5 comments/ 27308 views/ 3 favorites The Soprano's By: Bazzza A note from the author: I've attempted something a little different with this story, for it's the first time I've written about well known characters. I've always been a Soprano's fan, and consider it one of the best programmes to have ever hit our screens. I hope this story has captured some of the personalities and how they'd react in situations such as these. I apologise in advance for any geographical errors, but I've never been to New York and used an atlas to obtain the names of towns such as Norfolk and Richmond. As always, I look forward to your feedback. Regards Bazzza The Sopranos It was late when Tony Soprano woke; he drifted slowly into consciousness to the birds chirping noisily outside the bedroom window. He felt the start of a headache, the effects from a late night with the boys and too much booze. He lay still with his arm over his eyes trying to block out the light, but it was to no avail, his head began a steady unwanted pounding. He cursed and threw back the covers, then gingerly turned sideways and swung his legs to the floor before sitting up. He still felt the effects of Uncle Junior's bullet tearing though his body many months previous, the weakened tissue and muscle still making day to day life a little difficult. He took a few seconds before getting to his feet; then staggered with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom to urinate. He watched with interest as the stream of urine hit the porcelain, a few years back it had been a powerful jet, but now it was remarkably less. Just another sign of getting old, he reminded himself. After finishing, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, his formidable belly stretching his white singlet; he quickly looked away and muttered another curse. Getting old ain't no fun he reminded himself. Downstairs, he found Carmela busy in the kitchen and AJ eating a bowl of cereal. Carmela turned and smiled at his arrival, ignoring his dishevelled appearance. "Hi Ton, there's coffee in the pot. You want one?" Tony smiled as he sat down at the breakfast bar, "Thanks." He switched his attention to AJ who had wisely turned back to his cereal bowl. Things hadn't been good between father and son lately, Tony was annoyed at his lack of drive and aspirations. The boy had dropped out of his studies after poor results, and now spent most of the time doing just about nothing. Job hunting didn't seem to be high on his list of priorities. Tony had always worked hard and got to where was today through hard graft. He's provided well for his family and was a respected head of a mob family. He had no time for lazy none achievers; and the fact that his son was fast becoming one was a little hard to swallow. "What're you doing today?" Tony asked. "Nothin much, just hanging out with friends." he muttered. "These friends got jobs?" The last thing AJ wanted was an argument with his old man; he quickly gulped down the last mouthfuls from the bowl and placed it in the sink. "Gotta go." he muttered and left the room. Carmela placed his coffee on the bar and kissed him on his hairless forehead, "You need to go a bit easy on AJ, there's a rift developing between you two. It'll come to no good, I know it." Tony sipped his coffee before replying, "He needs to do something with his life for christ's sake. We've given that boy everything he wants, and now look at him." "He'll come right, just give him a bit of time, he's a good kid at heart." Tony watched Carmela as she moved around the kitchen, they chatted about anything but AJ; for they both knew it would only lead to harsh words. Life had been difficult lately, but their relationship had prospered through it and neither wanted a fight. She was a good woman Tony reminded himself. Strong willed and honest with a big heart, she was at his side day and night when he was in hospital. A pillar of strength Silvio told him, holding the family and friends together and making sure the doctors and nurses attended his every need. Tony smiled lustfully as his eyes focused on her tight jeans, her well rounded buttocks and shapely thighs still did it for him. He felt the stirrings of an erection and stroked himself with some pleasure beneath the breakfast bar. He waited patiently until Carmela leaned conveniently across to pick up his empty cup, his hands pulled her in tight and he placed his face in her ample cleavage. She grinned at his erection pushing into her and placed another kiss on his forehead. "Tony Soprano, you should be ashamed of yourself. You're far too sick to be thinking such impure thoughts." His hand slipped between her denim covered thighs and stroked her just how she liked it, "How about we go upstairs and take my mind off the severe pain I'm in?" She pushed away from him, took two wise steps backwards out of his reach and grinned, "Sorry, but I'm meeting the girls' downtown. And anyway, any pain you're feeling is self inflicted, no sympathy I'm sorry." Tony pushed his shorts down to expose his substantial erection standing proudly to attention in his shorts, "What am I gonna do about this thing?" Carmela laughed as she picked up her bag and car keys from the bench, "How about a date tonight? An early night and you can show me if it still works okay." "Do I get a kiss goodbye?" he asked. "Not a chance, even in your condition, you're dangerous and can't be trusted." Five minutes after Carmela left, the phone rang. Tony answered it to Carmela's purring voice. You didn't try hard enough she told him, and that she loved him. He grinned when he put the phone down, she was surely gonna get it good he promised himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't quite true that AJ had absolutely zero aspirations, for later that afternoon he was in the bedroom of Tina Cameron. He'd been chasing the dark haired Tina for some weeks, but to little avail. Her reputation of being easy wasn't coming to any fruition; he'd taken her out a few times but she'd thwarted his lustful intentions at each attempt. But she'd let him progress a little further each time to keep him interested, and he was sure her capitulation wasn't far away. She was sort of cute and always fun to be with. While short in stature from her mothers genes, her body was a bombshell. Her breasts large and round, and her short shapely toned legs were worth more than a second and third glance. She liked short skirts and had little inhibitions about stretching upwards or bending down and showing a glimpse of her panties, which only made AJ more determined to bed her. They were safe, Tina assured AJ. Her father was out of town on a business trip and her mother out playing golf. They had each downed a couple of pre-mixed bourbon and cokes and were relaxed and happy. And to the loud sound of Bon Jovi, they petted on Tina's narrow bed. By this time, AJ had worked out that Tina liked to kiss, her breasts were a little bit of a turn on when stroked, but her pussy was the most sensuous and therefore the attention of his lustful advances. His fingers stroked her legs as their tongues danced; each little stroke got higher up the outside of her thighs lifting her skirt that much more. Tina lay on her back, her legs just slightly apart to allow his fingers to slide from the outside to the inside of her thighs. She sighed as his fingers found the front of her panties, and allowed her legs to part a little further. After a few seconds, his hand slipped under the front of her panties and through her curls, his fingers quickly moved between her wet lips and straight inside her. "Ohhhhhhhh." she whispered as his finger slipped deep inside her. For the next few minutes, AJ toyed with her pussy, a little on her clitoris, but mostly exploring her warm and wet insides. Tina squirmed under his touch, pushing up at his finger and wriggling her buttocks, her breathing was deep and kisses long and tender. Thinking she was ready, AJ began to slide her panties downwards with his free hand. Tina promptly removed his hand from the waist band of her panties; but allowed his other hand to continue playing with her pussy. But AJ while disappointed; wasn't giving up; he carried on kissing and stroking her pussy lifting her arousal further and further. With his free hand, he discreetly undid his jeans and eased them down, his erect cock glad of its freedom. Bit by bit, he leaned over Tina while his fingers carried on with their important work. And then quickly and smoothly, he rolled between her thighs, his thumb easing aside her panties. With a simple push, his cock bypassed her panties and slid straight and halfway into her pussy, a second little push and he was fully inside her. "Nooo, noooo." Tina cried. "I don't want to, please stop." she lied. But AJ began pushing back inside her with long strokes, and her legs were soon locked around his buttocks. AJ grinned with satisfaction, for he'd finally got there. Her pussy felt like a warm succulent sponge, deliciously wet and tight on his cock. "You're a dirty bastard AJ Soprano." she whispered while lifting his shirt over his head and pushing his jeans down with her feet. "Get off me for a sec so I can take my panties off. They're hurting me." AJ reluctantly withdrew from her and rolled to her side, Tina raised her hips, pushed her pink panties down and kicked them off. He caught a glimpse of a triangle of dark curls before Tina pushed her skirt down her thighs and disposed of it. Pushing AJ flat on his back, Tina straddled him leaving his cock sticking upwards on her navel. Taking him in hand, she examined his cock with interest for a few seconds. "Mmmmmm, not very big is it?" she accused. "Big enough." AJ replied indignantly. Tina grinned and raised her body allowing his cock to slip back between her pussy lips, after a little adjusting of her lips, she lowered herself onto it. "Marty Decker's got a big one." she commented as she began to move up and down. Marty was a guy a bit older than AJ, they went to the same school for a few years although they were never friends. "Did you like it?" he asked. "Yep, I like big cocks, but a small one's quite nice too." "How many big cocks have you had?" "Only Marty's. I'd fuck him any old time, but he's got a girlfriend now and doesn't wanna know me. So now I'm stuck with you." AJ laughed, he wasn't at all put off by Tina's confessions; in fact it turned him on, "Small cock and all." "Yep, but I'm sure we'll have a good time." AJ turned his attention to Tina's breasts straining against the tight elastic of her boob tube; she leaned forward to make it easier for him. He cupped them in his hands before sliding the tube upwards freeing her breasts, and then laughed as they dropped onto his chest. "Fuuuuuuck, look at those mother fuckers. Man, they are some serious looking tits." he chuckled. Tina indignantly swung her heavy breasts in his face, and it wasn't without causing a little pain. It was like being slugged with two bean bags he thought to himself. They soon settled down to a bit of serious fucking. Tina did most of the work sliding back and forth; AJ was perfectly content sucking on her large nipples. It was a while before Tina slipped backwards, took his cock in her mouth and began to demonstrate another talent. Holding his cock in her hand with only the head protruding, Tina suckled and licked until he was on the brink of filling her mouth with his cum. Luckily, she sensed it and released his cock just before he did so. "Any good at licking pussy?" she asked. A couple of seconds later, AJ was between her thighs peering up at her pussy and wondering whether he really wanted to stick his face in there. It was a sopping wet mess, her dark curls flattened against her skin. Her huge pussy lips were parted exposing just as large inner lips, her opening was agape and he could see the pinkness of her insides. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Fuck, you've got the ugliest pussy I've ever seen." he replied humorously. She laughed while reaching down and pulling his face into her sopping pussy, "I don't care cause I don't have to look at it. Just stop bitching and get on with it." For the next few minutes, AJ toiled diligently away as Tina squirmed under his touch. His face felt like it was in a bucket of warm water, his face covered in her juices as his tongue and fingers worked her. "You might have a small dick, but you can sure eat pussy." she whispered after a while. "I'll tell my friends if you like." "About my small dick, or about my pussy licking?" "Couldn't exactly mention one without the other. Anyway, none of them like big one from what they tell me, so you could be in hot demand. I've had enough of that, lets fuck some more." AJ was soon between Tina's thighs with her legs tightly around him, they fucked slowly and gentle as they enjoyed each other's body, and were blissfully completely unaware of the devastation that was about to befall them. Tina's father, Ricky Cameron was a very unhappy man. Ricky was the senior account manager for a large precision bearing company; he was both a powerful and successful executive, and respected by most who knew him. But his confidence had just taken a severe setback; one of his major customers had advised him that they were taking their business to the market place. Ricky's company was no longer guaranteed their business and would now have to tender for it. For two long days he'd lobbied hard to exclusively retain their business, but it was to be of no avail. Realising that he was going to do no good by arguing his case, he had decided to return home a day early to prepare his future strategy. His fairly large financial bonus depended on him retaining his customer base, and this one was too big to let go. By the time Ricky turned into his driveway, he was tired and kind of philosophical about his chances. But his mood changed the instant he killed the engine of his car, the rock music booming from the house loud enough to be heard halfway down the street. He cursed loudly as he entered the house and dropped his bags before angrily pounding his way up the stairs. Normally, he would have knocked on his daughter's bedroom door before entering, but as it was slightly open, he didn't bother. The sight before him stopped him dead, for there was his lovely innocent little daughter with her legs high in the air, and some lout between them rocking back and forth. He stood in shock unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes, his little girl groaning in undeniable pleasure as she was being fucked. Ricky roared in anger and launched himself across the room, AJ opened his eyes an instant before the first wild punch caught him on the side of the head. AJ rolled from between Tina's thighs to get away, the second punch only just missing. Tina screamed in fright as her father launched across the bed at AJ ignoring her nudity. AJ found himself trapped in the corner and with nowhere to go, he placed one hand high over his face and the other over his genitals to protect himself. Ricky Cameron was a big powerful man, and with his large ham sized fists, set about pummelling AJ with fevered conviction. He flung a screaming Tina aside when she tried to intervene and resumed the beating, only stopping when AJ collapsed to the floor. Still in a rage, he dragged a nude AJ by his feet down twenty carpeted stairs, thorough the front door and disposed of him in a heap on the front lawn. He glared down at him and delivered two well aimed kicks to the ribs. Ricky then re-entered the house to sort out his daughter who'd by this time had wisely locked herself behind a sturdy bathroom door. The yells and screams had attracted the neighbours, and 911 quickly dialled. Ten minutes later, the Cameron residence resembled a crime scene. Uniformed cops had handcuffed Ricky to keep him subdued while the paramedics worked on the well battered AJ. His clothes had been brought downstairs, and a wallet in his jeans provided identification. One of the paramedics was Italian and recognised the Soprano name; he looked down at AJ and took in the blood and bruising. In frustrated anger, he stood up and approached an agitated Ricky who was being closely watched by the uniform cops. "You know who that is?" he asked Ricky. "I don't give a flying fuck who that is, he got what's coming to him, that's all." Ricky replied. The paramedic grinned cynically, "I think that might be Tony Soprano's son. And if it is, I don't think you're gonna like what's coming to you." One of the cops whistled at Ricky, "Tony Soprano, you're fucked man, you're well and truly fucked." "Who the fucks Tony Soprano" Ricky asked." "Run the mob in Jersey." the uniform replied. "A real hard arse, if that's his son down there, I'd start packing if I were you, or make sure your life insurance is good. Don't wanna leave your family with a big mortgage on this place." And for the first time, Ricky realised that he might be in some serious trouble. Ninety minutes later, Tony and a tearful Carmela Soprano looked down at their unconscious son; his face was now black and blue with bruising and blown up out of shape. He was hardly recognisable with all the hospital tubes up his nose and all the other medical paraphernalia. His bare chest also well marked from the punches and kicks that Ricky had delivered. A few steps back stood Christopher and Paulie who'd arrived with their boss. A concerned but angry Tony took a step back and turned to his henchmen. "Find that fuck quick and then ring me." he muttered. "Sure thing Ton." Christopher replied. Christopher and Paulie turned and walked from the room. "I'm gonna enjoy finding this fucker." Paulie muttered. "Amen to that." Christopher replied. "But we'd better leave him to Ton. Hell, I wouldn't wanna be in his shoes when we find him." After Ricky had been charged with assault and then released on bail, Ricky prudently moved his family to a motel. But it wasn't without a fight, his wife and Tina's mother Sandy didn't want to leave the family home. A now very angry Tina told her father in no uncertain terms that she was over eighteen and could fuck anyone she wanted; much to both parent's disgust. Tina also confirmed that AJ was indeed Tony Soprano's son; one of the attractions was bedding a dangerous mobster's son. Later that evening, one of Ricky's neighbours rang Ricky's cell phone to tell him that there were some very scary guys knocking on his front door, and now they were parked outside his house no doubt waiting for his return. Ricky quickly and wisely packed the family bags, and started out on the long drive to his brother's place in a small town on the outskirts of Norfolk, hopefully where they'd be safe. Breaking his bail conditions wasn't exactly high on his agenda. Over the next few days, AJ's condition improved, he became more alert and coherent. The doctors were confident that there would be no long term problems, and only rest would be required for his full recovery. When Carmela wasn't around, AJ told his father what had happened, and that the sex was consensual. AJ grinned and told him that she'd the biggest pair of mother fucking tits he'd ever seen, and they both laughed as men do. A relieved Tony then turned his thoughts back to his attacker. For Tony's crew, it had seemed that Ricky Cameron had disappeared from the face of the earth. They'd gotten his photo from his company web page; they knew what he looked like and that he drove a dark blue Chrysler. But they soon became frustrated at their inability to locate Ricky; and round the clock they watched the house and his place of work. One of the things that Tony liked about young Christopher Moltistani was that he was clever and thought outside the square, that's why he was a captain. Christopher's attention soon turned to Tina and thought she may be the weak link. Over a few days, he found out who her friends were and made contact with them. Approaching three of them when they were alone, he offered them substantial money and a little cocaine if they could give him Tina's whereabouts. He made up an innocent sounding cock and bull story as to why he wanted to contact her, and his deviousness nature assured them that it was all innocent. The Sopranos 1999 - Season One, Episode Six - Pax Soprano James Gandolfini walked onto the set wearing his dressing gown which covered his white vest and boxers. He didn't feel totally comfortable walking around in his vest and boxers just yet, but in this scene he was going to be mostly covered by a sheet. He reminded himself that he would get to spend the next hour with Lorraine Bracco lying over him topless, hidden under the sheet, so he told himself he should be looking forward to that. After having already filmed some scenes with her as Tony Soprano's psychiatrist, Dr Jennifer Melfi, he was already finding his mind wandering and starting to wonder what was hidden under those clothes, and now he was about to see, unless she got shy and kept herself totally hidden from him. In this scene he was to be dreaming about getting a blowjob from a figure, which is initially hidden under a black satin sheet, but then emerges for him to see it is Dr Melfi he has been dreaming about, so Lorraine would not only be topless, she would be moving around on him pretending to suck him off. "Not a bad day at work," he thought. The Director came over to James and said that Lorraine was running late, and they were not sure when she would get there. He was frustrated. "We have to start filming soon...I don't know where the hell she is," and with that he walked off, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. There appeared to be a few other people trying to locate Lorraine and James watched as some others went off to try to get some information. Ten minutes passed and James started to get agitated himself with nothing happening, but then the Director came back onto the set and walked up to James. "Jamie-Lynn is outside and she said she will step in on this scene...alright?, So let's get it going," the Director said. "Hang on, what? Jamie is going to do it? But... does she know it's a ... you know... a kind of sex scene. I mean I pretend to get sucked off in this one and she'd need to be...well the script says she's to be topless." "Of course she fucking knows," he was becoming exasperated, "sorry, yes, she does know what's involved and I explained to her about having to be topless, even under the sheet in case of any views under that we do get. And she's literally just turned 18 years old so we're lucky on that one. Look, I know it's not ideal but we need to start this scene, like now." "Okay, okay," James nodded. The Director turned and gave the nod to someone and they went away round a corner to collect Jamie-Lynn Sigler. Jamie-Lynn played Tony Soprano's daughter, Meadow, so was James's on-screen daughter which is one of the reasons he felt a little uncomfortable with the situation. The other reasons were that in the time he worked with her over the recent months doing the first five episodes, he had started to fantasise about her. There was no doubting she was beautiful, with her shoulder length dark hair and deep dark eyes. But it wasn't those features he had fantasized about. It was her body, her slim hips over her rounded ass and perky teenage breasts. He had enjoyed filming the previous episode where Tony Soprano took Meadow to see prospective colleges and he had filmed some one on one scenes with her in a car and a restaurant, and he had he realised how beautiful she was and they spent alot of time just talking when they weren't filming. It was after filming this episode that he found himself starting to fantasise about her. He never thought that so soon after that he'd be working with her being topless. He told himself that she was to be hidden under the sheet anyway and probably wouldn't see anything, though he'd have a good try to see something. People started to wander back in and then in came Jamie-Lynn. He saw she was wearing a white robe which was pulled tight across her chest. He instinctively glanced down at her breasts to see if he could see her nipples and quickly looked away hoping he hadn't been caught. He started to get nervous and swept his hand across his receding hair. He went and sat down on the edge of the bed. The Director led Jamie-Lynn over then turned to the crew saying "OK, anyone not got a job to do on this one...out! We don't need any more than necessary," and with that people started to turn to leave, some visibly disappointed. One went round and lit all the candles around the bed as this was to be a dimly lit scene, and then someone turned the lights down. As the people dispersed, Jamie-Lynn walked closer to James and looked him in the eye. She was nervous as hell, and was breathing deeply to try to calm herself down. "Hi," James said, "um, it's good of you to step in on this scene, you didn't have to." "Well, Lorraine hasn't arrived yet and Edie and Drea aren't on set til later, so I guess I was just lucky to be here to volunteer for it." "You volunteered? I thought they pushed you to do it," James said. "No, I said I would. I wanted to." The Director came across, "Ready? Yeah? Okay, get into position please, James you lay back on the bed, Jamie-Lynn you, uh climb on top of him, between his legs and we'll pull the sheet over you." Jamie-Lynn looked nervous again, James thought. He stood to slide his robe off. "I'll go first I guess" he smiled, getting nervous himself, and he dropped it off his shoulders and threw it to the side. Jamie-Lynn looked down at James' vest and boxers and he joked "Not the most attractive outfit, I know." She took a deep breath and untied the robe and grasped each side and pulled it open, only to James' gaze, and watched his eyes immediately drop to her breasts. She was a 32B and believed she looked quite pretty naked, but she had wanted to see his reaction. His eyes widened and he stared, and just stared at her boobs. He looked down at the black panties she was wearing, below he toned stomach and smooth, slightly curved thighs. "Okay?" she asked, jolting him back to reality. "Yeah, yeah," he said looking up. He couldn't believe how perfect her body was. She reached up to draw the robe away from her shoulders which pushed her boobs out towards him and he couldn't help but look down again. Her nipples were not too big in area and her little nubs were poking up, probably with the cold he thought. She dropped the robe behind her and James was suddenly aware of the remaining crew now checking out her ass which was now exposed to them, and realising he was the only one that could see her boobs just now. She stood there in front of him, not moving, until James turned and sat on the edge of the bed, then swung his legs up so he was lying down. There was silence until the Director came up behind her and said quietly, "Okay, um, just climb on top...get up on the bed, James, move your legs apart so Jamie-Lynn can lie in between them." James spread his legs giving her space to get between them and she got up, crawling across him, unwittingly exposed her ass again and also the little strip covering her pussy to the guys behind her, and knelt between his ankles, then quickly lay down on her front. She put her hands on his thighs to move herself around and get comfortable. James got a quick rush of sensation in his balls as her hands were so close to them, then she lay flat onto him with her elbows on the outside of his thighs and her body fully between his legs, and her head now directly above his crotch. "Shit, shit, shit" he thought, he felt her naked body against his thighs and his mind was rushing at the thought of her lying there now, and he thought he could feel his cock start to thicken, "Fuck!" he closed his eyes and lay his head back and thought of something totally mundane and concentrated hard on that and after about twenty seconds he could no longer feel it. "Are you okay?" Jamie-Lynn asked him. He looked down at her and nodded without saying anything. The Director came across and pulled the black satin sheet over her and she disappeared from view, then went back to get the camera ready, "Thirty seconds," he shouted. Jamie-Lynn rose up so her head came into view, and said to James, "Are you sure you're okay? I mean with this..." and she rose up higher so her chest was exposed and he felt that she was deliberately showing him her tits this time, "... I'm a little nervous myself, but I'll do my best." She moved down again and he felt her right breast drag across his left thigh as she got comfortable. This gave him a jolt and he felt his cock harden again. "Ten seconds," the Director shouted. James concentrated on what he could feel under the sheet and felt Jamie-Lynn's hands moving up his thighs, coming to rest at the top, and she rose up slightly. "Action!" James closed his eyes and pushed his head back into the pillow, parting his lips, as he mimicked getting sucked, and he felt Jamie-Lynn start to move about as her weight shifted against him and her hands dug into his thighs. She was directly above his cock and moved her head up and down and side to side, and a couple of times on the downward movement her chin or her cheek connected with his cock and she suddenly realised that James was getting an erection. She became more vigorous in her movements, and tried to bump against his cock some more, then slid her right hand down to his inner thigh and probed up the leg of his boxers to try to feel his balls against her fingers. She had the sudden urge to touch him there, and she could feel the heat from them. Her fingertips poked into them and James felt his cock pulse and rise up and rub against Jamie-Lynn's face, and he pushed his hips upwards to feel the pressure against the head of his cock. At this moment her hand moved away and she rose up again, losing all contact with his cock and his balls, and he groaned quietly. She writhed around under the sheet again and he looked down at her. She was really going at it, throwing her head up and down and looking very believable. He started to wonder about her own experience of blowjobs, and then pictured her sucking on a long hard cock, then wanking it's hard shaft in her little hand it to make it shoot. She moved side to side again and he definitely felt her breasts bounce across his thighs. This made his cock pulse even harder and he pushed up against Jamie-Lynn aching for some contact. Her face came down again just as he pushed up and his boxers-clad cock hit her right in the face, and she drove herself against it, and rubbed her face against his erect shaft. He started to breathe heavily and then suddenly he felt something grasp him, as Jamie-Lynn grabbed his cock through his boxers and squeezed firmly right up his dick. She started to rub his cock up and down the whole length and then concentrated on the head and massaged it firmly. "Fuck, fuck!", James screamed to himself and he felt the rushes of pleasure, then suddenly... "Cut!" "Fuck No!" James turned to look at the Director, as he walked across towards them. "Just checking the lighting," he said. He stood over them and James looked down and saw Jamie-Lynn moving under the sheet. "Jamie-Lynn, do you want to get some air?" The Director asked her. "Okay," she said and lifted the sheet a little, to look James in the eye, but kept the sheet just on her head so only he could see her. He looked down at her as she raised herself up a little showing the cleavage of her soft breasts. "You're hard," she whispered, and looked down at his cock still hidden inside his boxers, and put her hand across the top of it and gripped it through the material. He groaned. He watched her hand on his cock, looking quickly over to the crew to see if they could see anything but he knew they couldn't. She raised herself up higher and the tips of her breasts came into his view. "Are you okay with this?" she asked him. He just nodded. She moved and brushed her boobs across his thighs, and he could the feels her hard nipples against his skin. "Thirty seconds, everyone," the Director called, "you both ready?" "Yes," James said, and Jamie-Lynn disappeared from view again. Immediately he felt her hand moving on his cock and he could feel her grabbing at his boxers, and suddenly he felt his cock come free of the material, and her hand wrap around it. With her free hand she lifted the sheet again and he looked down at her. She was lying low against him, his erect cock sticking straight up with her small hand gripping it and holding it against her right cheek. She looked him right in the eye, turned her head slowly and kissed his shaft, then disappeared under the sheet. "Ten seconds." He lay back and concentrated and felt her hand sliding up and down his cock, gripping firmly, then releasing as she moved. "Action!" He got into the zone and put on his performance, but was so aware of the near naked Jamie-Lynn now wanking him under the cover. She slid her left hand up and found his balls and started to play with them, rolling them around. He realised this may never happen again and wanted to enjoy every moment of it. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation on the head of his cock, and it gave him a jolt. It can't be, he thought. The sensation then engulfed his shaft and he knew she had taken him into her mouth. Fuckin hell! New feelings rushed through his groin and he pushed up to meet her mouth trying to get as deep into her as he could. She slid her lips up and down his erection and fondled his balls to heighten his sensation. He looked down and she was moving around just as she had before, but this time she really was sucking him. It became more intense and he knew he wouldn't last long if she kept going. He could feel her running her tongue now around the head which felt so sensitive, then back into her mouth again. He got worried about actually shooting his load as it would be obvious to the crew with the mess everywhere, unless... Surely she wouldn't want to do that. It got to the point where he did couldn't worry about it anymore and he felt the warmth rush up his thighs, his balls tingle, her mouth was going faster on him, his cock jerked and wave after wave of pleasure rushed to the head of his penis as he felt himself explode and release his load. She hadn't released him and he knew his come was pumping into Jamie-Lynn's mouth. It was one of the strongest orgasms he could remember. He could feel his dick pulsing and pulsing about eight times and he arched his back and almost drew back from her mouth, then felt his stomach spasm and with one last push forced his cock into her face for the final strong spurt, his eyes screwed tightly shut, then fell back on the bed, feeling drained. His breathing was ragged, and he tried to slow it down. His body started to quiver a little with the tiny rushes of pleasure still pulsing through him. He could feel her mouth still moving on him, sucking him softly. He looked down and saw her moving under the sheet. Her hand was running over his balls, massaging them. A smile crept across his face. "Cut!, That was great." He jerked back to reality and quickly became very aware of what had just happened. He looked round to see if the crew had noticed. Some were watching him, No, they were watching the sheet. He knew they were waiting for Jamie-Lynn to uncover herself, but she just lay there for a few moments, then she rose up so he could see her face. She was still holding his cock up almost against her cheek. She opened her mouth, tilting her head back a little and pushed her tongue out. She stared right at him. He could see the puddle of his come on her tongue. She raised her tongue up against her top lip and slowly flicked it left and right, coating her lip with his semen. Then she drew her tongue and made a very obvious show of swallowing it. Then she brought her bottom lip up and caught the semen coating her top lip. "Mmm," she said quietly, "I like the taste." He just stared at her, not knowing what to say. He looked to the crew and back again. They were busy with other things now. "Thanks," was all he could think of saying. She pushed herself up so her breasts came into view and rubbed the head of his softening cock across her left nipple, squeezing out the last drop of his spunk. "I like having come on my boobs," she said. She gave the head of his cock one last soft suck to get the last of it off, and he winced as it was sensitive, then tucked it back into his boxers and pushed herself up to a kneeling position, the sheet falling off her. "How was that?" she asked the Director. The Director and the rest of the crew turned to see her sitting there and get a look at her tits again. "That was great, looked very real! Thanks for stepping in on that one, it saved us a bit of time." She looked back at James, and saw he was looking her up and down. She knew she was pretty but she still got a kick from seeing a man looking at her in the way he was. His eyes lingered on her breasts and she looked down to see the slight glisten of his sperm on the tip of her boob. He looked up to her face and they locked eyes for a moment. "I like having come on my boobs, this is the second time" she said again quietly. James immediately imagined what had happened the first time, her first experience. Had she jacked a guy off onto her tits, was he fucking her and pulled out to come on her? He'd love to know. With that she got up, leaning forward on her hands, her breasts almost hanging over his face and stepped off the bed. His eyes followed her and he looked directly between her legs and she saw him. She bent to pick up her gown and pulled it round her shoulders and faced him. She looked down, following his gaze, then out of sight of the crew, put her fingers between her legs and touched herself, "I'm wet," she said. She looked at him, then turned away. Jamie-Lynn walked back to her dressing room, and threw the robe in a corner, then sat in a large soft chair wearing just her panties. She looked down and could see James's wet sperm still shining on her breast. She ran her fingers lightly down over her breasts, pushing hard into her stomach then down her thighs. She traced a finger of her right hand up her inner thigh and across her mound then hooked her fingers into her underwear and slid them down her legs and off. She rubbed her left boob softly, gently rubbing James's come into her skin, and with her right started to pull her fingers through the folds of her pussy up to her clit. Her head fell back as she thought of James and his cock that she had taken into her mouth. She couldn't believe she had done it. She started to fantasise about what it would feel like inside her pussy. Her back slid down in the chair as she pushed up against her fingers, quickly rubbing her clit, pinching her nipple, massaging her breast. She jumped when there was a knock at the door. She froze, looking around. Her robe was at the other side of the room. "Who is it?" she asked. "James. Is it okay if I come in? Are you dressed? Is it okay?" She imagined him standing just the other side of the door, wanting to come in, and her naked just a few feet from him, her fingers wet with her pussy juices. She realised she wanted him to see her like this, wanted him to see her pussy, wanted him to touch her. "Come in," she said. The door clicked and swung open a bit, his head slid round the edge, she saw his eyes widen as he saw her. The door swung open more. "I'm not dressed, but it's okay." Her hand was still between her legs and she pulled it away, closing her legs so he still didn't see her pussy. She wanted to tease him a little. He walked in and closed the door. He was wearing his robe. "Umm, I just wanted to drop by...to see you...to speak to you...after....well...that." She nodded. "Did you enjoy it?" He laughed "Shit, yeah, I enjoyed it. I didn't expect it." The Sopranos "Have you ever thought about that before? Have you ever thought about me before?" He hesitated. Should he answer honestly, should he deny any thoughts had ever crossed his mind? She had just sucked him off and was now sitting naked in front of him, so he reckoned he could safely confess. "Well, yeah, I have." He looked down, unsure of her reaction. "Have you? So have I," she said, "in fact I was just thinking about you before you came in. I was stroking myself. Thinking about you." His eyes widened. "Were you? About me?" he was shocked. She ran her right hand down between her legs and pushed the tips of her fingers into her closed thighs, then slowly spread her legs while cupping her pussy, hiding it from him. "Have you thought about my pussy? Have you ever thought what it looks like? Do you want to see it? Do you want me to show it to you?" "I really want to show it to you. I want you to see my pussy," she thought. She drew her hand up across her stomach and exposed herself. He stared between her legs. Her pussy lips were smooth and he could see they were wet. She had a thin layer of hair above in a wide V shape. "What do you think?" she asked. He shook his head as he was in a daze. "You look beautiful." He knelt down at her feet and put his hands on her knees, and ran them up her thighs quickly, his thumbs grazing her wet lips. She gasped at the suddenness of it. His hands ran up her torso, cupping her breasts, massaging them gently. "They're so soft...so fucking soft." He looked into her eyes and had the urge to kiss her, and leaned forward, tilting her chin up with his fingertips and kissed her. She was hesitant for a second, then kissed him back forcefully, pushing her tongue against his. She put his arms around him and drew his body against her, and she felt his hardness directly against her pussy. She broke the kiss. "I want you, I really want you." She reached down and grasped his hardness through the material of his boxers. With one hand she worked the edge of his boxers down at the side of his hips until they were sitting down around his ass but still caught on his erection. She hooked her fingertips into the waistband and pulled them forward, over his hard-on and down, and they slid down his thighs. She breathed out as she gripped his ass and pulled him towards her. He felt the tip of his cock press against her and looked down. At that angle his cockhead was bumping against the soft pillows of her ass cheeks below her pussy. He leant back so his cock rose and moved forward until it touched her vagina. He pushed slightly and he saw his cockhead push into her pussy lips, then suddenly they gave way and his cock entered her. She gasped. He stopped with the head of cock his cock just inside her, then moved forward again and watched as the length pushed its way into her warm hole. She felt so warm and so soft. She dipped her hips and they pushed forward onto him. They locked eyes and both pushed, bringing their bodies closer and his cock deep inside her. She looked down and saw his belly an inch away from her mound. She touched the little bit of his shaft was still exposed and gripping it with her thumb hooked over the top, she slid her fingers round and underneath and squeezed his shaft and liked how hard it felt under the smooth skin. Her fingers ran over his balls and bounced them feeling their weight against her fingertips. She let go, leaned back, easing her legs apart, letting her arms falls to her side so she felt completely exposed and ready to be taken. "Fuck me," she said simply "just fuck me." James gripped her hips in his strong hands. She felt quite fragile now under him. He drew his cock back out of her, and he could see it glistening with her juices, then slowly drove it into her fully so he was completely in her. He gave a few more strokes, building up a pace, and watched as each thrust caused her breasts to shudder on her chest. He had enjoyed watching her breasts move around as she walked around the set but now he was seeing them totally exposed. He started to fuck her harder, driving into her and pulling her back onto him with her hips. She gasped with each hard thrust, her chin dipped to her chest, looking up at him with those sultry eyes. She reached between them and touched her fingertips to her clit and frantically rubbed it. It wasn't long before she could feel her orgasm coming, her chest flushed with heat, her whole body started to tingle, her head fell back, pushing her breasts up. He reached up and ran his hands over her breasts massaging them, pinching at her nipples. He fucked into her hard for a few seconds then slowed to a steady pace. Harder then slowly again. He didn't want to come too quickly, and wanted her to get off as well. He really wanted to watch her come. Her fingers were whirring around on her clit, her breathing was getting deeper. "I'm going to come...ohhh....oh fuck...that's it....that's," she looked at him, "I'm coming!" Her body started to quiver, her fingers flicked her clitoris faster, "Keep fucking me, harder, harder! Yes!! Oh fuck!" Her eyes half closed in a dreamlike state, her mouth dropped open and she gave a long low moan, then a quick shiver and fell back, forcing out short breaths. James kept his cock sliding into at a steady pace, slowing a little as she came down from her orgasm. He gently massaged her breasts and stroked her nipples, tracing her fingertips all over her soft teenage flesh. She opened her eyes and said "I want you to come in me now." Hearing her say that, helped send him over the edge. He started pumping into her with very fast, short movements, feeling the orgasm building up very quickly. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, and she reached down and grabbed them, and rolled them in her hand. She loved how heavy they felt and imagined them full of his come. He knew he couldn't last much longer and concentrated hard on the feelings that were surging up his cock. His legs felt like jelly and weakened slightly as he felt his cock explode inside her. He clenched his teeth and let out a loud guttural moan as he pumped streams of sperm into her pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." he kept repeating as his body heaved forward onto hers and he almost collapsed onto her. It was a very quick but intense orgasm and he could feel his whole body tense up. Jamie-Lynn could feel his cock pulsing inside her and pumping out his warm load, and the sensation caused her body to convulse in a mini orgasm. She could feel her stomach muscles clenching as her pussy gripped his cock and squeezed his come out, drawing it into her. His lay his head on her chest, and he liked how soft her breast felt against his face. She looked down at him and stroked his hair as he moaned quietly and breathed in, out, in, out. He straightened up and looked at her. Naked. Beautiful. Body glistening with sweat. A smile on her face. He smiled back at her. "That was....I don't know...it was....a first for me." "A first for me too," she said. His eyes slid down to her pussy, and his cock still embedded inside her. He could feel he was still a little hard and he pushed against her, making her gasp. She held his hips and pulled him into her again. "That feels nice," she said, "I like having your cock in me. I like having your come in me." She pushed him back and he slid out of her. She held his wet cock in her hand and massaged it softly, feeling it slick with her juices. She ran her thumb through the thick gob of spunk which oozed from the head and scooped it up and brought it to her mouth and sucked it off. "Mmmm," she moaned, staring at him. He looked up and down her body. So fucking sexy, he thought, and let his fingertips trail across her smooth belly, down, and over her pussy lips, pushing in slightly. Then he lifted them to his lips and tasted her juices, savouring it. He drew his gown around himself. "I should... go," he said. Jamie-Lynn nodded and pulled legs together and sat up, her breasts setting themselves straight on her chest. "Thanks," she said, "that was nice. Really nice." He just nodded in return and went to the door, giving one more look over his shoulder at her sitting there naked, and walked out the door. The Soprano's Now, cell phones can be a great tool, but they also have their downside. Ricky would have been wise to remove his daughter's cell phone, but never thought of it. He warned Tina to keep their whereabouts secret, but she became bored after a week of not talking to her friends. She began texting a few of her friends, and after a day or two, revealed to Terri Josephs that she was staying with her uncle in Norfolk, and within a few hours Christopher knew. The information cost him a grand and a little cocaine, he even offered the very pretty Terri a little extra cocaine if she would remove her panties. But after a little thoughtful consideration, Terri turned a very disappointed Christopher down. After letting Tony know of their success, Christopher and Paulie set out for Norfolk arriving late in the evening. Now, it probably unfortunate that Ricky was staying with his brother, if he'd been staying with his wife's brother, the likelihood of him being tracked down with the simple use of the phone book would have been nil. The next morning, armed with a road map and the list of addresses from the phone book under Cameron, Christopher and Paulie took to the streets. It was six o'clock in the evening when they struck pay dirt, a blue Chrysler parked on the front lawn aroused their sagging interest. With a pair of binoculars, Paulie caught sight of the bearing company name of Ricky's employer on the vehicle number plate surround. He grinned at Christopher, "Got im." For the next forty eight hours, they watched Ricky's movements from a distance. It was with some interest that they noticed that Ricky ran early each morning for thirty minutes. Part of his run took him through a wooded park which was devoid of life at that time of the morning, with the exception of the odd jogger. With AJ at home and well on the way to recovery, Tony and Silvio began the long drive towards Norfolk arriving late the next afternoon. Staying in a small motel and using only cash to minimise their being linked to the area, they ate and drank the night away. The next morning, the four men waited in the park close to the well worn track that Ricky used. Ricky took no notice of the four men; they were dressed in track suits and appeared to be out for an early morning stroll. He bade them good morning as he left the track with the attention of running around them. The first he knew anything was wrong was when Paulie side stepped into him and put him off balance. Tony, a few steps behind to ensure Ricky didn't get away, swung a punch catching him squarely in the chest winding him. A second later, Ricky was dragged into the foliage close to the track and down into a deep gulley surrounded in tall trees. For five minutes they walked ignoring Ricky's pleads to be let go, but they went unheeded. Eventually, they found a place to their liking and threw Ricky to the ground. He looked fearfully up at each of them, and they looked down at him without remorse. "That was my son you put in hospital you cunt." Tony frothed. "Look at the size of you, you're fucking twice his size." "He was fucking my daughter." Ricky screamed. "How'd you like to come home and find your daughter being fucked?" Tony glared down at Ricky, his mind wandering to what he would do if he found his Meadow in bed being fucked by some guy. Ricky sensed that he might have struck some sympathy with Tony and staggered to his feet. "You wanna fight me you fat Italian prick? C'mon, just you and me, one on one. We're about the same size." Ricky spat. The next thing Ricky knew was he was looking down the barrel of Christopher's handgun. "You wanna fight?" Christopher mimicked banging the barrel hard into Ricky's forehead. "How about swallowing a bit of lead mister fucking tough guy?" Ricky now paralysed with fright felt warm urine running down his leg. "Get him on his knees and hold him tight." Tony ordered while taking off his jacket and handing it to Silvio. Ricky watched with absolute fear as Tony approached, he knew it was going to be bad. He struggled wildly, but Paulie and Christopher held him tightly in a kneeling position, there was to be no escape. Tony looked down at the man who beat his son; he pictured AJ's battered and bruised face and felt the anger rise from his belly. His first punch caught Ricky full in the face breaking his nose and front teeth, his head rocked backwards offering his jaw as a perfect target. Tony's second punch smashed his jaw in two places. The rest of his punches pummelled him into near unconsciousness, but Tony kept up his assault until he could do so no longer, his breathing laboured and his fists skinned from his ferocious assault. He then nodded to Christopher and Paulie who let him fall to the wet ground. Paulie looked down at Ricky with cruel eyes, "He don't look too fuckin sorry to me." Looking around, Paulie found a piece of fallen tree branch roughly the size of a baseball bat. After telling the others to stand back, Paulie began swinging the branch at Ricky's arms and legs, taking care not hit his head or chest. He didn't want to kill him, just hurt him. After half a dozen solid swings, Tony held his hand up and muttered enough. Christopher rolled Ricky over with his foot so that he was lying face up and pointed his automatic handgun at Ricky's face. "Peease don." came from Ricky's battered mouth. Christopher lowered the handgun to Ricky's face and leered. He swiftly moved it beside his ear and pulled the trigger sending the slug directly into the ground beside his head deafening him. The hot empty cartridge ejected and struck Ricky on the face where it would leave a permanent burn scar. Tony looked down at Ricky with some disgust, and then turned away, "Leave him. Let's get the fuck out of here." Needing an alibi just in case Ricky fingered them, the four men headed for the city of Richmond, only stopping on the side of the road to change out of their track suits into clothing more suitable to men on business. They then drove to a hotel that had been earlier booked. Mob contacts in Richmond would if asked, tell the cops that the four men had been in a business meeting all day, and could have no way been anywhere near Norfolk where a man had been badly beaten. After dining out at a recommended Italian restaurant, the four men headed back to the hotel. They were walking through reception when Tony caught sight of a very familiar lady in an adjacent bar. He told the guys he'd catch them later and then turned back towards the bar. "Dr Melfi." Jennifer Melfi turned and smiled, "Hi Tony. What brings you down here?" He smiled, "Just a little business. You?" "Been visiting my sister, this is the half way point and I always stay here. I don't like driving too far in one day; I'd rather do it over two. I was about to get something to eat; have you eaten, or would you care to join me? I hate to eat alone." "Nah, I haven't eaten." he lied. "I'd love to join you." Tony took in Dr Melfi's form as he followed her into the restaurant, the tight black dress hugging her narrow waist and full buttocks, his eyes dropped to take in her shapely calves and trim ankles. They were soon seated in the near full restaurant, and since they were not in a doctor / client session, the good doctor suggested that he should call her Jennifer, and not Doc. Tony lied once again as he ordered just an entrée', his excuse was that he was watching his weight, ignoring the fact he'd swallowed a substantial three course Italian meal an hour previous. They chatted for a couple of hours, he told her about AJ's beating but not about his revenge, she in turn demonstrated her sorrow and concern. She asked of his skinned and red hands, and again lied easily about doing push up's on his knuckles, part of his new fitness regime. It was around nine o'clock when a pianist started up close to their table, the music too loud for them to talk over. They retreated to Jennifer's room for a nightcap, but only after he promised to behave himself. They sat in opposite chairs chatting aimlessly as they worked towards emptying the mini bar, of whisky, bourbon, rum and gin before resorting to the wine. As time and contents of the mini bar passed, their inhibitions diminished. Jennifer smiled more, and Tony liked the way that her dress rode up a little when she crossed and uncrossed her legs. While Tony Soprano was not a particularly handsome man, Jennifer Melfi found a rugged attractiveness about the man. Being his physiatrist, she knew a lot of his secrets, his strength and his weaknesses, and she also knew he could be a violent and dangerous man. But there was also a gentleness and sadness to him. She knew that he found her desirable, there had been times when he'd propositioned her, and while she was secretly tempted to submit; him being married put her off. But here she was in a hotel room with him, her brain happily fuddled with booze. It's been a long time since she'd been bedded, and she enjoyed sex and was frustrated by the lack of a man in her life. It wasn't loneliness, for she spent all day being around and talking to people. It was more the intimacy that she missed, the kissing and hugging, and the lovely sensation of being ravished. She rose from her chair with the aim of retrieving another bottle from the mini bar, but staggered and fell straight into Tony's arms. Their eyes met briefly; then on equal terms they kissed. It quickly grew passionate and then built to an almost violent intensity. Tony coaxed her towards the bed where they fell in a heavy heap, their legs and arms twisted and trapped. His hand stole between her legs, but the tight cut of her dress limited his progress until she lifted one leg allowing the material to slide upwards. Jennifer's hands were also busy releasing Tony's trousers, and then reaching for his growing erection. She lifted her buttocks high from the bed as her panties were drawn downwards and disposed of. And then Tony slipped between her shapely thighs as he'd dreamed of doing so many times before. Jennifer reached down and guided his cock to her pussy and pushed forcefully upwards, and her legs pinning him close. With some difficulty, she removed her spectacles and placed them on a bedside cabinet to avoid getting them broken as Tony began taking her. Tony thrust at her with unbridled passion, his cock rampant in its desires. It was a physical and demanding encounter, each more interested in their own selfish pleasure than pleasing the other. For a few minutes they grunted and groaned as the hotel bed squeaked beneath them. Jennifer's dress became twisted and uncomfortably tight as it rode up around her body, and she reluctantly called their proceedings to a halt. "I'm ruining a three hundred dollar dress." she murmured. "If we're gonna do this, how about we act like adults and get undressed?" Tony rolled off her and dragged his large frame from the bed before kicking his shoes, socks and trousers off. He watched as Jennifer got to her feet and pushed her dress down so that it was straight and then turned her back to him. "Unzip me." she requested. Tony unzipped the dress from her shoulders down to her waist, then eased it from her shoulders and then over her hips. She stepped out of it and placed the dress tidily on the back of a chair before turning to Tony. A dark blue matching bra and panties hid the good bits, a pair of heavy breasts and the triangle between her thighs. Her skin was smooth, her waist narrow before flaring out to her wide hips. Her thighs were substantial but not unattractive, just full and round with the odd dimple. "So now you get to see me with no clothes." she stated. "Jeezus, you're fuckin somthin, you know that?" Jennifer grinned as she reached around and unsnapped her bra freeing her breasts. They were full and heavy, and gravity held them low. She let him gaze at her for a few seconds before pushing her panties down and stepping out of them. His eyes dropped to the thick black triangle of curls between her thighs, the sight excited him; he took his thick cock in hand and stroked himself in anticipation. "You next." she suggested. Tony stripped off his shirt leaving him only in a white singlet. "You sure you want me take this off, it ain't pretty under here?" She nodded, "I don't care." Tony shrugged off the singlet exposing the red scar running vertically down his chest from his repaired bullet wound. Jennifer took a step forward and ran her finger gently down the scar, and then lowered her mouth to it. She kissed her way gently down the scar and then knelt in front of him taking his cock in her hand. "Mmmmmmmmm, a nice thick Italian cock." she whispered before taking into her mouth. Tony stood still as Jennifer sucked him, he ran his hand through her dark thick hair as her lips and tongue tormented him. Jennifer's mouth was stretched wide, for Tony Soprano's cock was thick and something of a mouthful, her fingers and thumb only just able to meet. She held the shaft still letting her mouth do the work, she liked to suck a nice hard cock, her tongue exploring every little nook and cranny of the head and glands. She could feel Tony tremble under her skills and sucked even harder earning her a groan of pleasure as her spare hand gently cupped his balls. She sensed he was not far from ejaculation and dropped his cock from her mouth. She knew that she would later regret this, but if she was going to do it, it might as well be a long and comfortable fuck. Moving backwards to the comfortable chair behind her, Jennifer slid into it and spread her legs wide in invitation. Tony lustfully moved between them dropping his face to her pussy, her thick mass of curls hiding the delights beneath. His tongue slipped between the curls and found her wet lips; his fingers eased them apart exposing her shape for the first time. With urgency, his mouth found her clitoris and a second later, his finger found her opening. For the next few minutes, Jennifer Melfi sat back with closed eyes and allowed her pussy to be licked. It had been a while since she'd experienced a good licking, and if she'd known it was going to happen, would've trimmed or shaved her pussy. But what she was doing was out of the blue, as an adult, she never participated in casual sex. But tonight was different, and Tony Soprano would just have to put up with her hairy pussy just how it was. She pushed his head from between her thighs and waited as his cock came into view, then sighed with pleasure as his thick girth entered her. Lifting her legs over the thick padded arms of the chair, she gave herself unashamedly to him. His cock was soon slamming into her with force causing her to sigh with each stroke. It was going to be a hard fuck she thought to herself, and she would no doubt be sore afterwards. Tony's eyes took in her body, his hands exploring her heavy thighs. He grinned at the sight of her breasts swaying to the thrusts of his cock slamming into her. "You sure gotta a killer body." he stated. She opened her eyes and grinned, "Thanks. You've got a nice cock." "Woulda shown it to you long before this." he replied. "I don't doubt that." she answered cynically. After a while, Tony's knees began to suffer carpet burns and they moved to the bed. Jennifer eased Tony onto his back and then mounted him, his cock sliding easily to the hilt. He gazed up to take in her good looks, for she was still a stunning woman for all her years, her face beautiful and her body curvaceous. His hands fondled her full breasts, and she lowered them to be licked. He tormented her nipples with little kisses and nibbles as she moved on his cock. Unlike his wife Carmela's lean taut body, Jennifer's was soft under his touch, her breasts larger and heavier. Her pussy was loose and warm but held his cock firmly. Jennifer lowered her body his, their kisses tender and passionate as she rode him skilfully for a while, then rolled sideways from him and lay face down. Tony knelt between her open legs and raised her dimpled buttocks upwards to the desired position. His cock slipped inwards, and he began to push into Jennifer with hard strokes causing her to groan. His hands traced her wide buttocks before sliding upwards to her waist and back. He felt her fingers slide between her pussy lips to tweak her clitoris, her head and shoulders sinking towards the bed. Tony hammered his cock into her exposed pussy, each thrust providing a resounding slap of their meeting bodies. He could feel Jennifer's fingers toying with her clitoris close to his thrusting cock, her body trembling with the pleasure that soared through her body. Suddenly and without warning, she pulled away from Tony and rolled onto her back with her legs spread wide. "Make me cum." she whispered urgently while pushing two pillows under her raised buttocks. "Lick me and fuck me with your fingers." Tony grinned, where was that reserved and constrained Dr Melfi he knew, the one who so seriously listened to his life problems and tried to shape his life. It was hard to imagine it was the same woman who lay before him with spread thighs and her fingers rubbing her hair covered clitoris. "Hurry up." she complained. Tony lowered his face into her waiting pussy, it was warm and wet, her full lips easily covering his cheeks. He mashed his face into her warmth and rubbed his nose up and down her slit before sucking her clitoris into his mouth. He felt her body shudder as he inserted a thick finger inside and then another, her hands pulling his head tight into her so that he couldn't escape. The ride was a rough and tumble affair, Jennifer's pussy sliding up and down over his face as she edged towards orgasm. There was no respite for Tony; he struggled to breathe, made more complicated by a few rogue hairs in his mouth. But he toiled onwards without complaint. Jennifer was in another word, the pleasure soared through her body increasing with intensity every second. It was a worry Tony Soprano was such an accomplished lover, for she could do with a lot of his hard loving. But it would only lead to further complications; she knew this because he wasn't the first married man she had bedded. But at this moment, she cared not. Her orgasm approached with the intensity of a hurricane, it thundered through her body from the tips of her toes to her confused brain. She suffered it silently with the exception of a few heavy sighs, praying only that Tony kept going. But her worries were for nothing, for Tony picked her orgasm with precision. He held her shuddering body tightly to maintain his rhythm, and rode her pleasure out until she collapsed down onto the pillows and closed her thighs tightly around his head. But Jennifer's ordeal hadn't finished, for all this had excited Tony immensely. He slipped upwards between her thighs and guided his cock into her pussy; he thrust into her with unbridled passion and began hammering her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." moaned Jennifer as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. All Jennifer could do was to hang on and she was ridden unmercifully, his powerful thrusts driving her up the bed until her head hit the headboard. Still he continued, and Jennifer's hands searched for a pillow to cushion her head. For many minutes she endured his passion until she could do so no longer. "Please stop Tony, you're hurting me." she whispered into his ear. Thankfully, Tony eased himself from her body and rolled from her body. To demonstrate her appreciation, Jennifer straddled his body and guided his cock back into her pussy, then lay down across his chest and kissed him. "You must have been a hell of a lay when you were younger." she stated. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked indignantly. Jennifer grinned and poked his belly, "Well you've been shot, you're nearly an old man and certainly out of shape, and you're still one hell of a fuck." The Soprano's Tony chuckled, "I see what you're saying. A few years back, I would've kept you and your sister going at the same time." She pulled a face at the reference to her sister and gave Tony's nose a well earned tweak. "For that comment, you can get yourself off." she replied slipping her pussy from his cock. "Aw come on Doc, I'm only jokin. For all I know, your sister could be ugly or somthin." Jennifer grinned wickedly, "My pussy's plum worn out, but I guess I could run to a blow job." She smiled at the glint in Tony's eyes, sliding from his body she knelt beside him and took his rigid cock in hand. She took him deep into her mouth ignoring the taste of their love making. She felt him squirm under her inquisitive tongue, but tormented him anyway for his recent cheekiness. "Don't take too long, or else I'll get lock jaw." she told him firmly. "Can't help it I've got a big cock." he muttered. After making herself comfortable, Jennifer settled into her rhythm. With her mouth over the head of his cock, her hand stroked the shaft. From time to time to give her jaw some respite, she would raise her mouth and dribble a little saliva over his cock for lubrication. She soon had Tony approaching orgasm, and she began to consider how she would finish it. Should she let him cum in her mouth, and would she swallow, or should she just let him cum over her face? Before she could make up her mind, she felt Tony began to shudder beneath her touch. She raised her mouth a little to make room for his cum and then waited as her hand raced up and down the shaft. A split second later, his orgasm struck with full force, his cum filling her mouth with the first and second shot. She quickly swallowed ignoring the bitter warm taste; but allowed the rest of his cum to fall from her mouth and continued to milk him until his orgasm had subsided. He soon grinned up her as she struggled with the bitter after taste, "You're one hell of a cock sucker." Jennifer pulled a face as she jumped from the bed and headed for the mini bar. She returned with a miniature bottle of Bailey's Old Irish Cream and removed the lid. After taking a well earned mouthful, she dribbled some over Tony's flagging erection and began to lick it off. "Hey, that's fucking cold." he complained. But Jennifer knew best and kept going; she was a doctor after all. After Tony was all orgasmed out, Jennifer slid down the bed next to him. For a while they cuddled under the blankets, but as the magic moment disappeared, it was replaced by guilt for both of them. "You know that I can't see you professionally any more." she said after awhile. "What's it matter if we fucked?" "I can't treat you effectively, and plus it's unethical for me to fuck my patients." "It don't worry me any." he replied. "It should, you've got Carmela." They lay in silent contemplation for a few minutes; then Tony eased himself from the bed, gathered his clothes and began to get dressed. He turned to her on the bed as he slipped his shoes on, "I don't regret this for a fuckin second." "Me neither, but it's complicated." "Show me your body, just once more." he joked. Jennifer grinned and pulled the blankets back, then slipped one leg sideways so that her pussy was on view. "I always knew that you had a killer body? Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you?" he muttered as he looked down at her. "I knew." she replied with smugness. "Want me to come back to bed?" Jennifer laughed and pulled the blankets over herself, "Not a chance. Go back to your room and do us both a favour." The next morning, Tony found Christopher, Paulie and Silvio having breakfast in the hotel restaurant. They grinned smugly at each other as he sat down, their obvious piss taking causing him to scowl. "What the matter with you fucks?" he complained. "Nothin, nothin." Paulie replied with a smirk. "So, who was the broad you were banging last night?" Christopher asked between mouthfuls of fried bacon. "None of your fuckin business." "Not a bad looker for her age." Christopher added. "We were kinda concerned that you might not have been up to it." Paulie said. "Thought we might have to come and help you finish it for you." "Just to keep the family reputation intact, you know what I mean." added Silvio. "Can't have people saying that Tony Soprano can't keep his end up." Tony glared menacingly at them, for it demonstrated a lack of respect. But the three of them began to laugh, and then chuckle like naughty school children. "How do you know I fucked her? Coulda been a friend or somthin." Tony offered in defence. "Cause you weren't in your room at midnight." Christopher replied. "And cause you look like shit this morning, and that glint in your eye means you got laid. We know you too well." "Hey, don't get us wrong." Paulie added. "We don't mind you banging some old broad; just make sure you finish it. It's just that we like our broads a bit younger if get our drift. Anyway, she'd have to be partially blind to wanna fuck you; and we were just wondering whether she was any good or not?" Tony began to grin and then laugh with them, for it's what good friends do. Two weeks later, Tony turned up for his regular appointment with Dr Melfi. They sat and nervously stared at each other from opposite chairs, each afraid to say something. "You're not supposed to be here." Jennifer said stroking her long black dress down her legs. Tony shrugged his shoulders, "I ain't going anywhere else. We've come a long way, and I don't wanna another shrink. Maybe we should just forget about what happened the other night." "Can you do that?" Tony grinned over at her beautiful face and body, "Probably not, but I'll try hard." Jennifer stared back at him for a few seconds and sighed in resignation, "We'll see how it goes." For Dr Melfi, it was strange. The dialogue between doctor and patient was surprisingly in tune and meaningful, more than it had ever before. It was as though he'd opened up more to her, and that he was more polite. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this; that she should refuse to treat him and send him on his way, but she didn't want to for a lot of reasons. At the end of the appointment, Dr Melfi looked over at Tony and smiled as she got up from her chair. "It was a very good session." she said. "Any chance of a blowjob before I go?" he asked with a cheeky grin. Her smile disappeared; her contemptuous silence said it all. "Thought not." he replied. Dr Melfi smiled a few seconds later as she closed the door behind Tony Soprano, temptation is a terrible thing she reminded herself. AJ recovered fully from his injuries after a month or two. Tina Cameron quickly disappeared from his thoughts when pretty little Karen McFay took pity on his supposedly battered mind and body, and opened her submissive thighs for him. But the Cameron family never recovered from the ordeal. Daughter Tina moved from home and into an apartment with friends where she could fuck whoever she wanted and when. While recovering from his beating, father Ricky's employer replaced him with a younger man, and he would never rise back to previous prestigious position with the company that he once held. His wife Sandy took her husbands demotion badly, the decrease in his salary seriously effecting her spending capacity and the standing with her bitchy friends. Over time it would take a serious toll on their marriage. For Tony soprano, it was business as usual, but that killer body of Dr Jennifer Melfi was never too far from his mind, and how he loved a challenge. Only time would tell how much of a challenge it would actually be.