn’t pull her foot back, or command her to stop, so Jennifer cut her eyes up as she slowly sucked Erica’s big toe into her mouth. Erica smiled as her slave started to suck.

“I really have you good,” Erica whispered, looking so pleased and smug. “You are truly mine, and mine alone.”