court president

blown away

"As I emerged from the basement, the crisp night  air of New York enveloped me, revitalizing my spirits. The contrast between the darkness I'd just left and the soothing air was striking.

"You might wonder what a judge like me is doing entangled with guns, ammunitions, and underworld dealings. The truth is, I've always held justice in one hand – by the law – and in the other, by my own rules. My passion for the law coexists with a darker legacy.

"Born into a prominent mafia family, I inherited a complex web of loyalty and obligation. My parents, former mafia bosses, built an empire that I couldn't abandon. Too many lives depended on it.

"Yet, my desire to pursue justice through legitimate means drove me to become a lawyer, and eventually, a judge. This duality drew me deeper into the shadows, blurring the lines between right and wrong.

"Now, I straddle two worlds, balancing the scales of justice by day and enforcing my own brand of order by night."

"My phone pierced the night silence. Andre's wife, Sophia, spoke softly.

'Good evening.'

'The arrangement is set,' I confirmed. 'You'll receive the house deeds as agreed.'

'I'll send him back by tomorrow morning,' I continued. 'Keep a close eye on him.'

'I will,' Sophia replied, and the line went dead.

Matthew emerged from the shadows.

'How is he?' I asked.

'Fully conscious, sir,' Matthew replied. 'He won't miss a moment of pain.'

'Excellent. Ensure Peter receives the goods by tomorrow. I want everything settled before my trip to Russia in two days.'

Matthew nodded. 'Consider it done, boss.'

I gazed out at New York's glittering skyline, my mind reflecting on my dual existence. As the leader of the most powerful gang in Russia and New York, I executed jobs for myself and high-ranking individuals. The extent of my underworld involvement would shock the world.

Balancing my roles as judge and mafia boss was a delicate dance, but the rush of meting out my own justice was intoxicating. The thrill of punishment, the power to decide fate – it was an addiction I couldn't shake."

"Feeling restless, I decided to hit the town again. Runway, the city's premier club, beckoned. A night of revelry and fine drinks was just what I needed to shake off the stress.

I bypassed the line, using the VIP entrance, and settled into the luxurious suite. Ordering a round of premium drinks, I immersed myself in the electric atmosphere. The pulsating music reverberated through my entire being, a welcome respite from my thoughts.

The club was alive, vibrant, and intoxicating. I scanned the room, noticing several women casting flirtatious glances my way. Their attention only added to the thrill of the night.

  One blonde caught my eyes, I could use the distraction already so I winked at her, getting the cue, she walked up to me, she looked beautiful with busty boobs, and my eyes went down to her cleavage, she had me hooked already, taking her by the hand , I took her to one of the private room, what's your name I asked, Mira she said seductively .

     Nice name, I said crashing my lips down at her, she kissed me back, when we  got in I immediately stripped her off all clothing, impatient are we?, I asked, hmm she said hugging me tightly while tugging on my belts, seems we are in the mood already I said flinging off her bra, her boobs stood obviously aroused, I suckled down on it, laying her on the bed, remembering all I wanted was to cool off, I decided to leave out any room for foreplay .

Pulling off my trousers, I opened her legs testing her entrance with my fingers she moaned right into my ears, good girl I said, as I positioned my hard member on her entrance and with one swift thrust, I took her pounding relentlessly into her.

She moaned beautifully into my eyes, which urged me to increase my pace, don't come until I tell you to I said, swiftly turning her for a doggy, missionary seemed too  intimate for a one night stand, pounding her from behind, I dragged her by the hair making sure she felt every onuce of my thrust, I want to cum she said, pleading , my rules I said turning her face to the mirror, I looked at the mirror and our reflection spiked my pleasure.

    I want to cum , she said this time, more pleadingly, the club providing clean babes, for special VIPs like us, and rules were that they would abide by the clients feelings and not there's, so her Cumming before I do would leave a bad review, if I were to report that.

      Not really liking her unprofessional act, I increased my speed daring her to cum before me, she looked back I could  feel her tightening her pussy, shit I cussed I was already reaching my limit, you can cum, I said and immediately felt her pussy suck me in one final time before she orgasmed shaking fervently , I held her fucking her vigorously before spilling my cum inside her, merda!! I cussed, pulling out, I left immediately for the bathroom, taking her along with me.

          We showered together with another bolt of hot session on the showers, when I came out I already had my fill, smiling at her, you were amazing Mira, I would make sure to give you a good review I said , as I left the room driving back to my apartment.

     I loved having sex ,another way to control my bloodlust and temper , tomorrow I had a case to handle and I knew a good night rest was needed.

         I needed to be in Russia for a bussiness deal, so I had to round up all the important cases I had, I had a bone to pick with someone, becoming my enemy was a big mistake, and I had to keep reminding them not to mess with me, one of my men betrayed me, or almost did , and I had a very important lesson and example to make out of him.

       The mafia had rules and breaking them came with punishment and being on the receiving side was a bad deal.