The Mafia's Whore

Chapter 21:The Girl Who Became A "Whore"

Chapter 21:The Girl Who Became A "Whore"

Swaying my hips, a smirk on my lips I walked into the meeting chamber. Circling the rectangular wooden polished table which held many men in suits sitting around, I stopped once I stood beside the man I had come here for. With his eyebrows arched wide, I bent to his level and gave him a light, with my lips barely touching his cheeks a kiss.

He leaned back just as surprised as everyone around, they all knew who I was by now. At the corner of my eyes, I could see all the men looking at one another, assuming the big bad Elliot Anderson had tamed Xylia Knight.

How wrong they were, I could never be tame. Certainly not by an elderly dog who only has limited days before the days of old age, I mentally rolled my eyes at my thoughts before focusing back on Elliot.

Him leaning back gave me enough space to squeeze in and sit on his lap, he slightly pushed the chair back freeing my thighs from the pain of being squashed between the table.
"Oops, I apologies have I interrupted something," I spoke, placing my palm on my mouth looking shocked. Elliot could tell the words which left my mouth was filled with sarcasm and I full of shit because the next minute I felt him squeeze my hips making me jump and land with his little man in between my butt.

I heard him let out a low groan, it was hard for anyone to hear except me. I tilted my head to look at him, a smirk which remained on my lips but the lust was clear in my eyes. I needed him, not because I knew he was the man behind my many nights of pleasuring my self but because I needed his trust for me to access his computer and be able to find my brother in the document which would have pictures with names of each member, every Mafia had it.

"It's okay sweetheart, you just made this meeting even spicier." I sent a quick wink towards the man double my age, secretly disgusted but continued to rotate my hips on Elliot's lap. Both his hands now rested on my hips, his prick poking my butt and I will not lie and say I did not enjoy it.

"I sure do," I whispered loud enough covering my moan which slipped with it, Elliot pressed me further down on his lap and I could now feel him hard making me bite my lower lip.
"Please continue," Elliot spoke, the light in the room switched off as the projector switched on this allowed me to lean back and enjoy humping him without the fear of anyone seeing us.

Low and quiet moans left my mouth and into his ears, his head now buried in the side of my neck.
"Get under the table and suck me off." I tensed surprised by his words, I wanted to get up and walk away but the pleasure which shot through me at the thought of me on my knees under the table sucking him off with all these men sitting around.

Slowly I slipped under the table, Elliot now looking forward at the projector but every so often his eyes would drop down to look at me, I placed my palm on his thigh above his black trousers and began to stroke it.

I could see the dent in between his leg grow even larger, my hands went further up until it was pressed against his bulge and gave it a light squeeze making him jump and his palms tightened around the arms of the chair.

Ever so slowly I began to unzip him, the lust in his eyes deepened and I could see he did not like me teasing him. Placing my hands inside his trousers I almost let out a moan of pleasure when my hands came in contact with his long, thick and solid cock. Pulling it out, I bit my lower lips leaning closer and began to lick the sides of his shaft, I felt the head of his shaft pulse as my palms gently rubbed it.

From the porn videos, I had watched I knew how to suck a dick, but I was not sure if I would be able to give him the same effect all those women in the videos would be able to give to the man.

I came out of my thoughts when I felt his fingers lace into my hair before gripping it tightly, at this point I was dripping into my underwear. Rubbing my palms up and down his shaft I felt him continue to stiffen, and when I could no longer wait and the need to taste him filled me I thrust his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck."I heard him yell, and I could already assume everyone's attention was now on him.
"This presentation does not include everything I have asked for." He quickly covered up his slip up, making me relax and continue to suck him. My tongue placed around before lifting my head until the head of his cock and I stuck my tongue out and licked it.

Instantly I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum and knew he was close to an orgasm. I began to fasten my pace around his cock, and decided I wanted to feel all his dick inside of my mouth. Sliding his cock further into my mouth, until the head hit the back of my throat and I could feel my saliva around his dick.

He continued to stroke my hair and gently push my head further down and I could feel his dick sliding into my throat, my palms clenched around his thighs feeling my eyes water up slightly. My eyes watched him as his head fell back and his eyes roll into the back of his head whilst he continued to slowly slide his dick in and out of me before I felt him tense and he slid his dick back down my throat and it was when I felt his orgasm, I almost choked at how hard and fast he was squirting his sperm into my mouth and truth to be told I loved it.

Once he calmed down, I slowly pulled out giving it a quick suck I cleaned him up feeling him become limp and the hardness went I tucked him inside his trousers zipped it up and like before slowly slid up. I turned to face him, with my index finder I scooped up the cum from the corner of my lips before sucking my finger. I leaned closer to him and pecked his cheeks before standing up and walking out of the meeting chamber.

I was still shocked at what I had done, I had enjoyed giving him heads. I enjoyed the texture of his cock, it felt right in my hands and mouth. I shook my head reminding myself I was going to be the whore he wanted me to be...until I found my brother.