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by MechaBlade Don Mario Vinzetti was seated comfortably in his chair when his butler brought in Morrocchi and his daughter. The elderly, overweight man smiled, seeing that his two visitors had dressed up to see him. Few people had seen Paul Morrocchi in a shirt and tie before. Morrocchi watched the butler close the doors anxiously, already feeling boxed in. He swallowed as he took in Vinzetti's study. He had spoke with Vinzetti on various occasions, but never had he visited the Don's home. It was a rare privilege, and this made him nervous. He kept a tight grip on his daughter's wrist, hoping she did nothing to embarrass him. Vinzetti leaned back and set his wine glass on the end table next to him. "What can I do for you?" Morrocchi swallowed, wondering whether to take a seat or not. Deciding against it, he simply stated his lines, "Don Vinzetti, I would like to ask a favor of you." Vinzetti cocked his head as if he were deliberating over something. He was really just taking in the moment. He lifted his right hand up in the air, his fingers dangling down as if the hand was being lifted by invisible strings tied around the wrist. Morrocchi let Vinzetti's hand hang for a few seconds before he realized what he was supposed to do. He jumped forward, bent over slowly and kissed the Don's ring. The Don withdrew his hand and looked at Morrocchi's daughter, patiently waiting. "This is my daughter, Diana," Morrocchi said, squeezing her wrist until she curtsied. "Well, isn't she lovely?" Vinzetti responded automatically. Vinzetti looked at the young woman. She was a beautiful Italian girl in her early twenties, though there was nothing extraordinary about her. Brown hair, medium tits, thin waist, small ass. Even her yellow sundress was plain. It wasn't that Vinzetti wasn't attracted to her, but his suitors would occasionally bring in a blonde or a woman with thick cocksucking lips. Those were the days he felt truly blessed. "Thank you, Mr. Morrocchi. James will call when I am finished." Morrocchi whispered something into his daughter's ear, let go of her arm, and walked out of the room. Morrocchi didn't close the door completely, but Vinzetti paid it no mind. No one was at the house except for he, his servants, and Morrocchi. Diana stood shyly in the same spot her father had left her, so Vinzetti gestured for her to come closer. She walked over to the elderly gentleman and stood obediently in front of him. Vinzetti frowned. Since few men asked for multiple favors, there were few women that made repeat visits to service him. This meant that he was always training the women how to properly submit. "Kneel," he directed. Diana's lip trembled as she knelt. He wondered if her apprehension was due to the act which she was about to perform or due to him personally. It didn't matter. Nothing she thought or felt mattered. All that mattered was that in a few seconds she would have her thin pink lips wrapped around his dick. He hoped she knew how to give head. She certainly was old enough to know how. I'm overly lenient, he thought. That's it, if she sucks cock as lazily as Barzini's daughter, Morrocchi is going back empty-handed. Vinzetti unzipped his fly and, thank God, she didn't need instructions on how to pull out his cock and begin sucking on it. The leather chair creaked as he slid deeper into her welcoming warm mouth. Her blowjob skills were average; she obviously had some experience, but wasn't really into it or into him. When the Don had an average cocksucker mouthing his meat, he would sometimes ask them lots of questions ("How are your brothers?", "Getting good marks at school?", "Got a boyfriend yet?", etc.) for them to respond with slobbery "Mm-hmm"s and "Uhm-uhm"s. He would strike them if they responded verbally. Conversation would make the experience more personal for them and thus, they would become embarrassed, as these girls came to his house expecting a quick, quiet and impersonal meeting. However, he was tired and didn't really care about Diana Morrocchi, not even enough to try to make her cheeks red with humiliation. Instead he began to think about what soup he desired for supper, what color to paint the third floor bathroom, and other more important matters. He placed a hand on Diana's head and stroked her neck as he stared idly at the beautiful dancing flames in the fireplace. Vinzetti rang the small bell that lay on the end table next to him, keeping a hand on the Diana's head so the young woman didn't think the bell was meant for her. After a short moment, James entered the study. "Yes, James-" Vinzetti began. He gave the girl in his lap a light slap on her ear. "No one told you to stop!" He looked back at James. "James, would you be so kind as to put on some Bach?" "Yes, sir," the servant responded and walked briskly over to the record player. The Don felt true ecstasy as he heard the violins begin to sing. "Thank you, James. That will be all." "Very good, sir." James exited the room. Vinzetti picked up his wine glass, sipping and swishing the wine around his mouth and thinking over his life as Diana's head bobbed up and down in his lap. It was several years ago where one of the members of his Family had asked for a favor and he, tiring of the standard monetary gifts and redeemable favors, implied he would like a woman to satisfy him. The Don already had plenty of money and had very few enemies to liquidate. But since his wife had died, sex was inconsistent and either expensive or troublesome to obtain. When his men started bringing women to him, he felt a renewed joy. The men originally brought prostitutes and female friends, which was sufficient at first. He was delighted to have regular oral sex again. But when he demanded more, when he demanded beauty and hygiene, they began to bring their wives and mistresses. He found the new emotional aspect quite satisfying. It was especially magnificent to be able to blow off steam after a hard day by humiliating his temporary courtesans. However, lately he had begun to grow bored again. Certainly, there was no diversion quite as enjoyable as squirting his seed down a woman's wet mouth, but it didn't have the spark that it once had. Vinzetti coughed. "I know you're a very young, naive girl, but do you see those things below my cock? Yes, those balls. They're rather dry." She pulled his testicles out of his open fly and then looked up at him, slowly inching towards his hairy leathery sack. He slapped the side of her head again. "What are you looking at me for? The balls are down there!" She winced and went back to work, sucking and licking his aged scrotum for a few minutes before returning to his rock hard dick. All in all, Vinzetti was pleased with his lot in life. A lot of men were worse off. And when the blowjobs were pedestrian--as was the case today--he focused on enjoying his Bach, his Barolo, and his comfortable chair. The girl was merely the parsley on his plate. "Faster," he muttered. The girl sped up her rhythm, producing the gaiety and optimism that he felt--that all men felt--when approaching orgasm. His heavy chest rose and fell with his quickened breathing and his mouth opened slightly, but the Don uttered no sound upon spraying his gooey seed in Diana's finally competent mouth. He gave a hearty cough, licked his lips and rang his bell. James, never far from the study, entered soon afterwards. "Sir?" "Please call in Morrocchi," Vinzetti said while Diana slowly tongue-bathed his cock. She was moving too slowly to finish before her father entered. He started to push Diana away and redress himself, but stopped to reconsider this idea. Morrocchi was a grown man. He could handle the sight of his daughter sucking cock. And if not, he should be forced to deal with what he forced his own daughter to do. Hearing two sets of footsteps, Diana began cleaning Vinzetti more quickly. However, the old man did not let her finish until James led her father into the room, staring at the scene with a mixture of shock and nausea. Vinzetti finally pushed her away and pulled himself back into his pants. Diana rejoined her original position next to her father, her head hanging and her eyes and cheeks beet red from humiliation. Morrocchi finally composed himself, although he now appeared somewhat saddened in contrast to the nervous state he was in earlier today. "Um, Don Vinzetti, about my business. I would like to ask-" The Don rose his hand, silencing his supplicant. "Your favor is granted. Let Anthony take care of it. Tell him I said it's alright." Morrocchi bowed as he backed out of the study, genuinely appreciative despite what he had witnessed only moments ago. "Thank you, Godfather. Thank you." He left. Vinzetti sat alone in his study, thinking how much better Diana would have been had she known the least bit about deepthroating. He found himself wishing that Salvatore would fall into financial troubles so that Pia would be forced to suck him off again. That woman had a mouth as talented as the filthiest whore he had ever patronized. He rang his bell. "James, tell the cooks that I will have the tomato bisque with my supper. And tell Rudolfo that I want those weeds growing in the side garden cleared. After that, you may have the evening off." James replied in the affirmative and went to perform his duties. Vinzetti sipped his wine as the two violins quit their sweet song and left him in silence. |