3 comments/ 41309 views/ 2 favorites Antonio By: Philandrea For Andrea. Okay, here goes. I've never attempted anything like this before, reaching into my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies for another's pleasure. Well, maybe not the deepest, darkest but ask me about that another time... And why should this be deep and dark? Enough, here goes. I hope you like it. It is a balmy summer's evening and we have come out into the still warm,, still, warm eve to enjoy the sound of grasshoppers and the smell of the grass and to give Bruno a romp. We chat of this and that, of home and love and an upcoming trip. Unexpectedly we see a figure coming over the hill. At first he is silhouetted against the sunset and he cuts a strange figure. Walking with a cane he clearly does not need he carries what appears to be a portfolio case. Also he wears a hat and is slim. He is rather reminiscent of Charlie Chaplin at a distance but as he approaches the similarity fades. I squeeze your hand for reassurance. He is tall, a couple of inches shorter than I with sandy brown hair and a crooked grin. He looks a lot like Brad Pitt, as clichéd as that may be. He is indeed walking with a cane. A wonderful affectation. As he passes he raises his cane to salute us and gives a cheery 'evenin'.' We halloo him back. 'Excuse me.' We turn and he is facing us. 'Is this the way to (insert place name in opposite direction and past home) could you tell me?' 'It is' you reassure him, and then, unexpectedly 'we'll walk with you some of the way.' I give a half glance in your direction but off we go, the three of us. You ask what brings him along here and he tells us that he has work in whatever it's called and that he starts in a coupla days. He doesn't go further except to say that he decided to walk from the train instead of getting a cab because it is such a lovely evening. I glance at him and notice that he really is gorgeous. Perhaps twenty five he is slender but broad shouldered, his eyes are alive with laughter and intelligence and his right cheek bears a faint scar, as of duelling. You point out that the town is another ten miles and his smile slips a notch before he catches it and hitches it back up. Before long we are back at the drive for our place and we stop to say goodbye. He sits down heavily on the verge and says he'll rest a while.Before I know what's what you've said that it's 8.30 already and it'll be midnight before he gets to town. 'Come stay with us, head off in the morning, you'll never find a place to stay by the time you get there.' I am taken aback and a touch jealous. It seems you really like this guy. He accepts graciously and we head to the house. He is installed in the living room and you head to the kitchen to make tea. I follow you and suggest that you really like this guy in a jealous, petulant mood. 'Well, don't you?' you say and swan out with the teapot leaving me unable to deny it. Upon my return you and Antonio are deep in conversation. He says he's a photographer and you tell him that that's a coincidence because I am too. He then wanders the room looking at the still life, landscapes and gentle nudes that adorn the walls. I ask about his work and try to get him to show us his folio. 'I'm not sure you'd want to see my stuff. It's...rather different.' Obviously this fills us both with insane curiosity and we badger him till he agrees. He unzips it and another Mapplethorpe opens up before me. Beautifully composed sepia toned monochromes of daring sexual practices, a penis here, a mouth to cover it. A vagina there, a dildo to fill it. Big black men with white women, white men with small breasted, slight Chinese girls, Othello come to life. All is good, his technique, his sensuality, his lighting but beneath it all this is hard core pornography for the intelligentsia and I am getting so turned on to be by the man who has created them, been there and recorded these scenes. You're giving off that aura of hot sexuality too. And i think there's certainly a certain something coming from him too. And then we come to them. a series of shots featuring Antonio himself. In one hand he holds a bulb to trip the camera, in the other it could be anything, a breast, a vagina, a penis. Here he sucks, there he is sucked. But the one that takes both our breath away is the one showing a blindfolded and tied man on all fours, bound to a specially constructed beam and Antonio entering the immobile man from behind. We can see that his mid sized shaft (perhaps six inches and slender) is half way into the man's anus. Antonio is clearly being gentle but his back is arched and every sculpted muscle on his stomach is picked out in the beautiful copper tones of the sepia. 'I want to see that.' I am blown backwards, my mind free-falling in the possibilities and implications of what you've said. Antonio looks up at you and seems to be weighing up your words. His eyes drift between your face and my body. 'Are you sure?' he asks you. 'I'm sure.' 'What about you?' he asks me. You look at me but exhibit little interest in my wishes. Tonight is a special night and I am to be utterly the submissive, entirely at the mercy of you and this new extraordinary, beautiful, gentle stranger. I say that I have no opinion but will act only as instructed. I am instructed to remove my clothes. You and Antonio watch in silence until I am naked. Antonio appears to approve of what he sees and he unbuttons first his shirt and lets it fall from his shoulders. His shoulders as broad and as beautiful as the pictures depicted. Next his pants fall and he steps from them and is now wearing only white cotton boxers, the thick, body hugging, expensive type. Stood opposite me he raises one hand and signals with one finger for me to approach. 'Remove my underwear.' he instructs. I can see you leaning against the wall simply watching with a faint smile on your lips as I walk over. Unprompted I sink to my knees before him and slowly draw down the boxers, unhooking them over his semi erect penis. I notice he isn't circumcised either. He steps from the shorts and the end of his member swings a few inches from my face. I reach out, one hand on each beautiful, toned hip and gently extend my tongue to touch the end of his dick. It leaps at once. You have moved around the room slightly and taken a step forward for a better view. 'This is not what you want, is it' asks Antonio. There is a definite pecking order established as you answer that no, you want to see me fucked. I am his play thing and he is yours. He directs me to the large low table and instructs me to kneel on it on all fours and I do so, my ass pushed out and longing for sex. You approach and watch. I can feel him coming up behind me. Gently, so gently, he places the head of his penis on the puckered skin, his approach so slow and careful I feel the wonderful warmth of it before I feel it touching and then, so marvellously pressing the opening. I sense him turn to you and hear a whispered 'shall I' and the response 'do.' And the pressure increases. Just slightly at first. Antonio pushes just a little more and just a little more and I feel so gloriously released, so controlled and free of responsibility as the muscles relax beneath his tender touch and slowly he pushes into me, his penis lubricating just enough to allow a tight but not too tight fit. I feel complete. well almost. I relax still more and Antonio is setting up a slight, slow rhythm that is warm, and delicious and what I wanted and needed inside me. But still not complete. Suddenly there you are at the other end of the table and you naked too now. You climb onto the table and, legs apart shuffle forward on your butt until, one foot each side of me your sodden pearl gets closer and closer to my hungry mouth and in the end each forward stroke by Antonio brings my tongue close enough to elicit a moan from you and provide me with a taste of what I want. But that doesn't satisfy you for long, you want what I'm getting and you shuffle still closer. Leaning on your elbows you wrap your legs round both me and Antonio and somehow mange to insert my penis into yourself. Every push from Antonio into my unbelievably sensitive anus is thrilling me and causing me, with no effort, to be fucking you. I can even get a mouthful of your breast. We fuck together, moan together and slowly the speed, controlled entirely by the Adonis behind me is increased and increased. He is moaning louder and faster. I am moaning louder and faster. You are moaning louder and faster. And suddenly I can feel his penis twitch and swell slightly and suddenly, with his gentle hands on my hips and his back arched as in the photograph I can feel myself filling, filling with his seed. This is too much for me and I am thrusted more and more by Antonio's movements into you and without effort I too come, filling you with my hot cum. You shriek and twist as you cum and cum again and we collapse to rest and for me to play with your soaking vagina to my left and his still twitching penis to my right and you both fondle me, he stroking my penis, you with your hand between my legs which I open at the knees to allow you access to my anus which is flowing with his juices escaping me. In the morning our perfect stranger is gone. He has left behind him the picture we both liked which started the whole thing and...a roll of film. Antonio I'd like to say that to spice things up and liberate my conservative wife from her inhibitions, I've introduced various "spices" when we make gentle love by candlelight. But, nah! The truth is I'm just a horn dog with kinks! The kinks so far have included dressing her like a slut, dirty talk about seeing her getting fucked by someone else (man or woman), oral-anal sex, sex toys and masturbation. It's the last "spice" I want to share with you. First about my wife, Anne is indeed sexually conservative, but being the loving wife she is she goes along with me. Although, I think secretly she enjoys the fact that she can blame me while she explores her passion. After all she cums 6 or 10 times, something I wish I could do. Anne is 12 years my junior and very pretty. She doesn't look like the 45 y/o she is but someone in her 20's. Her blonde hair is cut short, highlighting her green cat eyes. But the most eye catching feature is the size of her tits. With a bra size of 38C, her shapely figure is quite noticeable on her 5"4" frame. Over the years I've bought her different vibrators and dildos. My "gifts" have always been appreciated and to my delight and pleasure used in front of me. The latest gift has proven to be our favorite. I purchased a double headed very large and thick 18" dildo with raised veins that's bendable. I jerked off feverishly on just the thought of using it on Anne. At first, Anne protested,saying it was "obscene". She even urged me to return it! I explained to her that was not an option since I had already removed it from the packaging. No doubt my convincing her was going to be a challenge this time around, I was going to have to seduce her. Knowing this I began to plan... So, the next time we fooled around I said nothing about it. Absolutely, nothing! We fucked and sucked like we usually did. I could tell Anne was expecting me to bring out the new toy and was surprised when I didn't. Instead, I just cooed into her ear more of my dirty talk. The time after that, I did the same. Then the moment had come, (actually I couldn't contain myself any longer), I planned to bring it out. As we spooned, I stroked Anne's pussy, pressing my cock against her ass at the same time. I kissed her neck, softly biting. Anne pressing her ass back into me. I alternated touching her now very wet pussy and squeezing her tits. As I kissed her ear lobe I started my dirty talk. Telling her how hot it would be to watch her get fucked by another man in front of me. Anne started to breathe harder, my magic was working. I pinched and pulled on her clit and pussy lips, causing her to moan. Anne came with a shutter when I stuck my tongue in her pretty ear. With Anne's eyes closed as she came, I reached over to the night stand and pulled our new "friend" out of the drawer. Its heaviness and girth made it quite impressive. I rested it between her open thighs and began stroking her pussy with one of the heads of the dildo. Anne opened her eyes, as I pushed the head slightly in. But instead of annoyance or anger, I saw lust and passion in her eyes. Even though she commented as to how obscene the size was, she parted her thighs even more to give it access. No additional lubrication was needed, her oozing pussy juice was enough. I inched the head slowly in. Slowly, very slowly I put more of the dildo's thick shaft inside. Anne groaned as the first raised vein rubbed against her clit. I pushed it further in. She bit her bottom lip as the other raised veins now made contact as well. By now she had about 5 inches inside her. I then drew it out quickly and just as quickly plunged it back in again, just harder and deeper. The suddeness causing Anne to arch her back in passion. I continued fucking her with it like this until she came again and again. Anne later admitted that she enjoyed very much the feel of something that thick and fat inside her pussy. Little did I know just how much. One day I came home early from work and heard loud moans and groans coming from the bedroom. As I entered, I immediatedly saw Anne with her long legs wide open masturbating with it. The twist this this time was that she had both ends of the dildo inside her! Not only was it in her pussy but she had bent it and had stuck the other end in her ass. With a fury she would push the ends in and pull them out simultaneously. Her eyes closed in pleasure, she didn't even notice that I had entered the room. Stunned at the awesome sight, I quietly sat on a nearby chair. My cock hard now, I started to stroke it through my pants. Anne noticed the stirring, opened her eyes and looked in my direction. Without missing a stroke she continued fucking herself as we locked eyes. Through half closed and gritted teeth she urged me to jerk off in front of her. As I now stood next to the bed, I pulled my cock out and stroked it with one hand and squeezed my balls with the other. This seemed to cause Anne to fuck herself even harder. She now bucked up and down with each stroke of the dildo. I couldn't believe how much of that monster she had managed to get inside her. Not being able to take it any longer,I exploded and came all over her thighs. My cum was everywhere! Shortly after that Anne came also with a muffled moan. As we laid next to each other afterwards,Anne confided that not only had she been pleasuring herself daily with it but she had named it! She had christened the monster "ANTONIO"! Antonio - Duchess of Malfi Antonio is a weak character vs. Antonio is constrained by society The character of Antonio is portrayed in changing lights throughout the play. It would usually be expected that a male character would be presented as having a strong will and being able to make decisions that not only affect him but also his wife. This isn't always the case with Antonio however, he is often seen as weak and The Duchess is left to make the decisions and plan to save their lives. On the other hand though, it must be remembered that Antonio was The Duchess' servant, before his marriage he had a low status and so it would be more socially acceptable for him to follow instructions as opposed to making up his own mind. When Antonio and The Duchess are discussing marriage Antonio shows he is critical of ambition. "There is a saucy and ambitious devil/ Is dancing in this circle." He appears to know his place within society, and that he can not be too ambitious. However, prior to this he has admitted to The Duchess that fatherhood is important to him. Coupled with his much earlier description of The Duchess it is possible to infer that perhaps he does wish to marry The Duchess and father her children. However, when The Duchess raises Antonio's status "Raise yourself" Antonio recognises that perhaps he should not be 'raised' in such a way. Critics have suggested that Antonio is one of the increasing number of men who advanced through education and ability as opposed to money and birthright. Antonio is aware of his status and knows that he is marrying above himself and wisely he recognises that perhaps he is being too ambitious and that this might not be his best move. When The Duchess declares that the two of them are married Antonio automatically worries about what The Cardinal and Ferdinand will say. "But for your brothers?" The Duchess immediately reassures him and tells him not to think of it. Here Antonio realises that he should be the one to reassure her, it is here that the audience is shown Antonio's weakness. Further to this in Act Two, when Bosola induces The Duchess' pregnancy with unripe apricots Antonio's reaction again shows his weak character. Instead of taking charge, and having a plan he turns to Delio. "Oh my most trusted Delio, we are lost." Antonio appears unable to make his own decisions in this instance and instead lets Delio tell him what to do. As The Duchess' husband and he should be able to plan what happens to her. He should have the strength of character to protect his wife and make decisions that would protect her. He can not. Here, Antonio's panicky response compared to Delio's calm resourcefulness is clear evidence of weakness in Antonio. Antonio refers to "fear" and "danger" frequently and the words danger and dangerous are used thirteen times throughout the play, primarily by Antonio or used when talking about Antonio and The Duchess' relationship. This "fear" and a desire for "safety" become key characteristics of the second half of the play. Act three scene two however presents a much more confident Antonio and a relationship that seems more equal. The Duchess calls Antonio 'a Lord of misrule' and there have been several interpretations of this. It could be that Antonio is the Lord during the night but during the day, when in the public eye, she rules. Of course, it would have been expected for The Duchess to have taken a subordinate role in a marriage but with Antonio she does not. This image of a more equal marriage is quickly shattered and we are shown Antonio's weakness when he remains hiding as Ferdinand enters the Duchess' room. Then, when he re-enters and The Duchess shows him the pistol he even suggests that she kill Ferdinand. One would expect him to have offered to do this himself, as he should be the stronger party in the relationship. In Antonio's defence however, his lack of action could be because he is not known to be The Duchess' husband and so is unsure what role he should play. Once banished from Ancona Antonio's status is blamed for his weakness and fear. Bosola tells Antonio "This proclaims your breeding ./ Every small thing draws a base mind to fear" In this scene it is once again The Duchess who is left to make the decisions and tell Antonio what he should do, once more showing Antonio's weakness. And so, are we to assume Antonio is a weak or a strong character, I can't help but get the impression that it purely depends on your own personal like of the man. Antonio the Serial Rapist Antonio Velasquez was pretty sure he was screwed when the police obtained a search warrant for his DNA. The previous night, he had violently raped his ex-girlfriend after he saw her at a fraternity party grinding with another man. She had called the cops on him and identified him in a police lineup. He could've sworn she would have been too scared to call, or that she would have realized that she still loved him and didn't want to put him in prison. He'd held her down but not left any bruises on her person, but unfortunately he had ejaculated into her and left evidence. The cops gave him one last chance to confess but he remained silent, and the doctor performed a cheek swab. After spending a night behind bars, Antonio was shocked when they released him the following morning. The DNA wasn't his. To further humiliate his girlfriend, Antonio then pressed charges against her for falsely accusing him. However, after her suicide attempt, he felt he had the revenge he deserved and dropped the charges. The suicide attempt left her with permanent brain damage and Antonio was sure that he wouldn't hear from her again. Antonio was happy to escape the charges and figured he'd go on his life, though he was always very curious as to how he had been able to beat that DNA test after leaving streams upon streams of semen in her. He would re-live the rape constantly. It had been the hottest sex he'd ever had in his life. He was in full control of her. She was at first terrified and squirming under him, and then she went limp and silently accepted her fate as he ravaged and exploited every inch of her. His penis especially throbbed as her body betrayed her and he felt her cum all over him. In fact, that was what made him lose his load inside of her instead of pull out like he planned to. That as much as she said no, her body wanted him so much that she came from him and there had been nothing she could even do to stop it. He began thinking of himself as some kind of sexual god who could make any woman cum whether she wanted to or not. He thought about the rape whenever he masturbated or had sex, and he really wanted to rape again. There was something about showing a woman her place, and making her wild with desire for your dick whether she wanted to or not, that turned Antonio into an absolute animal in the most primal sense. He had been lucky to beat one DNA test. Could he beat another? Antonio was a pre-med student. He didn't want to damage his future. He was the first in his family to go to college, let alone plan to go to graduate school. If he risked another DNA test, he had a 99.9% chance of failing that time. He would probably have to rape a stranger instead of an acquaintance so the cops wouldn't catch him at all. He began stalking his prey. He began driving out to the suburbs. Watching white girls who walked home from high school whose parents weren't home. He finally found the perfect one. She had long blonde hair. She wore a cross. She carried her bible with her at all times. He had to have her. So there he was waiting for her as she entered the house one day after school. He ordered her to strip and he raped her right on the floor. As suspected, she was a virgin. She was too nervous and did not cum at all. But Antonio was turned on by the risk and decided to take the chance and cum in her. He left her naked, bloody, and shaking on the floor and he ran for his waiting car. Quickly he drove home. He kept her panties as a souvenir and masturbated with them on his face six times that night. A week went by. Antonio was nervous but whenever he'd think about it and get nervous, he'd also get hard. Unfortunately, driving his own car had been a mistake. The girl's neighborhood had surveillance cameras. Antonio's license plate had given him away. He was arrested and taken in for questioning. He refused to speak and demanded to speak to an attorney. He told the attorney he was innocent and had had his identity stolen before. He told his attorney a DNA test would clear him. Antonio was once again rolling the dice which gave him another throbbing erection. He would need to rape again soon. Luckily, the girl's parents had refused a rape kit. They were super religious and didn't want her examined "down there." There was no DNA tying Antonio to the crime. His attorney demanded that he be released, and the police were forced to agree. They knew no District Attorney would take a rape case with no DNA. All you needed was one man on the jury and it would be thrown out. Bros watch out for each other like that. Antonio was free to go. But he knew the cops would have an eye out for him now and he had just barely gotten away with it. 9 months later, Antonio's victim was sitting in Advanced Calculus class when her water broke. She quickly scurried from the room, humiliated again, and the other senior girls whispered what a slut she was. Her life and reputation had been ruined by Antonio raping her. When she gave birth, Antonio was ordered to have a DNA swab at the police station. Curiously, Antonio was found not to be the father of the baby, though the baby had his Y-DNA. A follow-up DNA test confirmed this. Antonio explained to the officers he had a half-brother that he had never met who kept stealing his identity. The officers seemed to accept this explanation, and the rape victim and her parents even apologized to Antonio for falsely accusing him. Antonio forgave them and promised he would call the police if his half-brother ever contacted him. Of course, there was no half-brother, but at this point Antonio had realized that he was a chimera. He was two fraternal twins fused into one individual. So his saliva carried one set of DNA, while his semen carried another. He now knew he could rape with immunity. Antonio decided against being a doctor, as being a serial rapist and a doctor would be too difficult to manage. He moved around the country doing odd jobs. He raped hundreds of women over the years. Some of them reported him, but the vast majority didn't. When he did get reported, the DNA backed up his story every time. That he was being framed by his brother. Nobody ever questioned it. Antonio preferred to target religious high school virgins as they were more likely to get pregnant and not have abortions. The first time one of these uptight Jesus Princesses came all over him, the slut forced 20 streams of cum from his balls. She wanted it so fucking bad. For 15 years he got away with it. He always made sure to rape his victims in small towns with Keystone Cops. He usually targeted young religious girls. The cracker ass cops would usually figure that the girls had willingly participated in the sex and then lied and said it was rape because their religious daddies would get mad at them. Then they'd hear Antonio's story about his brother and feel bad that this upstanding man from an immigrant family was just trying to make it in America and kept getting framed by his brother — probably one of those illegal immigrants who don't speak a word of English. The Keystone Cops would see that the DNA backed up Antonio's story and close the case, and apologize for the inconvenience. He was a handsome dude and his brother was probably handsome too, so it was improbable that the girl wasn't lying anyway. The girls would sometimes be pressured into admitting they lied, and a few did confess under heavy pressure. He had it made. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of raping a professional, educated woman in New York City in 2016. The NYPD instantly wised up to his scheme when they arrested him and got a search warrant to order a doctor to collect a semen sample from him. Antonio had been getting away with it for so long that he had a back-up plan in mind. This was Hillary Clinton's America. Justice Scalia had died, and justices Ginsberg and Breyer had retired. They were all replaced with liberal women. 5 liberal females ruled the Supreme Court. Antonio created a media circus. He went on FoxNews — was this the future of men? You get your identity stolen and some government bureaucrat can force you to give a semen sample to prove your innocence? The government can just force you to cum on command in front of police? People were pissed. Hillary got hate mail. Antonio became a superstar among the Tea Party. He scored consensual sex left and right with Conservative fangirls. He went to all types of right wing media outlets to proclaim his innocence. The right wing blogosphere slut shamed his accuser. Mobs of tea partiers even showed up at her job one day and picketed her for supposedly lying about Antonio. The new District Attorney in Manhattan was a woman, and she refused to be distracted by Antonio's posturing. She knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was a chimera. But the semen sample was the only way she could prove it. She refused to give in. Even after she got rape threats and death threats from the bible belt and had to have 24/7 police protection. She was not going to let Antonio get away with this. Court after court overturned her search warrant, and eventually the case ended up at the Supreme Court. The Supreme Court's 5-woman majority ordered Antonio to submit to a forcible semen sample extraction within 48 hours. The police had to work through mobs of protestors to handcuff Antonio in order to bring him to the hospital. A male police officer and the female District Attorney were both to be allowed to be in the room to witness the extraction of Antonio's semen sample. Antonio realized that this was the end of the line and that there was no getting out of this one. He had put hundreds of victims through excruciating pain and humiliation. Now he was about to be put through the same. He had delayed it as far as he could but he was about to be found guilty in the most embarrassing way possible. The serial rapist was about to get raped in front of a woman. Three women it turned out. Antonio was walked into the hospital room in handcuffs by the male officer. The attending nurse and doctor were both women, as was the district attorney. In full view of all, Antonio was ordered by the officer to disrobe. He was not in control. His penis shrunk like a scared turtle. He could tell the women were all suppressing giggles as they saw it. "Administering caverject injection," stated the nurse, almost like a robot, as she injected a fluid next to Antonio's penis. He could not stop his penis from quickly turning into a throbbing erection. The male officer was videotaping everything in order to collect evidence. Great. A jury was going to see this too. The nurse then put on a glove and ordered Antonio to bend over. The doctor held on to Antonio's penis and placed a petri dish in front of it. The nurse inserted an electric vibrator into Antonio's asshole and began massaging his prostate. He began writhing, sweating, and panting uncontrollably with pleasure. All on video in front of three women. Eventually he climaxed and spurted into the petri dish as his audience watched. He filled it with thick, milky cum. The sample was sealed and sent to the lab for processing. Antonio was found guilty of the rape. Also, the new DNA evidence solved 558 unsolved rapes throughout the country. His assets were impounded and sold, with the proceeds going to his victims and his many children. He relived his own rape everyday for the rest of his life, and killed himself 4 years later in prison, ashamed of the rape he had been subjected to by those evil mean feminist trolls. Antonio's Tony burned the pasta sauce. Not a lot, but enough that one could smell the tomatoes were getting racked and pinioned. He put too much salt in the pizza sauce, I knew, I was having two slices of neopolitan with pepperoni. The Italian was clanging pots, and cursing, I think, as he poured the fried sausage and beef into a steel pot. Antonio was not a happy camper. I'd heard him say in months past that the customers were happy to eat for less than eighteen dollars(a couple), and leave some paper dollars plus a little change. No one ever ordered the house specialties. The customers thought they were in a chain pizza restaurant, and that's what I thought, too. I was not any different. I did not have the bread. I did not have the bread for authentic chicken recipes in Tony's Italian restaurant. Bill, I believe this is killing me. No, shoot me if I was the piano player. Or were. The way people spend money in this place the piano player would certainly have to get by on tips. And you know what that means. Things are okay with me these days, and the family is fine. I hope they send me money again soon. In this town, the piano player would be an egret, like me. I don't eat at Antonio's a lot. I gotta save up for software that enables me to copy Billy Joel or some tarantellas or John Coltrane without buying any of that from The Holding Company. Aside from corporate pot-shots, I don't actually have much Janis. I decided to quit my little piracy, for a little while. If I want music, Italian or The Rolling Stones, I'll buy if I have the deniro.. For what I spent on the last Stones CD I could come in here and get sausage lasagna and Peroni. Yet the last time I was in Tony's I did like I always do. I got the side salad and ordered some pepperoni slices. Tony was talking to an employee in a low voice. Tony is not in the mob. The mob I know of eats down the street at a place that gets frozen sauce and frozen bread from somewhere in Indiana. All I'm saying is, Tony is not the violent type, I don't think. Now if one was to look up "dating drama" with a popular search engine, Antonio would be somewhere in the images. If he was not married to Bella. Because Antonio gets pissed. And that's about all, but that's enough. He needs to change his name to Luigi and open a another business in the Greek Isles. Where he can see new sights, and mellow out. At least during the slow season. .... It was about two. I was on my second slice of pizza from the Dead Sea. Actually, it was not bad. Later, I would be watching one of my mob flicks and then enthusiastically pour tap water into a plastic cup and drain it dry. So about two o'clock I asked a freshman with a nice butt to bring me a glass of wine. Red, it didn't matter. She was dark brunette and about 21, and I was not inclined to speak to her. She knows everyone who works at the small venue. Everyone, including the owner, chef, and manager who hired her. The girl brought me a glass and I smiled. She rolled her brown eyes and started to walk away. "Wait". She turned and looked back at me. "What's your boss so mad about? She fidgeted. Then she told me. She was not exactly clueless, she'd seen me in here before and I trusted her. Trusted her to open her mouth. "This guy left here about 20 minutes before you got here. He and his girlfriend or his woman or his ex ordered chef salads and some shrooms. So the man says the croutons are not fresh. I had to go to the bathroom so I don't remember what happened next." "Thanks." I took a sip of wine. Not long after I ordered the wine I saw Tony's wife come in. Tony and her immediately started talking. I don't know Italian. It seemed that Tony's wife was trying to smooth things over. I'm not sure what Tony's emotions were. I was discreetly watching and listen to this medley of Italian and America. The couple talked in the kitchen while I sipped my wine. Tony said something to his old lady and she didn't say anything. He was clinking the pot(of pasta) with his spoon, and still talking. Then Bella said something to Tony. He hit the pot hard with his spoon. He said something to her. It did not sound too nice. Bella spoke to Tony again. I heard Antonio mutter something, then he spoke to an employee and walked out of the kitchen. I saw the door to the back swing open. Then Bella and one of the employees started talking in English, what about I don't know. --- After a minute I heard Bella say she'd be right back, or was what I interpreted. I saw the back door of the kitchen swing open again. That was when I decided to go to the bathroom. I noticed the restaurant was nearly empty. One of the employees, a guy who helps in the kitchen, was sitting at the front of the restaurant, drinking a drink and reading a paper. I don't know what made me go to the bathroom. I didn't really need to. I debated about turning the light switch off, decided against it. It was coming back to me, why I was here in the bathroom. Tony and his wife went into the ladies room some times to talk for privacy. I remembereed a few months ago in the ladies' bathroom a customer was on her cel arguing with someone. It was her husband or one of the servants. I could hear everything the woman said. The ladies' bathroom was on the other side of the wall of the men's room. There was a place in the wall where the wall had been gouged out and there was only a thin piece of plywood about a foot wide between the two bathrooms. I thought tonight there would be some patching up in the rest room ----but not the wall. I heard the ladies' room door open and someone walked in. The person walked to the sink and started to wash their hands. I heard the door open again. It was Tony who walked in, right behind his wife. "I wondered what happened to you." Antonio's wife sounded sympathetic, a little worried also. I thought we should have some privacy, I heard Bella say. Then: "Are you going to lock the door?" Antonio jingled his keys and locked the door behind him. Bella said "Tony you were so mad when I got back. Think about your heart. You need to relax". I heard the two kiss, and I heard Tony's belt buckle being undone. "Sit down, Tony". There must have been a bench in the ladies' room. I heard the belt buckle hit the floor. I heard Tony exhale. "Are we going to the lake Monday?" Rose said "Si.The lago". "You know what for." Antonio chuckled and I heard him chuckle and say something in Italian. I could hear Bella going through her purse and then she brought something out. She said something to Tony in Italian. Tony asked Bella a question in Italian that sounded like a request. Sounded like Antonio wanted oral stimulation. She said something about the "lago". And "attendere". She was telling him to wait. I could hear Antonio's wife take the little bottle of lotion and run hot water over it. Then Tony was going through various levels of foreplay with Bella, and I could hear the woman moaning and shouting out into Tony's shoulder. The entrepeneurs knew they could only make a certain amount of noise because of the guy drinking his drink at the front of the store. I glanced at my watch and realized that Antonio's was closed. I had to figure out how to get out of the place and I did NOT want Tony or Bella to see me. Then I realized that I was near a door the employees use sometimes. Maybe nobody shut it yet, with Tony's tantrum and Bella probably forgot too. I could hear Bella's hand splash down in the sink and pick up the small bottle of lotion. Then I think Bella bent over and gave Tony a little head anyway. It was pretty easy to tell Bella was going down on Tony with all the vocalizing going on. While Tony and Bella were going at it, I had my hands down my pants and I was stiff. But I decided, wisely I might add, to wait until I got home to take care of myself. I could hear everything through the plywood. Tony's wife was jerking off Tony with the warm hand lotion. When I heard Antonio start to climax I quietly opened the door. I looked quickly around the ristorante and did not see the employee. When I tried the outside door I found it was unlocked, and I was in the car and gone before you could say "holy cannoli". Antonio's Bitch! Wayne had Roxanne cornered in the booth. He was right in her face interrogating her. "You know Roxanne, if I ever thought that you were playing me, I'm not quite sure how I would react." Wayne threw a picture down on the table, "I do know one thing though, and the Ramirez brothers don't cotton to being played." "Are you playing me Bitch?" Roxanne knew not to say anything as she looked at the picture of the man that had been nearly beat to death for threatening his brother's wife, Juanita. Nothing that she said right now was going to be right. She knew that she needed to call Derrick and tell him not to come by the club. Almost as if reading her thoughts, Wayne leaned in and jeered, "You should probably call your boyfriend, and tell him that tonight isn't a good night to visit you." Roxanne rose to go to the bathroom and Wayne followed. Derrick, "I'm asking you to not come by here tonight." Derrick knew Roxanne's plight immediately. "Roxanne is Wayne angry?" "Yes, I can't talk right now." "Are you safe, Derrick calmly asked?" "Yes, Roxanne answered." Derrick didn't need to ask if Wayne was listening, that was evident. Wayne grabbed the phone and hung it up. You Bitch! You Bitch! He leaned in pulling her hair, as he passionately kissed her. He leered at her watching, as her breathing became heavy. He grabbed the back of her hair as he pushed her panties to the side, shoving his finger in her. He growled in her ear, "are you playing me, bitch? I will take you down Roxanne!" He was scaring her, but it was turning her on. She felt like she was going to have to change her clothes, she was so wet. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to her, "as she gasp, barely able to breath, I love you; I'm in love with you." His lip was snarled as he shoved his finger in and out of her glaring in her face, intrigued and basking in her presence. He shoved the top of her dress over, roughly sucking her breast, and then got right in her face and "hissed out Bitch!" He studied her face knowing that she was getting ready to climax. "Bitch!" "He hissed once again," and watched intrigued and captivated as she convulsed on the sink. "You sit your sweet ass out in that booth with me tonight, I'm not playing with you," and he turned and left. She exited the bathroom and was making her way upstairs to change, as Wayne came up behind her and hissed in her ear, "Bitch! What did I tell you to do? He had her so worked up that she couldn't think, and he knew it. "Get your ass back over to that booth." "I'm scared that I'm dirty, that there is a spot on my dress, can I change?" "Hell no, you can't change! Maybe that spot on your dress, will keep from walking around the bar, and having to be seen, Bitch!" She obeyed him, and made her way back to the booth. He nodded for drinks and the waitress made her way over with them, unaware of Roxanne's plight. "My hand hurts she whimpered" and he gave her four of her pills. "See Roxanne that is why you have a collar and a leash, because you are my Bitch!" "Who do you belong to?" He glared, "I'm going to make you say it when you get home." He glared in her face with a snarled lip, "you lie about everything else, lie and tell me that you belong to me." "Let's just leave it at this, you screwed my brother out of a lot of money and now, you are my Bitch!" Just then Alexis made her way over and Roxanne shook her head no, as she tried to warn her of Wayne's mood. "Get out of here Alexis" Wayne commanded, never taking his eyes off Roxanne. "I saw that," he squinted his eyes and facetiously asked, "are you trying to save her from the big bully?" Wayne leaned over and growled in her ear, as he nuzzled in her hair, "tell me that you are my Bitch!" Roxanne looked him dead in his eyes, "I'm your bitch!" "You're damn straight you are girl!" Wayne glared at Roxanne as she sat on her knees at Wayne's feet. He jerked the leash that he had on a collar around her neck, "whose bitch are you Roxanne?" "I'm Wayne Ramirez's bitch, she answered." "And what did you do to find your self in this situation?" "I stole money from the Ramirez brothers." "And what was your retribution for your crime of stealing?" "To marry Antonio Ramirez." "And do you plan on running out on your debt?" "No Sir, Roxanne answered." Wayne jerked her by the hair of her head, and she placed him in her mouth, he glared at her roughly pulling her hair. Without warning he jerked her collar, turning her around, and he roughly mounted her. She immediately climaxed all over him. He smacked down savagely on her buttock with his hand, as he jerked her collar plunging in and out of her. He watched with interest as she wildly shook her head back and forth growling. "You sound like an animal;" he smacked her buttock forcing him self into her, as she savagely shook her head growling. "Do you growl for anybody else he asked, smacking her?" "No she screamed out, I'm Antonio Ramirez's bitch, I only growl for him." "You're damn straight you belong to me and if you run out on this debt, I will take you down! Are you running out on your debt to the Ramirez brothers, Bitch! Are you?" "No, I will pay my debt she growled," violently shaking her head, as he roughly slapped her, and she screamed out climaxing. Wayne savagely plunged in and out of Roxanne climaxing, he had never experienced the intensity of their sex, and he no plans of ever letting "his Bitch!" go anywhere. Roxanne awoke the next morning, to her husband in between her legs licking her, as she moaned. He took his time, gently licking her, until she cried out exploding. He entered her staring into her eyes as he bored into her soul. "You are mine, you belong to me." "You stole from my brother, and now you are mine." "You have no choice, you have no options, and you have no way out." You are mine, and you belong to me." "Who do belong to Roxanne?" "I belong to no one, she moaned." He jerked her hair and said, "Now see that is where you are wrong." "You are payment to me, for the debt that you owe. Now who do you belong to?" "I am payment, for a debt that I owe the Ramirez brothers, and I belong to Antonio Ramirez." "You're damn straight you do and don't forget it, he said glaring." Antonio looked intently in Roxanne's face rubbing his hands over her hair, "I love you so much, you Bitch!" Anton's Intermezzo I remember the pounding beat and flashing lights and bodies writhing in ecstatic unison, clutching a moment. From across the table, I watch her finger tracing the velvet rope of her mouth, bending her kiss. My tongue darts out, knowing her taste... her scent. My cock crushes headlong into the prison wall of my zipper: abraded and chastened, and as repentant as a bull. Watching her, her eyes glinting amber-gold like the Chablis at her elbow. We remember, together, the glory of it. Our companions, our unwitting spectators, chatter aimlessly. And She flows with them, guileless, even as she winks at me! At a later hour, I distinctly recall saying something-or-other. It must be correct, for I will remember I hear laughter, before the conversation laps away. And still, her lioness eyes never leave off searching my face. I remember watching her earlier approach, as if a kestrel detaching from a mass of creeper... this wonder in black and white; blowing vapor, like smoke, as she neared. 'I remember you,' I said. She nodded. She did not touch my cheek, but I almost felt it. 'It's been a while, old friend.' 'Careful with 'old'...,' for I was ashamed of the three white hairs I'd found in my beard, just that evening. She grinned, no trace of sorrow, 'I've missed you.' 'Oh,' Lynde, the Ever-Graceful, had sung, 'you KNOW each other? Anyway, Anton: Diana... Diana: Anton.' 'Oh. We're OLD friends,' Diana's mouth arched over the "old." And cuffed me with the first of many winks. The insufferable wench! I was struck dumb, and led along, and plunged into the light and darkness and the din-that-was-silence, in the club. We found a table. Evelyn-Call-Me-Dean threw up his hands, and said, 'Drinks?' 'Talisker, if they have it, Glenfiddich if they don't.' Lynde put in. 'He knows,' She said, and indicated me. But does he remember? contained in a wink. 'I guess I'd better come along.' I said, faux-desolated. I guess you'd better... Her eyes were spurs. How could NOBODY see it? I followed confrere Ev to the bar... He of broad shoulders and curly hair: hard to lose him, in even thick crowds. He got all the girls in school. Almost. Listening, then breaking apart his order from the chorus washing us. '... okay, I think she'll be fine with a rusty nail. And a pint of--- what's on tap? You gotta be kidding me! Ahhhh--- Blue Moon, I guess.' Bartender jerked his chin in my direction, in the universal signal of, 'what'll be...?' 'Glass of the house Chablis! And a JD and Coke, short.' Bartender jerked affirmative and bowed to making. 'I got this.' I acceded. Why not? 'Next round.' I said, automatically. And, presently, four filled glasses. Lynde's carried by Ev. Diana's clutched with mine. Giddy as a school boy. I almost dropped it all. Yet he never noticed. Back with the ladies. A kiss to Lynde's cheek for commencement of apologies. 'They had nothing, Doll. I got you a rusty nail.' 'With what?' 'Chivas.' Lynde made a face, that quickly dissolved. 'Liquor's liquor, I guess. Slainte!' She slugged back half, like punching herself in the mouth And we all followed around. Diana alone sipped delicately. 'At least,' Lynde groused, 'it's not Johnnie Walker Red.' Yet, Lynde dissolved in the heat of Diana's approval. And poor Lynde never know she was molten, even as she turned into a candle, in my mind. For I remembered. Diana thanked me... her wink a kiss, her kiss a promise. 'Dance with me,' she said. Diana, I would turn into a stag for you. I made the toast with one last mouthful, and we glided to hardwood... her hand in mine. 'They're playing our song.' she murmured, as she collected around me. I smiled, remembering. For every song was our song, at one time --- especially the slow ones. 'Yeah.' Hand in mine, entwining fingers. Warm and cool. Second hand, curved on her hip's cusp. The music moved us. She swayed, sinuous: smoke through water. I led as best I could, power to her grace, ground to her water, and mystified all the same. 'Mmmm, where you been all my life?' 'Here and there, Dee...' She looked at me. Almost stopped, but her hips maintained heart rhythm. She didn't SAY, 'more there than here.' And I NEVER even thought, more than briefly, 'more your idea than mine.' We knew. We knew. She looked at me, eyes filled with crystalline regret. One tear fled down her cheek, and then others and she pressed her chin into my shoulder. 'I miss you.' She said. My grip tightened and I inhaled, almost a spasm. Dee, I can't tell you how much you are missed by me. Every day, I never will, in terms you can actually HEAR. We swayed, never realizing for three bars, that the DJ had slipped on. Dee clung to me: rained-on, downy and innocent. 'I'm a mess.' Wellsprung from my lips, 'Nooo...' I brushed a tardy escapee from her alabaster cheek. 'Shut up.' 'It's not a lie, Dee. You look... amazing.' 'Yeah, right.' I chewed on my reply; bitter and unsatisfying. She led, and we weaved away, and to... Avoiding traffic, and meeting our friends less than half-way (as they, also, must dance). 'Hey kidlets, having fun?' Lynde saw blindly, and it didn't register. 'Gunna make my old man sweat. Can you watch my purse?' 'I gotta go freshen up,' Diana said, not hiding her reddened nose behind a fist. Lynde flashed an accusation at me, 'Anton, what did you say?' 'Nothing!' I lied. 'It's just that song.' Diana lied better. Lynde was at about eighty-six percent mother hen. Ev flashed me a look of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? I flashed back a shrug. Lynde regarded Dee and I. Her gaze never fixed, though she settled on Diana. 'Do you want me to...' Diana shook her head. 'I'm fine.' She waved her magic hand, coming away with Lynde's silver clutch. 'Dean's sweating already. Make the man earn it.' Lynde was prepared to be convinced, Ev pulled on her wrist... And they merged into the blue-green sea of dancers. 'Take that,' she said, briskly; slapping Lynde's purse to my chest. She left me then. There standing, pounded by a surf of noise, and the tail end of the crowd. I could not feel more foolish, standing alone, accompanied by Lynde's vanquished rusty nail, Ev's nearly gone pint, Diana's just-tasted Chablis... and me, holding a purse. I looked glumly at my glass: melting ice and weakly sizzling milliliters of alcoholized pop. I ignored it, having lost all taste for it. And so, because I could not feel more foolish, I sallied forth, purse couched like a lance. Tracing her scent through the crowd, getting leg, then elbow, room... Coming on a barren place, and the door marked 'Ladies.' I reconnoitered with a glance, and ducked on through. Diana looked away from the mirror. 'You're a prick, you know?' 'I'm sorry.' 'Stop saying you're sorry.' I stalked closer. 'I'm sorry for saying sorry.' I kissed her, then, as an apology, more an offering. My lips addressing hers, tasting, searching, questing... Undeniable, no matter her resolution. Her mouth made urgent, sucking, whimpered words; and yet, heedless, I kissed her, worth of five years in abeyance. So then she was released, and her eyes flashed soft fire. 'You're still a prick.' 'I know.' I turned to the wall, arms planted. I said, 'arrest me, officer... I've been a bad boy.' She blinked, 'arrest...' OH!' and she did not blink again, for she remembered. She approached me warily, 'how 'bad' we talking?' 'Pretty bad. I think broke a girl's heart.' Her hands laid upon me, searching me. 'Naw, you just royally pissed me off, I think. I thought you'd forgotten about me.' I set to explain that was impossible. Instead, I grunted. For, her treacherous hand invaded my groin. Grasping me and squeezing. 'I missed HIM, too.' She pulled on the lever with a frisson of mischief. I maneuvered around. Held her tiny wrists with cabled fingers. I grinned, 'no brutality, officer... I'll be forced to file a complaint.' Her mouth found mine, and she bit. 'File away. See what that gets you!' Her voice was music and whip, enticing and driving. I kissed back, lips recalling: tongue also, even as it tasted the renewedness of her. My hands explored the hidden pathway of her spine. Urgency and madness... This eye of the sucking maelstrom. This current. This undertow. Caught; clinging... flowing. Kissing the arterial throb on her swan's neck. Her cheek turned. I pursued, kissed up her jaw. Finding her encircling lips. Low moans as we kissed and kissed and kissed... my fingers clicked on her buttons. Her urgent growls, as approval, as I popped open her bra clasp in the front. My hot hand on her quivering breast. The nipple inscribing creases on my palm. Here is your love line, and here and here... We wrestled out of shirt tails and zips... pushed and pulled, and fell into the stall-door. There was laughter (ours), and vague notions of music and thunder (outside). I could hear her heart. I could smell her... taste her... every point of contact was an axon. I could look into her eyes... and look and look and... Buried, then, in her, and wrapped up... The World Entire, in two striving bodies. ... Ah, so. Blushing, my bride. Fingers addressing buttons, and eyes downcast. I touched her with a smile. She looked at me, her eyes kindling. 'Hi, Love,' I said. 'Hi.' She looked away again, her rosé deepening to burgundy. Her gaze traversed grout lines, and crossed and recrossed, as her slender fingers clicked up her ivory buttons. 'We'd better be getting back,' I said. 'Yeah.' 'They'll be missing us.' Nod. 'Lynde will, anyway.' 'Yeah.' My smile a salute, I permitted her to duck out. (Which is to say I watched her ass roll dizzyingly on the current). After she left --- boldly, I followed, tracing her steps. So now, here I stand: equidistant, and different. They do not see it: neither Ev, nor Lynde. She does: Diana. She flashes me a diamond-hard glare of recognition. Behave! And so, I neglect to mention that her fourth button down is floating free. I neglect to mention that her flushed cheeks are a beacon. I see her, and am swept up in knowing her. I recognize... we are dancers. And we will come around, and come around, and come around. Anton's Play Thing When I was young man I travelled extensively. One night late I was walking through LA looking for a bus that would take me to my friends place when out of the shadows came this deep voice, "I like you," it pronounced startling me. As I turned cautiously, in obvious fear towards the large black source of this comment the voice continued, "Now now no need for alarm, it's just that you are my kind boy." Funnily, despite being shit scared, as a 20 year old I found "boy" to be a bit insulting. I stared, gawking at this large black man in a leather jacket who appeared so totally nonchalant as if this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having with a stranger on a pitch black night on a poorly lit street. Something about his nonchalance made me stifle my initial desire to flee but I still stared wide-eyed unnerved. When I didn't run he seemed to take it as an invitation to continue and did, "I honestly like the look of you boy and would like to get to know you better." When all I could do was continue to stare he smiled and told me, "See I have a room key for that place over there," and he showed me his room key indicating a hotel just down the street, "it's a nice room and I have money to make it worth your while." Upon which he showed me a large roll of cash. My eyes must have bulged at the sight of so much money because he chuckled and murmured, "You'd have to be especially good to get all this money, honey." Mesmerized by the gentle nature of the large black man I allowed him to take my arm and guide me towards his hotel. All the way he murmured calming niceties to soothe my jangled nerves. He nodded with familiarity towards the elderly white desk clerk who appraised me coolly over the top of his glasses before returning to his magazine. In the elevator my black companion started to stroke me gently still murmuring about how nice I looked and how much he wanted me. I was trembling with a mixture of fear and desire by the time he dragged me into his room. Once there the large black fellow slowly measuredly removed his leather coat and hung it up his eyes never once leaving me. I swallowed hard to control my nerves as he then proceeded to the mini bar and removed several bottles of vodka. Still silent he approached me and without inquiring whether I would like a drink or not uncapped one of the small bottles then held it to my lips. Uncertain and nervous I just stood there until the black man tipped the bottle and began pouring it over my lips. Startled as the ice cold burning liquid pouring down my chin I made to move away before realising that his other hand had slipped behind my head holding me there. With a gasp I parted my lips and he poured the entire contents of the bottle into my mouth. While I gagged and gasped on the first bottle he quickly uncapped another and before I could pull away his fingers gripped my hair possessively pulling my head as I mewed fearfully so that he could empty another bottle of burning liquor into my throat. My entire world seemed to be overwhelmed with cold burning vodka. As I choked and snorted some out my nose he held the third bottle to my lips and poured not caring whether the liquor went in my mouth or splashed over my face and down my chin. He left me choking and sputtering and bewildered to collapse to the floor. "Why would he do such a thing," I wailed silently trying to regain control. Confusing me more the huge black hand that had just treated me rather roughly was gently stroking my hair trying to calm me as he purred gentle nothings close to my ear. As I slowly calmed down he reached down grasping the edge of my vodka wet t-shirt to slowly pull it over my head and off. Like a rag doll I allowed him to lift me up and could only chew on my lower lip apprehensively as he popped open the buttons on my jeans to pull them and my underwear down in one swift motion. I shivered uncontrollable as he then ran his warm palms back up the insides of my legs forcing me to spread them as much as the clothing about my ankles would allow until his huge hands engulfed my tiny but surprisingly hard white dick. "When did that happen?", was all that I could think as this black stranger caressed my little white boy dick. Stunned I looked up to see him smiling knowingly down at me and I swooned into that smile. Using his big feet he then stepped and kicked off my shoes and pants. When I was completely naked he lifted me effortless and placed me standing on the coffee table. I stood there swaying gently while this large smiling black man stroked, caressed and explored my trembling white form, "Oooh my my my yes," he murmured throatily, "Oooh yess Anton is going to enjoy you baby!" I took a long shuddering breath as Anton's one hand engulfed one cheek of my ass and his other stroked up and down between my thighs rising higher each time until he was caressing my balls and anus. When he suddenly stopped it was only the firm grip of his hand on my ass that kept me upright as my knees went weak. Chuckling to himself Anton then stepped away leaving me to struggle for balance and retrieved something from under the bed. Beaming Anton opened a shoe box to display a pair of women's glossy red heels. While I swayed dizzy with booze and emotion Anton helped me step into the glossy bright heels and strapped them into place. "Oh yeah baby," Anton purred throatily stroking my ankles and calves working his way back up my legs to grasp my ass again firmly. As I stood there on the coffee table gaping wonderingly down at my new shoes Anton used his index finger to stroke the sensitive tip of my cock coating it with the copious amount of fluid flowing from it. Once his finger was slick with precum his grip on my ass cheek tightened painfully holding me still as Anton's slick finger gently caressed my tight puckered anus. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm," Anton purred as my sensitive ass clinched and released his finger. Anton continued to purr and poke and caress until I was a jerking convulsing mewing mess. Again without warning Anton suddenly let go of me causing me to teeter perilously on the coffee table. Slowly Anton sank back onto the bed and while watching me intently quietly opened his trousers allowing to spring forth the largest blackest cock I had ever seen. Standing there on display naked save the glossy red heels he had given me I marvelled at the size of him. Murmuring quietly to himself Anton began to gently stroke his manhood, "Ohh yeah baby you are going to make Anton one happy man." In amazement I watched as the mans cock engorged and grew even larger. Holding it up Anton winked at me growling, "Come and get some bitch." I didn't have to be told twice. Tottering about in the unfamiliar heels I nearly fell off the table and onto the bed. Catching myself at the last moment I crawled towards Anton's hugeness in a dream. Anton allowed me to marvel at the size of him up close before his large black hand slipped behind my head and slowly purposefully drew my white lips towards his massive black cock. Spellbound I had no real idea what to do as the huge shiny slick knob of his cock pressed against my lips so I just opened my mouth allowing his large cock in. With his hands Anton guided my head to do what pleased him as he pushed down forcing his black meat deeper and deeper into my mouth then throat until I was gagging and distressed. Ignoring my distress Anton fucked my head holding my face to his groin until I gagged and thrashed about vainly trying to get away. Anton forced his cock on my mouth and throat for what seemed like forever until I was numb and nearly lifeless. I didn't even realise he had orgasmed until his hot gooey cum filled my throat, filled my mouth, drooled from my lips before exploding from my nose. The scent of Anton's sex, of Anton's cum, filled my senses overwhelming the vodka as I lay where he left me, spent. Cum stunned I lay there inert as Anton moved around the room. Stopping by the bed he spread my ass cheeks and inserted something slick and cold into my anus. As the large thing spread my tight ass and violated me I could only whimper in protest. Trying to regain my senses and still gagging on Anton's cum I was vaguely aware that he was putting leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists. Bemused I managed cum gurgling, "Wait," as Anton expertly looped lengths of rope through rings on the cuffs and bound me face up to the bed. Becoming aware of the precariousness of my situation I weakly tried to fight Anton as he pulled the roped attached to my ankles raising my legs up over my head. It was then that I became aware that Anton was naked. The big black man loomed hugely at the end of the bed surveying his prize. Me. Grinning like the Cheshire cat Anton crawled up onto the bed and between my legs. As I struggled to find words to tell him that it had all gone too far. He reached out and slapped me. Not real hard but it stung. Before I could fully comprehend why my face burned he slapped me again. With tears forming in my eyes I looked at him to try and figure out why. While I stared hurt and confounded at him Anton pressed a tablet to my lips forcing it into my mouth. Before I could think to swallow or spit it out Anton was forcing another bottle of vodka into my mouth and I was drinking, swallowing the pill too. Anton forced me to drink a couple more bottles of the fiery liquid as I struggled helplessly chuckling to himself the entire time. Once he had forced the alcohol and pill into me Anton straddled my chest and started pressing his large shiny black cock against my lips. Not wanting another throat fucking I turned away only to squeak helplessly as his large hands pulled me back. Then slap. Harder this time. As stars sparkled, SLAP. Hard stinging open handed slaps. SLAP. My faced burned as his cock was once more pressed to my lips and with tears streaming down my cheeks I parted my lips allowing his massive cock to be thrust into my mouth, my throat. Anton fucked my face. Holding his cock deep in my throat until I choked and gagged before pulling back then pressing it home again. When his hot gooey cum flooded my throat and mouth again I swooned slipping into darkness. I came to with Anton gently slapping my face. It took several seconds to register that I was still drooling his sticky goo down my chin. The cum, the booze and the pill that Anton had fed me left my head spinning. My body felt numb and my senses reeled. Anton held my chin up with a finger and when he had my attention purred intently, "About to make you a woman boy." Not really comprehending I howled voicelessly as Anton settled between my thighs pressing his massive throat fucking cock against my anus. Slick with lube, stretched earlier and numb I was still no match for Anton's massive girth. Anton pressed mercilessly until the large purple black tip of cock slipped inside me. Anton held himself there as I fought for breath before relentlessly forcing himself into me to the hilt. My lips formed a large noiseless "O" as Anton groaned with pleasure. "Oh fuck yeah baby," he gurgled loudly, "Oh fuck yeah!" Then Anton started to fuck me. He fucked me long and he fucked me hard. Then he turned me over and fucked me some more. Finally his animal growls culminated in one long loud roar as he filled my virgin white ass with a massive volume of cum. Anton continued to pump his cock in me until eventually it popped out. "OH fucking yeah," He crowed standing up on the bed and moving to stand over me, "Oh to fucking good." He growled and began slapping me with half hard cum slick meat. Still tied to the bed and stunned by the force of his fucking me I could only whimper and moan as he amused himself. "Lick me bitch," he eventually ordered holding his gooey and still leaking cock before my lips. In a nightmare world I complied wincing at the funky taste while vaguely aware of streams of fluid slipping down the insides of my thighs. Eventually Anton must have become bored with his game and moved away. As I hung there by ropes tied to the bed I half listened to him make some phone calls but was far too fucked up to understand there meaning. Panting on cum and vodka I fought to remain conscious. Vaguely I heard the knock on the door and trembled violently when Anton called out, "Come on in." Fighting back tears of shame that some one else was going to witness my predicament I cast a wary fearful look towards the door as it opened and sheepishly the elderly front desk clerk slipped in. While I gawked terrified at the hungry way he stared at me Anton chuckled, "Go ahead Winston but hurry up and get out of here before my friends show up." Still limp from being used I struggled weakly against the ropes as Winston's weight made the bed creak and sway. I managed a woeful, "No please." As Winston shuffled up behind me. I tried to pull away until I was utterly shocked into stillness when the old mans hot mouth and hard tongue contacted my still gaping cum oozing ass. I shuddered and trembled then moaned as the old twat sucked and licked Anton's cum from my ass. I groaned when he eventually stopped only to begin poking at me with his little erect white dick. Anton chuckled, "GO on Winston get at the bitch. Hell she ain't hardly even gonna feel that little whitey thing of yours anyhow!" But I did feel Winston. My poor ass was so sore that even his lesser member made it sing and I howled as he remorselessly ploughed into me. Winston fucked me fast and furiously and exploded just as quickly all to the sounds of Anton's uproarious laughter at his sad effort. The grunting fat old man then hung onto my body until his deflating cock popped from my ass. Without hardly a word the old man rose adjusted his clothing and slipped back out the door to Anton's cry of, "I'll let you have more leftovers later Winston!"